#seungkwan svt

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reacting to their s/o giving birth

Request: Hello!! Can I request a Seventeen OT13 fluff/crack/comfort reaction to reader giving birth? Like for each member the member and reader react differently? Like reader having a hard time with wonwoo’s child because of his wide shoulders, Vernon being unfazed as usual as his wife screams at him, reader having no tolerance for pain and is panicking so Mingyu panics too, etc

A/N: I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting, anon. This took much longer than I expected. I actually finished writing it yesterday, but my draft got deleted, and I was so frustrated that I nearly cried. I had been working on this for a week while juggling other writing projects and a busy, stressful schedule. Instead of breaking down and giving up, I sat down and rewrote everything from memory. Since it was my second time writing it, I at least had a clearer idea of what I wanted to do. I knew that if I didn’t finish it now, it would end up delayed for another week or more, and I didn’t want that. Also, I pushed other queued requests back to finally get this one out since it should've been out earlier but I wasn't done with it. I really hope I did justice to your request! Thank you for your patience 💓

Seungcheol: To me it feels like his leader instincts kicking in like it’s a group comeback 😭 You’re physically drained and can barely push anymore, so Seungcheol will be holding your hand tightly, his voice steadying you: “Just one more, baby, you’ve got this. We’ll meet our little one soon.” On the inside, he’s panicking but doesn’t let it show because he knows you need his strength, "Breathe, babe, breathe!” Wait, should I breathe too?! Once the baby is born, he’s in tears, holding your hand like, “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.” and kissing your forehead. Then proceeds to take the title of Best Dad very seriously.

Jeonghan: “This is YOUR fault!” you scream at him as another wave of pain hits, and Jeonghan, instead of being offended, just grins cheekily, “I know, I know. But look at me—I’m right here. You’re doing amazing.” He is unfazed and mischievous, even while you're snapping at him but don't get me wrong. He's like, "It’s okay, just a little more!” while secretly panicking and muttering, How does one raise a tiny human? He just doesn't want to look panicked in front of you and scare you. When the baby arrives, he jokes, “Wow, this kid’s already prettier than me. Must’ve gotten it from me.” Yes, he's like that—but in a moment of seriousness, he looks at you with so much love, “You were incredible.”

Joshua: You’re crying softly, scared and overwhelmed, and Joshua immediately cups your face gently, “I know it’s hard, but you’re so strong. You can do this. I’ll be here the whole time.” He's very soft and attentive, the perfect mix of calm and emotional. He never leaves your side, murmuring prayers under his breath. Holds your hand and whispers comforting words the whole time, “You’re amazing, you’ve got this.” When the baby cries for the first time, he literally cries too, “This is the best day of my life.” He lets out a laugh of pure relief and joy as his face says, This is our miracle. He insists on singing the baby a lullaby immediately. Sunday morning rain is falling in form of lullaby

Jun: Wait, I think I need to sit down—oh no, wait, you’re the one doing all the work! Chaotic but sweet, Jun is trying his best to be strong for you, but his emotions are all over the place. You’re gripping his hand tightly, shaking your head, “I can’t do it, Jun. I really can’t!” his heart clenches at your words but he then immediately leans in, his eyes wide but sincere, “You’re already doing it. Look at me. One more push, and we’ll meet our baby.” The sheer trust and love in his gaze give you the last bit of strength you need. After the birth, he’s SO emotional, holding them like the most delicate thing in the world in complete awe with wide eyes, “Wow… they’re so small. Are you sure they’re ours?” He traces a careful finger along the baby’s tiny hand, his eyes softening even more. “They’re perfect… just like you.” His lips press a lingering, grateful kiss to your forehead before pulling back, his eyes shimmering. “I love you. Both of you.”

Hoshi: He's excited and maybe a little too energetic. Freaks out every time you make a noise, “IS IT TIME?!” even if you’re just asking for water. During birth, I feel like, his s/o will be yelling from the pain and accidentally yell at him too lol. “STOP TALKING, SOONYOUNG!” you shout during a particularly painful contraction, and he freezes, wide-eyed. “Okay, I’m sorry! I’ll be quiet—but I’m still here!” When the baby is born, he’s crying harder than you are, clutching your hand, “WE DID IT! I mean, you did it! I’M A PAPA TIGER! Look at our little cub!” while also jumping up and down yelling.

Wonwoo: Wonwoo is the reliable rock you need. You’re biting your lip, trying not to scream, and he notices your trembling. He leans closer, his voice soft, “It’s okay to let it out. I’m here for you, always.” He stays by your side, holding your hand, his thumb gently rubbing the back of it to soothe you. Every now and then, he murmurs, “You’re doing so well,” his voice laced with admiration and respect for his beloved. When the baby is finally born, he doesn’t say much at first—just stares in awe, holding them close with a small, amazed smile. After a long pause, he finally whispers, “So this is what pure happiness feels like.” Theb he looks at you, eyes full of love, and promises, “I’ll be the best dad. For both of you.”

Woozi: Stressed but trying not to show it. Internally writing 15 songs about his emotions while saying, “Do you need anything? Water? Ice? A new husband?” all while trying his best to keep his emotions in check for your sake but low-key failing. “It hurts so much!” you cry, and Jihoon, though visibly worried and internally panicking, keeps rubbing your back, “I know, love, I know. Just a little more, and it’ll be over. You’re stronger than you think.” Once it’s over, he’s stunned silent, staring at the tiny life in his hands in awe, whispering, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to write anything more beautiful than this.” Then he looks at you, his voice soft: “You’re incredible.”

Dokyeom: Your overly enthusiastic cheerleader is trying his best. But when you let out a scream, “AUGH!” Seokmin yelps even louder, “ARE YOU OKAY?!” despite knowing full well that you’re not. He’s gripping your hand so tightly—probably too tightly and almost crying with you. “YOU’RE DOING GREAT. I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!” Then, mid-contraction, he suddenly panics, “Wait, do you hate me right now? I think you do.” You glare at him between deep breaths, and he flinches, “Okay! No talking! Got it!” When the baby is finally here, Seokmin completely loses it, his happy sobs are the loudest in the room. “We did it! Well, mostly you, but we did it!” He’s melting, practically sliding to the floor as he holds the baby, overwhelmed by joy. Someone has to hold him up before he turns into a puddle of emotions.

Mingyu: He’s the definition of chaos with a side of tears. “Why is it taking so long?!” you cry out, exhausted and frustrated, and Mingyu, who has been pacing non-stop—pauses for a second before nervously responding, “I don’t know, but I’m here! We’ll get through this together, I promise.” He’s trying so hard to be helpful, but his clumsy ass is in full force. “Do you need water, baby? A towel? Oh no, I dropped the towel! Wait, where’s the doctor—should I call someone?!” The moment the baby arrives, Mingyu’s emotions explode, he’s full-on sobbing, barely able to form words. “You’re amazing! Our baby is amazing!” He cradles the tiny newborn like the most precious thing in the world, holding on so tight that the nurses have to coax him into letting them check the baby. “No! They’re so tiny! So perfect! I’m NOT letting them go.” spoiler: he doesn't. they have the check the baby from his hold.

Minghao: Zen but emotional deep down. He’s by your side, reminding you to breathe like a yoga instructor, “Inhale, exhale, you’ve got this.” But you are still exhausted and losing focus during labor, “I can’t do it,” you mumble weakly, and Minghao immediately takes your hand, his calm voice grounding you: “Yes, you can. Focus on me. Deep breaths. You’re stronger than you know.” After the baby’s born, he holds them with the gentlest hands, his eyes full of tears. “You did so well,” he whispers, brushing hair out of your sweaty face. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.” His face is all smiley with streaks of dry tears down his cheeks as he kisses your nose, “This is the start of a masterpiece. You’re amazing, my love. I love you”

Seungkwan: The most emotional and slightly dramatic of them all. “Are you okay? Is the baby okay? Am I okay?!” He’s running on pure nerves. The situation escalates quickly when you reach the peak of labor, and it’s similar to Hoshi’s. “STOP TALKING, KWAN!” you snap, breathless from the pain. He gasps dramatically, clutching his chest, “I’m just worried! But okay, okay, I’ll shut up!” He’s jittery, constantly checking on you, the doctors, and the monitors, whispering prayers under his breath. The moment the baby is born, all his anxiety vanishes, replaced by unfiltered joy. He holds the baby, bawling his eyes out, voice shaking as he says, “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Then, looking at you with pure adoration, he sniffles, “I’m going to spoil them so much.”

Vernon: Surprisingly calm but mostly because he’s in shock. You’re gripping the bed rails so hard your knuckles turn white, trying not to scream, and Vernon, who notices how much you’re struggling, leans down, holding your hand. “You’re doing so great,” he says. “We’re so close, babe. Just a little more.” He doesn’t say much else, just keeps his grip firm, standing by your side like an unshakable pillar until you give birth while internally thinking, This is wild. When the baby is born, he stares at them for a long moment before finally saying, “Wow… we made this. That’s crazy.” But then, as he holds the baby, his normally neutral expression softens into something breathtaking. His heart eyes are fully showing— completely smitten, both with the baby and with you.

Dino: Our Dino is flustered but super supportive. “Do you need me to do anything? Tell me what to do—I’ll do it!” He’s hovering, heart racing, watching you struggle through the pain, and it’s breaking him. When you sob, “I can’t do it, Chan!” he nearly panics himself, but he quickly shakes his head and crouches beside you, rubbing your back. “Yes, you can,” he says firmly, “You’re the strongest person I know. Just a little more, I’m right here!” The second the baby arrives, his stress vanishes, replaced by pure joy. His grin is so wide it almost hurts. “I’m officially a dad! We’re parents now, love! Can you believe it?” He holds the baby with so much pride and tenderness, already making promises. “I’m going to be the fun parent. You’re going to have the coolest childhood ever, little one.” and holds their pinky.

[lololololchips]

Can you please please please do a seventeen text being jealous of there son/daughter cuz they have all the s/o attention

here you go!:)

dad texts || SEVENTEEN

genre: one shot, fluff, fake texts au, non!idol, parents au

warnings: fem pronouns, jealous svt (nothing serious tho), lmk if i missed anything else!

[cheers-to-you-th]

Don't Wanna Cause a Racket

Pairing: Seungkwan x Camerawoman!Reader

Genre: Smut !MDNI!, porn without plot, Racket Boys variety show

Summary: During the filming of Racket Boys, Seungkwan gets frustrated. You help him.

Warnings: Shameless smut, oral sex (m recieving), blowjobs, handjobs, moaning, frustrated Seungkwan is hot af, semi-public, they're in a storage closet lol

WC: 1k ish

A/N: this is my first fic so I'm sorry if it's ass. Seungkwan in Racket Boys is my roman empire, he looks SO FINE.

The squeaking of sneakers and labored breaths fill your ears as four men play badminton. It’s another practice game for the show Racket Boys, and your focus is solely on Seungkwan because it’s your job to follow his movements with the camera, you swear. It has absolutely nothing to do with how the sweat on his forehead makes him look straight out of your a wet dream, how his brows furrowed as he focuses, small huffs leaving his lips when he smashes the birdie across the net (the same sound that he makes when he’s smashing you, not that you notice). And it 100% is not distracting as his slender fingers tighten around the grip of his racket when he makes a mistake, shoulders tensed with frustration as he apologizes to his team. You are focused on Seungkwan's playing, not on the fact that your boyfriend looks tantalizingly attractive when he’s angry. Of course not.

