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gyuwoncheol · 6 months

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Sir, Please.

Pair: Wonwoo x f.reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut. 18+ only (MDNI).

Summary: Wonwoo doesn’t mind keeping you at the edge if it means watching you fall apart.

Warnings: Dom!Wonwoo, Sir! kink, edging, cockwarming, unprotected sex (stay safe, children), squirting, clitoral stimulation, lots of making out, creampie, pussy slapping (like once), overstimulation, dacryphilia, breast play, wrist pinning, dirty talk, use of pet names (Sir, good girl, darling, love, baby, sweetie), glorious aftercare (Wonu is the best), fluff. Please let me know if i missed something. Not proofread, might come back to fix up errors.

WC: 3k

Author’s note: First smut piece for Wonwoo my love. This was only supposed to be post-sex cuddles fluff but thought it was the right time to finally write smut for my favorite boy. As is the plot of this piece, good things come to those who wait 😏 Enjoy!

Tagging fellow Wonu lovers @multi-kpop-fanfics @playmetheclassics for the chaos.

“What’re you doing?” Your boyfriend quizzed, your bare body still on top of his, a cheek resting against his bare chest.

“Doodling,” you mumbled casually as your finger continued to draw lazy patterns on his side.

“Darling, it tickles.”

“I don’t see you flinching.”

“You’re on top of me. If I flinch, you might fall.” He stated matter-of-factly.

You craned your neck to look up at him, flashing a wide grin momentarily, “then suffer.”

You shook along with Wonwoo as he laughed at your reply, a strong arm secured tightly around your torso, while his free hand cradled the back of your head.

A large smile was permanently etched on Wonwoo’s face as you both laid in comfortable silence. When he had collapsed onto you just minutes ago after reaching his climax, he had asked so nicely if he could stay inside a little longer and who were you to complain? You’ve craved for this kind of intimacy with him for awhile now after being both so busy with work.

“You’re lucky i love you,” Wonwoo declared as he kissed the top of your head.

You hummed in response, trailing your fingers again on his side, nails lightly scratching on his skin, “did you just write ‘i love you too’ on my ribs?” He laughs, and you nod an affirmative.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and snuggling more into your boyfriend’s chest. Now would be a good time for time to stand still. The setting sun casted warm hues of light inside your bedroom and while the airconditioning was cold, Wonwoo was radiating just the right amount of heat to keep you from shivering.

“I’ve missed you,” you blurted out.

“I know, sweetheart. I’ve missed you too. I’ve missed this,” another kiss was placed on top of your head, “i’m sorry i’ve been so busy.”

“I’m sorry too,” you sighed, resting your chin on his pecs to face him. “I wish i had more time to visit you in practice, or even just see you for lunch.”

“That’s okay, darling. We’re both just in our busy season. It will be over soon, yeah?” This time, Wonwoo’s palm was rubbing circular motions on the small of your back. “I was thinking we should go on a vacation when this all boils over.”

Your eyes grew wide, excited at your boyfriend’s suggestion, “really?”

“Yeah, maybe the countryside? Or out of the country? Where do you want?”

A blush crept up your cheeks at Wonwoo’s gesture of letting you choose, but honestly, you could’ve just stayed at your home and it would be okay. The last time you had a vacation, he made you choose the place too but this time, you didn’t really have a shortlist of destinations. You craned your neck to kiss his lips shortly, “surprise me?” You smiled shyly, “maybe somewhere peaceful and with fresh air? Anywhere as long as it’s with you is all I want, darling.”

“Okay, i’ll plan it out.” He confirmed before rolling you both over so his body hovered above yours

“Where are you going?” You pouted when he made a move to slip out of you.

“I need to clean you up, sweetie.”

You hooked a leg around his waist in retaliation, not at all ready to feel empty just yet. You attempted the most doe eyes you could muster, looking up at your boyfriend through your lashes and clenching your pussy as you did so, “Don’t you wanna fuck me one more time?”

Wonwoo scoffed at your question, the corner of his lips pulling into a devious smile at your sweet tone, “can’t get enough, darling?” His voice was lower by a few octaves, enough to send a shiver through your spine and a gush of wetness in your cunt.

“N-no, sir.”

Wonwoo smirked at the nickname before doing an experimental thrust. When your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he simply chuckled before dragging his cock out slowly and then swiftly burying himself to the hilt, rendering you even more speechless than you were. He could feel the rhythmic spasming of your walls, causing him to grow harder and harder.

You cupped his face to bring it closer to yours, kissing him and sucking at his lower lip. Wonwoo smiles in the kiss, amused at your neediness especially when he feels you lift your hips and roll them on his.

“Eager are we?”

“Wonuuu,” you whined pathetically, clawing at his back.

“Wonu?” he questioned with a glare, pinning you to the mattress agressively, “that’s not what you called me minutes ago, darlin’”

“Well, I don’t know where he went. Maybe if you give me what I want then I’ll start calling you it again,” you smirked, dragging your nails a little more harshly on his skin making him hiss.

Wonwoo rolls his eyes, only to dive into your right breast and suck harshly at the bud, eliciting a loud moan from you. He snakes his hand in between you both, thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in circles, immediately feeling you clench around his dick again.He mutters something about you being responsive but it flies over your head as he picks up his pace. The slide is much easier given your mixed cum and your new arousal so it takes him record time to hit your sweet spot. Every ridge and vein on his cock drags against your walls in a way that’s more delicious than awhile ago.

“S-sir, pl-pleaasee,” you shake, the pit of your stomach tightening as you arch your back.

“Does my darling want to cum?” The nickname sounds sickly sweet as it rolls off his tongue and it only helps you get closer to the edge.

You nod your head repetitively, chants of ‘yes’s’ and ‘oh’s’ spilling from your lips, but then Wonwoo withdraws his hand from your sensitive bud and stills inside of you, a vice grip around your body as he licks the shell of your ear, “you don’t get to cum until I say so.” The words were loud, clear and firm, in a tone you knew all too well.

“But Won—“ you cry out loud, tears forming in your eyes as you feel your climax painfully float away.

“Nuh uh,” two harsh thrusts are delivered straight to your gspot as your boyfriend hooks one of your legs on his shoulder, “Call me wrong again and I will not let you cum at all.”

“Fuuuuck,” you mewl from the way his cock rams into you with the new angle, following it up with whines at the thought of getting no release, “S-sorry, sir! ‘M sorry!”

“There it is. Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Wonwoo mocks, “now be my good girl and hold it out for me, yeah?”

You’re a incoherent mess as you try to obey him, but it isn’t so easy when his large cock is abusing your sore, sloppy cunt. Words of filth pair each one of his powerful thrusts.

“My dirty little whore”

“So fuckin’ needy for my cock.”

“Can’t get enough of this pussy.”

“Your pussy is mine.”

“All made for me.”

You were letting out moans of pleasure as Wonwoo pounded into you mercilessly, the knot in your stomach making itself felt again.

“Fu– ah! Fuck, s-sir! Please!” You asked, but it only fell on deaf ears. Both your wrists were tightly pinned with just one of your boyfriend’s large hand above your head and his blown out pupils were looking right at you.

“Make me cum, make me cum, make me cum, please!!!” you begged shamelessly, voice shaking and legs closing in as you teetered on the edge of your orgasm.

“Not. Yet.” Wonwoo withdrew fully from your hole and you shrieked at the loss, your hips lifting to chase after his dick only to have it slammed down by his free hand.

“Sir!!!” You scowled, eyebrows scrunching and eyes wide, anger and pain washing away yet another failed orgasm.

A proud, lopsided smirk appeared on your boyfriend’s face. He licked his bottom lip, enjoying the torture he beset on you despite his painfully hard cock.

“What?”

It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t asking, you knew that much.

“Nothing,” you cowered and blinked back your tears, erasing the anger in your face much to your dismay.

“Good girl.”

You swallowed thickly, squirming once more when Wonwoo tapped his heavy length on your pussy, coating himself with your slippery wetness— not that he needed any more of it— before purposely slapping your swollen clit with his angry red tip. The stimulation from that alone already had your toes curling and it took every fibre of your being to not just unravel right there.

You should’ve known calling him ‘sir’ would lead to this, but behind the tearful denials, you knew immense pleasure awaits.

“Siirrr, p-please! I n-need it.”

“Shhh. Patience, darling. We’ve got lots of time.” The demonic chuckle Wonwoo let out had you whimpering pitifully, your hands fighting to break free from his hold.

It seemed your boyfriend was hell bent on prolonging your agony when he simply continues to endlessly tap his shaft on your clit as he pumps himself.

Wonwoo was not usually loud in bed, save for his occasional grunts and broken groans when he falls into bliss. However, he’s decided now would be the perfect time to make matters all the more worse for you. He was being loud about it all, no holds barred. The squelching noises of his dick against your wet lips is now easily drowned out by the guttural moans Wonwoo has let slip past his mouth. You thought his dirty talk is music? Well, this was a symphony.

You had thought you wouldn’t get close this time around since he wasn’t inside you but the relentless knocks on your clit and the obnoxiously loud moans of your boyfriend have proved you wrong. Your hands balled into fists and you squeezed your eyes shut, mentally fighting off the ball of pleasure in your lower abdomen.

“Look at you, fighting so hard,” Wonwoo snickers, pressing down the tip of his cock to your clit in slow circular motions, “show me how good you are yeah?”

“Yes yes yes! ‘M good! Your good girl, promise!” You were so far gone, pliant to each one of your boyfriend’s requests.

“So wet, you’re soiling the bed,” he points out the obvious, “what a fuckin’ mess.” Wonwoo saw another shiver run through you, indicating you were seconds away from release. So for the third time that day, he denies you of the very thing you crave for, letting go of your wrists and then landing a sharp smack to your pussy before completely backing away to watch you spasm and curl up into a ball of needy tears and pathetic whines.

Your head was spinning and your senses were more than heightened. The slippery feeling of your arousal between your thighs were making it harder for you to squeeze them shut and stay still. Wonwoo simply loomed over you, giving you enough time to stabilize your breathing and let your failed orgasm ebb away. He knew that if he’d put so much just as one finger on your skin, you’d cum right away. Contrary to his actions, he wanted you to cum, but that didn’t mean he wanted to see you cry for it first.

“S-sirr,” you sobbed.

A gentle touch carefully landed on your calf and when you didn’t flinch away, Wonwoo let out a sigh of relief, “Yes, baby?”

“Please,” your voice barely above a whisper, “n-need you…”

Whatever other words you had planned were swallowed by Wonwoo in a searing kiss. It was sloppy and messy, his skillful tongue darting to yours, teeth biting at your lips. You both moaned in unison when he impaled you on his cock once more.

