Imagine, You Declare, With A Magnificent Sweep Of The Arm, If We Never Met.

“imagine,” you declare, with a magnificent sweep of the arm, “if we never met.”

wonwoo furrows his brows at those words. “why,” he begins finally, perplexion creeping into his voice, “would i want to imagine that?”

you shrug. lean over him to reach for the wooden spoon; it’s baking day, if 3 in the morning can be considered day. “i don’t know,” you say distractedly — the tip of your tongue slips out when you concentrate on scooping. “it’s a hypothetical question. what do you think you’d be doing? if we never met, and fell in love?”

there’s a comfortable ease in the way you say love. you know he means it; he knows you mean it.

“right now?” he casts a glance at the clock; he likes to tease you. “probably sleeping.”

you glance up then, features arranged blank and unimpressed. half-pout, half-scowl.

that’s not what gets him, though. what gets him is your eyes; soft. bright. they twinkle a little, or maybe it’s just the kitchen light, but whatever it is, it takes his breath away — just for one short, ephemeral moment. perfect, he thinks, as he looks at you. threadbare t-shirt, brownie mix on your arm, smudge of flour on your nose. and he’ll think it a hundred times more before the cakes are even out the oven.

“i love you.” he says it out loud, those three overworked words that sum up the jumble of images and words and intangible abstract commodities that breeze through his mind when he looks at you. the words feel insufficient sometimes — like now — but it’s the closest he can get.

you laugh, then, throwing a chocolate chip at him. “nerd.” a smile that’s teasing, but gentler at the edges. “i love you too.”

an / none of u understand the full extent of my feelings abt this man. UGHHH.

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MINGHAO at Balmain for Paris Fashion Week

Seventeen as things mika has said to me:

Seungcheol:

Jeonghan:

Joshua: (she didnt say this to me but its funny ok)

Jun:

Hoshi:

Wonwoo:

Jihoon:

Dokyeom:

Mingyu:

Minghao:

Seungkwan:

Vernon:

Dino:

Bonus #1 (hoshi + woozi):

Bonus #2

@toruro ily

it’s early in the morning; the sky is still leaking vivid shades of orange and purple, and jun is still sleeping behind you.

you’re able to ignore the cold, when you step out onto the balcony. it’s only a slight breeze, caressing your bare shoulders and brushing through the distant trees.

“it’s pretty.”

jun’s voice doesn’t surprise you, even though you had been labouring under the delusion that he was still sleeping. instead, he comes up behind you, draping a blanket over your arms, and in doing that, settling himself against your back. arms around your middle, chin on your shoulder and lips pressed against your cheek in a quiet greeting.

“thanks,” you murmur, clutching onto the blanket.

he doesn’t respond to that, instead nosing into your neck — like a cat, you think fondly — and speaking with words that graze over your skin. “you’re up early.”

you lean back against him, echoing his previous words — “it’s pretty.”

you feel his chest rise with the anticipation of speaking, but before he can get there, you cut in: “if you say i’m prettier, i’m going back to bed. cheesy ass.”

that makes him giggle, nuzzling further into you. “i won’t say it,” he acquiesces, “but i’ll still think it.”

a comfortable silence settles then, stretching over who knows how long. time always seems to blur together when you’re with him. endless and fleeting all at once.

“i found it, you know,” you whisper, after that indefinite period of time. the sun’s brighter now, gorgeous hints of blue creeping across the sky.

jun doesn’t have to ask what it is. there’s only one it he can think of, and it lies inside a small, square box at the bottom of the laundry pile.

“fuck,” he groans defeatedly, pressing his face into the side of yours. “i’m so shit at hiding things, aren’t i?”

“kind of,” you agree, in a way that doesn’t quite reflect the bubbling happiness that stirs under your chest. “i didn’t look inside,” you add, threading a hand through his hair. “i thought i should give you at least one surprise.”

he turns you around then, gently by the shoulders, to kiss you. sweet and gentle, with his hands cupping your cheeks and head tilted to angle himself against your lips.

when you break away, you can’t help but succumb to the beam that threatens to break out over your face. you’re giddy with it — the promise of forever.