Racket Boys lose the match, the irritation and disappointment clear in Seungkwan's eyes as the coach reminds him that he still has another game to do better. You move your head away from your camera scope as a director signals for a break between matches, immediately making eye contact with Seungkwan. He pulls out his phone as he walks out the room, and soon enough you get a notification reading three words:

storage closet

now

You subtly excuse yourself from the room, another person taking over your camera as you take a ‘bathroom break’. The storage closet isn’t particularly close to the gym, far enough that if anyone needs supplies there's another one closer. You softly shut the door behind you only to be roughly pinned to it the second you turn around. The lips you had seen minutes before scowling were now pressed against your own, releasing pent up emotions that hadn’t been suitable for the camera. Seungkwan bites your lip and drinks in your gasp as he uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, hand sliding from your waist to grope your chest. After what seems like both eternity and not nearly long enough his lips detach from yours while panting. “Stupid fucking game.” Seungkwan curses, letting his frustration come to a head. He takes a deep breath as you stand there for a minute, basking in one another's presence. When you shift and feel something poking your hip you make the decision to help ease some of the tension your poor boyfriend carries. You gently roll your hips against his, testing the waters and smirking when Seungkwan releases a shuttered breath. After one last peck to his kiss-swollen lips you sink to your knees, hands teasing his waistband as you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“Fuck”

The one word is all the permission you need as you quickly slide his pants and boxers down in one go, knowing you don’t have much time before people start to look for you both. His dick is fully hard as you spit in your hand and start pumping him, giving his angry red tip a tiny lick before starting to work him into your slack jaw. A groan leaves his lips, low and desperate when you hollow your cheeks, slowly taking him deeper and deeper into your mouth. His hands make their way to your hair as your nose touches his pelvis. You stay there for a second, holding eye contact with him before pulling away for a breath. Then you go all in, quickly bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks as spit gathers at the corners of your lips. The breathy moans coming from above you only make you work harder, humming around Seungkwan’s dick when his hand tightens in your hair. “F-fuck baby, just like that.” He stutters, and when your hand starts massaging his balls he finally cracks, hot ropes of cum squirting into the back of your throat, too deep to taste but delicious nevertheless. The string of curses that your boyfriend mutters is music to your ears as you finally pull off his dick, still stroking it with your hand as it starts softening. Seungwan’s labored breathing soon turns into whimpers, overstimulation setting in when you lick the vein that runs up his cock. “You can give me one more, right darling?” You ask as he slowly grows hard again in your hold. “You’re gonna be the death of m-” His voice is cut off with a hiss as you start moving your hand at a brutal pace and harshly suck on his tip. You act like you’re going to start deep throating him again, causing a strangled moan when you instead take his balls into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around them. “Shit shit shit baby fuck I’m gonna cum I’m- fuck” Seungkwan’s voice gets higher and higher with each word. When you move from his balls to lightly nibble his head, he erupts into your waiting mouth for a second time, a pornographic moan filling your ears while salty white liquid fills your mouth. Swallowing, you stick your tongue out for good measure before grabbing some paper towels (perks of being in a supply closet) and gently clean him up, wiping the corner of your mouth while you’re at it. When you finally stand up, you’re met with a soft kiss. “You’re too good to me.” Seungkwan wraps his arms around you and rocks back and forth slightly, causing a giggle to escape your lips. “You ready to kick some ass?” Seungkwan kisses your cheek, “We should get back, don’t want anyone to notice we’ve been gone, even if it’s someone else’s match right now.”

Giving him one last peck you open the supply closet door, “Yeah, wouldn’t want to cause a racket.” You say, wiggling your eyebrows. With a roll of his eyes and small chuckle, the two of you part, returning long enough apart to not raise suspicion before Seungkwan does indeed kick ass, winning his next match by a landslide.

[shuaasumii]

“I Wish For Forever With You”

ᯓ pairing: seungkwan x reader

ᯓ genre: SO MUCH FLUFF

ᯓ warnings: none!

ᯓ tags: idol!seungkwan, lowkey kinda cheesy towards the end

ᯓ summary: after waiting a whole day to see your boyfriend, he finally comes home so you can wish him a happy birthday.

ᯓ a/n: the pictures of kwan above are from pinterest. happy birthday to my fav cutie! 🍊

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you crouched below your kitchen counter, waiting for seungkwan to get home. it was his birthday, but you haven’t seen him a single time today. well except for when he kissed you goodbye, but technically that doesn’t count cause you were half asleep. but you wanted to surprise him for when he came home anyways. since he was coming back from a day of promotion for BSS, you had prepared a nice warm bath and his favorite type of cake to end the night peacefully.

“darling?” he called out, still pulling off his shoes. your boyfriend, wondering why the apartment was so quiet, wandered into the kitchen in search of you.

“SURPRISE!” you jumped out from behind the counter, extending your arms to make seungkwan aware of your presence.

seungkwan jumped at your sudden appearance, “HOLY SHIT“ he held a hand over his chest. “don’t do that baby.”

you giggled at him as you made your way over to where he stood. without hesitation seungkwan returned the warm hug you embraced him in, hand on your waist pulling you closer.

“happy birthday kwannie,” you pulled away from the hug to look up at him.

seungkwan smiled down at you, “thank you babe,” he said placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“i set up a nice bath for you in the bathroom. why don’t you wash up so that we can blow out your cake after?”

seungkwan, clearly amused by the sound of a relaxing bath, quickly rushed to your shared bathroom. as he was calming down from the day in the tub, you got his birthday cake from the fridge. it was a white cake with little designs of seungkwan’s favorite: tangerines. hearing the water drain from the tub, you quickly gathered the seven candles you bought for the 27 years seungkwan has been alive.

“thank you for the ba-“ he was cut off by your singing of happy birthday. you made your way over to him, holding the cake with a cheesy smile on your face.

“make a wish,” you whispered, locking eyes with your boyfriend.

after blowing out his candles, seungkwan grabbed the cake from your hands, placing it on the counter before pulling you in for a kiss.

“i know i shouldn’t say, but i wished for forever with you,” he grinned.

“seungkwaann,” you whined. “now it’s not gonna come true.”

“oh trust me baby, it will.” he winked.

[blue-jisungs]

okay imagine like with svt (either ot13 or minghao jihoon and seungkwan pls) you’re studying for some test in eng / a language other than korean and you go to them with like the tiniest handwriting, tons of notes, all on one page all proud and theyre just like “…now wtf does this say bro” love u axie (if i can call u that) take a rest and i love u sooo so much! u can dm me if my req is a little confusing <33

speaking your native language in their presence ♡

a/n. the way i RAN to write this!! it took a moment ngl but phew, i’m done!! thank you for requesting, hopefully you like it roxie!!! and ofc you can call me axie, it makes my heart melt ngl <3

also i had a race with time to finish it before you go on a hiatus i was STRESSING LMAO but i made it 😌

warnings. cursing >:T

oh and for anyone interested i also have enha && skz && bts versions of this!!

┆彡 SEUNGCHEOL [ 승철 ]

mans so used to talking w you in korean that he kind of??? forgot??

so once you were talking with your mom over the phone and his mouth went ajar

like that man was ready to call the exorcist

and then it clicked and he was like oh ☺️

after the shock went away he swore he fell in love over n over again

loves hearing you talk in your native tongue :(

he’s so entertained by it too, like i swear he’s like a kid (affectionate)

you were laying in seungcheol’s arms, head nuzzled into his neck. his big arms held you tightly and he softly drew shapes onto your skin.

“and… seventeen?” his question made you smile. you translated how the number sounds in your native language.

and cheol started giggling.

“sev…enteen… it’s so.. rustly” he chuckled, attempting to say it “oh! what about our songs?”

“well… hot would be hot” you barely finished and seungcheol was giggling like a teenager. it was so contagious that you couldn’t help but start laughing too. but then he attempted to say it and failed horribly, causing a full on hysteric laughter from both of you.

maybe it was the late hour or his failed attempts. whatever it was, it felt so heartwarming.

he will learn with your help a couple of basic phrases!!

due to his busy schedule he can’t study on his own but once he has some free time he’s doing those duolingo lessons LIKE A FREAK

oh and also

if he’s pouting bc he’s in a bad mood, all it takes is a kiss and a nickname thrown at him in your native language ^_^

┆彡 JEONGHAN [ 정한 ]

he’s like a cat – curious but won’t let it show

shushes everyone in the room if you’re talking to your friends or parents in your native language through the phone :”)

obviously so they hear you better duh (not because he wants to listen, duh)

will learn some phrases on his own so you two can communicate (and cheat) while you’re playing games w his friends hehe

he absolutely fell in love with the kitchen of your home country like 😭😭😭

and and he absolutely adores the names of the dishes, esp when you pronounce them so effortlessly

it unlocked something in him….. sure he had a soft spot for you but now oh boy

“hannie…” you whined, tugging his sleeve.

you had a small fight, well… more of a disagreement: he wanted some ramyeon and you were craving (dish name). obviously he folded in half and knew he’s done for the second the dish name rolled off your tongue so satisfyingly.

“please? we didn’t have it in a while! we can order (dish name no2) too? pleasepleasepleaseee” you pouted. jeonghan sighed dramatically, raising his eyebrows.

“okay. but say it one more time” he grunted, a smile creeping on his face.

“you’re so weird” you mumbled amusingly in your native language and he frowned

“hey, i understood that!” jeonghan scoffed, causing you to chuckle.

he looks at you with literal hearts in his eyes whenever you speak your native language, just saying <\\3

when he’s feeling extremely soft, usually when you’re about to go to sleep cuddled n all, he’ll ask you to just whisper some random stories

it lulls him to sleep so fast

please also caress his hair he’ll melt on spot 🥹

┆彡 JOSHUA [ 조슈아 ]

he knows the struggles of feeling away from home so the second you start feeling homesick he’s there to make you feel better:”)

shua loves hearing you mutter some random words, for example when you’re counting or something

will also ask for music recommendations and he will learn some of the songs so he can sing them while playing the guitar

also he’s INVESTED

like,, shua will watch you scribble down in your mother tongue mesmerised

it’s not that fun, however, when you’re in a rush and you left him a note with a grocery list scribbled down

… and a couple of things in your native language…. messily written that even the translator doesn’t understand it…

“uhhh… y/n, darling?” joshua’s voice rung in your ears as you picked up the incoming face time call. you smiled upon seeing his cute but puzzled face.

“yes, baby? also good morning to you too” you hummed, fixing your earphones. his face lit up upon seeing you

“oh woah, you look good today. but i’m in a bit of a pickle…” he hesitated, the camera turning around. you noticed the note you left behind and your eyes widened upon realising that you wrote some of the items in (language name).

“oh” you giggled.

“oh indeed” he shook his head with a loving smile “and even the translator doesn’t–“

“it’s butter, flour and cucumbers” you explained and joshua let out a dramatic, relieved sigh

he notes down the words after such incidents so he doesn’t have to call you eveytime

and it’s safe to say that he’s build a quite big vocabulary so far

and he’s always so proud like

“hey y/n i bought the (cucumbers in your language) you wanted!” with the widest grin ever

┆彡 JUNHUI [ 文俊辉 ]

my mans woke up one day and decided to learn your language

bought books, textbooks, audiobooks, duolingo plus (or premium, however it’s called) and casually managed to learn A LOT

he just loves the way it sounds and aspires to talk so fluently like you

ofc he knows he still has a lot to learn but don’t underestimate him

and the main reason when he’s gonna use it it’s just… bothering you ^_^

“–and then he gave me flowers! yeah! he’s the sweetest!” you were gossiping with your bestie over the phone, peeking at jun calmly reading a book “ugh, i know! i know, i know, i know, shut up!”

jun just smirked, getting ready to say something.

“trust me, i’d drop on my knee right here right now if i weren’t such a chicken” you giggled and blush creeped on your cheeks when you met your boyfriend’s curious gaze

“i’d prefer to do it, to be honest, but you’re such a cutie” jun said calmly in (language name) and casually returned to his book. your mouth fell ajar as your bestie started squealing over the fact that he spoke (language name)… apparently.

jun just winked and you cleared your throat, hanging up quickly.