“So big,” you groaned, initially amused at the delicious stretch until you realised, he’s had to hold off his own orgasm too.

Wonwoo gives it his all, jackhammering into you like it would be the last time. The sound of moans and skin slapping skin reverberate around the room. And then, there it is again, a coil so tight on your stomach, you fear you’re going delirious to the point of no return.

“Wo— Sir!” You quickly correct yourself, losing the least bit of dignity you had, tears drenching your cheeks, “i’m b-begging, p-please…”

The gentle kiss on your nose set a stark contrast from how his cock abused your sopping cunt, but relief finally took over you at the words whispered in your ear, “so good for me. Let go, baby. I got you.”

A strangled cry ripped out of your throat, your orgasm gloriously hitting you like a tidal wave. Wonwoo continued to talk you through it while holding down your convulsing body and slamming his hips into you, the sight of your pussy creaming his cock eventually producing broken moans from him.

“B-babe, too– ah! Too m-much!” More tears fell on your face as Wonwoo did deep snaps, his pelvic bone grinding on your clit.

“C’mon baby, m’ close. S-so close!”

Incomprehensible noises tumbled out of you when your boyfriend buried himself deep, pushing onto your sweetest spot and stilling there. Between his guttural groans, the perfect ‘O’ shape of his mouth and the thick loads of hot white cum that flooded your velvety walls, another coil snapped within you, a new round of arousal seeping out of your spent hole, except this time, much wetter and hitting you like a ton of bricks.

“Fuuuck, darling,” Wonwoo trembled as the last of his nectar oozed out, “did I just make you squirt?”

“Fuck off,” you scowled, wishing you had more energy to wipe the smug look plastered on your boyfriend’s face.

“So I did?” Wonwoo pursed his lips and scrunched his nose, a look you very much love but absolutely hate right now.

You let your bottom lip jut out in a pout, your brows drawing to the center of your face, “how could I not when you edged me like that!”

“You’re cute,” was his only response, very slowly slipping his softening cock out of you. Your sweet boyfriend peppered kisses all over your face, replacing your frown with a smile. “Did I make you feel good, darling?” He asked genuinely, not wanting to ever subject you to something which you didn’t enjoy doing.

You gave him a shy nod, pulling him closer by his neck to close the gap between your mouths and share a loving kiss, much like how it was way earlier. It didn’t take long for you to part, your lungs still recharging to full capacity after having all the air knocked out of you.

Wonwoo gave you more time to recover, resting his head on the crook of your neck to leave soft kisses on your skin, especially on the blooming bruises he left in his wake.

“Darling, you can’t sleep yet,” he shook you gently when he noticed your prolonged stillness.

A small whine escaped your lips, “but Woo… i’m tired.”

“I know, i know,” he hushed softly, “but we need to get you cleaned up and also, change the sheets. I’ll make it quick.”

You had no time nor energy to protest. You were simply being carried bridal style into the bathroom, your boyfriend making sure you peed before he went on to wash up yours and his sweaty body with warm water. He was so so tender with his touch, especially in all parts between your legs. He’d keep an observant eye to every reaction your face made, careful not to cause any pain.

“Can… can you be mine?” you squeaked, and Wonwoo giggled at the drunken look of love on your face. Every time you think nothing can top sex with your boyfriend in your own little list of World’s Most Wonderful Things, you’re reminded that aftercare by him exists.

“Darling, i’m already yours,” Wonwoo chuckles.

You noded with a grin, brain really starting to drift off into slumber, “I like that.”

He fixes his glasses by the bridge of his nose after giving you a once-over, now dressed in cotton panties and one of his large navy blue shirts which hung mid-thigh on you.

Wonwoo lifts you up to sit on the bathroom counter before cupping your cheeks to meet your eyes, “baby, can you sit here and wait for me for about 10 to 15 minutes, please? I need to change our sheets.”

He had expected you to whine and retaliate, knowing you were always extra clingy after sex, but you simply nodded and smiled. You think you felt his lips on your forehead but you aren’t too sure.

The moment Wonwoo slips out of the bathroom, you’re fighting not to fall asleep, but 15 minutes is long, and maybe you can just lean your head a bit on the cold marble tile—

“Let’s get you to bed, love,” the tall man chuckles as he lifts you in his arms. You swore it hadn’t been fifteen minutes, not even ten! But then he walks past your bed and out of your shared bedroom. The light of the hallway enough to stir your brain awake.

“Where are we going?” You ask, nuzzling your face on the crook of his neck as he cradles you into another room.

Wonwoo laughs at your question, “We have to take the guest bedroom for the night, darling. You’ve soaked through our mattress.”

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wongyuseokie · 1 year

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Tasty | j.w.w

Summary: Your boyfriend said the word tasty in a deep voice, and now he’s showing you what other things he likes to call tasty in that ocean deep voice.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 325 words

Age: 18+

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, angst (minor), smut. PWP (it’s got the briefest plot ever).

Content Warnings: None. Wonwoo is just giving the reader amazing oral. This fic just happened because I’m a weak woman for this man. This is just a smutty Wonwoo drabble. I’m a simp for this man. Smut Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), overstimulation, praise? Sort of. It’s so so brief.

Authors Note: This happened because of that damn GOSE episode where he said TASTY in his ocean-deep voice, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it because of that man and his voice. Cross Posted on AO3

“More,” you moaned as your hands kept tugging on your boyfriend's hair, as his tongue brought you indescribable pleasure. Wonwoo happily obliged as he wrapped his lips around your clit, his tongue tracing circles along with the swollen nub. He kept moving his tongue, his pace never faltering.

You’re not sure how you ended up in this position, but all you recall is teasing Wonwoo about him saying ‘tasty’ in his signature baritone voice and exchanging a few more words. Next thing you know, you’re laying in bed, naked, and he’s laying between your thighs, his face buried in your pussy. Again, you weren’t sure how you got here, but you weren’t complaining.

“Fucking hell,” you moaned as you threw your head back,

“Shit,” you gasped when you felt Wonwoo do something different with his tongue.

“Did you just spell your name out on my pussy?” You asked breathlessly.

“And?” Wonwoo asked as he lifted his head; his chin glistened with your arousal.

“Nothing, it felt good, really good,” you praised, and Wonwoo simply smirked as he dove back in again.

“Fuck!” You moaned out as you started to shake in his grip, and Wonwoo kept his grip firm on you as he kept circling your swollen nub with his tongue. You kept moaning and babbling absolute nonsense as you fell apart on his tongue.

“Fuck, baby,” you whimpered as Wonwoo kept licking you through your orgasm, not letting you recover. You were sensitive, but you didn’t care, not when you were on the precipice of your second orgasm. Your second orgasm hit you harder, making your toes curl and eyes roll, and you shook in his grip. With what strength you could muster, your hands moved to his head as you gently pushed his mouth away from your cunt.

Wonwoo smiled at you, taking in your fucked out expression as he sat up on his knees.

“What?” You asked, panting, and Wonwoo grinned.

“Tasty.”

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blu-joons · 2 years

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Cosy Tour Days ~ Jeon Wonwoo

“Well, this wasn’t quite how I imagined this trip to go,” you laughed, pulling the curtains back together after taking a glance out of the window, stunned by how heavy the rainfall was.

“I’m sorry,” was all that Wonwoo said as you turned back around.

“I don’t think you can control the weather unfortunately,” you joked as you took a seat back down on the bed, resting against his leg.

It was far from ideal for Wonwoo, after waiting weeks to reunite with you and show you around Tokyo during the leg of the tour, the weather had other ideas. There was no hope of either of you going anywhere with the weather unlike anything you’d ever seen before.

“I suppose the one plus side of this is that I finally get a day to just be in bed,” Wonwoo laughed as he rested his hand against the small of your back.

“You don’t even get to just spend a day in bed, you get to spend that day with me too,” you added, catching the corners of his mouth turning up.

If there was one advantage to the weather being bad whilst in Tokyo, it was that you were there too. The last thing that Wonwoo could imagine himself doing was spending all day in his hotel room by himself, but with you there, he didn’t have to worry about that.

“I had so many things planned for the two of us to do whilst you were here,” he whispered as you lowered yourself down beside him, “I was going to take you to that restaurant that I always tell you about every time that we come here.”

Wonwoo’s plans had been well and truly thrown out of the window, drenched by the rain that fell and blown about by the heavy winds that were knocking things over on the streets in all sorts of directions.

Their show that night had already been cancelled with no one able to get anywhere near the venue, leaving the boys lost in their hotel. None of them really knew what to do, all of them but Wonwoo, who had the best distraction that he needed.

Once you were beside him, his arm wrapped around you and pulled you into his side. His hand ran along your arm to keep you warm, with the weather not just impacting the outside, but the two of you on the inside of the hotel too.

“What are your thoughts on room service?” Wonwoo asked you as soon as he met your eyes.

“It’s not as if we can go out anywhere for food,” you joked, briefly looking across at the window. “Yeah, it’s definitely still raining out there to keep us in.”

Wonwoo sniggered back at you, squeezing around your frame tightly. “If the weather carries on, you might not be able to fly back to Seoul in a couple of days you know.”

“You sound pretty happy about that,” you noted, “some of us have got to go back and do some work, we can’t all laze around in hotels all day because work has been cancelled.”

Wonwoo poked against your side as you spoke, rolling your eyes as you messed with him. Luckily for you, you could tease him all day long, with nowhere to go he had no chance of being able to get away from you. Not that Wonwoo wanted to anyway, he was quite thankful for the weather and the day snuggled up with you that it gave him.

The two of you found yourselves laying for hours, talking endlessly about the things that had been going on in your lives whilst you’d been apart. Before you knew it, the night was drawing in, with Wonwoo’s phone vibrating beside him.

“The boys want to know if we want to join them to play some games,” Wonwoo informed you, “apparently Minghao found a packet of playing cards in the bottom of his case.”

Your eyes looked up to Wonwoo to try and figure out how he was feeling about joining them. His shoulders shrugged as he thought about it, after hours laying beside you, his legs especially didn’t seem to be too bothered about moving.

“Shall I just say that we’re alright here?” He asked you, “we can always go and join them next time they play something. If we go and play games with them that’ll mean that we’ll most likely have to sit apart from each other.”

“You’re far too warm for me to move away from right now,” you smiled, “I bet all of their rooms are absolutely freezing.”

Wonwoo nodded in agreement as he quickly typed a reply to the boys. “I know exactly what they’ll come back with you know. Their minds will go to one thing and one thing only when they see that we don’t want to join them.”

Your eyes rolled at just how predictable the boys were, knowing just how much they loved to tease you. You were content though cuddled up with Wonwoo, it was the perfect way to spend your day as the weather kept the two of you smiling hearing the rain fall against the window.

