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NANA TOUR with SEVENTEEN episode 3

ATTACCA OP.2 JACKET BEHIND

*in the bg* it just so happens that we're facing today for the first time...

Seungkwan’s Heat

Pairing(s): Alpha!Joshua X Omega!Seungkwan

Contents: Oral (Seungkwan Receiving), fingering, breeding kink (I can’t write ABO without my breeding kink XD), Josh is a whipped man y'all

Warnings: ABO AU, Breeding kink, Pure romantic smut

MASTERLIST

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Seungkwan knew what he was doing was against the rules on any normal day, but he wasn't having a normal day. He woke up to a deep burn inside of him, alerting him that his heat was here and his body needed to be fucked or he would be in a world of hurt. So that's what lead to what he was doing now. Four in the morning and he was shamelessly grinding against his alpha, Joshua's, leg.

Joshua wasn't stupid. He knew what was happening the moment Seungkwan locked Joshua's leg between his own legs, but he knew that, at the moment, his baby boy just couldn't help himself. On normal days, this would have called for a punishment, but just by hearing Seungkwan's needy whimpers as he tried desperately to rid his body of the painful need was enough to reduce Joshua into a love sick dog.

"My poor Prince." He cooed, heart melting as Seungkwan jumped away from him instantly, "It's okay, Prince, I’m not mad at you, you can't help it."

Joshua kept his gentle smile as he moved to hover over his mate, his nose eagerly inhaling the scent of the slick that was pouring from Seungkwan's hole, and he chuckles lowly as Seungkwan instantly wrapped his legs around his waist. Seungkwan let his needy whines grow louder as Joshua leaned down to press soft kisses down his neck, tongue flicking over his mating mark.

"Please Alpha...make the pain go away..."

Seungkwan whined, hips rolling up into nothing in search of friction

Joshua chuckled, "Be patient, baby, good omegas are patient, aren't they?" He asked, reaching down to tug Seungkwans boxers down his legs, not having to worry about a shirt because Seungkwan took it off before he started his grinding.

He couldn't lie to himself, the sight of his love naked on his back, cock red and angry, bucking up into nothing certainly got his instincts acting up. He could feel his rut screaming at him to bury himself into Seungkwan's leaking hole but he wanted to take his time with his baby, show him how much he loved his omega. Seungkwan's heats last for two weeks, there would be plenty of opportunities to fuck him into the mattress but for now, he would make love to his baby.

Seungkwan let out a loud moan once Joshua wrapped his hand around his cock, instantly starting to fuck up into his fist. He needed more but he knew that he was in good hands with his alpha, he always was. "That's it, baby, let those pretty noises out for me." Joshua whispered, kissing down to Seungkwan's nipples, latching his lips around his left nub.

Seungkwan listened to his words, instantly letting everything go as he arched up into Joshua's hand, unexpectedly cumming into Joshua's hand. Joshua chuckled softly, "Aww, my needy baby, you came so quick." He cooed, kissing down his stomach, "You think you can give me a couple more?” He asked him, smiling as a teary eyed Seungkwan nodded his head. Joshua kissed all the way down Seungkwan’s stomach, stopping just above his cock.

“Please…Don’t tease me…” Seungkwan whined, hips squirming around to gain any kind of touch to his cock. Joshua chuckles and wraps his lips around Seungkwan’s cock, not bothering to scold him for immediately thrusting further into his mouth. Seungkwan was sobbing, hips bucking up further into Joshua’s mouth to relieve himself of the overwhelming need to release. Joshua wasn’t new to receiving blowjobs when he met Seungkwan, however, he was new to giving them. Joshua swore to Seungkwan, up and down, that he had never given someone a blowjob before, but Seungkwan never believed him. He decided that Joshua was too skilled with his mouth to be a natural and with the way a simple blowjob had his body writhing in pleasure certainly added to his theories.

As Seungkwan was distracted by the feeling of Joshua’s mouth, Joshua brought his hand up, rubbing the pad of his finger against Seungkwan’s slicked hole. He could feel his own cock twitching in his sweatpants as he pushed two of his fingers into Seungkwan’s hole, groaning in his throat as his needy hole clenched over the welcomed intrusion. Joshua didn’t have the thickest hands but his fingers were certainly long, just enough so that they could subtly brush against Seungkwan’s prostate every thrust and that was enough to edge Seungkwan on enough until he was bucking up, spilling into Joshua’s mouth with a cry.