(the feeling doesn’t dissipate, even when jun does ask; one knee, in the kitchen at 3 in the morning, and you have to pretend to be surprised.)

an / me calling wen junhui bestie to conceal my very real romantic feelings for him

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just thinking about Vernon fingering y/n with his cold metal rings 😵

member | vernon x fem reader word count | 900 warnings | fingering (with rings), temperature play, edging kinda, vernon is very much taking his time and enjoying this notes | vernonrot bad today wowie 😓 also idk why my brain decided this was gonna be blondenon skjdgfhs but i'm not complaining. tagging @aceofvernons hehe enjoy beloved :)

“fuck, nonnie, that’s cold!” you gasp, squirming under your boyfriend’s touch. 

vernon just grins in response. his hands roam your body, your skin erupting with goosebumps everywhere that the ice-cold metal of his rings touches. he drags his fingers up to your breasts, drawing circles around your nipples with his rings as you whine out his name, your nipples hardening from the sudden chill.

it feels like your skin is on fire; the only relief is the cool touches of his fingertips ghosting over your body.

his hand skims over your stomach and instinctively you arch your back, pushing into him. he leans back on his heels, his hands sliding lower and lower as he leaves a trail of soft, light kisses down your chest. 

finally his hands come to a stop at your hips as he holds onto you tighter, moving you into the position he wants you. his rings dig into your skin, but the feeling of the cold metal pressing into you sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine.

you can’t help but whine in impatience when he lets go of you, returning to tracing his fingers over your thighs, so gentle you can almost barely feel it, if it weren’t for how cold his hands are.

“vernon, please,” you groan, pleading for more.

he doesn’t reply, but he obliges you, fingertips dragging closer and closer to the burning heat between your legs where you so desperately need him.

he plants one hand firmly on your thigh, holding you open as his other hand begins to trace large circles around your pussy, not touching you just yet: so close, but still so far.

you shudder, spreading your legs even wider, trying to encourage him to do what you want.

but he won’t give in just yet.

“what is it you want, baby?” he asks, voice gravelly as he stares down at you, his normally soft brown eyes now darkened with lust.

you throw your head back against the bed. “please, touch me.”

he grins, moving his hands to drag up and down your thighs, his fingernails just barely scratching against the surface of your skin; not enough to hurt, but enough for you to feel.

you moan and his hands move to your inner thighs. you consider reaching down and using your own fingers, but the way he’s so carefully building you up is better than anything you could do to yourself, and you know whatever he decides to do to you afterwards is more than worth the wait.

another garbled cry of “please” and finally, finally vernon puts his hand right up against your cunt. a mixture of sighs of relief and groans of pleasure escape you as his fingers delicately part your folds, the sudden cool air on your hole making you shiver.

he pushes the tip of his index finger into you up to his first knuckle and immediately you clench around him, already so sensitive even without anything substantial yet. slowly he pulls his finger out before pushing it back in, going even deeper in you. soon his entire finger is inside you, your walls spasming around the digit as he leisurely begins to curl his finger.

just when you’re starting to adjust to the feeling of his long, thick fingers inside of you, without warning he slips in a second finger, this one covered in rings.

you bite back a moan as you feel the smooth metal press against your folds, your thighs automatically squeezing shut around his arm. but he easily pries them apart again, pushing his weight on one of your legs to hold you into the bed as his hand begins to speed up, working you open with his skilled fingers.

with each movement of his hand his fingers push deeper into you, until you feel him add a third finger, even more rings now rubbing against your folds. the coolness of the metal is an almost soothing feeling against the heat of your pulsing cunt, and the mixture of sensations has you moaning his name without thinking, already so lost in his touch that you can only manage to babble out a stream of moans and curses.

he tilts his hand upwards, his rings aligning perfectly with your clit so you feel each thrust both inside and out, rubbing at the perfect angle that has you trembling in his grasp.

you feel your orgasm starting to approach, building quickly with each drag of his rings against your nerves. but vernon must feel you getting close, must feel you clenching around him harder than before, because right before the tension in your core is about to snap, his fingers slow down their pace, your orgasm falling away in a matter of seconds. you cry out in frustration at the loss, whining and begging and pleading for him to give you relief, to let you finish what he started and make a mess all over his beautiful hands.

but to your dismay he pulls his fingers out of you completely, holding his hand up for you to see how they’re covered in your juices. his rings are smeared with the clear liquid, glistening in the light, and you moan at the sight, embarrassed but also more turned on than you’ve ever been.

vernon grins, leaning forward to run the tip of his finger along your lips, and your mouth falls open, knowing what he wants before he even says it. 

“now, be good and suck them clean, and then i’ll let you cum.”

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