As expected, Wonwoo’s phone buzzed a few moments later with a message from Jeonghan in the group chat reminding the two of you to be careful. A sigh came from Wonwoo as he placed his phone back down, not even bothering to reply.

With his sigh turning into a chuckle, Wonwoo pulled you back into his side again. “Weirdly, I’ve quite enjoyed today and just the chance to do nothing, even if the weather sucks.”

“I think you needed a break too,” you agreed, “hearing your voice on our call back in Seoul you sounded exhausted, I was starting to worry about you quite a lot too.”

Wonwoo smiled widely back across at you, “it’s been tough being on this tour, but do you know what one thing has made me feel a whole lot better? The fact that you’re here now to be able to spend time with me.”

“Maybe this weather has been a bit of a blessing in disguise.”

“It’s given me a day with you, I definitely can’t complain,” Wonwoo proudly replied. “I mean if we’d have gone out and explored you can guarantee that one of them would have ended up tagging along with us too.”

Your head immediately nodded in agreement with him, “they mean well,” you tried to tell Wonwoo, but his head shook back at you. “They’re your friends and they like me, that’s the most important thing.”

Whilst you were still a little nervy around the boys, they all adored you. Wonwoo constantly found himself telling you about stories with the boys and how they had mentioned to him just how great they thought you were with him.

Even though he wouldn’t have minded a day with you and the boys, an afternoon with you in his hotel room was even better. The weather might not have been ideal, but it had led to the perfect day for Wonwoo.

“I say we just nap for the rest of the evening,” Wonwoo suggested, “it’s hard to stay awake when that rain sounds so nice.”

“You need to rest, you’ve got shows to do soon,” you reminded him.

“I’ll be alright for them, don’t you worry.”

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jeonchry · 2 years

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I don’t wanna be just a good guy

notes: your undisputed praises and comments on his being a ‘good guy’ once elated Jeon Wonwoo but not anymore – not after he realizes that everything that slips past your lips is limited to mere words of admiration for his chivalry.

genre/trope: fluff, a tad bit suggestive, size kink, friends to lovers au

pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

a/n: after ghosting on this app for like two years, i’ve finally mustered the courage to post something i’ve written :D i really hope you enjoy this one ;-; if not imma throw myself out the window–

“Nonu-ah, please pick me up.”

It is your muffled honey voice unsurprisingly, on the other end of the line and he knows that the only time you ever call him by his old pet name is when you’re drunk. Every cell in his body jumps a little upon hearing your voice as Jeon Wonwoo purses his lips together in nervousness and finds himself slowly and senselessly drifting into a trance. It is weird, even to him, that he has begun to react to you this way; everything used to be so casual, so natural between the two of you.

“Nonu!”

You let out a small drunk yelp, snapping him back to reality. He sighs, not because he’s tired of your spamming him with calls and messages every time you’re drunk but because yet another boyfriend of yours has proved himself a douche. Without wasting another second, Wonwoo grabs his keys and steadies himself to babysit you for the umpteenth time.

“Finally, nonu– finally, you’re here.”

You mumble softly, falling onto his broad, sturdy chest when he appears before you, his brows stitched together both in concern for you and rage for your asshole of a boyfriend. His body shivers a little when you hold onto him tighter, your tiny hand gripping the lapel of his jacket as you continue your incoherent babbling. It makes him clench his hand into a fist at how ludicrously adorable he finds you; at how badly he just wants to fall whole for your charms and have enough courage to tell you that he just fucking love you.

He delicately lays you down on his bed, resisting the urge to gaze at your beautiful resting face. Heck, that’d would make him a pervert, he dismisses the idea. But oh well, mid-summer is around the hottest time of the year and the thought of leaving you tossing and turning around in discomfort, especially in those thick fur-coat you’re draped in is deeply disturbing to Jeon Wonwoo. He fights away his near prurient thoughts as his fingers wrap around the collar of your heavy coat and he carefully slips them off of your skin, his fingers subtly brushing against the nape of your neck in doing so.

“Nonu, you’re such a good guy.”

He flinches at your sudden remark, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as you peel off the clothing yourself and lean into him.

“You’d never break my heart like this, you’re too good.” You continue to mumble into his chest, your senses slowly filling up with his wonderful sandalwood cologne. He freezes in his spot for a second longer before jealousy channels into anger and he finds himself spewing out words he never wished to say out loud.

“(y/n), is that all I am to you, a good guy?”

Wonwoo suddenly snaps, making you look up at him, a surprised expression etched onto your face.

“That’s what you only ever say about me. If you think so highly of good guys, why don’t you try dating them for a change?”

Anger gets the best of him and a dumbfounded (y/n) blinks back at him, suddenly making him feel like an eejit.

“But the world has run out of good guys, nonu. The only one left is you.”

You mumble softly, resting your hand on his cheek as you gently caress his face with your thumb.

“And you’re too good to lose.”

Your words set him off.

He stares at you intensely for a good second, as if contemplating his decision, before he leans in and abruptly claims your lips. You inhale sharply at his sudden action, his lips feeling soft against yours as he traces a line on your neck, feeling your pulse throbbing under his fingers.

He pulls away all too soon — all too soon for you to process what just happened — to look up at you to see your reaction.

“…Changed your mind yet?”

He asks breathlessly, a small glint forming in his eyes when he sees your cheeks turn crimson red.

“Or do I need to kiss you again?”

His voice is almost a whisper as he says this. He’s a trembling a little but his uncharacteristic boldness makes your heart pound with nervousness… and something else.

You look up at Wonwoo, your eyes filled with a deep sense of craving for this man. It is all he needs to see in order to press his lips against yours again.

You whimper softly when he pushes you against the bed frame with his body but it’s muffled by his lips moving against yours. Heat starts to creep in through the back of your neck, excitement pooling the pit of your stomach.

The feelings that you fought so hard to suppress, the incessant reminders that he’s just a friend; all your vain efforts in trying to get past your feelings for this perfect being suddenly overwhelms you. And you realize, as his warm veiny hand runs along your waist and pulls you closer, that you can no longer contain yourself;

Your fingers brush against the nape of his neck as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss, your lips moving in sync with his, his body frame practically swallowing your tiny body as he needily presses himself on you.

This is a daydream, it has to be. You think to yourself as you slide your fingers along his abs, making him moan loudly into your mouth. You have entertained fantasies of him devouring you whole every night, you were filled with thoughts of him when you kissed another man; you endured years of not having him and secretly dying for him – all of that for what?

He interrupts your train of thoughts when he pulls away and you helplessly whine at the lost warmth.

“(y/n).”

You look up at him in a daze, not exactly responding. How could he have been hiding his feelings for you? Things would have been so much easier if he’d sent you clear signals a little earlier.

“Well, the thing is…” he pauses and gulps, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, making you gawk at him like a pervert.

“I don’t wanna be just a good guy.”

He confesses, his voice trembling in nervousness. Your heart-rate accelerates to a dangerous level when he locks eyes with you, his ears undeniably red.

Oh wonwoo, if only you knew.

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#wonwoo one shot #svt #svtfanfic #wonwoofanfic #jeonwonwoo #wonwon #nonu #wonwufanfic #wonwuoneshot #seventeen #seventeen fanfic #kpopfanfic #friends to lovers #jeon wonwoo fanfic #svt oneshot #fluff #kpopfluff #svtfluff

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lololololchips · 16 days

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hi ik requests are closed but i'm sending an idea before i forget it because you're my fave svt smau author. so if you haven't done this before — can i request ot13 finding out that they're NOT your bias. like they're upset because ofc why isn't it THEM but you explain that them being your bf makes them your default bias so you have to have another one as well.

pls do this in your own time!

this was such a cute and fun idea hehe thank youuuu for sending ur amazing request, here it is enjoy!!

finding out they aren’t your bias || SEVENTEEN

genre: fake texts, one shot au, fluff, idol!bf

warnings: cursing, fem pronouns, jealousy, suggestive (?), furry comments (LMAO IM SORRY), all the guys being haters

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wondernus · 1 year

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˗ˋˏ Missing Phones ˎˊ˗ | one shot smau

synopsis: the thieves of a few missing phones have some fun before they're caught by their respective owners

genre: fluff, humor

tags: svt, svt dogs (not the f**t kind)

message from nu: I woke up from a nap that turned into sleep and immediately wrote this fever dream of a fic. just a little something silly + I miss writing smaus. I hope you all have a nice week - nu ♡

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#wondernus imagines #svthub #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #seventeen smau #svt smau #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #seventeen one shot #seungcheol imagines #vernon imagines #mingyu imagines #jun imagines #wonwoo imagines

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horanghxnni · 10 months

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coffee shop meet-cute. - j.w.w.

PAIRING: Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

TAGS: meet cute, strangers to lovers one-shot, barista!reader, non-idol!wonwoo; pure fluff, oblivious pining

WARNINGS: mentions of food/eating; i tried my best to write as gender neutral as possible, but i haven't proofread this more than once so pls let me know if it's not; other than that none (please let me know if i've missed anything)

NOTES: this is my first post here on tumblr omg. hi! i've been a big fan of work here and i've been writing for a while (i shall not discuss my cursed wattpad days when i was younger) and thought i'd start posting here for fun. i hope you enjoy! <3

You had started working at this local coffee shop when you were 16, at first as a way to earn cash on the weekends to fund your high school escapades, and now, 7 years later, you grew to love the feeling of crafting drinks and managing the shop you now felt was like a second home. You worked every day, and opening the quaint little shop meant that the first hour or so was a quiet peace to yourself, filled with the smell of brewing espresso and baking croissants.

The morning rush came like clockwork, beginning at 7:15 am and finally reaching a calmer pace around 8 am. Just when the busy atmosphere began to subside and the day reached its first slump, a clearly anxious man made his way to the front counter, hurriedly ordering an iced americano and holding out his card before you could even tell him how much it would cost. You rang him up, and he left the counter to stand in a corner with a polite nod to wait for his coffee, glancing at the clock. You make his simple order as quickly as possible and set it on the pickup counter, calling his name. “Wonwoo, iced americano?”

He grabs his cup and thanks you quietly, before hurriedly leaving the shop, not even bothering to grab a straw. You don’t think too much of it and get back to filling the pastry case as the curious stranger becomes a distant memory by the end of the day.

That is, until you notice he comes in every day, always at the same time, just before 9 am. He enters with the same kind of energy, always as if he’s perpetually running late, and orders the same thing: iced americano, and if he was feeling peckish, a blueberry muffin. He never talked much, and the only thing you knew about him other than his coffee order was that his name was Wonwoo, he seemed to have a horrible concept of time, and he must work in some office to be dressed in business casual every day. This Groundhog Day feeling encounter with him remained as a growing routine for you, until 3 weeks later when you began to anticipate his arrival, and you had his order ready and waiting for him by the time he reached the counter. Your interaction grew more efficient as time passed, with a single swap of his debit card for his coffee, and his transaction down to 30 seconds, handing him back his card in record timing. You figured it was helping him, right? He was late to work, or something time-sensitive at least, and you made his caffeine pit-stop easier. It was a win-win: you gained another regular, and he got his coffee without hindering his morning.