“what was that?!” you laughed and he just shook his head with a mischievous smile.

he’s such a gremlin >:(

so yeah, expect him to start spilling tea in your native language as an excuse to 1) spend more time w you 2) practice his skills

but as i said he’s??? like?? almost fluent??? his accent is so so adorable too <|\3

he’s so smug abt it as well

like if you ask him, he’ll pretend like he doesn’t know a thing in (language name)

but if he’s abt to bully you (affectionately) he’ll come up with the most creative nicknames known to a humankind

also, if you have siblings… he WILL gossip w them in your mother tongue too 😐

┆彡 SOONYOUNG [ 순영 ]

oh boy.

he’s so so curious to hear you say even one (1) thing in your language

but totally misses it when you actually say some words throughout the day

obviously knows one word: tiger (wow shocking?!!!)

and uses it sm 😭 he has your contact name written as my tiger but my is in korean and tiger in your native language 🥹

he calls you like that often, it’s like a new nickname for you

he may be not so invested into actually learning it but your culture tho!!! esp dancing n music… sigh <\\3

you stepped into your apartment, the weight of this tiring day on your shoulders. as you lazily took off your shoes and put the bag with groceries into the ground you realised something.

the song playing in the background was strangely similar. suddenly it clicked. it was a popular song by an artist from your country! just when you realised, the sound of shoes squeaking against the wooden floor stopped.

“are you dancing to… (song title)?” you breathed out as your boyfriend popped out from behind the corner.

“yeah! i love the vibe of the song!” he grinned and gave you a welcome kiss. after pulling away you could see the gears were turning in his head “could you translate the lyrics?”

as you made your way to the practice room, you hummed the song underneath your breath. and in this moment soonyoung’s heart skipped a beat.

since that moment it’s like a routine that you sing/hum him to sleep some songs in your native language

or just whisper some stories

he’s out like a baby fr

ALSO

a big enjoyer of the soap operas

he’ll binge them with you or alone and be actually invested in the drama

that’s how he also learned curse words ☺️☺️

┆彡 WONWOO [ 원우 ]

oh my precious nonu :((

he adores it sm when you speak your native language

when you’re shy abt it he just has to use all of his willpower to prevent himself from squealing like a teenage girl

will ask you to teach him and it’s just so so soft *screams*

you’ll be laying in bed, in his arms as you read through the textbook and explain the grammar of the sentence given

and he’ll repeat it in tiny 🥹

it’s so so wholesome

but.

you let out a sigh, the grasp on your mouse tightening. wonwoo noticed and let out a chuckle.

“what’s up?” he asked, peeking at your screen.

“the fucking skeleton won’t leave me alone” you grunted in your mother tongue, earning a gasp from him. suddenly the arrow that the minecraft skeleton shot hit you and you fell down from the tree at top of which were you hiding “fuck!”

“baby!” he laughed hysterically, his head thrown back. your eyes widened, realising the curse words

“sorry! why is this stupid block game making me emotional?! ignore me” you scoffed and he just shook his head, smiling proudly at the new knowledge he obtained.

he finds it so endearing when you swear in your native language 😭😭😭

and it’s such a bad habit, especially when you play games together, that he started doing it too???

wonwoo laughs that you’re a bad influence but secretly he loves the way the curses roll of tongue 😭😭

┆彡 JIHOON [ 지훈 ]

you could sneeze and you’re literally inspiring him to write 82837492 songs

so when he heard you talk in (language name) he was just like in another dimension

he’s smiling like an idiot fr his friends thought something was wrong but it was just you <3

uh however he kind of… never saw your handwriting in (language name)

and once you were studying for an important exam and mans had a heart attack

“hey y/nnie have you seen my…?” his voice died out in his throat upon seeing you and your notes. they were all scribbled in a tiny handwriting in some… letters he didn’t fully recognise. you had like five A4 pages of such notes.

jihoon blinked repeatedly, trying to think if he wasn’t in the sun for too long today – his eyes must be playing a trick on him.

“look! im so happy with the outcome, it looks so cute!” you grinned and turned around to see him almost hyperventilating “hoonie?”

“what–“ he frowned, pointing with his finger at one of the pages. what is going on?

“it’s in (language name), dumbass” you scoffed, everything suddenly making sense to him “it helps me understand stuff better”

“oh” he grunted, shifting his gaze to the page with little drawings “what does it say?”

“oh it’s the–“ you started explaining, throwing in some words in your mother tongue subconsciously. he just smiled and listened attentively.

lmao

regarding that, he enjoys just listening to you as you study and whisper some of the words/sentences in your mother tongue!

it really calms him down and usually puts to sleep to <\\\3

oh oh! and when you caress his hair while doing so… ah, he’s so whipped

he has tons of songs that are unreleased… and yes, you guessed correctly, with your consent he used some of your voice memos n all in the background

the songs are so cute :( he’s really proud of them too!! and it’s so sweet that it’s just… for the both of you <3

please leave in his studio some “i love you!” or “have a good day” sticky notes, preferably in (language name) or with translations?! he’ll melt :[

also another one that reaaaally likes the curse words >:T

┆彡 SEOKMIN [ 석민 ]

from the moment he met you he was always curious about your culture n native language but never pushed you to speak it n all

and gradually while dating him you started using it more and he started paying more attention

like he didn’t notice before that the funny sound you do while dropping something is actually cursing! 😀

what’s surprising, he understands a lot – maybe it’s the context or just some magical powers

but sometimes you can communicate like you say something in (language name) and he answers in korean bc he understood

and he’s so so in love with your accent and the way your face lights up when you speak it your mother of tongue

but for the love of god please – somehow – stop speaking it in your sleep, he’s gonna have a heart attack one day 🥰🥰

dokyeom stirred in his sleep, slowly waking up. he wasn’t sure why but suddenly he heard something.

it was definitely something. he sat straightly, narrowing his brows confused. what is that sound? is that a burglar? or…?

he looked over at you. no, you were sleeping peacefully. seokmin looked around the dark room, his heart speeding up. was this a nightmare? or was he just going insane?

then again. no, it must be someone saying something. something that he can’t understand.

then it clicked and he looked at you. your mouth was moving slightly, incoherent (language name) words being spoken.

he scoffed and went back to sleep, pulling you closer.

it took him so much time to get used to that but anyways 🏃‍♀️💨

and he’ll definitely make fun of you for that too (as if he didn’t have a whole ass jumpscare)

he absolutely adores ballads in (language name), it’s like his new obsession

and he tries to sing them, with the cutest accent ever :(

will occasionally twist some words but it’s okay, he’s enjoying himself 🫶

┆彡 MINGYU [ 민규 ]

this dork

he always acknowledged your native language n all but unlike dk he asks u to speak it 24/7

like, you don’t get it: he’s obsessed.

you could insult him in his face in (language name) and he’ll look at you with hearts in his eyes

he wants to learn it, he really does, but it’s just so frustrating when he fails :(

mingyu was sitting at the dinner table, his food long forgotten while he was biting at the end of the pencil. glasses sitting at the bridge of his nose, brows furrowed.

“gyu? you’re still here?” your voice snapped him back to reality, eyes widening. you rubbed your eyes.

“yeah i just don’t get it…” he whined, shoulders slumping “i understand the words but they don’t make a logical sentence in my head”

“baby…” you chuckled softly and stood behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your chin on his shoulder.

he grabbed his food, cold now, and slowly chewed on it as you explained everything.

“because look. this word, what does it mean?” you asked, noticing that he’s eating so you just scoffed and continued “girl, right? but this ending here added means girl’s. and this? old. but those letters here? they make it an adjective, so…?”

“older?” he asked, puppy eyes glaring at you with adoration. you nodded with encouragement and he tried again “so… the girl’s older brother had a dog?”

“yeah! good job baby! now let’s go to sleep, hm? i’m tired” you giggled and pecked his cheek. he nodded proudly.

kisses really motivate him btw >:)

he watches those yt videos of people teaching and giving tips but he loves when you give him private tutoring lessons 🫶

will often cook you some regional dishes in return

generally, he enjoys exploring your national cuisine ^_^

also would love to go to (country name) w you and take some pics…

… or propose there

so just go there w him already! 🙄

┆彡 MINGHAO [ 徐明浩 ]

shut up i want him

you’re each other’s private tour guides 😭

museum dates are such a must, and you’re just talking abt something that impacted a certain artwork (like cultural event in history or something) and he just listens genuinely interested!! and vice versa

loves when you read out loud poetry in your native language :(

started taking lessons?? like one day you woke up and he was just on a zoom call saying something like “my name is minghao” with the cutest smile ever

and you’re like?????

he’s such a fast learner 🥹 hao believes it’s because he truly wants to learn in order to communicate with you 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

but that didn’t prepare you for what was about to come next…

don’t let him near your parents. he WILL gossip with them abt you.

“does she swear a lot?” your mom’s voice reached your ears as you walked into the your apartment, grocery bags in your hands. your parents were visiting you and minghao but…

“like a sailor! no, i’m joking. of course she doesn’t. she does snore a lot, though” your boyfriend giggled and you let out a dramatic gasp.

“hao!” you whined and they both looked at you, not really caring that you’re here now.

“i guess she has that after her father” your mom chuckled and minghao noticed her tea is almost finished, so he poured some more in “oh, you’re such a gentleman”

“it would be a crime if i wasn’t in a presence of such an beautiful lady” he hummed and sent you a playful look. you just rolled your eyes and started unpacking the groceries.

“gentleman my ass” you grunted quietly.

“y/n!” your mom frowned and suddenly you heard someone standing up. in no time minghao hugged you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck

“i just told your mom you don’t swear, honey” he murmured in korean

“well, ass is not a swear word” you pouted. minghao chuckled and helped you unpack the bag.

“you’re right, it’s a part of human body but i am surely more than that” your boyfriend teased and you just nudged his arm, rolling your eyes once again.

i feel like it might take a while but he’ll actually manage to be fluent?

so when you sadly forget a bit of (language name) due to mostly using korean and make a mistake, it’s almost like that mingyu-joshua moment

and hao is the one correcting you 😭

and your just like?? excuse me?? it was just a mispronunciation🙄☝️

but he doesn’t let it go and teases you >:(

┆彡 SEUNGKWAN [ 승관 ]

he straight up asked you one day to teach him some (language name) bc he thought it sounded cute <|3

and you’re like 🥹 yeah 🥹

but uh, he’s not a very patient student and gives up quickly 😭😭

but it’s okay!! he tried n also has a busy schedule so it’s understandable

nevertheless, he still adores when you speak your mother tongue

esp when you call him nicknames sigh

however our lovely boo kind of forgot how the written letters vary from spoken words

“what are you doing?” seugkwan hummed intrigued upon seeing you scribble something on paper. you looked up and met his soft gaze.

“oh, this? this is a crossword! korean ones are still too difficult for me so my friend sent me a couple of those in (language name)” you explained and tapped the paper with the tip of your pencil. he frowned, looking at the letters in brackets

“what the fuck” kwan grunted confused. not only he didn’t recognise some of the letters but it was also the fact that they were going vertically. you scoffed and let out a sudden gasp, filling in a new word. seungkwan watched you amused, how swiftly you wrote down the letters on paper “what is it?”

“it’s umm, a historical reference. a surname of one guy, you know” you hummed. seungkwan sat down next to you and watched you fill the crossword, occasionally translating the questions and words you put in while you explained what they meant and why were they the answer.

in no time this turned into a couple activity: sometimes like this, sometimes he did a korean one and you watched, sometimes you solved them at the same time - him in korean, you in your mother tongue

he learned a lot of words thanks to this

and he has the cutest accent ever like i swear 🥹

seungkwan loves watching soap operas too like he lives for the drama

often repeats (shouts) what the characters are shouting too LMAO

so you’re chilling and suddenly you hear “get out of my house! now!” with his accent

also watches movies n animations in (language name) to learn some new words

he knows all the disney songs in (language) and majority of them he knows by a heart <\3

so you just sometimes blast let it go or under the sea in (language name) and sing along >_<

┆彡 VERNON [ 버논 ]

this menace

he’s so chill about it

secretly loves when you accidentally sneak some words in your language it’s just so adorable

or when you forget a word and try to describe it… n then you give up and say it in (language name) just to see him smile <\\\\3

he decided that he’ll learn some random words??? like for example he just likes how umbrella sounds in (language name) so he just?? learned how to spell and say it

and uses it in random moments too like he’s so goofy <\3

you were casually chatting with his members, a raging discussion about whether mint chocolate ice cream is such a controversial topic in your country as well.