Joshua pulled off his cock, swallowing what he could of Seungkwan’s release before he went right back to Seungkwans twitching cock, moaning at the yelp Seungkwan gave as his overstimulated cock was encased in warmth once again. Josh was sure the neighbors would be pissed at them with how loud Seungkwan was being, but did he care? Not at all. His baby had the prettiest noises and one of his main rules to Seungkwan was to be as loud as he possibly can. Joshua wrapped his arms around Seungkwan’s thighs, sucking a bit faster. He knew that Seungkwans orgasms wouldn’t be spread out with how needy he was. Joshua would be surprised if he lasted longer than 7 minutes each one. He wasn’t complaining, though. He adored the first night of Seungkwans heat, he was always the neediest and so fucked out on the first night even without being touched. They were nights where Joshua could completely wreck him, orgasm after orgasm, tease after tease, he could do it all and it would just be enough to satisfy his need for the night. He paused momentarily as he watched Seungkwan dig his nails into the bed, waiting to see if he would safeword. When he didn’t, Joshua was reassured to continue his attention to Seungkwan’s cock. Seungkwan felt his need diminish for a little while, his breath calming down until he felt it return a little while after he calmed down, burning more than it had the entire night. Seungkwan needed to be filled.

“Alpha…I..I need more…I need your knot..please…” Seungkwan pleaded, needing his alpha inside him. Joshua hummed softly, pulling off of Seungkwans cock. He sat up on his knees, tugging his sweatpants down just enough to pull his cock out, not bothering to take them off the entire way. He leaned back over Seungkwans sweaty body, pressing a deep kiss to his lips, wrapping his hand around his own cock. He aligned himself with Seungkwans hole, their kiss muffling Seungkwans loud moan as he slowly pushed into him, groaning as he was engulfed with warmth. Without  moment’s hesitation, Joshua set a deep and quick pace, knowing he could get at least two orgasms from Seungkwan just from fucking into him and he wanted to drag it out as long as he could.

“Fuck, baby…you feel so good wrapped around my cock.” He moaned out, leaning down to add more marks to the collection on Seungkwan’s neck, hips snapping a bit faster as he tugged on Joshua’s hair. His body felt like it was on steroids with how it still kept needing. He’s had a total of two orgasms so far, and he knew his body could most likely produce a few more before he started to feel the exhaustion.

“You’re so big…I need to be filled, Alpha please…breed me..” Seungkwan moaned into Joshua’s ear, biting softly at his earlobe. As Joshua heard those words, it was like a switch was flipped inside of him. His thrusts became animalistic and he growled lowly at the thought of Seungkwan being filled with his pups. “Yeah? You want me to breed you? Fill your tiny body with my pups?” He growled as he sat up, hands gripping Seungkwans hips hard enough to bruise them. Seungkwan let his mouth hang open in a silent scream, nodding his head quickly since he was unable to form words due to the overwhelming pleasure his body was in. His hands were resting against Joshua’s chest, his nails scratching occasionally, providing more motivation for Joshua to thrust harder. With another cry, Seungkwan’s cock spilled onto his chest, tears flowing down his cheeks. Joshua chuckled at the sight. He looked like a god, skin coated in a sheen of sweat, eyes spilling tears as he whined for more, not yet rid of the need. “Come on, baby. You can give me one more, can’t you? Give me one more and I’ll breed you, I promise.” Joshua cooed to him, one of his hands wiping away Seungkwan’s tears, leaning down to press a deep kiss to his lips, shivering slightly as Seungkwan’s nails scratched into his back. Seungkwan let his head bury into Joshua’s neck, small whimpers escaping his lips as he felt his stomach quickly tighten into the oh so familiar coil. Seungkwan felt like his senses were on overdrive with the way they picked up on things. The sound of both of their moans, the smell of sweat and sex that lingered in the air, the feeling of Joshua’s back flexing underneath his hands every time he thrusted back into Seungkwan, the sensitive marks that Joshua sucked into Seungkwan’s neck. He sensed it all. His brain was laxed, constantly repeating to him that he’s with his alpha, his alpha is touching him, loving him and his body reacted in ways it never has. Seungkwan was a virgin when he met Joshua, so he never experienced what it was like to be filled by something other than his fingers. That doesn’t mean he hasn’t fooled around; he’s been touched before and his body never gave the reactions it does with Josh. It was like every time Joshua and him had sex, it was like the first time again. His body never grew used to the sex because Joshua never did the same things in a row. He always changed his pace or tone, or he changed the things he did to Seungkwan’s body, wanting to give him every experience and more. It was something new to Seungkwan, and he was obsessed with the feelings it gave him.