He ruined your flow one Wednesday afternoon. Once again, he arrived just before 9 am, but he walked in much slower this time, and he was wearing much more casual clothes, a faded gray t-shirt and jeans, a brown messenger bag slung on his shoulder. As usual, his coffee was already done, and you almost dropped a tray of apple tarts as he entered almost as an entirely different person. You set them in the pastry case with renewed care, and met him at the register.

“Not in a rush this morning?” You asked, clearly confused but friendly, as you pushed his cup towards him.

He chuckled, shaking his head as his eyes roved over the rows of pastries and sandwiches you had displayed. “Nope, we started a hybrid schedule so I’m working from home on Wednesdays.” He met your eyes for a moment before shifting back to the sweets, thinking. “I’m thinking about trying something new, what do you recommend?”

It took you a moment before you adapted to the fact that you’d heard more than two words from him. His voice was smooth and deeper than you expected, and it seemed to sink into your bones. “Um, well the apple tarts are new, and we make pop tarts in house.”

He nodded and took one more glance before meeting your eyes. “I’ll take one of each, for here.” He gave you a small smile and slid over his debit card, once again catching you off guard. For here? He was staying? You nodded silently and began to warm his sweets as you rang him up. He thanked you and took back his card, settling in a seat a few feet down the counter, pulling out his laptop and beginning to type quietly. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him as you made his little pastry plate, not used to his presence. You were so used to his rush of energy that seeing him so still and calm was confusing. You decided just before you gave him his plate that you’d slip a cake pop next to the tart, you had made extras today anyway. With a nod, you place it beside his laptop and don’t even wait for an acknowledgement, leaving the pretty stranger to his work and busying yourself with cleaning some dirty cups from earlier this morning and wiping down the counters.

“The poptart is good. Do you make them yourself?” His voice cut through the quiet lo-fi music playing over the speakers as you paused from your cleaning. You turned to see him already looking at you, the half-eaten poptart in his hand.

You nodded and put down the rag in your hand. “Yeah, every morning. The flavor changes depending on what fruit I can get my hands on.” You see him nod in approval, and he sets it down on his plate as he turns his full attention to you.

“Thank you for the cake pop. And for making my coffee so quickly every day, it really helps me out.” He appears more bashful now, almost bordering embarrassed, as his cheeks flush an almost imperceptible pink. “I know I seem pretty pressed for time most mornings.”

You laugh at his comment, thinking back to the quiet whirlwind of his stressed aura that appears in the shop every day. “Of course, I don’t want to make you any later than you already seem to be.” You pause for a moment before speaking again, wondering if you should ask the innocent question in your mind. He seems open to conversation, and it’s not like anyone else was demanding your attention at the moment. “Where do you work anyway?”

“Oh, I work at the Pledis building, I’m a writer there for content creation. I’m not technically late ever, but I like to get there at a certain time and I definitely overestimate the time I need to commute.” He answers sheepishly, and you smile. A writer for such a big company? Impressive.

You spoke for a little bit longer before another rush began, learning he’d been working at Pledis for a few years now, and his friend Joshua had recommended this coffee shop to him a few months ago, but he hadn’t had the chance to come until a few weeks ago. Of course your favorite regular would have pushed him here, and little details seemed to fit into place as your small chats throughout the few hours he remained at the bar revealed more and more about each other. Around 4 pm, he left with a wave, trying his best not to distract you too much. You waved back, and with an offhanded, “See you tomorrow!”, he left the cafe, the door jingling behind him.

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The next morning, Wonwoo surprised you again. He came in at 8:30, standing at the register while you finished the last of the morning rush orders, you hadn’t even seen him walk in. You turned to take the order only to see a face that wasn’t supposed to be here for another 20 minutes.

“Oh, you’re here early! I’m sorry, I haven't made your coffee yet.” Of course you hadn’t. You had timed your routine almost down to the second, and he had thrown off your entire groove. He simply smiled and shook his head.

“It’s okay, I have some time this morning. I’ll get my usual and another poptart, it doesn't matter the flavor.” He points to the plate and pulls out some cash. “You can keep the change.” Wonwoo, without another word, moves to where he sat the day before, settling in and pulling out his phone.

You make his coffee and warm his poptart, placing it in a to-go sleeve, placing both in front of him. “So, I finally get my routine down with you and you all of a sudden decide you want to switch it up?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

He looks up from his phone, a small smile growing on his lips. “Figured if I got here a little earlier, I’d relieve you of the time constraint.” His smile shifts into a frown after a moment. “I’m sorry if it threw you off that bad, I didn’t-”

You wave a hand at him, shaking your head. “Don’t worry about it, I was just messing with you.”

His body visibly relaxes as he reaches for his coffee. “Thanks, Y/N.” You couldn’t help but grin as you hear your name in his voice, and you nod and turn before he can see just how wide your smile could get. You make small talk as he finishes his coffee and pastry, asking about his work and new recipes brewing in your head for the next 20 or so minutes before he declares he is leaving to head to work.

“This was nice, actually sitting down before work. Maybe I’ll do this more often.” He hands you his plate as you agree, placing it in the sink to deal with later.

“Thanks for hanging out with me this morning. You’re welcome anytime, obviously.” You say your goodbyes, and with another small smile, he leaves, and you’re left thinking of the way his smile lights up his face for the rest of the day.

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For the next few weeks, Wonwoo arrives around 20-30 minutes early. Your new routine involves pleasant conversation as you work, and him becoming a taste tester for new recipes before they hit the pastry case. You become used to each other’s presence, and with every new interaction, he grows more and more talkative. He tells you about frustrations from work from the day before, or a movie he had just watched over the weekend. You tell him about your roommate endeavors and outings you’d gone on recently. You consider yourselves friends at this point, and it was nice to have someone like him around when the morning felt like too much to handle.

You had offhandedly mentioned taking a few days off one day and Wonwoo encouraged rest, but through all the chaos of pushed forward deadlines at work, he had completely forgotten until he arrived at the cafe one morning to see someone completely different behind the counter. He was confused to see his usual coffee was still sitting waiting for him in its normal place with his name on it, set aside on the counter, yet he did not recognize the barista currently finishing up a latte. As he slowly stepped up to the pickup counter and grabbed his drink, the employee looked up and met his gaze.

“Oh, you must be Wonwoo. There’s your iced americano, there’s a muffin in the bag beside it.” His demeanor was nonchalant, as he placed the other drink on the counter and called out the order.

“Is Y/N not in today?” It was the first thing he could think of, despite the answer being obvious.

The younger boy looked up from his work. “No, they're off all week. They left me a note saying a guy named Wonwoo would come in at 8:30 and that was your usual.” He shrugged and looked down again at his brewing espresso shots. “I guess that’s you. I’m Chan, I usually work afternoons but I’m covering for Y/N this week.”

Wonwoo nods, still processing what he had just heard. Y/N’s gone all week? Why hadn’t they said anything? He suddenly felt stupid as he remembered a conversation from two weeks ago, where Y/N finally decided the week they would take a solo trip to Jeju to visit their grandmother: this week. “Right. Thanks, Chan.”

Chan nods back at him and Wonwoo leaves the cafe still in a semi-daze after setting down some cash, suddenly feeling as if he was thrown off balance, an unfamiliar budding feeling of disappointment settling deep in his chest. He makes his way to work, suddenly feeling like his predictable coffee didn’t taste the same.

The rest of his work day was surprisingly only getting worse: he had printed the wrong files, was late to a meeting he was supposed to lead, and currently Joshua was trying (and failing) to speak to him about a conference they were attending the following month as Wonwoo unintentionally tuned him out. Suddenly, he felt a light shove of his shoulder pull him out of his trance.

“Dude, what is wrong with you? Have you heard anything I said?” Joshua raised an accusatory eyebrow at his friend and coworker. Wonwoo’s eyes suddenly gained focus as he looked up to see Joshua leaning against his desk.

“I-” he attempted to think of an excuse, “I’m sorry. I guess I’m a little distracted, my whole day feels thrown off.” He frowned and turned his chair toward the other man. “What were you saying?”

Joshua’s mouth crept into an almost dangerous smirk as he took a glance at Wonwoo’s still full coffee cup, an unfamiliar handwriting scrawling his name on the top. “You didn’t see Y/N this morning.”

Wonwoo almost choked on his own spit. “What? How- how do you know that?”

The older boy rolled his eyes and pointed to the cup. “That’s not Y/N’s handwriting. I see them before you do most mornings, and they're not in town. They told me last week. I thought you knew.”

“I did know, I just forgot, with everything going on at work.” Wonwoo couldn’t help but frown. Had not seeing them really thrown him off that much? “What does not seeing them have to do with anything though?”

Joshua scoffed. “Dude, every time you come from that cafe, you walk in like you just won the lottery, and you see them every day. You like them, don’t you?”

It was the last part that struck Wonwoo to his very core. He’d never even considered that to be an option before. Sure, Y/N was stunning, and kind, and he’d found great company in the barista, but like them? Romantically? Maybe it was more possible than he imagined. His face seemed to drop, as Joshua laughed at his rapid change in expression.

“It’s okay if you do. They seem to make you happy. I think you should go for it.” With a grin that would rival the Cheshire cat, Joshua claps his friend on the shoulder before leaving his desk to return to his own, as Wonwoo’s brain settles on entertaining this thought that seems to bloom an unfamiliar feeling in his chest, replacing the heavy stone of disappointment from earlier.

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You were back after a relaxing few days with your grandmother, spending time in the sun and looking out on the ocean. Although the time off was needed, you couldn’t help but think about not only your cafe, but a specific regular you hadn’t seen since last week. You hoped Chan had made his usual for him as she said on the note, and you were excited to catch up with Wonwoo about the last week, and honestly, just to see him again. Spending the last few days without seeing each other triggered the realization that he was more special to you than you had initially thought, and though he may not feel the same, you were content with the friendship you had formed already.

You opened the cafe without issue, and a sense of calm washed over you as you fell back into your routine. The morning rush felt like a breeze as you fell into a groove and before you knew it, 8:30 rolled around and the man you’d been thinking of walked through the door. He was early, as he now often was, but his anxious energy was back. He stepped up to the counter as you handed him his coffee, a fresh pop tart on a plate sliding his way as well.