“i wouldn’t say so? people don’t… really care? a lot of people i know like it, actually! a bigger dispute would rather be some casual stuff like, do you sleep in socks or not… or which goes first: cereal or milk” you explained, looking at vernon. you could almost hear gears turning in his head, knowing what’s about to come

“toothpick” he said in (language name) suddenly, causing everyone to look at him confused. you started laughing at how serious he was when he said it; he started laughing too, it was simply contagious.

his friends looked at you completely flabbergasted, not sure what happened.

“i think they officially lost it” minghao mumbled, a smile creeping on his lips as you and vernon laughed like maniacs.

he always finds the most unfunny memes funny, like it could be even a meme from 2015 and he’d laugh

sends them to you too

and surprisingly?? he’s on track with the newest memes in your country like??

will know the most basic phrases too but sometimes mixes them

do you hand him a piece of orange bc he asked you to and then he goes “goodbye”

and you’re like?? 😭

but he tried okay?!

┆彡 CHAN [ 찬 ]

chan is super hyped about hearing you talk in (language name), it just amazes him how easily you switch between languages

but he never asked u to speak to him bc he didn’t want to feel you pressured or something

but whenever at home you just forget a word he loves when you say it in (language name) even if he doesn’t understand shit

or when you’re just so excited and into a convo and you don’t notice that you sneaked a few foreign words :”)

he always repeats them after you quietly ^_^

one day though, he’s just feeling soft and tired and his brain shut off

“y/n… can you say something in (language name)?” chan whispered suddenly, forcing his eyes to open and peek at you. you hummed, pushing some stray strands of hair that fell onto his forehead. laying on your sides but facing each other, chan noticed how your cheeks flushed pink.

“well… you’re not going to understand me anyways but… i love you. so, so much. i’m so grateful to have you in my life, you make me feel at ease. i can’t imagine my life without you…” you hummed and he noticed how your voice broke when you started the next sentence “and it hurts me to see when you put too much pressure on yourself, baby. you think you’re not good enough but to me, your members and your fans… and literally everyone else, you are. you so are, channie…”

he panicked once you teared up, fully awake. chan pulled you closer, calming you down

“i’m sorry” he mumbled, heart breaking at the sound of your sobs. you just scoffed, shaking your head

“don’t apologise, i just love you so much” you mumbled into his shirt and he swore he was about to melt.

i feel like deep down he knew what you meant <\3

anyways,,

if he hears about one (1) event even slightly connected with (country name) he’ll drag you there so you can feel at home for a moment (as if he’s not your home) and also translate some stuff for him

absolutely loves when you call him nicknames in your mother tongue, like

you could call him the goofiest and cheesiest nickname and he’s squealing like a teenage girl

but then he calls you the same or finds some new nicknames on the internet

sometimes to make you laugh or confuse he’ll put a sentence or a question to google translate and it’ll just… translate it so bad

“what do you mean ‘where’s the broccoli dog??’” you frown and he just laughs his ass off bc 1) it mistranslated OR 2) he purposely put some silly stuff to make you puzzled

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[woozinhos]

losing your virginity to seungkwan omg🗣🗣

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*

Seungkwan is sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you intently as you stand in front of him. He pats his lap, signaling for you to come closer. You slowly walk over to him, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through your veins. He pulls you onto his lap, his hands immediately wrapping around your waist to hold you steady.

"Are you nervous?" He asks, his voice soft and soothing. You nod, biting your lip as you look into his eyes. He cups your face with one hand, gently caressing your cheek. "There's no need to be nervous," he reassures you. "I'll take care of you, I promise." He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Just relax and let me do the work, alright?" He says, his lips trailing down to your neck. "I want you to feel comfortable and loved."

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*

Seungkwan has you pinned beneath him on the bed, his body pressed against yours as he thrusts into you relentlessly.

Your whimpers and moans fill the room, the sound driving him crazy with lust. He chuckles as he looks down at you, watching your face contort in pleasure with every thrust. "God, you're being so loud," he says, his voice strained. "You're driving me insane with those pretty little sounds you're making." He leans down to your ear, his hot breath fanning against it as he whispers.

"You're taking me so well," he praises. "Such a good girl for me, letting me hear how good you feel." Seungkwan's possessiveness and dominance increase as he continues to claim you. He growls in your ear, his grip on your hips tightening even more. “You're mine," he says, his voice rough with desire. "Only mine. No one else gets to see you like this, no one else gets to touch you like this." You look up at him, taking in his disheveled appearance and intense gaze. He's completely lost in the moment, his usual calm and collected demeanor replaced with a raw, primal need for you.

He locks eyes with you, his eyes filled with a mix of love and possessiveness. He smirks down at you, clearly enjoying the way you look up at him with a mix of adoration and lust. He thrusts harder and deeper, his smirk turning into a cocky grin as he sees your expression change to one of pure ecstasy. "You're such a good girl, you're doing so well," he says, his praises turning into words of encouragement. "Just a little longer, baby. I know you can take it."

“Seungkwan I think I’m gonna cum I don’t know,” You moan at this new feeling. He leans down and kisses your neck, his lips moving up to your ear again. "I know, sweetheart," he whispers. "You're about to come undone for me, aren't you?" He speeds up his pace, determined to make you reach your peak.

"Come on, let go for me," he urges. "I want to feel you come around me." As you reach your peak, a completely new feeling washes over you. It's like nothing you've ever experienced before, and it leaves you shaking and trembling beneath Seungkwan. Seungkwan pulls out and lets out a guttural moan as he cums on your stomach, his release coating your skin.

He looks down at the mess he's made, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. He gently wipes the sweat from your forehead, his expression filled with concern. “Are you okay, baby?" He asks, his voice soft and filled with care. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" You smile up at him, still trying to recover from the intense orgasm.

"I'm fine," you manage to say between breaths. "You were perfect."

[kiestrokes]

Day 18: Boo Seungkwan | NSFW

▸ Idol: Boo Seungkwan of SVT ▸ Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. ▸ Genre: active WIP, smut adjacent, friends to ??? ▸ Vibe: Friend Boo, you accidentally walk in on him “punishing” his sub. When you question Boo he says it’s easier to keep his sex life scheduled and private. But you’re curious and snoop around to locate a dom party that is to educate and invite new subs/doms. Where you end up watching Boo demonstrate punishment without pleasure to the audience and are shocked how turned on you are by it. ▸ Warnings: language, sex party.

Sexually Explicit Content: public sex, it’s a sex party, proper dom/sub dynamics and community, fully consented punishment, biting, spanking (ass/thighs/vagina), sexual tension.

🗝️ Note: Has not beta-ed by me or anyone else. THIS IS A WIP! (it is wipmas) It is not complete; this is very much a rough outline/first run through. This was written as a kind of joke that turned out hot (?) for @minisugakoobies

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

「 25 Hours: Hard, Soft and WIP-mas Masterlist 」

Another dom tries to take you, telling you that good subs listen when told what to do. Boo steps in, gesturing to your pin that marks you as an interested in subbing party, not a seasoned one. Then proceeds to drag you off to a private room.

“Hey that's not fair!”

“She’s my noona, I’m not going to fuck her,” Boo snaps back.

Once in the room he rounds on you, “What are you doing here?”

“You wouldn’t tell me anything, so I had to look into it myself.”

“That was a boundary.”

“I wasn’t coming onto you Kwan.”

He’s heated, sending you his quiet glare.

“What?” You tilt your head in confusion.

“I want to punish you.”

You flush, gaze dropping from his to focus on the toes of your shoes peeking out from under your gown.

“What did you think of the show?”

You shrug, still not meeting his eyes, trying to play off disinterest. Which really doesn’t work in this situation, since you did hunt down the party and hassle for an invite.

“Your nipples are hard; I can see them through your dress.”

You stutter a gasp and cross your arms across your chest.

“A little late for that now.”

Seungkwan tugs you to him, soothing hand stroking your hair back from your face, a task he’s done a thousand times, comforting you through break ups and failed job interviews. His other hand moves from your bicep, smoothing down the back of your ribs to rest firmly on the sole of your back, locking you to him.

“I liked it okay?” You conceded, Seungkwan raises his eyebrows at your glare.

“What did you like?”

You flatten your hands on his stomach, giving up and pushing him off.

“Being forced to submit.” You huff.

“Mm?” Seungkwan knows there is more.

You stare at your hands, “how aroused it made you.”

“Ah there it is.”

Your head snaps up, Seungkwan looks at you knowingly with a soft smile on his lips.

“You’re a brat, I’ve always known that.”

“Hey!”

Boo turns away suddenly, sitting on the edge of the bed, he tugs you by your wrist to stand between his knees.

“A true sub is turned on by their doms punishment, knowing that it arouses them and the trust that they are under your control and will not hurt you.”

Your mind blanks at this sight of your younger friend in front of you, silk shirt unbuttoned, legs sprawled lazily open, reclined back on one hand, his eyes focused on his thumb drawing circles on the top of your hand.

“Kwannie.” You don’t mean for it to come out as whine.

He looks up at you, “on your knees.”

You oblige immediately, shakily, hands braced on his thighs as you sink to the floor.

“Hands to yourself.” You jerk your hands from him.

He leans forward, elbows on his knees, “are you consenting to receiving punishment?”

You nod.

His lips skim your ear, “I need you to verbally say that you’re open to receiving punishment, noona.”

“I am open to receiving punishment.”

He sits back, “this is strictly punishment, I will not be fucking you, you haven’t earned it.”

Your cheeks flame and the implications, you would have never expected either option from Seungkwan. Boo stands, moving behind you as the thoughts of him fucking you race behind your eyes so quickly that you cannot stop them.

Seungkwan’s hand slips to your jaw, titling your head back to look up at him.

“Basic traffic light system for safe words; green is good for more, yellow is for less or you need to pause, red is a hard stop, we end it.”

You nod.

“Verbally say that you understand.”

“I understand Kwannie.”

He noticeably swallows at the nickname, hitting different with you in this current position.

“Stand up.”

You comply and his hands move to undo your dress, “Wearing something I bought you, as if I wouldn’t notice.”

You bite your cheek in embarrassment as your dress pools at your feet, leaving you before Seungkwan braless and in your high waisted cheeky panties.

“Lay on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor, ass up.”

You comply.

“Starting you off with the basics, hand spanking.”

His hand circles your right cheek and you stiffen.

He stops, “Relax.”

His other hand strokes the small of your back.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

He strikes your right cheek, and you press your forehead into the satin sheets of the bed.

“Would you like more?”

“Yes.”

He hits the other cheek and keeps increasing each alternating hit until a moan slips out of your mouth and Seungkwan releases a ragged sigh.

“Had me worried you weren’t enjoying yourself.”

Boo presses up your body, his erection notching right into your tailbone in a way that has your pressing your thighs together.

“I think we aren’t quite done yet.”

Boo is suddenly gone.

“Come here.”

You turn to see him reclined in the middle of the couch, you make your way to him, and he wastes no time arranging you. You're draped across his lap, one knee deliberately between your legs so that your pussy is pressed firmly against his thigh.

You gasp when he locks your leg in with his calf and try to squirm away.

“Stop. I want you just like this, if you’re ready to go again?”

“Yes.”

He slaps you hard right in the lower divide of your cheeks, jostling your hips against his thigh. You moan, and he does it again, this time your drag your hips against his leg and he freezes.

“None of that.”

Seungkwan bows over you to bite your right cheek, and you shudder.

“Oh? You like that?”