Josh could feel himself growing closer, the need to knot his mate growing as well. He controlled himself, holding off his release as he wrapped his hand around Seungkwan’s cock, eyes focusing on the way he arched into his hand, chest heaving with every breath he took. As Joshua whispered words of encouragement and praise into Seungkwan’s ear, the crying man finally gave his last orgasm, clenching around Joshua’s cock as his cock spilled the last of his cum onto both their chests. Joshua leaned into Seungkwan’s neck, biting at their mating mark as he pushed his swollen knot into his hole, cum releasing deep into Seungkwan with a deep growl.

Both men laid there for a while, their breathless pants being the only sound to fill the air until Joshua’s knot slowly went down, finally being able to pull out of Seungkwan’s hole. Joshua rubbed over Seungkwan’s slightly bloated stomach, smiling at the whine he gave as he pulled out of him. He pressed a kiss to Seungkwan’s head, standing from the bed to go get a warm washcloth from the bathroom. After a minute, he returned with a glass of warm milk and the washcloth, handing the glass to Seungkwan with the instruction to drink as he gently cleaned up their bodies. After they were cleaned up, Joshua laid back down next to him, a fond smile on his face as Seungkwan instantly cuddled close to the familiar scent and warmth of Joshua. With a final ‘You did well’ from Joshua, both men drifted off into sleep with pleasant thoughts and dreams of each other.

Candy’s Regulars

MASTERLIST

Chapter 1

Pairings: Camgirl!Reader X SVT

Notes: Fluff and smut, no angst. Eventually there will be an OT 13 orgy, dont judge me >:(, basically all of SVT are average men who are whipped regulars for a camgirl’s (reader) lives.

Constant Warnings: Group masturbations (Sometimes), smut, use of toys, language

Summary: Who knew that the easiest way to make friends is to blow your money on a camgirl. In other words, Seventeen are average men who spend their time and money on their favorite camgirl, candy_princess. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday she goes live, never failing to make their nights infinitely better.

Main Characters: Italics indicate their tag name

Fem!Reader: candy_princess

Choi Seungcheol/S.Coups: S_Cheol

Yoon Jeonghan: PrettyHanni

Hong Jisoo/Joshua: GentleHong

Wen Junhui/Jun: DroopyEyedJun

Kwan Soonyoung/Hoshi: thetigerkingKS

Jeon Wonwoo: sweaterpaws_Wonwoo

Lee Jihoon/Woozi: musicgodWoozi

Xu Ming Hao/The8: FashionistaHao

Kim Mingyu: skyscraperGYU

Lee Seokmin/DK: HappyVirusMinnie

Boo Seungkwan: DivaBoo

Chwe Hansol/Vernon: iconicboyhansol

Lee Chan/Dino: SuperiorMaknaeDino

Minor/Side Characters:

Jeong Yunho: beanstalkYunho

Choi San: Sanwithaplan

Jung Wooyoung: sexcwoo

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Teaser:

You laid there after your show, panting softly as you calmed down from your final orgasm. You rolled onto your stomach, flashing a smile to the camera as you read the chat.

GentleHong donated $85

iconicboyhansol donated $130

“Thank you Joshua and Hansol for donating!” you said happily, sending a kiss to the camera. You had gotten used to your regulars, all thirteen of them. Before and after every one of your shows, you liked to talk to your viewers and see how they were and as you did this, you noticed the same thirteen tag names every show. Being the curious girl you were, you decided to get to know them and after a few private sessions with them, you knew their names and a breakdown of their personalities.

iconicboyhansol: I honestly dont think ive ever came that hard in my life..

DroopyEyedJun: I’m pretty sure i’d be offended with my body if i didn’t cum.

S_Cheol: Honestly, i think we all would XD

You had a soft smile on your face, watching the chat continue to pour in with their comments. “I’m certainly glad you all enjoyed it.” You said before watching the viewer count start to go down, the other viewers starting to leave.

“Well, it seems that everyone is leaving and i guess it’s time i should too, seeing as i have to clean up. Thank you guys for watching and donating! Love you!” You said happily, blowing a kiss to the camera before you ended your stream.