“It’s on the house today. I’m sure you missed my magic touch last week.” You joked, your smile widening. His mouth opened before it shut once more, mirroring your grin as he said a quiet thank you as he took his seat. You caught up on missed stories, with mostly you telling stories of your vacation as he sat quietly and listened as you multitasked. It wasn’t until you asked him a question and received no answer that you looked up at him from the espresso machine to see him simply staring at you. “Wonwoo?”

You saw his eyes clear as his face rapidly turned a deep shade of red. “I’m sorry, I was listening. I just-” He paused, and your brows furrowed.

“Are you alright?” You asked, putting down the espresso shot and giving him your full focus.

“Do you want to, maybe, go to dinner sometime?” His eyes couldn’t meet yours at first, until suddenly the dark brown of his irises met yours and you melted at the adoration you felt behind his gaze.

“Wonwoo, are you asking me on a date?” You couldn’t believe this was happening. You watched his cheeks redden further as he nodded and you couldn’t help the way you seemed to beam at him. “I’d like that very much. Maybe this Saturday, if you’re free?”

You watched the anxiety leave his body in an instant as he agreed. He handed you his phone as he stood up, coffee cup and plate now empty. “Put your number in and I’ll call you?”

You punched your contact information in and handed him the phone in exchange for his dishes, and watched as he clumsily pushed in his seat and grabbed his things. “Have a good day at work, Wonwoo. It was nice to see you.”

“It was good to see you. I’ll call you later tonight, if that’s okay.” You nodded and if he smiled any wider, he thought his lips might start to crack. With one last goodbye, he left out the door, and his eyes didn’t leave your beautiful face through the window until he lost line of sight.

#seventeen #svt x reader #svt #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #one shot #wonwoo x y/n #wonwoo x you #strangers to lovers au #coffee shop au #my first post i'm so nervous lmao #seventeen fic #horanghxnni writes

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serenhoshi · 2 years

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𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

Our fav introvert is the one who got the most requests, now let's go~

Jeon Wonwoo

we know him very well

big introvert, gamer, prefers staying at home

we can guess pretty easily that he doesn't really get into relationships, or feels anything related to love

never had a one night stand, clearly not his thing

had some crushes here and there during kpop events or stuff like that, where he found some idols good looking, but he never went further

he met you while gaming lmao

you both played valorant (or any other game where you need a mic and communication)

you got along very well, you had the same sense of humor, and you had a great chemistry, you were like the aces of your team

He loves your accent (either because you're not a native korean speaker, or because you have a different korean dialect) and he noticed after some time that his cheeks hurted because he kept smiling anytime you spoke

You spent the whole night playing and then added each other on discord, to play more the following days

you played a lot together, and got to progressively know each other, that's when he discovered that you didn't live very far away from the dorms

after the members harrassed him to, he asked you out on a date

everything was just like when you talked while playing

no, it was even better because you were right in front of him

you had a very comforting aura, he automatically liked you and enjoyed being around you

you both played less to see each other more

until you got in a couple, but this time it's you who asked him out because he wouldn’t dare to

wonwoo loves you so much

its like he isn't the same person anymore

the members are shocked to see him so openly caring and fond of you

he takes care of you a lot

he is on the quieter side so not very good with his words

he has the black cat energy in the couple, and you're the golden retriever

even if you’re an introvert, he is the biggest introvert of the couple so he is the black cat, that’s it

a messy guy though, but he’ll make efforts for you if you live together

you still play a lot together, but on cooperative games at home like mario kart and stuff like that

movie and game nights are a must

every friday for example, you spend the whole evening playing games while eating pizza and stuff

if you ever miss that night wonwoo will be upset and you’ll have to make it up to him

and vice-versa

loves surprising you with cute dates or events he organised himself

it’s rarely outside since he isn’t a big fan of going out, but sometimes he makes an effort and takes you out to dinner for example

also he loves your hair, he will braid it for you, help you dye it, he’ll basically do anything as long as he can do it himself

smutty part below :)

wonwoo really represents the “cute in the streets freak in the sheets” type of person

he was probably very quiet the first time you both had sex

but he gets more noisy and expressive with time

always makes sure you get a lot of pleasure, and reach your orgasm(s) everytime

very curious, if you know more about sex than him, then he is willing to listen to you

loves to try things, for you just like for him

clearly a switch, maybe more on the dominant side, but he is okay with being a sub to let you try things on him (like blindfolding for example)

ABSOLUTELY AGAINST threesomes, public sex, or anything that could let people see you

sex is a really private and intimate thing for you both, he prefers doing it in the bedroom (and then anywhere in the appartment, with time and experience lmao)

also it lasts pretty long with him, he has a lot of endurance lmao

mostly slow and romantic with his hips moves, but if you ask then he’ll be more brutal

and when it gets rough, damn boy

of course he makes it up to you with the best aftercare you could ever have

but you might have trouble walking for the next few days

#wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #Seventeen #svt #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo smut #wonwoo fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen fluff #wonwoo reactions #one shot #kpop imagines

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hoefordk · 19 days

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Seventeen masterlist

Choi seungcheol

Yoon jeonghan

Hong jisoo

Moon junhui

Kwon soonyoung

Jeon wonwoo

Lee jihoon

Lee seokmin

Kim mingyu

Seo myungho

Boo seungkwan

Choi Hansol

Lee chan

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maxsix · 2 years

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SVT Gang Au: where Seungcheol is Head of Operations and calls all the plays, Mingyu is on Reconnaissance, Vernon is their Quartermaster and Wonwoo the Exterminator.

#seungcheol #mingyu #vernon #wonwoo #seventeen #scoups #maxsixgif #svt hip hop unit #i remember when i gif'd this and got to that WW shot #thinking how much he belongs in a Hong Kong mafia movie #and i truly believe they make the best gang movies #WW would be an assassin #in and out without anybody knowing #Mingyu is the pretty and friendly one so he would 100% be best at recon #Vernon like gadgets and tech #hmm come to think of it #this HHU is so well balanced #even in an AU situation haha

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gyuwoncheol · 4 months

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Ride Of Your Life

Pair: Wonwoo x f.reader

Genre: Smut. 18+ only (MDNI).

Summary: in which Wonwoo asks you to ride him.

Warnings: pwp, Dom!Wonwoo, daddy kink, unprotected sex (stay safe, children), cock riding, creampie, spanking, ass squeezing, overstimulation, dacryphilia, breast play, dirty talk, praise, degradation, use of pet names (baby, angel). So NOT proofread because this was written in a mad horny rush.

WC: 1.2k

Author's note: lol surprise!!! Self indulgent pwp caused by the gif below because what do you mean this is exactly how dom! Wonwoo would look at you as you climb on top of his lap? 👀🥵

“Cmon, angel. Don’t make me wait.”

Your feet move on its own accord, following your boyfriend’s instructions from a few seconds ago: “get on my lap and have the ride of your life.”

Your legs are shaking as your knees cage his thighs so you steady yourself with a hand on his wide shoulders. Wonwoo couldn’t keep his eyes off you, following your every move, noticing how you’ve so easily slipped into your sub tendencies. You kneel upright and when your eyes catch his blown out pupils, you quickly look away.

“Eyes on me,” he commands in a deep voice, a hand on your waist while the other tilts your chin to reconnect with his gaze. His touch was gentle yet fiery, and the way he looked at you with so much hunger had your panties sticking to your folds.

Your boyfriend’s hands leave you for a moment to unzip his pants, fishing out his hard member and pumping it with his right hand. Your jaw hangs open at the sight of the precum oozing out of his slit, your saliva pooling quickly in your mouth. “Want this?” Wonwoo asks with a smirk.

You nod eagerly, “always want your cock, daddy.”

That’s all Wonwoo needed to hear before his hands hike your dress up and pull your panties to the side. His fingers immediately dip and swipe through your sopping folds, “so wet, baby. Looks like you don’t need prep anymore,” he states and withdraws his fingers only to stick them in your mouth.

You oblige and taste yourself on his digits, making sure to swirl your tongue before releasing them with a loud pop. “Fuck me, daddy, please.”

You were thankful Wonwoo was more receptive of your request today, it was rare for him to comply without edging you at least two more times first but you suppose your little black dress for the night did the trick.

“O-oh my goood,” you shudder when he lowers you onto his dick. The slide is easy but slow as he holds onto your waist. “Fuuuck,” you squeak, shutting your eyes and willing the painful burn to go away fast.

“That’s it, you’re taking me so well baby,” Wonwoo praises and you lower yourself further to take on another inch of him. He could feel your nails dig on the skin of his shoulder, but he doesn’t mind.

“Daddy, kiss me please,” you cry, looking for any form of distraction. Your boyfriend wastes no time, joining his lips with yours in a messy kiss, tongue already tangled with yours. You were so lost in it that you had easily sunk down on him bit by bit, only realizing you’ve bottomed out when Wonwoo lets out a long groan.

He gives you time to adjust to his size, pushing out the straps of your dress to expose your boobs. “Mine,” he claims before sucking harshly on your nipple, causing you to jerk forward in surprise.

“Fuck, so good!”

“Yeah? Like it, baby?” He toys with your other nipple with his fingers, watching you nod in agreement. “My dirty little girl, show daddy how you ride.”

You’re panting at his encouragement, pleasure finally washing over you. You lift yourself up until his head almost slips out and then sink back down in one fell swoop. A chorus of moans echo in the living room and your boyfriend squeezes your waist tighter when you grind down on him.

“God, you’re so hot when you’re like this,” he spurs you on and it’s effective because the next thing he knows, you’re bouncing on his cock like a woman possessed. Your boyfriend’s eyes are closed and head fallen back on the couch, delighting in the way you sheath his cock in your tight cunt repeatedly.

“D-daddyy, i’m g—“ you bottom out and bury your face on his neck when a strong orgasm overtakes you from behind. Wonwoo is quick to stabilize your shaking form, winding his long arms around your back before taking control of the situation.

“Wha– ah!” You squeak when he starts to roughly thrust up into you, not caring for any overstimulation you may be feeling, “sorry angel, daddy’s gotta cum too.”

“F-fuck! O-oh my god!” You pull on his hair when he reaches a certain depth within you. Wonwoo knows he’s hit your spot because the moan that rips out from your throat is breathless and desperate. “More, daddy! Please, harder!” You challenge, gyrating your hips on top of him.

“My dirty little slut!” Wonwoo chuckles darkly, a harsh spank landing on your ass before he squeezes the supple flesh, “can’t get enough of my cock, hm?”

You can’t even answer because his hand once again lands on your ass, a loud growl emitting from Wonwoo when he feels you clench impossibly tight.

“Fuck, this pussy’s all mine,” he claims while his thumb carelessly rubs on your clit. Your voice is hoarse when you scream his name, the pressure on your stomach coming back so quickly.