Seungkwan releases his hold on your leg and spins you around so that you're on all fours, knees are braced on either side of his shoulders up the back of the couch, your hands pressing into his knees. He starts biting hard across once cheek, sucking the flesh until its nearly purple, you shake with effort not to thrust back into his face, when his breath skims your cunt through the damp fabric of your panties you fold down, resting your head on your forearms in the bridge you built between his knees.

“What color are you?”

“Green,” you gasp, feeling his erection pressing into your sternum.

He sets to marking up the other cheek and your fingers tighten into the material of his pants anchoring yourself from rocking your hips. Boo sits back once your cheeks are completely bitten and you try your best not to squirm, knowing he has a direct line of sight right to your cunt.

“I’m not going to fuck you.” Seungkwan repeats again, to himself.

He hoists you up, to lay back against his chest and you gasp, your ass stinging at the contact of his rougher pants.

“Open your legs.” You comply, dropping them across each of his thighs. He slaps your inner thigh, and you jolt.

“Color?”

His breath kisses your earlobe, causing goosebumps to errupt across your chest, nipples peaking painfully.

“Green.”

He strikes the other thigh, he has his other hand bracing your stomach, applying the slightest pressure as he continues alternating strikes until you’re panting, and he slaps your cunt causing you to cry out and bow forward.

“Color?”

“Green.” You cry.

Seungkwan’s breathing is heavy as his hand over your stomach braces between your breasts to lie you back on his chest. He delivers a hit to each thigh and then your cunt, your hips roll at the sensation.

“Don’t come.”

He slaps you again and you both groan.

“One more,” Boo’s voice sounds raw and he strikes hard, directly across the clit and you both groan, your body shaking as your core clenches around nothing.

His hand lingers, massaging you for the smallest amount of time before it's gone.

“Good job, noona.”

Boo kisses your cheek, “stand up.”

You shakily comply and Boo clothes you, you catch sight of his dark pants marked up with your drying arousal and look away quickly.

“You make a mess,” he laughs softly, affectionately.

Once your dress is secure, Boo tucks you into his side, “come on, the punishment is over.”

You leave and Boo makes a quick stop at the store to get you some supplies for the marks. He walks you up to your door like always.

“Hey Kwan?”

He turns back with a raised brow in silent questioning. “Thank you.”

He nods.

You get yourself off in the shower as you’re cleaning yourself up. But it isn’t enough, you want Seungkwan to be fucking you, not your cold suctioned to the wall dildo.

You get out of the shower with a text thread full of instructions on what to do with each item he bought you and for any specific pain, followed by a normal good night text.

© COPYRIGHT 2021 - 2024 by kiestrokes  All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations.

[nerdycheol]

congratulations on your milestone!!

for your event, can I request Seungkwan (happy birthday baby!) with this prompt "Don’t be shy. You can tell me what you’ve been thinking."

it can be sfw or nsfw. Have fun!!

Thank you for this ask, I had so much fun writing it, especially because it’s such a special day for him🧡. Here is your request-

pairing: boo seungkwan x gn! reader

wc: 524 words

Seungkwan frowned as he glanced at the clock for the fifth time that morning. It was already 8 AM, and you hadn't said a word about his birthday.

“Babe,” he called out, his voice a little hesitant as you hummed from the kitchen, clearly preoccupied. “Did you check the date today?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. January 16th, right?” you replied casually, not even sparing him a glance as you poured your coffee.

Seungkwan’s frown deepened. That’s it? “And... nothing comes to mind?” he pressed, hopeful.

You paused, furrowing your brows like you were trying to remember something, before shaking your head. “Nope, why? Did we have plans today?”

He opened his mouth to reply, but the disappointment was too heavy. With a dramatic sigh, he grabbed his bag and muttered, “Never mind. I’ll see you tonight.”

The pout on his face as he closed the door behind him tugged at your heart, but you couldn’t help the small smile that spread across your face.

//

By the time Seungkwan returned home that evening, his earlier disappointment had solidified into quiet acceptance. He stepped inside, toeing off his shoes when—

“Surprise!” you called out, emerging from behind a table adorned with balloons, a cake, and fairy lights illuminating the room.

His jaw dropped. “You… remembered?”

“Of course I did!” you grinned, walking up to him with the cake in your hands. “How could I forget such an important day? It’s the day the universe decided to create you… just so you could meet me.”

Seungkwan blinked, his pout melting into a soft laugh as he took the cake from your hands and placed it on the table. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Make a wish,” you prompted, holding his hand as he leaned over to blow out the candles.

“Done,” he said softly, pulling you into a hug, his arms wrapping securely around your waist. “Thank you, baby. This means so much to me.”

You smiled into his chest before pulling back. “Wait, I’m not done yet.”

His eyes widened as you disappeared into the bedroom, returning moments later with a small, carefully wrapped box. “Here, Happy birthday baby!!” you said, handing it to him.

Seungkwan unwrapped it quickly, revealing a sleek silver bracelet with tiny engraved charms: a microphone for his passion for singing, a small tangerine for the time you spent picking them together on a sunny weekend, a plane to represent your first trip to jeju as a couple, and a heart with your initials entwined. Each charm told a story, a little piece of your journey together, making it a tangible reminder of the love and memories you shared.

“Do you like it?” you asked, watching as his fingers traced the charms.

“Like it? I love it,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “This is the most thoughtful gift ever.”

You leaned up, cupping his face in your hands as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He smiled against your mouth, deepening the kiss just a little before pulling back.

“Best birthday ever,” he murmured, resting his forehead against yours.

“You’re welcome,” you whispered, grinning. “Now let’s eat that cake before you cry.”

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Kinktober '23: Bondage | Boo Seungkwan

Pairing: Camboy!Boo Seungkwan x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), roommates to lovers, Camboy AU

Summary: Seungkwan is a camboy and after months of trying, he invites you, his best friend, to help him spice up one of his streams

WC: 5.8k

Warnings: Pet names (pretty girl, pretty, baby), fingering, unprotected sex (be smart), light bondage, some voyeurism and exhibitionism aspects, prominent sub space, spanking, multiple orgasms (fem receiving), Seungkwan is such a soft dom in this but he doesn't take any shit

A/N: Yall I know it's been a long time but I refuse to give up and honestly?? I kinda ate with this one. If you like it, please check out my commission and donation links, drop a comment or a reblog, it would be appreciated!

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Living with Seungkwan was nice. He had friends over sometimes, and they could get a little loud sometimes, but they were always polite towards you, and they really did try not to cause problems for you. Seungkwan himself was a good friend, someone you knew you could rely on to handle the grocery trips when you were busy, or to keep the dishes done up. He was a shoulder you could lean on, which might have something to do with the two of you meeting during what was, objectively speaking, your worst year of college.

Maybe the best thing about Seungkwan was that no matter how much he would tease you, he never judged your decisions, and you never judged his. It was easy for the two of you to mind your own business. So it was a bit of a surprise when he came bursting into your room after a couple sharp knocks. He didn’t wait for an answer, and you were grateful that you were actually wearing pants this time.

“Hey, quick question. Are you busy tomorrow night?” He asked. You looked up at where he was standing just inside your doorway.

“Hello to you too, Kwannie,” You said, sitting up in bed and stretching your arms over your head. You didn’t catch the way his eyes flicked down to the sliver of your stomach that exposed itself. “You should really learn to knock. I could have been busy. Or, like, changing or something.”

“Y/N,” He whined, jutting out his bottom lip into a dramatic pout. You whined back before huffing.

“Relax, relax. I’m sorry. No, I’m not doing anything tomorrow night. Why?”

He moved to flop onto the end of your bed.

“Okay, so you know how I do streams, right?” He asked. You nodded, remembering how awkward the conversation had been when he’d explained it, how nervous he was to tell you that he had a side hustle as a camboy. You, however, hadn’t thought anything much about it, which you could tell helped ease his mind. It never mattered to you what he did in his free time, especially when his pocket money bought you little treats from everywhere he went. Besides, anyone as hot as Seungkwan would be a fool not to profit off of their looks in one way or another.

“Mhm,” You hardly looked up from your phone, just enough to urge him to continue talking.

“So…I had an idea for how to change it up this week but I need help.” He said. That had you putting your phone down. What exactly was he asking of you?

“Look, if we’re going to a sex store, you’re paying.” You said. You watched a faded pink crawl up his neck, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“I wasn’t gonna suggest that. I think I have everything I need for now. It’s just a weird request, so you can’t freak out on me. I’m warning you!”

“Consider me warned,” You motioned for him to carry on.

“Would you want to join me for the stream? Like…let me touch you or whatever?”

You lost any semblance of coherent thoughts at his question. Sure, you knew that Seungkwan masturbated for strangers on the internet, and you knew he’d offhandedly mentioned how people would be interested in seeing him with a partner, but you knew he’d never wanted to share something like that with anyone he didn’t trust inside and out. More than freaking you out, the invitation flattered you (and maybe sparked a heat low in your stomach). He trusted you enough to invite you into his most vulnerable space.

Unfortunately, your silence on the matter did nothing but make him nervous.

“You can just say no, I’m not gonna be mad.” He said, moving to get up. You frowned, reaching to catch his hand and stop him before he got too far.

“I wasn’t gonna say no. I was just thinking is all.” You said with a shrug. “I know you wanna make your undying fans happy, but I don’t want you to bring me into this unless it’s something you’re absolutely sure about.”

Your sincerity seemed to catch him off guard, but he shook it quickly except for the curling warmth rising in his chest.

‘I wouldn’t have asked you if I wasn’t sure. I’ve been meaning to ask you for a couple months. Didn’t know how to without making it…weird.”

“It’s us, Kwan, aren’t things always weird?” You teased him. You watched the way the tension washed out of him, the way his shoulders relaxed, and you found yourself relaxing with him.

A little over twenty-four hours had passed when you found yourself stepping into Seungkwan’s bedroom. It was odd, and the nerves were beginning to settle in your stomach. It’s not like you were some fresh and pure virgin, and if there was anyone that you trusted to fuck you on camera in front of dozens - if not hundreds - of people, it was Seungkwan. But now you were about to have your entire body on display, about to hand over the reins and let him do as he saw fit for the people watching him. The people watching you.

“You can make yourself comfortable,” He said, motioning towards his bed. You’d been inside his room plenty of times, and maybe you’d taken a peek at his streams once or twice, just to see what exactly it was he did, but this felt different. You knew what this room looked like from almost every angle, but seeing it like this in person and not through the tiny screen of your phone was new. The purple LED lights set the mood, washing his room in a cool glow that made the entire place feel like it was moving in slow motion.

You perched on the end of his bed, watching the ease with which he moved around, the confidence in his stride. It wasn’t unfamiliar, this version of him where he took up space and commanded a room, but the context added something in it that sent ripples through the pool of arousal settling into your stomach. He sat in his desk chair, adjusting his set up and bobbing his head to the quiet music that he had playing in the background. You admired the way that the dim lighting washed over him, casting shadows against his already stunning features and making him that much harder to look away from.

“Did you hear me?” He asked. You blinked the lust out of your eyes and gave him an apologetic smile instead of an answer. “If you’re nervous you can say so. We don’t have to do this.”

He could see through you without even trying. Damn him and his observant nature.

“I’m fine, seriously. I want to do this with you. New experiences or whatever, right?” You rolled your neck in a slow circle, letting your shoulders lift up and drop back, stretching the nerves out of your muscles and forcing yourself to relax. This wasn’t you, you weren’t generally so uptight. “What was it you were saying?”

“The set up over here will have the stream on it. If you’re worried about what people will see, you can check it on this one.” He nodded towards one of the screens in question, then pointed to the next one. “That one will have the chat on it.”

You nodded along, listening to him explain the set up and showing you what the viewers would see, it was exactly what you’d expected it to be, nothing too intimidating. Still, you were grateful for his explanations and reassurance.

“And you’re just gonna…fuck me?” You asked, not entirely sure what to expect. You’d discussed your limits, established a safeword for if you needed out. You’d talked about what you were into, what you’d never tried before, going to extents that made you squirm. By this point, you were pretty sure that Seungkwan knew your sexual preferences better than any partner you’d ever had in the past.