All thirteen of the men sighed happily as they clicked off your stream, each one noticing the small ‘1′ above their inbox icon. They each opened their inbox, all of them nearly fainting at the words displayed on their phone and computer screens.

{candy_princess would like to add you to a group chat}

Candy’s Regulars | 1

MASTERLIST

Teaser

Pairings: Camgirl!Reader X SVT

Constant Warnings: Group masturbations (sometimes), smut, use of toys, kink usage, language

Chapter Notes: This is the first official chapter of this series. I hope you’ll enjoy it and please don’t hesitate to leave feedback, good or not. Thank you for reading! The story will be in POV’s but it’ll be in third person limited (search it up), there will be no smut in this chapter, its more about you getting to know your lovely regulars more ;) That just means the next chapter will be filled to the brim with smut, also, Cheol has a hamster, enjoy that XD

Chapter Warnings: language

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Jeonghan’s POV

Jeonghan was in awe. He didn’t know what to do or how to act with the message invite that seemed to be mocking the scream he gave as he slammed his computer shut two minutes ago.

“Okay, Han. You can do this. It’s not that big a deal. Your favorite cammer sends you an invite to be in a group chat. Happens all the time.” He tried to hype himself, his shaking hand hovering the mouse over the accept button as he screams internally. 

He gave a final sigh, pressing the right mouse button before squeezing his eyes shut. After a minute of having his eyes closed, he peeped one open, seeing the active chat that he was now a part of.

candy_princess: Oh good, Hanni is here!

He winced as he heard his audible whimper. God, he could only imagine what his name would sound like coming out of your mouth.

thetigerkingKS: Ayye, welcome to the VIP’s dude

SuperiorMaknaeDino: Holy fuck that just hit me- We’re Candy’s VIP’s bro

DroopyEyedJun: We the superior ones-

Jeonghan gave a small laugh as he read the chat, the men that were with him certainly were funny.

PrettyHanni: Ahh, i would have joined sooner but i was having an internal crisis, i guess you can call it.

S_Cheol: So basically, you were fanboying?

GentleHong: Dude, who wouldn’t fanboy over Candy?

DivaBoo: EXPOSED

HappyVirusMinnie: OOF

With a shake of his head, Jeonghan typed out a reply, figuring there was no sense in hiding his blatant fanboy moment.

PrettyHanni: Oh yeah? Don’t sit there and tell me you didn’t freak the fuck out

skyscraperGYU: I know for sure i did

S_Cheol: oh im not, i literally threw my phone across my room and scared my hamster- 

Jeonghan laughed loudly as he got himself comfortable on his bed, propping his laptop on his lap.

candy_princess: AWW you have a hamster?!

S_Cheol: haha, yea i do, he’s a little shit though

sweaterpaws_Wonwoo: Dude dont disrespect your hamster like that smh

S_Cheol: okay well when he decides to crawl into your hoodie sleeve and bite your armpit then you’ll realize-

As Jeonghan was reading (and laughing) the chat, he started thinking. He’s been watching your lives for a long time now, almost a year and a half, with the same thirteen men on a constant, yet he knew nothing about them. Then again, most people don’t try and make friendships of the basis ‘Hey, i jack off to this camgirl and i know you do too, wanna hang out?’ He gave a laugh at that thought, just imagining the scenario until he was brought back to reality by the chat.

SuperiorMaknaeDino: Hey, Candy? can i ask something

candy_princess: of course!

SuperiorMaknaeDino: I’m not complaining, but why did you make this group chat?

iconicboyhansol: I’ve been wondering that too

As Jeonghan read what he typed he tilted his head, getting lost in his thoughts once more. Why did you make the chat? What was so special about the thirteen of them that possessed you, who rarely did private streams and never did private chats to want to talk to them like this?

candy_princess: oh..well to be honest with you guys, it was mainly to say thank you for alway supporting my streams. Hell =, you guys definitely donate the most out of any of my viewers, you practically pay my rent, so i just wanted to get to know the men responsible for my happy living.

musicgodWoozi: im not crying, my goldfish stepped on my eye-

FashionistaHao: Imma be a man and admit, my eyes wet af rn

Jeonghan didn’t know how to stop his heart from pounding against his chest. He knew you were cute but this was an entire nother level of adorable and Jeonghan liked it way more than he should have.

candy_princess: Noooo, don’t cry please :<

S_Cheol: You tell us that adorable information and expect us not to be soft, Princess?