Wonwoo delivers one last slap to your ass before he holds you impossibly close and pistons up his hips into your soaking cunt. “My perfect little slut, all mine to fill hm? Will you let me fill you up, baby?”

“Please, daddy! fuck! Want all your cum inside!” You cry out loud, hot tears streaming down your cheeks at the overwhelming feeling of his large cock bullying your most sensitive spot.

“Cum with me, baby. Cream my cock,” Wonwoo grunts, pushing all your weight down on his cock as he drives impossibly deep inside you and knocking the air out of your lungs. He repeats the motion twice before you wail out a silent cry, fireworks exploding in your vision as your second orgasm hits you like a truck.

Your boyfriend revels in your incoherent whines and your orgasm triggers his own, multiple profanities flying out his mouth as ropes of his thick hot cum fill your pussy to the point of overflow.

It takes a while before any of you come back to reality. You shudder every now and then when you feel Wonwoo’s cock twitch inside of you with yet another stream of release, “Babe, you’re cumming so much.”

Wonwoo laughs heartily at your statement, the crinkles in his eyes even appearing. “All for you, angel. Only you can do this to me.”

Oh Wonwoo, ever the flirt, you think and playfully slap his chest while you roll your eyes. It’s only at the feel of his shirt that you realise the state you’re both in.

“Did we really just have sex while fully clothed?”

Another laugh from your boyfriend and it squeezes your heart how quickly he turns into a soft happy fluff ball… or so you think.

“Seems like it,” Wonwoo shrugs, “but we can always fix that.”

“Yeah? How so?” You challenge with a clench of your pussy on his still very hard dick, but you instantly regret it when the sweet smile drops from Wonwoo’s face.

“If you’re not stripped naked in bed in sixty seconds, only I get to cum the next round.”

#svthub #svt x reader #svt smut #seventeen smut #svt fic #seventeen fic #svt imagine #seventeen imagine #svt one shot #seventeen one shot #wonwoo smut #wonwoo fic #wonwoo one shot #wonwoo imagine #wonwoo x reader #paula writes✨#paula writes smut #Ride Of Your Life

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Like a Cowboy | j.w.w

Summary: Your boyfriend sang the line, “like a cowboy,” and that’s precisely how you want to ride him.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 1306 words

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, Smut, PWP Content Warnings: None. Wonwoo is just giving amazing sex. This fic just happened because I’m a weak woman for this man. I’m a simp for this man, his deep voice singing like “like a cowboy.” Smut Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), fingering, squirting, overstimulation. Unprotected sex (don’t do this). Nicknames (he calls her kitten a few times). Authors Note 1: This is an extremely self indulgent fic, since it's my birthday and Wonwoo is my bias. Hehe. 💕

Authors Note 2: Thank you so so much to @seungkwansphd for listening to me babble about this and giving me feedback and suggestions too!! 💕 Thank you also to my soul mate @here4btsfics for beta'ing and lovingly yelling at me. Thank you for indulging me as I cry about Wonwoo.

Tagging: @dokcheol because she asked and I made a new demon friend. 🥰 and @falllinflowers because I made two new demon friends today 💕also tagging @onlyseokmins because u thought it was a horsie fic.

Banner Credits: @classicscreations

Cross Posted to AO3

“Okay, why are you glaring at me?” Wonwoo asked one night while you were both getting ready for bed. He was puzzled as to why you kept narrowing your eyes at him and glaring.

“You know what you did,” you mumbled. It was unfair. Wonwoo didn’t know, he was simply singing, but his deep voice did things to you. Unholy things and tonight was yet another night where his voice made it impossible for you to behave like a sane person.

However silent Wonwoo could be, he was incredibly observant, and he noticed the sultry glances, looks, the lace set you wore, and the way your thighs kept pressing together.

“Hmm, given how you’ve had your thighs pressed together the entire evening, I’m guessing you’re very frustrated, and the fact that you’re glaring at me means I caused it,” Wonwoo wondered, making you glare at him more.

“Let’s see, was it my tongue? Did you want that? Or did I lick my lips on stage again and make you horny?” Wonwoo teased, recalling memories, making you huff at him.

“Or was it, and I think this might be the fifth time this month that my voice turned you on?” Wonwoo suggested as he inched forward to place his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You let out an exasperated laugh at his words, making Wonwoo smirk.

“Kitten, if you keep getting horny because of my voice. I might have to either stop speaking or stay buried inside you,” Wonwoo teased, his thumbs pressing into your hips.

“I pick the latter,” you mumbled, making him smile.

“But it’s my voice, kitten. I can’t help it,” Wonwoo spoke with a playful pout on his handsome face.

“True, but it just makes me horny,” you admitted, making Wonwoo blush at your honesty.

“What did it this time?” Wonwoo asked.

“You sang the sentence ‘like a cowboy’, and it did things to me,” you mumbled, and Wonwoo bit his lip to keep from laughing–not because he was mocking you, but because he found it adorable how easily you’d be affected by his voice.

“Right, and?” Wonwoo asked.

“All I could think of was that I wanted to ride you like one,” you added, your voice a little louder this time, and Wonwoo could feel his cock start to harden at your words.

“I see. Well, I should probably make it up to you for that, shouldn’t I?” Wonwoo asked, and you nodded quickly, making him smile fondly at you as he leaned down to capture your lips with his.

“Lie down, pretty girl,” Wonwoo instructed, and you did as he asked as you climbed into the bed, laying down on your back.

Wonwoo moved until he hovered over your body, careful not to crush you. He placed a kiss starting from your forehead and moving to your cheek and then to your lips, making you melt with how soft the kiss was.

Wonwoo moved to lay between your legs, pushing the fabric of your shirt up slightly, and his lips met with your skin as he peppered soft kisses along your stomach.

Wonwoo pushed your shirt higher, exposing your lace-covered breasts, and he moved his body to place kisses up your tummy and stopped at your sternum. He pulled his shirt off, and unhooked your bra, and tossed them across the room.

Wonwoo stayed silent as he lay between your legs again, his lips latching onto your breast. You moaned softly, and he laved over your nipple while his hand gently flicked and tugged your other breast.

Wonwoo moved his mouth to your other breast repeating the movements. He smiled at you as he trailed kisses down your chest and stopped at the waistband of your jeans.

He smiled as he undid the button on your jeans and pulled them down your legs along with your now soaking wet underwear. Wonwoo pushed your thighs apart and laid down between them.

Wonwoo threw your legs over his broad shoulders, kissing your inner thighs until his mouth finally landed on your cunt. Wonwoo groaned softly when he tasted you, moaning at how wet you were as he secured his lips to your clit.

“My god,” you moaned out. He was incredible that you knew, but everything felt so intense. You gasped at the pleasure. You failed to hold your moans as he sucked on your clit; his hands moved to interlock at your waist as he kept sucking your clit.

You felt your eyes roll back as your orgasm approached you,

“Wonwoo,” you gasped.

Wonwoo could tell you were close, and he continued to suck your clit until you started to shake in his grip. Wonwoo’s mouth never left your clit as you came.

You whimpered as his touch pushed you to the brink of overstimulation, but you didn’t care. It felt too good. Wonwoo slowly moved his mouth away from your clit, smiling when he saw how swollen and wet your cunt was.

He could see it throbbing and pulsating with aftershocks of pleasure.

“Fuck,” you whispered as he pushed two fingers into you. Wonwoo stood up slightly as he pushed his middle and ring finger into your cunt and hooked them there.

“Scream for me,” Wonwoo said as he vigorously pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt. He used his other hand to press down your pubic bone holding you still as you started to thrash about.

“Do you hear how wet you are?” Wonwoo asked as he kept fingering you. You nodded, whimpering, as you fisted the sheets between your hands and let out a scream as you came hard.

“Wonwoo, fuck. I can’t,” you whimpered when you noticed that he hadn’t stopped his movements.

“Yes, you can. I know you can,” Wonwoo countered as he repeated his actions, making you squirt all over his hands.

You whimpered in his grip, pushing his forearm, and Wonwoo smiled as he pulled his fingers out of you.

“Fuck me, please,” you begged, and Wonwoo nodded.

“Oh, I will,” Wonwoo obliged as he moved to place his hands on your face and pulled you in for a kiss, pulling you on top of him.

“Please,” you begged against his lips, making Wonwoo smirk into the kiss as he adjusted himself to guide his cock into you, making you whine at the stretch.

Wonwoo held your waist, his lips finding yours, and he dug his heels into the mattress thrusting into you. You moaned and whimpered into the kiss.

Wonwoo kept pounding into you, his thrusts hard and deliberate, and with each thrust, his cock brushed over the spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

“Fuck, cum,” Wonwoo gritted out, moaning against your lips when he felt you tighten around him. You came hard a third time, clenching around him, making him whine into the kiss. Wonwoo let go of you and flipped you both over so that you were lying underneath him.

He pushed his cock into you again as he pounded into you, chasing his own orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Wonwoo groaned as his hands moved to your swollen and sensitive clit. You whimpered as he rubbed it.

“Cum again with me, baby,” Wonwoo said as he rubbed your clit, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Fuck,” you both gasped within seconds of one another as you clenched around him and as he released his warmth into you.

“Well, that was wow,” Wonwoo breathed out as he rolled over, ensuring he pulled out of you slowly to lay down next to you, and immediately pulled you into his arms.

“Did you enjoy the ride?” Wonwoo asked, smirking and making you laugh, despite the eye roll you gave him.

“You know, I think god is fair. Not everything sounds sexy, even with that voice.”

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where the wind takes me | j.ww

genre: project partners to lovers, hogwarts au, oneshot; just fluff bc its me

pairings: project partner!wonwoo x gender neutral reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: swearing

description: sometimes, you should just go and take that ride. you’ll never know where it’ll take you or who you’ll run into.

a/n - first writing Scared tbh... tell me what i can improve on :O i really love it tho!! not proofread lol

finally looking up from his book, wonwoo greets you, “oh hi y/n! sorry, am i intruding on anything?”

you giggle and just extend your hand out to him. he tilts his head in confusion but takes your hand nonetheless. pulling him onto your broom, he makes a little squeal and holds onto you tight. you soar straight up and wonwoo buries his head into your neck. you laugh a little as you head down. the two of you have the time of your lives spinning all around and wonwoo finally lifts his head from your neck. you shake your head and laugh at him. wonwoo looks at you with a pout on his face.

you laugh even harder at the boy, “ wonwoo you look like a little cat!”

“i do not look like a cat!” wonwoo says, his pout growing bigger.

you guide him all around the castle and show him all of your favorite spots. you even show him your most precious spot that nobody else has seen before. shooting up high to find the owlery and head to the top of it, wonwoo’s head stuck in your neck. thinking of all the ways to get wonwoo to get unstuck from your neck, you ruffle his hair. he looks up skeptically, but once he opens his eyes he gasps. it was absolutely stunning, the castle dimly lit and the trees in the forbidden forest swaying .you two sit in a comfortable silence, wonwoo even leaning on your shoulder.