Seungkwan laughed, and the sound seemed into your bones, washing away the last of your worries. That was your Seungkwan, you were safe in his hands.

“Not right away. Gonna talk to the chat, touch you, get everyone all worked up. You don’t have to say anything, just follow my lead. Listen to my voice. Let me make you feel good. The teasing is half the fun, it’s the part they always like the most.”

He was speaking so casually, but the certainty in his voice was doing something to you. You nodded, trying to picture how things were going to happen. Where would he touch you? Would he be able to find all the places that made you squirm or would he be too preoccupied with his chit-chat?

“Then I’ll do what we talked about. Play with you, make sure you feel good. It really is about you this time around.”

This time around. It implied he’d bring you back, put on another show with you, maybe a bit more selfishly. One that was about him next time. You remembered how he’d explained that his fans wanted to see how he’d take care of a partner, presumably to imagine it was them. That was fine by you, and if you held a little piece of something special with Seungkwan, well, that was nobody’s business but your own.

He went through the process of getting the stream ready, and you say quietly, watching him slip into his element. It reminded you of when he’d host get-togethers for your friends, how careful he was to make sure that everything was perfect so nobody had to worry about a thing. You wondered if he’d do the same thing when he was playing with you.

“Camera on in one minute.” He said, moving so he was propped against his pillows, guiding you to sit between his legs. You did as he said, pressing your back to his front and leaning your head back into his shoulder, nervous eyes trained on the screen where the two of you were sitting. It gave a perfect view of the two of you, his arms wrapped around you, hands settling against your lower stomach, and his fingers tracing against the waistband of your pants.

The viewers started rolling in just after the stream started, dedicated viewers who expected him just like clockwork. They greeted him with nothing but adoration and excitement, and Seungkwan greeted them back, calling some of them by name and thanking them for their tips on the last steam, insisting that he’d put on a good show again, that he’d work hard to meet their standards.

You really weren’t paying too much attention to what he was saying, just listening to that smooth cadence of his voice and feeling the way his hands brushed down over your exposed thighs, thumbs tracing the line of the shorts you’d put on for this. His hands were warm and smooth, kneading at the flesh of your thighs and dragging his dull nails against the insides of them. You wondered if he noticed the way your body was melting into him with each pass of his palms against your skin.

After several minutes of focusing on nothing but the heat thrumming in your stomach, you found yourself fighting the urge to wiggle, and then he was riding his hands higher, stroking up your sies and pushing your shirt out of the way so that he could slip underneath, caressing your sids, along your stomach, swirling shapes that blended in with the dips of his voice as he spoke to the camera.

You’d very nearly forgotten the viewers, so focused in on the way that Seungkwan was familiarizing himself with your body. Nobody had ever taken this much time to touch you without even taking off your shirt. You had a fleeting thought that maybe you’d have to worry about that eventually, about him being able to take you apart and put you back together better than anyone else you knew. That thought, however, slipped through your fingers when his hands moved up to cup your breasts over your bra. The touch made your back arch involuntarily, chasing more pressure, more skin on skin contact, more anything because that simply wasn’t cutting it.

He laughed, voice swirling in your head and fogging it up enough that you didn’t even have time to be insecure when he pulled your shirt off and cast it aside. You opened your eyes, the glaring image of the two of you catching your attention, and the red light staring back at your nearly bare torso. You chewed on your lip, and Seungkwan dipped closer so that the mic wouldn’t pick up his voice.

“Are you okay?” He asked. You nodded slowly, and his lips ghosted over the weak spot just below your ear. Your breath hitched when he flicked his tongue over it, waiting until your muscles gave out on you to suckle on it, drawing the tiniest whine from you. Then he huffed out a chuckle against the shell of your ear. “Good. I’m not done with you yet.”

His voice was dark, heady, and you were spinning in the abyss of it. The room felt like it was tilting at an odd angle, your stomach flip flopping and your body being held up only by the arm he had wrapped around you again, keeping you steady against him while he teased the curve of your cleavage above your bra.

“Yeah, she’s never been on camera before,” He said, voice no longer aimed towards you, but back at the audience that was becoming more and more antsy to have his attention back. You remembered then that people were watching you, watching the way that the slightest touch from him had you pressing your thighs together for a sliver of friction. “I know, she’s so pretty, isn’t she?”

A warmth crept into your cheeks at the easy praise, words spilling out as if you weren’t even there. It shouldn’t have turned you on the way that it did, but you couldn’t deny the wetness dampening your panties as his fingers dipped under the cups of your bra, tugging them down slowly enough for you to stop him if you wanted. You didn’t want to. So he pulled the fabric down under your breasts and let his hands idly knead at them. He wasn’t chasing your pleasure the way that you were, just taking his time touching you as his eyes scanned the chat screen. The praise, the requests for him to strip with you, the ones asking to see more of you.

You didn't notice it in your state, so focused on his touch that you weren’t even looking at him on the screen, but a sort of heated jealousy flickered across his face. He didn’t mind sharing you with his audience, that’s what had gotten you into his bed in the first place, but he didn’t like the idea of letting them take over, letting them make you feel good instead while he just followed their orders.

His fingers got harsher, brushing against your nipples before pinching them between his fingertips and rolling them. You whined, back arching to ease some of the sharp pain, and he bit back a devastated sound at how pretty you sounded. For him.

His eyes returned to the screen, reading the comments as they rushed by, thanking people for the tips rolling in as he continued to pinch and tweak your sensitive buds. He tugged and twisted, flicked at them until you were nearly panting, legs desperately pressing together as if that would make you less of a worked up mess.

“Stay still,” He mumbled sharply, easing up on his torment and instead kneading your breasts in large, warm palms as if to soothe the sting of arousal that he’d caused.

He continued like that, hands suddenly gentle and much more patient than you could stand. You whimpered after a few moments of his attention straying front ou, your hand finding his wrist and guiding it with feather light touches towards the waistband of your shorts. He laughed.

“Need something, baby?” He asked. The name was new, and it only sent your mind spiraling further into depraved desperation.

“Need you. Please?” You said, and it was quiet enough that you weren’t even sure if it could be heard through the stream. The only reassurance that your begging was noticed was the influx of pinging as more and more money rolled in.

“Need me? Im right here, pretty girl. What could you need?” He taunted, and you huffed.

“Need you to touch me. Wanna cum,” You said, the world around you fading out completely as you gave him exactly what he was looking for. He seemed satisfied, nudging you to sit up straighter so that he could pull his shirt off and discard it. Then he was pulling you back, pressing your bare skin to his, radiating warmth that had you melting, your skin burning with want, and need, and pure molten lava at that point.

Once you were settled back, he pushed your shorts out of his way, guiding them down your soft thighs so you could kick them off, leaving you just in the flimsiest, cutest pair of panties that you owned. The scrap of fabric barely covered you to begin with, and it was nearly transparent with your wetness, stuck to your folds. Seungkwan reached down, hooking your legs over his so he could hold you open for everyone to see, his fingers tracing your exposed thighs and leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

You tried not to fold the moment you got his attention, you really did, but it was easier said than down when his touch skirted along the edge of your panties, so horribly close to your pussy that it made your hips back and your voice come out as a trembling whimper.

“Can you guys see how wet she is?” He asked, his voice dripping pure charm that only served to make your hold leak a little more. Then his fingers were pressing your panties against you, dragging them against your slicked clit in slow, torturous circles. You nearly sobbed, eyes opening to look up at him. The face that he looked breathtaking even from this angle was cruel, downright killer.

“She’s soaked already. You know, I knew she’d like being watched but I think she likes it almost as much as I do,” He laughed, and you huffed in protest, but he didn’t stop his touch regardless. “How many times do you think we can make her cum? Two? Three?”

You couldn’t bite your tongue this time, a scoff slipping out as your frustration built enough to sting between your thighs.

“Haven’t even proved you could make me cum once. How could they know how many times? Maybe one of them should just fuck me instead. Bet they’d be nice to me.” You snapped. You realized your mistake the moment you spoke. Seungkwan’s fingers stilled, his other hand coming up to grasp at your waist, tugging you hard enough that you couldn’t even consider not giving in. He guided you to flip over, settling you over his lap.

“Is that how you talk to me?” He asked, tugging your panties down to expose the curve of your ass to the cool air of his room. You shook your head harshly, trying to mumble out apologies, but only managing a series of pouty whines and please that he didn’t seem interested in listening to. “I didn’t fucking think so. I know you have manners, let’s make sure you use them next time.”

His hand came down, harsh and stinging against one side of your ass, your hips jolting and scrambling to escape the pain. He pulled them back into place, kneading your ass cheek beneath his palm.

“What do you say?” He asked. You buried your face in your arm, turning just enough to peek at him out of the corner of your eye.

“I’m sorry, baby, please,” You whimpered. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Oh, you promise?” He taunted. You didn’t have a chance to answer before he was spanking you again. This time it was less hard, but followed by two more just as quickly. You yelped, kicking your feet up helplessly to try and protect your backside. He just pushed them down, taking a moment to rub at the abused flesh before giving you one more. You sniffled, though there weren’t any tears, just a pathetic thrum of humiliation and arousal washing over you.

“I’m sorry,” You mumbled, nuzzling into his thigh and leaving a soft kiss there as if it would take away from your misbehavior.

“Thank you pretty girl. Did so well for me.” He praised, tipping your head up and leaning down to kiss you. The feeling took you by surprise, the softness of his lips against yours wasn’t something that had gone unimagined, but it was better in real life, and so vastly opposite his harsh discipline from moments before. Nevertheless, it was chaste, and his eyes were still dark when he pulled away.

“I think you deserve a reward for being so good. Used your manners and everything.” He brushed his fingers down the curve of your jaw, gentle and adoring, then his eyes flicked up towards the camera. “What do you think? Is it time for a reward?”

His voice was sweet, and you wiggled your hips, half hoping that it would sway the viewers to your side and coax him into making you cum. Your pussy was throbbing with the need to be touched, to be spread open and stretched out, and the feeling was beginning to become uncomfortable.

He hummed, not speaking as he read the comments, just carefully focusing on the scroll of words that you weren’t in the headspace to make out. Then he was knocking your thighs apart, keeping you laid out there over his lap, and sliding his fingers down to your needy cunt. He spread your wetness along your lower lips, coating his skin in it before stopping to flick them harshly along your clit, back and forth at such a pace that you wanted to close your thighs. The only thing keeping them open was his forearm laid against one of them and the awkward position that he had you laid in.

You bit back a desperate whine as your orgasm crashed into you surprisingly fast, your body writhing in his lap as he continued to work you through it, rubbing fast circles against your clit and leaving your walls to clench and flutter, unsatisfyingly empty. The orgasm did nothing but make you more desperate for him.

“Please,” You whined as you came down from it, need burning hot and heavy in your lower stomach. He smiled, using his clean hand to stroke your hair away from your face. “Wanna feel you inside,”

He groaned, although it was nearly closer to a whine, wordlessly complaining about your impatience, and the effect it was having on him, and how it was no doubt ruining his carefully thought out plans for the stream. He pouted, bottom lip jutting out at the camera as he read the influx of comments.

“Aish,” He hissed under his breath. “Whose side are you on, anyway?”

You processed that he was talking to his viewers as he maneuvered you off of his lap so he could stand up. The bulge in his pants was obvious, the outline of his cock showing against the soft fabric. He didn’t do anything about it though, pulling you carefully to sit up instead, your back turned to the camera and you perched up on your knees. He pulled a spool of dark blue rope from his bedside drawer, moving your arms behind your back and carefully wrapping your wrists, trying your forearms together and giving them a tug. You hummed out a sound at the feeling, the slightest strain tugging in your shoulders and the rope rubbing against your arms leaving you with even more lava rushing through your veins.