PrettyHanni: Honestly, you just became 10x more adorable to me-

He chuckled as he watched the other guys tease you for your adorable mini speech. It was strange, it almost felt normal how comfortable he felt talking with you and the others, like he belonged there with them.

iconicboyhansol: i needa google how to not fall in love with a woman ive never met-

candy_princess: awww guys >~< my blush is real right now-  but seriously, you guys make my camming so much more fun than it used to be and i appreciate that~

musicgodWoozi: We appreciate you too, Princess, i don't know any other men that would drop everything at the notification that you are live

Jeonghan chuckled at what he said, never relating to a sentence more in his life.

candy_princess: which is why i wanted to offer something...

Jeonghan’s brow quirked in interest, sitting up a bit straighter as he read your message.

DroopyEyedJun: What do you mean, baby?

candy_princess: I wanted to ask if you all would be interested in doing a few private streams, one on one, and possibly filming with me, one on one, if youre up for it...

Jeonghan’s breath hitched in his throat, causing him to go into a coughing fit, almost dropping his laptop. He was speechless. One on one cam streams as well as filming with you..holy fuck he was getting lost in his imagination.

S_Cheol: Oh fuck..you actually mean it?

SuperiorMaknaeDino: Oh fuck please don’t be playing

candy_princess: Im dead serious, i swear, but only if you all want to.

Jeonghan didn’t hesitate as he typed out his answer.

PrettyHanni: Oh fuck yes, i am 100% down

S_Cheol: me too

iconicboyhansol: Id rather die than say no, so hell yea

DroopyEyedJun: Please yes-

sweaterpaws_Wonwoo: I think i speak for all of us, so they dont gotta type, that all of us are up for it, babe

candy_princess: Then how about i message you guys privately and we can set a time and schedule?

S_Cheol: works for us baby

candy_princess: Ill start tomorrow morning but its late and i need rest if im going to be giving special treatment tomorrow ;)

Jeonghan gave a deep sigh, heart practically failing from the thoughts of getting private cams from you as well as the opportunity of filming with you. He could feel himself getting excited just at the thought of it.

GentleHong: Alright, Princess, get some sleep okay, but first drink some water and get a shower before you get too sleepy.

candy_princess: yes sir ;)

GentleHong: fUck-

Jeonghan chuckled as he watched you say your goodbyes, his own tiredness starting to set into his body as a few of them said their own goodbyes, his included. He shut off his laptop and ran a hand through his hair, sighing as he thought about the night he just had. From getting off work to jacking off as you pleased yourself on camera, to being offered the chance to be with you one on one. He was in awe. He stopped wallowing in his thoughts and got out of bed, changing into some pajama’s before getting into bed, mind not entirely prepared for what the next days would bring.

Candy’s Regulars | 2 | Dino’s Private Show

MASTERLIST

Teaser , Chapter 1 

Pairings: Camgirl!Reader X SVT, Dino X Camgirl!Reader

Constant Warnings: Group masturbations (sometimes), smut, use of toys, kink usage, language

Chapter Notes: Hello! OMG you guys really enjoyed the first actual chapter of this and that was so bizarre to me! Thank you so much! The way this will work is like this; I am going youngest to oldest, so you will get two chapters for each svt member; one being the private stream and the other being the actual collab cam session, with some filler chapters in between of the cams or random shit. The chapters of actual interactions will definitely be longer haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter Warnings: Chan has a noona kink (if you’re not older than him uhh im sorry? XD), switch Chan, guided masturbation (kinda), cam sex, dirty talk, language, use of toys, semi smut with a hint of fluff

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You placed your hands on your hips in your room, going through your mental checklist. Lights? Check. Toys? Check. Camera? Check. Now all you had to do was check in with your boys. You decided to switch things up, choosing to start with the youngest of the thirteen, being Chan, or Dino as he dubbed himself, and work your way up to the oldest, being Seungcheol. So with a giddy smile, you laid on your stomach on your bed, starting to type.

candy_princess: Hi, Dino! Are you ready for your private show? If not then take your time! :)

You only had to wait a few minutes until he replied, the familiar sound of an incoming message echoing through your computer.