“y/n this is absolutely astonishing,” wonwoo says to break the silence, “but why did you bring me here?” you freeze at his words.

wonwoo looks at you while you're thinking of what to say. you simply just shrug after a while of thinking. wonwoo just giggles at how cute you are.

“do you like me y/n?” wonwoo gasps and holds his heart.

even though it was true, you shake your head no and hit his chest lightly. you look back at all the good times you two would have in each other’s common rooms. maybe it was a good thing you led him out here the whole night. you could actually confess your feelings tonight. that was a funny joke… or was it a joke at all? but you really felt comfortable and safe with him and your relationship felt secure. you decided that you wanted to confess tonight and if wonwoo doesn’t like you it's his loss.

you two sat out there until the sun rose. both of you were glad it was the weekend.you both laugh and bask in each other's company. wonwoo laid his head in your lap and closed his eyes. a slight tinge of pink crossing your face and ears. while you two sat under the rising sun, you decided to try to braid wonwoo’s hair. you two had talked about everything from school to family life. it felt like you two knew each other your whole lives.

“so catboy-”

“stop calling me a catboy, you little shit,” wonwoo interrupted.

as you transform a roof tile into a mirror you ask, “anyways, catboy, how do you like your hair?”

wonwoo sits up, looks at the mirror, and chuckles. the braid was a little loose and definitely not perfect but he absolutely loved it. it looked adorable, well anything seemed cute to him when you did it.

“it looks amazing, y/n, very cute and i love it” he says with a big grin on his face. wonwoo looks at you and you have the widest grin on your face he's seen all night.

oh you were gonna get killed by jeonghan once you tell him about this night. he’s going to be pissed at you if you don’t tell wonwoo you like him. jeonghan didn’t sit through hours of your talks about how adorable you found for you not to say shit to him. to save yourself from torment and to just rip the bandaid off; you decided to tell him today. you muster as much courage as you can get and call wonwoo’s name.

“yes,?” he says as he looks at you.

“uh,” you wanted to chicken out but this is a perfect opportunity, “wonwoo i really like you. i’ve liked you since our potions project last year and being here like this makes me like you so much more.”

wonwoo sits up and timidly smiles. “y/n i really like you too… i was just about to ask you to be mine.”

“well what are you waiting for?”

you both laugh as wonwoo straitens his posture and takes your hand in his, “oh y/n, would you like to be mine so we can do dumb couplely things and maybe do things that muggles do for dates too?”

you take your hands out of wonwoo’s and pull him in for a kiss, “now does that answer your question?”

wonwoo nods with a small smile and hugs you. he lets go and stands hops on your broom. he does a spin and holds his hand out to you. you take his hand and he throws you on the back of your broom. he races all the way to the quidditch court, happy he first took your hand on this ride. and wonwoo wishes for many more rides like this again. as you put your broom back into your locker, wonwoo waits patiently outside to walk to breakfast with you. you walk out of the slytherin locker rooms and put your arm around his waist. as you two walk into the great hall attached to the hip, everyone wonders what the hell happened. you two look at each other and just walk to your respective tables with a small smile on your faces. it was clear that that would be the best flying you’ve ever done.

#seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen oneshot #svt oneshot #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo x you #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo oneshot #jeon wonwoo one shot #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo fic #seventeen fluff #wonwoo fluff

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blu-joons · 2 years

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BEST FRIEND SEVENTEEN A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Jeon Wonwoo

A ⇴ ATTENTION

There was a subtilty to the attention that Wonwoo paid to you, quite often it would just be a look out of the corner of his eye that no one else would pick up on, even though you’d often know that he was looking your way.

B ⇴ BICKER

One thing the two of you very rarely did was bicker, usually because one of you would end up being so strong with one of your comebacks that the other didn’t know what to say. You were sassy with each other to say the least, and although you liked to push each other, you never stepped over the line that you had.

C ⇴ COMFORT

He would always be there to simply let you talk whenever you needed comforting. Wonwoo knew the signs to know what you wanted from him when you were having a hard time, whether that was a hug or just someone to listen to you for a little while, Wonwoo would do whatever it took to be able to help you.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

It was incredibly rare for the two of you to disagree with one another, usually you’d be irritable if one of you pushed an argument. Most of the time the disagreements would be a build up of stress in one of you because your close friendship meant that you usually took that frustration out on the other person, knowing that they could take it and that they’d understand that everything came from stress.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

Neither of you could really remember the start of your friendship, having met at such a young age it almost felt as if the two of you had just been in each other’s lives. You tried your best to remember the first time you met Wonwoo or the first time that you spoke to Wonwoo, you just couldn’t. All you could ever remember was him just being by your side as you grew up, regardless of when it all started.

F ⇴ FAMILY

You were as good as a member of Wonwoo’s family, especially after being around for so many years. They loved having you round to visit and treating you as if you were a member of the family too. Whenever they had family events, they invited you when they knew that you were free, or when they visited Wonwoo at work they’d always ask about you and see if you were free to maybe spend some time with them.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

Most of the time you would either be at the dorm or at your apartment when you got together, somewhere quiet and without attention. Neither of you wanted to go out too much and find yourselves distracted by fans or cameras that would only get in the way of the two of you being able to talk.

H ⇴ HABITS

The two of you had a habit of knowing exactly what the other was thinking or what they wanted. Things like ordering or deciding whose side you were on when two of the other boys were arguing were things that you always got right, you knew exactly what Wonwoo liked, and he knew you just the same too.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

You had a surprisingly high number of inside jokes between the two of you, with most of the jokes the result of one of you being sassy and smart. Quite a few of your jokes you couldn’t repeat as the two of you had probably been a little harsh to one another, but it only ever came to try and wind each other up.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

You would always be able to tell when Wonwoo was feeling jealous, the look on his face would always be a giveaway. It wasn’t something that he tended to talk about, and tried his best to hide it too, but his soft eyes would let you know that he was worried about someone. He knew he wasn’t the loudest, but when someone tried to push him aside as your best friend, then he would start to get unsettled.

K ⇴ KICKS

Wonwoo got a kick out of knowing that he was the one that you relied on. As much as he hated it when you were upset or struggling, he couldn’t help but smile a little bit knowing that it was his number that you had decided to call, knowing that Wonwoo was the best person to try and cheer you up.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved spending time with you, it was something that Wonwoo never got bored of. Even when the two of you had been practically living on top of each other for a little while, Wonwoo would still want to spend the following day with you. Quite often people wondered how the two of you never seemed to not get along with one another, but it was all part of just being by each other’s sides for so long.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you first met at school, aside from that you couldn’t really remember much at all. Wonwoo had just been a constant for you in life, right from when you started school, he was right there with you, and jokingly you loved to highlight how he just never quite seemed to go away and leave you alone.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

He loved that he could relax around you more than anything else, Wonwoo was quite wary about how he acted around quite a lot of people, it took a lot for him to trust and relax, but he definitely could with you.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Wonwoo was obsessed with your company, he loved how happy he was whenever he was around you. Even if the two of you were just in silence, that never bothered Wonwoo as having you there was enough.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

The moments that meant the most to Wonwoo were the moments when he was just able to be normal around you. He loved that being with you felt like he was a human rather than having to be an idol, how he could laugh loudly, burp and tease you without worrying about anyone watching or judging him.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

You were definitely the person that he turned to when he needed a little bit of advice. He didn’t tend to confide in too many people, but if he had to pick just one person to confide in, it was definitely you.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Underneath your bed you had a box that you kept plenty of things in that were to do with your friendship with Wonwoo. Things like tickets from trips that you had been on and receipts from events that the two of you had attended were all kept by you as each one of them was significant to you.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

Having your support meant a great deal to Wonwoo, even if you were only able to send a text before something, he still appreciated it. Just knowing that you were thinking of him and knowing what it was that he was up to meant a lot to Wonwoo, the support was just an added bonus for him to enjoy.

T ⇴ TRIPS

When he had a little bit of time off, there was very little that Wonwoo enjoyed as much as being able to escape with you for a little while, even if your trip was only to another part of the city to adventure around.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

There was no one better to fill the role as his best friend, you ticked just about every single box that Wonwoo had for a best friend.

V ⇴ VISITS

When he had a little bit of time, quite often Wonwoo would visit you and see how you were getting along. If he hadn’t been able to see you for a while especially then Wonwoo would take the time to check in.

W ⇴ WISDOM

One thing that you could always rely on Wonwoo for was good advice, he took that role in your life incredibly seriously.

X ⇴ XXXX

It depended on where you were and who you were with quite a lot of the time as to how affectionate the two of you were together. If you were alone and at home, that would be when you’d be most affectionate.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his constant; you were the person that had always been there for him.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

One place that you could always crash at was the dorm, Mingyu and Wonwoo both loved having you there and always made the dorm a comfortable place for you whenever you stayed the night with the two of them.

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lololololchips · 4 months

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Texts between dk and rest of seventeen when he accidentally reveals wonwoo's relationship with reader on weverse live. Reader doesn't mind that much since she knew dk had big mouth and didn't do it on purpose but the rest of seventeen are more annoyed that they now have a PR nightmare

wait omg i loved this idea!!

hope you like it:))

Jeon Wonwoo || in which their relationship is exposed…

synopsis: in which their relationship is exposed thanks to DK over sharing on live

genre: smau, one!shot smau, fake texts, fluff, angst(?), idol!bf x non!idolgf

warnings: cursing, fem pronouns, svt hating on dk (IM SORRY)

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Idol Life | Iseol

Just a day in the idol life of Iseol and having a little accident at Weekly Idol

AN: I may change a few things later, I don’t like it that much.

Words count: 2456

Warning: None??

Iseol’s materlist

2016

Mari had to shoot for another Music bank, something she didn’t hate to do. In fact, out of all the shows she’s been on the last year hosting Music bank the last five months is something she looked forwards to. It led her to meet so many idols and interact with them and let them get to know her. Balancing work as an MC and Seventeen came easy, the boys were all understanding, and she wasn’t the only one Seungkwan also had his fair share of appearances.

They always made sure she had food ready to eat when she came home, and that she wasn’t overworking herself. Honestly despite her family’s reservations about Mari debuting with the boys, they’ve come to see how much they care for their daughter. So, mama Chaeyong made sure they all got vitamins and had all the food they needed. Her way of repaying them for taking care of Mari.

Mari was a co-host with quite a few people, it started with Highlight’s Son Dong Woon who had previously hosted with Laboum’s Solbin. The man was a great help to Mari, he’d taken her under his wing before he left and then the last two months were with different people, first it was Park Bogum, and currently BTS’s V.