He tipped your head up, making you look at him and silently questioning if you were comfortable enough. You nodded ever so slightly, looking up at your roommate with the widest lust blown eyes as if that would make him speed this whole ordeal up. You knew better though, knew he wouldn’t go easy on you. Especially not when you had an entire crowd to entertain.

“Needy little whore. Cute,” He hummed, pulling you around so that your back was facing him, your profiles to the camera. He pulled you back by your upper arm, catching you steadily against his chest when your balance gave way to his force. He reached around you, turning your chin up to catch your lips in a fast, messy kiss. It was all tongue, and saliva, and the taste of him as he practically devoured your mouth.

His hands roamed down your front, tracing your curves, down your stomach, before finally finding their way to your dripping core. He pulled your legs open wider, not caring about the little whimper that you let out in response to losing your balance again. After all, he had no intentions of letting you fall, and maybe you had a habit of forgetting how strong he was until he was keeping you upright with a single arm around you.

Two of his fingers slid through your folds, spreading them open for a third to tease against your hungry hole, sliding in slowly before sliding right back out and continuing to tease you. You were too breathless to complain, his lips leaving yours and dripping wet kisses down your neck and shoulder, then back up again, nipping at your earlobe before sucking what you were sure would be a very bold mark at the crook of your neck.

Then two of his fingers were filling you up, and your body threatened to fall forward, your legs trying to snap shut around his hand but in no position to do so. So instead he continued working you open, fingers fucking into you with the lewdest sound, pushing your wetness out and letting it run down his hand as he worked you open for him. You could feel his impatience in the way that he worked a third finger inside along with the first two, the sting earning a broken moan from you. It didn’t last, turning into a burning need for more, more, more. That’s all you could think about, greedy little whore. Just for him.

It took you a considerable moment to realize that he was the one whispering those words to you as he stuffed you full of his fingers, your mind getting lost somewhere along the way and focusing entirely on the sound of his voice, and the feeling of his bare chest pressed to your back, and your arms trapped between the two of you, and the beads of sweat slipping down your collarbone. You swore you could feel everything all at once and process none of it at all.

When he pulled his fingers out of you, you let out what could only be called a sob of devastation, and he laughed, easing you down so your weight was resting on your front, balanced carefully on your shoulder with your cheek pressed into the bed. You looked over at him as best as you could, watching him shuck off his pants and underwear so the both of you were completely naked. You could only just see the way his hand wrapped around his cock, fingers smearing your slick arousal onto his length as he tugged it slowly. He looked so pretty, the softly sculpted muscles of his stomach tensing, his chest rising and falling with each breath as he tried to get himself impossibly harder. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel his eyes fixated on the clenching of your pussy, the way you were leaking all over your thighs for him.

“Baby, please fuck me. Been waiting for so long, just…please.” You huffed, wiggling your hips back towards him, and you caught a momentary glimpse of his eyes clouding over as he watched you. His free hand came to knead one of your ass cheeks, spreading you open and taking in the way your hole was begging for him. He cursed under his breath, muttering something to the camera that you didn’t hear – and, quite frankly, didn’t give a shit about.

“Alright, pretty, just hold tight.”

Seungkwan guided his cock to tap against your folds a few times, then pressing into you slowly, inch by agonizing inch. He wasn’t terribly long, but he was thick enough that it brought the sting of tears as he filled you up. Your hands grasped at the air, not entirely able to grab anything but each other, which you did. Your back ached, burying your face deeper into his bedding to try and muffle the fucked out cry that left your lips as his cock dragged the length of your g-spot. Your stomach flipped and tightened as his hips stilled, pressed harshly against your ass. His hands were gripping your hips like a lifeline, surely leaving bruises in the shape of his fingertips, pulling you back into him so he could hit just a little deeper inside of you.

You weren’t given an opportunity to find words before he was puling out of you and sliding home again, harder this time, a little faster, until his pace was set and his hips were meeting yours hard enough that you just knew your ass was turning pink. The only sounds in the room were the slick slide of his cock inside of you, the skin on skin of his hips meeting your backside, and the downright shattered moans that you were letting out with each of his thrusts, the sound stunted and jumpy as he fucked you dumb.

Seungkwan grabbed your bound arms, pulling you up onto your knees and using your shoulder as leverage to drag you back into him. Your entire body shuddered at the new angle, head dropping forward and mouth hanging open as drool pooled at the corner of your lips. Somehow, despite knowing what it was he did, it had never occurred to you that maybe Seungkwan was an absolute sex god.

The hand on your shoulder slipped around, fingers splaying prettily against your throat, not choking you but simply letting you know that he was there, that he could, and you groaned a string of curses as you lost all sense of space and time. The only thing that existed was him, his body, the way it was connecting with yours. Just the two of you and the breathless grunts that he let out against your neck.

“Gonna cum,” You warned him, your fingers managing to drag against his stomach as he fucked into you, and the next thing you knew your vision was bursting with white, and Seungkwan was growling as you came around him, squeezing him so tight that he could hardly even fuck you through it.

Your ears were ringing, and it felt a little like you were on a boat when he laid you down on your front again, pulling out to shoot his load onto the insides of your thighs, marking your skin with his seed and stroking himself through it. He was panting then, the first thing that you could process, and you listened to that sound alone, ignoring the slightly off putting feeling of his cum running down your legs. You just nuzzled deeper into his blankets, finally processing that he’d laid you down.

You faintly heard him say his goodbyes, thanking everyone for their gifts and promising to bring you back again soon if you were interested. It registered slowly that you’d been streaming with him that entire time, that you’d experienced the most earth shattering orgasm of your life in front of who knows how many people. But it didn’t matter, you couldn’t care. Not when he sat down beside you, the camera off, and reached down to stroke your hair away from your sweat-dampened face. You blinked up at him, a sleepy smile curling onto your face.

“How do you feel, pretty thing?” He asked, carefully freeing your arms and rolling you to lay on his back. He took his time to massage each arm from wrist to shoulder and back again, making sure that your circulation was okay, mostly since he was pretty well convinced that you wouldn’t have noticed it if you lost feeling in them completely.

“Good. Really good,” You told him, eyes heavy again, so you gave in and closed them.

“Good, I’m glad. You did so well, let me take such good care of you. But you gotta stay with me while I get you cleaned up, okay? You can do that right? Just stay with Kwannie,”

You hummed, your heart skipping in your chest. Kwannie, your Kwannie. You curled closer to him, cheek pressed against his still bare thigh, and he chuckled, reaching down to brush your cheek.

“Can you stay here while I go get a towel to clean you up? Then you can nap and we’ll shower later.”

You nodded thoughtlessly, and he took that as his sign to get up. When he did, however, you reached out to grab his wrist, and he turned as fast as humanly possible to look at you, eyes clouded over with worry.

“Are you gonna nap with me?” You asked, voice so tiny and heavy with sleep that he swore his heart might melt.

“Yeah pretty, I’ll sleep too. Just let me clean us up, okay?” He asked, leaning down to kiss your forehead, and you nodded obediently, not even trying to move a muscle and settle under the blankets. He disappeared from his room for a moment, grabbing a wet cloth and cleaning himself. A few minutes later he returned, finding you sound asleep, his pillow pulled up against your chest and your face squished into it.

Seungkwan looked at you, naked and surely chilly in his bed, but so entirely relaxed after sleeping with him, and the warmth that bloomed in his chest made him question if the two of you were ever really just friends to begin with.

copyright 2024 coupsie-daisies, all rights reserved

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 types of sex they might be into

Request: hiii, I really love your writing style. Could you do one with who might be into what type of sex e.g. rough, passionate? Have a good day ☺️

Slow and Sensual

Members: Joshua, Woozi, Wonwoo, Minghao

Joshua: His romantic and thoughtful nature makes him focus on every detail of the experience. My man prioritizes eye contact, soft touches, and emotional connection. He’s the type to light candles and play soft music.

Woozi: Woozi’s reserved and meticulous personality lends itself to slow, deliberate intimacy. He’s not rushed or impulsive; he’d take his time understanding what pleases you, making every moment as perfect as possible.

Wonwoo: He values emotional intimacy above all else. He’d focus on the intimate moments that deepen your bond. He’s the type to stroke your hair, whisper reassurances, and treat intimacy as a sacred act.

Minghao: Minghao’s philosophical nature would translate to sex as a thoughtful, meaningful experience. He’d move with grace and purpose, treating every touch and kiss as a way to communicate love and connection.

Playful and Experimental

Members: Jeonghan, Mingyu, Dino, Dokyeom

Jeonghan: Known for his playful and teasing demeanor, Jeonghan would make sex fun. He’d enjoy testing boundaries, surprising you with creative ideas, and making sure you’re always smiling. He thrives on a mix of passion and kinks, keeping things fresh and exciting.

Mingyu: His adventurous and curious nature would make him eager to try new things. He’d suggest fun places or unique ideas, always making sure you’re comfortable and having fun. His enthusiasm and willingness to explore would keep things dynamic.

Dino: He would be adventurous in bed. He’d be open to trying new things to impress you and ensure you’re happy. His approach would be energetic, fun, and driven by a desire to make every experience enjoyable.

Dokyeom: He’d love to make your sex life fun and exciting. He’d experiment with things but, always putting your comfort and enjoyment first. He would try out different toys, positions and what not.

Passionate and Intense

Members: Seungcheol, Hoshi, Seungkwan

Seungcheol: He's very very very veryyyyyy passionate. He’d channel his love into intensity, making you feel completely consumed by his love. He’d take control in the best way, ensuring you feel desired and safe.

Hoshi: Hoshi would make intimacy an energetic, passionate experience (bed may or may not break). He’d pour all his feelings into the moment, balancing tenderness with raw intensity. He’d love leaving you breathless, both physically and emotionally.

Seungkwan: Despite his comedic and lighthearted personality, Seungkwan’s emotional depth would make sex a deeply passionate experience. He’d give his all, focusing on making you feel wanted and adored with every touch.

Gentle Domination

Members: Jun, Vernon (should I've added Joshua here? 💀)

Jun: Jun’s aura manifest in gentle domination. He’d take the lead and dominate you while somehow maintaining a soft, tender approach, ensuring you feel both excited and completely comfortable. He’d know how to balance control and care seamlessly.

Vernon: Vernon’s composed demeanor hides a subtle dominance that comes out during sexy time. He wouldn’t be overbearing but would take charge in a way that feels natural, prioritizing your pleasure while maintaining control.

[lololololchips]

Hi I loved the recent sexting gone wrong it was so funny 😭

Just wondering if you're willing to do like a next part where the actual boyfriend texts you back after seeing what happened ?

i’m so sorry this took forever 😭 BUT HERE IT IS HEHE HOPE U LIKE IT:))

here is pt1 to this i recommend y’all read it to understand this a bit better!

sexting gone wrong pt2 || SEVENTEEN

genre: one shot au, fake texts, nsfw, humorous

warnings: kys jokes, nsfw topics, cursing, fem pronouns, 18+ jokes (?)

[bgarchivee]

seungkwan (svt/bss)

[florihaei]

𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀-𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗻⋆୨୧˚

word count- 679 ♡

content- bf seungkwan! x reader! ♡

genre: fluff ♡

warnings- kissing, crying(comfort)/everything is in lowercase on purpose ♡

୨୧˚authors note -this is for the seventeen drabble week! , you can read all of them here!

on the night of you and seungkwans one year anniversary, you both sat at a cozy table in the apartment you two shared , a candle flickering between the two of you. the air was filled with the soft hum of both of your favorite song, and the scent of fresh roses filled the room. you two had decided to write letters to each other to mark the occasion, reflecting on your journey together every high, every low, and every quiet moment that had brought you two closer.

seungkwan was the first to hand over his letter. your fingers trembled slightly as you unfolded the paper, your heart swelling with the familiar warmth you felt whenever he looked at you. you began reading, your eyes tracing over the words he had carefully written.