SuperiorMaknaeDino: AHH yes yes, i’m here! Sorry i just got off work and wanted to take a shower, i’m ready now if you are.

You smiled and let out a shaky sigh. Camming for one person just seemed so much more intimate than doing it for hundreds to thousands of people, but these weren’t your average old men trying to get off. These were your regular boys, and they were the closest things you could call friends. 

candy_princess: Yeah i’m ready!

And with a final sigh as you sat up on your knees, making sure your light blue lingerie was on display, you opened up the private stream, inviting Dino.

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Dino ran a hand through his still drying hair as he clicked the accept button of the invite, glasses resting comfortably on his now bare face. He couldn’t help the smile that spread on his lips when you came in view, looking absolutely stunning in the lingerie he knew you picked specially for him seeing as it was his favorite color.

“Hey, Dino!” You said excitedly, waving at him in an adorable manner. He chuckled and got comfy where he was sitting, waving back at you. “Hey, Candy.” He didn’t really know what to do and that was apparent to you as you watched his hands fiddle with the hem of his shirt. “Are you nervous, baby?” You asked him in your sweet voice, easily getting into the mindset you needed while camming. He gave a gentle chuckle, hiding his eyes from you. “Y-Yeah i guess i am..”

You let out a giggle at how cute he was. He was so confident when texting but you supposed face to face would be a little intimidating. You gave a smile as you sat up on your knees, hands resting on your thighs, “Then would you like me to start?” You asked, your hands trailing to trace against the fabric of the light blue lace panties. 

Chan felt his breath hitch as he watched your fingers, not realizing how eagerly he was nodding until your gentle voice came across his speakers with a giggle, “Easy, baby boy~ Don’t hurt yourself.” And with that sentence he just couldn’t stop the words from escaping his mouth, “I’m sorry Noona.” and he couldn’t hide the panic in his eyes when he saw you freeze, processing the word. He noticed his shaking hands, the worry setting in him that he offended you somehow in the span of five minutes. 

“It’s alright, baby boy. You don’t need to apologize to Noona.” It was with that sentence that Chan realized the power you held over him when his hips automatically bucked up into the air, a moan escaping his lips. You gave a small smile, hand reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, “Do you want to touch yourself baby?”

Chan nodded his head, his hands balling into fists to not touch himself. He wanted to be a good boy for his Noona. “C-Can i please N-Noona?” He stuttered out, waiting for your answer. 

You smiled and let your bra slip down your arms, revealing your breasts. Chan whimpered as his eyes locked on your chest, his hands unzipping his pants and tugging them, along with his boxers, down his legs. He bit his lip as he wrapped his hand around his cock, moaning as he bucked up into his hand. “Fuck, Noona...you’re so..ahh...so pretty..” He moaned out, cock twitching as your small giggle filled his ears.

You smiled as your hands reached up, drifting across your breasts, gently tugging on your nipples, the sensation causing a small moan to escape your lips. You locked eyes with Chan as you sat up, hand trailing down your stomach, looping your fingers into your panties, “Fuck Channie...You made me ruin my panties.” You playfully whined, tugging the now soaked panties down your thighs, sitting down before spreading your legs, exposing your dripping pussy.  

Chan groaned loudly, running his thumb over the slit of his tip, squeezing gently, “Fuck...I made you that wet, huh?” He bit his lip a little harder, moving into a more comfortable position. “God...I can’t wait to be buried in that pussy.”

You moaned as you ran your fingers over your folds, hips subtly moving closer to the camera as you teased your entrance with the tip of your finger, “I bet you’d feel so good inside me.” You moaned out, your free hand reaching up to grasp at your breast. 

Chan smirked, hand moving on his cock a bit faster, “Go on and slip those fingers inside, Noona.” He groaned, eyes focusing in on your pussy, watching closely as you slipped your middle finger into your heat.

You moaned out loudly, slowly pumping your finger in and out, reaching your other hand down to rub at your clit. You felt good but you couldn’t help but want your fingers to be replaced with Chan’s, imagining the intense pleasure you’d receive from just his fingers. As your mind went wild with thoughts, you subconsciously moaned out Chan’s name, slipping in another two fingers into your pussy. 

Chan moaned and stroked himself faster, tightening the grip on his cock at the sound of his name escaping your lips, his mind imagining what’d you feel like wrapped around his cock, whether it be your lips or your pussy. “That’s it, Noona. Speed them up for me.” He said, watching as you obeyed and thrusted your fingers a bit faster.