Seventeen and Bangtan got on well with each other, so it was a relief for Mari, not that her previous co-hosts weren’t pleasant, but the first time she talked to them was because of MB.

And the public opinion is starting to sway, they’re liking her dynamic with the hosts and the artists alike, Mari is very kind and encouraging to all idols and they all had nice things to say about her and her work ethic.

Seventeen were performing today, their latest comeback Very Nice a repackage album, and thus she got up early that day, went through the motions of getting dressed, along with the boys, her makeup was done on site, she got dressed in her performance outfit for the rehearsals of the actual song.

“Okay, good work everyone.” Hoshi called out to his members, Mari bowed to the staff not caring what else was going to be said as she had to rush to start rehearsing with V and the rest of the artists before they had to go live.

“Mari!” Cheol called for the rushing girl, stopping her in her tracks. “Take this.”

He took something from one of their staff, Mari looked at the bag and found two triangle kimbaps with tuna inside and a bottled water. “Thank you oppa.”

The girl didn’t have time to do anything before she quickly hugged him and rushed off stage. “Ish, working too hard that one.” Jihoon said watching as Mari disappeared.

“It’s paying off at least.” Mingyu said, having been one of those who monitored her name online and seeing the steady increase of the positive feedback she’s getting.

“At what coast though.” Jeonghan mumbled to himself and shook his head but said nothing. Mari had taken to styling his hair and playing with it, teaching him all sort of braids, when he told her he didn’t want to braid his hair, she’d just shrug and tell him it was for when she grew her hair out and he rolled with it never saying no to her playing with his hair. Her own had grown, but with each comeback she cut it, so if you look at her pictures through from their debuted to their current comeback it’ll be like a transition from the boy cut she had when they debuted to now the slightly layered bob she had going on.

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Greeting the staff and apologizing for being late, even though she wasn’t, is such a Mari thing. V was there as well, they stood of to the side reading their cards for the day. “Here you go Oppa.”

Mari handed him one of the kimbaps, once they were told that the first group will come in in ten minutes. “Thank you, did you eat?”

“Yeah, don’t worry.” Mari lied through her teeth, if Taehyung found out she didn’t eat her breakfast he would have refused the food. She doesn’t like eating alone anyways, so it was more for her than him, she kept telling herself. Eating the two chatted about their week, Taehyung telling Mari how excited he is to see them perform live, Mari excitedly telling him about the song and choreo.

Once the camera was on, they became their professional selves and gone through the rehearsal with group after group before loud chatter caught their attention. “That’ll be my boys.” Mari said with a grin, she laughed after hearing Seungkwan’s loud voice shouting.

“You can never loose them in a crowd.” Taehyung commented before they came into view. Jun rushing in and wrapping his arms around Mari before he pulled her off her feet, placing her hand on hi shoulder while she laughed.

“Put me down! I’m working.” She shouted to the amusement of everyone present.

“Put her down.” Wonwoo said as he walked past them and took his place for the rehearsal, once on her feet Mari made sure she still looked presentable, and glared at innocent looking Jun.

Taehyung makes a comment about what group is next, Mari acts as if she doesn’t know before Taehyung introduces them, Mari joins her group for their greeting before switching back to her MC role. The interview was chaotic, the boys not taking anything seriously, and teasing Mari every chance they got. They finally got through the rehearsal.

“I’m taking the day off next time you lot are coming.” Mari stated exasperated.

“You act like you wouldn’t be coming with us.” Seungkwan replied making her roll her eyes.

“Not the point.” She teased, even if they made it harder for her, they still had fun and got through the interview. It’s something they’ll remember in a few years. Mari liked to think that every chaotic moment is a memory in the making.

“I wasn’t annoying, was I?” Seungkwan asked lowering his voice, Mari shook her head, her other members were all slowly leaving, some having a few words with V since the oldest three and him were ‘95 liners.

“Not in the least, I was only joking, I’d have you guys with me on every show if I could.” Mari told him and gave the younger boy a hug, not ten seconds in their hug and another pair of arms wrapped around her, knowing it’s Chan. He 17-year-old had gotten in the habit of hugging Mari every chance he got. “Okay, you have to go, I’ll see you when we go live.”

“Good luck, Noona.” Chan shouted as they left.

“Is it always this chaotic?” A staff member asked, lighthearted, she didn’t mean anything by it.

“More or less, but it’s just because this is the first time any of us hosted a show and the rest came on it.” Mari said with a small smile. “They’re excited.”

“My group would’ve teased me to death.” Taehyung commented and Mari could see it.

“It’s good they get all the teasing before the live podcasting.” Mari added, and the two talked about their groups who they think would tease the most.

As expected, when it was turn for Seventeen’s interview, they were all professional, many carats caught them giving Mari their full attention when she talked, looking like proud brothers. Cheering her the loudest than anyone on the show. After the interview, Mari rushed with the boys on stage.

The stage where she felt most comfortable and confidant. The girl loved performing more than anything, she thinks that she shines the most on-stage dancing and singing, her stage presence is strong, and it isn’t because she’s the only girl.

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Another day another show, this time the group were in a taping for Weekly Idol. They were all excited, standing off the white set they waited until they were called. Defcon and Don weren’t the best hosts in Mari’s opinion, but who is she to judge. They had years of experience on her.

The PDs had them fill a profile to quickly go through before they’ll have to split into three teams. Mari of course was with the performance team

“Iseol-ssi, I have a question.” Doni said looking at the female standing between Minghao and Chan, she looked over confused.

“What is it?” She asked the older man, curious.

“It says on your profile that you’re strong.” Mari nods to his words, Chan had written it, but she left it there.

“I wouldn’t say I’m very strong, but I love playing arm wrestling with the guys.” Mari explained, she knows that they let her win a lot of the time, but she doesn’t mind, in fact she likes it.

“Do they let you win?” Defcon asked intrigued by the idea of this tiny girl winning over the guys, they’re all taller than her, it’s amusing. Mari looks at her members and hums, they all try to look innocent making the female laugh.

“Sometimes yes.” Mari confirms.

“Don’t get fooled though, she’s very strong.” Chan said holding her bicep which didn’t look that strong.

“We’ll put this to the test.” Doni said and a tall table/stand was brought out, it was just big enough for two people to wrestle on it.

“Which one then?” Mari said moving her arms around acting as if she’s stretching for a fight, she stepped up to the table and looked at her members grinning.

“Let’s try… Vernon.” Defcon chose and Vernon stepped up facing his female member, all the other members started to shout and cheer for Mari, by her stage name.

“Are you ready Noona?” Vernon asked once they had their elbows set and arms clasped together.

“Yes.” Doni counted down before they both started, Vernon was holding back a little giving Mari time to try and win, just struggle their arms moving slightky to the left before the right, it went on for almost a minute before Doni stopped them.

“Okay, stop, stop.” He said and the pair split up. “I don’t trust you, Vernon it looks like you’re holding back.”

“I’m not.” Vernon lied through his teeth, but it didn’t look like it to everyone watching.

"I am strong.” Mari joked and flexed her arms, Jeonghan and Jun were heard laughing.

“Our Iseol is very strong.” Joshua shouted over the rukus.

“I’d like to see for myself.” Doni said and Mair’s eyes were wide, and her lips formed and O. 0o0. Doni took Vernon’s place, Mari hesitated before she placed her arm back on the table, she braced herself.

“Okay on the count of three.” Defcon said and the boys cheered for their member all leaning in and watching, honestly, they all expected Doni to act like Mari is in fact strong, I mean look at the difference in their arm sizes. His was like over three times the size of hers. “One, two… three!”

And then bam Mari tried to push with all her strength the same time Doni did the same making her arm snap back onto the table making her shout and frown, Doni let go of her arm and held his arm up in victory. Seungcheol went to Mari’s side seeing the pain flash onto her face. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder as the rest of the members still cheered for her and surrounded her. Giving Seungcheol enough time to give her a questioning look while holding her arm.

“I’m okay.” She whispers with a fake smile. She most certainly wasn’t okay, something felt slightly wrong, and she had no idea what. Her arm was burning, but the show must go on. Putting on her biggest smile they continued the show.

Carats watching saw the slight change in Mari after that, she wouldn’t use her right hand as often and let it hang by her side. The members gave her concerned looks over the show and even tried to keep her away from the hosts as much as they could, but Mari continued as cheery as possible with a smile on her face. It was only after the show that Mari asked for some ice. She believes she pulled a muscle or something, nothing too serious it just hurt when she moved her arm, but she had full function.

“Did you pull a muscle?” Wonwoo asked the female holding her arm, she had a short sleeve shirt, so he was inspecting her for any visible marks.

“I think so, it’s a little painful, the pain has mostly dulled now.” She informed her fellow ’96 liner.

“I expected him to act along.” Seungkwan told the duo as he too stood in front of Mari inspecting her arm.

“Me too.” Seokmin said coming with a bag tied with ice inside, a small towel in hand.

“Seungcheol Hyung looked so angry.” Wonwoo stated their leader wasn’t in the room, but the moment Doni didn’t hold back he looked ready to kill.

“Protective as always.” Seokmin said teasing the female.

“Noona to Hyung is like Chan to Jeonghan Hyung.” Mari groaned at Seungkwan’s words, she got teased enough for being Seungcheol’s favorite.

“Whatever you guys, I’m in pain you should be nice to me not tease me.” Mari pouted and frowned, making them all gag and laugh.

“Sorry, that won’t work on us.” Seungkwan told the female a look of disgust on his face.

“You should try Seungcheol Hyung.” Seokmin added making the three males laugh once again.

“I hate you guys so much.” Mari said and huffed leaving them to laugh and make fun of her.

“Try telling that to Hyung.” Wonwoo called for Mari, she doesn’t know why Wonwoo is also ganging up on her, he’s usually on her side too, she just rolled her eyes.

“I bet he’ll cry.” Seungkwan said still laughing.

“I’m telling him you said that!” Mari called leaving them, Seungkwan immediately stopped laughing.

“You wouldn’t.” He was wide eyed, Mari turned to face him and he tried to look innocent and pleaded with her.

“That doesn’t work on me.” She teased him and stuck out her tounge.

“She got you there.” Seokmin said patting his back.

“You two aren’t safe either.” Mari smirked and they looked as white as snow. “I’m telling on you three.”

“Please don’t.” Seokmin pleased with the female.

“We will do anything.” Mari chuckled at Wonwoo’s words and made a thinking face.

“I’ll think about it.” She said and left them to join the rest of the group her arm still iced. She evil laughed as she left them, it did earn her a few confused looks but she didn’t care, she has the upper hand now.

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