“my sweet girl, i had no idea that a single person could change my world so completely. this past year, with all its little adventures and moments, has been the best of my life because of you. you’ve shown me what it means to love deeply and be loved, to care without conditions, and to share life with someone who truly sees me. you’ve taught me patience, joy, and how beautiful it is to feel so connected to someone. i love your laughter, the way your eyes light up when you’re passionate about something, and even the quiet moments when words aren’t needed at all. thank you for being my partner, my love, my everything.”

as you read, you felt your throat tighten. his words unlocked every emotion you had bottled up over the past year gratitude, love, vulnerability. a tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it.

“sweet girl?” seungkwan asked softly, reaching out to brush your cheek.

you smiled, though your voice wavered. “it’s beautiful baby...”

taking a deep breath, you handed him your letter. seungkwan unfolded it, his gaze steady as he began to read. you watched him closely, feeling both nervous and excited for him to understand the depths of your feelings.

“seungkwan , i can’t believe it’s been a year. from the moment we met, i knew there was something special about you. you made me feel safe, seen, and loved in a way ive never known and ever felt. every moment with you has been filled with laughter and kindness, even when things weren’t easy. you’ve taught me how to open up, to trust, and to believe in something real. i love how you always know when i need a hug, how you listen when i’m rambling about nothing, and how you never hesitate to be there for me. i love you, deeply and endlessly. you’ve become my heart.”

when seungkwan looked up, his eyes softened, a gentle smile forming on his lips. “my sweet sweet girl…,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

you couldn’t hold back the tears now. they spilled freely down your face as the emotions of the past year washed over you, how much you both had grown together, how deeply you cared for one another, and how lucky you felt to have him by your side. seungkwan stood up, walked around the table, and knelt beside you . his hand found yours, fingers intertwining as he gently wiped away your tears with his thumb.

“it’s okay sweet girl..,” he said softly, “i’ve got you.”

you looked at him, your heart full, and nodded. “i’m just so happy.. happy for us baby. i didn’t know i could feel this way.”

he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, then your cheeks, and finally your lips. it was slow, sweet, filled with the promise of many more years to come. in that moment, you weren’t just two people celebrating an anniversary, it was were two souls, intertwined, ready to face whatever life had in store for you two, together.

when you both finally pulled away, seungkwan whispered, “i love you, my sweet girl . always.”

you smiled through your tears, your hand still resting in his. “i love you too, baby. always.”

[shuaasumii]

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

⊱ waffles

: coups wants to surprise his wife with some waffles in the morning, but he ends up needing her help to make them.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ YOON JEONGHAN

⊱ bribed

: jeonghan needs to find a way to clean the house before you get home. he decides that using his twins to help him out would be a good idea.

❝◟✿◞❞ HONG JISOO

⊱ all mine

: you wake up to your husband not next to you in bed just to find him in the middle of a heart warming moment with your baby.

⊱ birthday kisses

: you surprise your boyfriend with his annual birthday kisses.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ WEN JUNHUI

⊱ pretty girl

: your boyfriend decided to surprise you with flowers.

⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣ KWON SOONYOUNG

⊱ lost and found

: your husband hoshi, and your son dohyun, are appalled by the absence of their favorite stuffed tiger, yoshi.

⭑･*:༅｡.｡༅ JEON WONWOO

… coming soon

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ LEE JIHOON

⊱ baby sissy

: when bringing your newborn daughter home, you didn’t expect your son to be so delighted by her presence.

。ﾟ．☆≡。ﾟ XU MINGHAO

… coming soon

゜✧*̣̩☽⋆゜KIM MINGYU

⊱ cockroach

: turns out your boyfriend mingyu, is afraid of tiny insects.

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡ LEE DOKYEOM

… coming soon

･★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ BOO SEUNGKWAN

⊱ i wish for forever with you

: after waiting a whole day to see your boyfriend, he finally comes home so you can wish him a happy birthday.

°.✩┈∘*┈୨୧ CHWE HANSOL

… coming soon

༄ؘ ۪۪۫▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ LEE CHAN

… coming soon

[blue-jisungs]

hi! i meant like they cry very easily, like over simple things like when they’re frustrated.

svt with sensitive s/o ♡

author's note. for everyone confused anon is replying to this lol but i hope you like it!! ^^ i hope you don’t mind i’ve put them into groups, i couldn’t think of 13 diff scenarios 😭☹️

seunghcheol, wonwoo, jeonghan, chan

so so so caring. will do everything in his willpower to prevent things that could make you cry in the first place :( if you’re tearing up because of frustration, he’s by your side in a blink of an eye and makes the thing for you (not forgetting to kiss your salty tears away). and you bet your life that if someone makes your eyes tear up, he’s having a long and serious conversation with them >:T

minghao , joshua, junhui, seungkwan

can’t help but smile a bit when he sees your teary eyes bc of something that could be seen as a simple thing. shakes his head and comforts you, pecking your face and caressing your hair :( he’s so soft, hating to see you cry >:[ will threateningly curse at the thing that made you cry, even if it was just a jar that you were struggling to open… might tease you later though…. but obviously he’s careful enough not to cross any lines

vernon, seokmin, mingyu, jihoon, soonyoung

kind of 🧍‍♀️ at first. like… are you crying because… the cake burnt? oh…oh, it’s frustration. hugs you and comforts you, even though he doesn’t fully understand. will calm you down with smooches and snacks convincing you that it’s fine, nothing happened. if it’s possible – he’ll help you with doing the thing again and taking initiative when he sees you teary eyed again. if you’re fine though – he couldn’t be more proud, giggling and cheering

masterlist <3

taglist. @mirxzii ,, @primoppang ,, @l3visbby ,, @nicholasluvbot ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @slytherinshua ,, @kazmura ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @dazzlingligth ,, @eternalgyu

[woozinhos]

office sex with seungkwan.. pretty pleasee?

Notes: guys I don’t know what came over me when writing this hope you enjoy tho…

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.

You and Seungkwan were sitting in his office, going over some documents for your work. You were feeling particularly frisky that day and couldn't keep your eyes off him. As he read through a report, you noticed how his eyes scanned the page and how his fingers drummed against the desk. You shifted in your seat, trying to get closer to him without being too obvious.

Seungkwan looked up from the report and caught you staring at him. He smirked, knowing exactly what you were thinking. "Something on your mind, Y/N?" he asked innocently. You bit your lip and blushed, caught red-handed. "Just admiring the view," you replied, your voice slightly shaky.

Seungkwan chuckled and leaned back in his chair, his eyes raking over your body. "Is that so?" he said, his tone playful. "You know we're at work, right?" You shrugged, a mischievous glint in your eye. "I can't help it," you said, standing up and walking over to him. "You look so good in that suit." Seungkwan watched you approach him, his gaze darkening with desire. He pushed his chair back and patted his lap, silently inviting you to sit on it.

You straddled his lap, your legs on either side of him. Seungkwan wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "You're playing a dangerous game," he murmured, his breath hot against your neck. You smirked and ran your fingers through his hair. "Maybe I like living on the edge," you whispered, grinding against him slightly.

Seungkwan let out a low growl, his grip on you tightening. "You're driving me crazy," he said, his voice rough with need. He started to kiss your neck, his lips trailing down to your collarbone. You tilted your head back, giving him better access, and moaned softly.

"Seungkwan," you gasped teasing him playing along, "We can't do this here. Someone might hear us." Seungkwan pulled back and looked at you, his eyes dark with lust. "I don't care," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I need you, right now." He stood up abruptly, lifting you up with him and setting you down on his desk. He pushed the papers and other items out of the way and positioned himself between your legs.

"You're so naughty," he said, his hands roaming over your body. "But I love it." You leaned back against the desk, your chest heaving with excitement. "I can't help it," you repeated, your eyes locked on his. "I want you so badly." Seungkwan captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue invading your mouth and exploring every inch of it. His hands roamed lower, finding the hem of your skirt and sliding underneath it.

Your breath hitched as his fingers traced the lace of your underwear. "You're wearing laced panties," he said, his voice huskier than before. "You really were planning on this, weren't you?" You blushed and nodded, biting your lip. "Maybe," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Seungkwan smirked and slipped his hand inside your underwear, his fingers finding your slick folds. "You're already so wet for me," he said, his thumb circling your clit. "Such a good girl." You moaned at his touch, your hips bucking against his hand. "Seungkwan, please," you begged, needing more. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, "Shh, baby. You have to be quiet. We don't want anyone to hear us."

You nodded again, biting down on your lip harder to keep from making any more noise. Seungkwan continued to work his magic, his fingers expertly playing with your clit while his other hand held you in place. He started to kiss and nibble on your neck, leaving small marks on your skin. "You taste so good," he murmured against your skin. "I could eat you up right here on this desk."

"Then do it," you whispered, your voice filled with desire. "Eat me up, Daddy." Seungkwan's eyes widened in surprise at your choice of words. He wasn't expecting you to call him that, but it sent a thrill down his spine.

"You're playing with fire, Y/N," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You know what happens when you call me that." You smirked, enjoying the effect you were having on him. "I know exactly what happens," you said, arching your back. "You get all possessive and rough with me."

Seungkwan growled again, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. "You're mine," he said, his voice a low rumble. "No one else can have you." You gasped as he flipped you over, your stomach pressed against the cold surface of the desk. You could feel his hard length pressing against your ass, and you couldn't help but moan again. Seungkwan wasted no time in pulling his trousers down, his cock springing free. He positioned himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips. "You're going to be punished for being such a naughty girl," he said, his voice dripping with dominance.

"Yes, Daddy," you breathed out, bracing yourself for what was to come. Seungkwan wasted no time in thrusting into you, his hips snapping against yours with a force that made you cry out. He was rough and relentless, pounding into you with a fierce intensity.

"You're so tight," he grunted, his fingers digging into your flesh. "I'm going to ruin you." You couldn't respond, too lost in the pleasure and pain of being fucked by him. Your fingers scrambled for purchase on the desk, trying to hold on as he continued to pound into you.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with your moans and his low growls. You could feel your orgasm building up inside you, but you knew you weren't allowed to come until he said so. Seungkwan could sense that you were close, and he slowed his pace, pulling out almost completely before slamming back into you. "Not yet," he said, his voice strained. "You don't get to come until I tell you to." He reached around and started to rub your clit, the added stimulation driving you even crazier. You whimpered and whined, desperate for release.

"Please, Daddy," you begged, your voice shaking. "I can't hold it in anymore. I need to come." Seungkwan chuckled darkly, enjoying your desperation. "Begging won't help you, baby girl," he said. "You'll come when I say you can, and not a second before."

He continued to tease you, his fingers working your clit in slow, deliberate circles while he thrust into you at an agonizingly slow pace. Tears of frustration welled up in your eyes as you tried to hold back your orgasm. You were shaking with need, your body begging for release. "Please, please, please," you repeated over and over again, your voice a broken sob. Seungkwan leaned down and whispered in your ear, "You're doing so well, sweetheart. You're taking me so well. But I want you to hold on just a little longer. Can you do that for me?"

You nodded, biting your lip so hard you thought it might bleed. You were trying so hard to be good for him, to follow his orders and obey. Seungkwan smiled at your obedience, pleased with your submission. "Good girl," he praised, his hand moving away from your clit. "You're being such a good little pet for me." He picked up the pace again, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. "I think you've earned a reward," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Come for me, Y/N. Come for Daddy."

Your body obeyed his command immediately, and you cried out as you came, your walls clenching tightly around him. The orgasm was intense and all-consuming, your vision going white for a moment as pleasure coursed through your veins. Seungkwan groaned as he felt you tighten around him, his own release following closely behind. He spilled inside you, his hips jerking as he rode out his orgasm.

He collapsed on top of you, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. "You did so good, baby," he murmured, pressing kisses to your shoulder. "You're my perfect little toy." You were still trembling, your body still recovering from the intense orgasm. Seungkwan carefully pulled out of you and helped you up, turning you around to face him. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away the tears that had fallen. "You're a mess," he said, a hint of smugness in his voice. "But you're my mess."