His eyes were permanently locked on your figure, taking in every move you made. he took in the way your breath picked up, causing your chest to rise and fall a bit faster, the way your hips would instinctively roll into your fingers when they brushed against that one spot inside you, and the way your head would roll back, exposing your unmarked neck and filling his mind with scenario after scenario of the different ways he could mark you up.

His thoughts, of course, spurred his hand to stroke himself faster, deep moans spilling from his mouth without a seconds thought. For a long time, he could only imagine what this would be like, having this moment with you and now that he was living that moment he didn’t want it to stop. He wanted to watch you come undone multiple times, either from your own fingers or his. 

Chan’s eyes widened as he watched you bring your hand out of frame only to bring with it a semi large clear dildo. He groaned as he watched you drag your tongue from the base of the toy to the tip, giggling as you wrapped your lips around the tip of the toy. “Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.” he chuckled, hand squeezing around the base of his cock. 

You continued sucking on the toy until you deemed it wet enough and slipped your fingers out of your pussy, hole clenching around nothing. You laid your head back, moaning out as you dragged the toy over your folds before slowly slipping it inside you, shivering slightly at the welcomed stretch it brought you. 

“Fuck, you look so good. I bet you’d look even better taking my cock instead of that toy.” He groaned, watching as you started rocking your hips against the toy, rubbing your clit with your free hand. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, chest rising and falling a bit faster from the pleasure you were receiving. You knew that you weren’t going to be able to hold off your release, already feeling the pleasant coil that was beginning to tighten inside you. You needed to cum and Chan easily picked up on that by noticing the way you sped up the thrusts of the toy. 

“You’re close aren’t you, Noona? You feel good, huh? You look so good. So wreckable. God, i love watching the way your greedy pussy devours that toy. But it needs more, doesn’t it?” Chan spoke, his own hand speeding up to chase his approaching release. He subtly rocked his hips into his fist, watching as you nodded, hips desperately bucking up into the toy, your moans growing louder.

“Chan please...ahh...please tell me i can cum..” You moaned out, the coil on the bring of snapping as you rubbed faster at your clit. Chan chuckled as he bit his lip, “Go on, Noona. Cum for me, yeah?” He encouraged, spilling into his own hand as he watched you come undone, your back arching as you came around the toy, releasing one last loud moan.

You laid there for a bit, panting heavily as you came down from your high. Chan sat there panting just as heavily as he kept his eyes on you, still not fully sure if what just happened was real or not. “Are you okay, Noona?” He asked softly, whatever dominant tone he had earlier now completely gone, leaving the adorable young man who sends you memes after you do your shows. You gave a smile and nodded, wincing softly as you pulled the toy out of your sensitive heat. “I’m fine, Channie~” You giggled, placing the toy in the basket infront of your bed to clean later.

Chan had already cleaned himself off and tucked his cock back into hsi sweats when you locked your eyes on him again. He gave you an adorable smile as you started to clean yourself off, happy that you weren’t going to stay covered in lube and your juices. “Noona?” He asked quietly, not looking at you as he played with the strings of his sweatpants. “Yes, Channie?” you asked, tilting your head as you slipped on a robe to cover yourself. “Do you...do you think we could do this again?...Even after all of this?” He asked, seemingly shy. You gave a smile and nodded your head, “Even after this i still have to make sure to repay my regulars.” You giggled, taking a mental picture of the adorable smile he gave at your words.

You both talked for a bit longer before saying your goodbyes and leaving the private stream. You sighed happily and moved to go finish cleaning up but not before a notification caught your eye.

SuperiorMaknaeDino donated $300 

SuperiorMaknaeDino: Thank you for making my night Noona ;)

And with a shake of your head and a small smile, you began to finish cleaning up, only being able to imagine what the rest of this whole repayment would bring.

having breakfast with bf boo

My Seventeen Ships

Small & Grumpy + Sunshine (Soonhoon)

Savage + Puppy (Gyuhao)

Angel 😇 + Leader (Jeonhcheol)

Social Butterfly + Handsome and Laid Back (Seungsol)

Sunshine Protector + Sunshine (Seoksoo)

Easygoing + Mellow (Wonhui)

All are protective of the Baby

Seventeen Wallpapers

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Original #2

Joshua: money doesn’t buy happines.

Seungkwan: give me the money, then.

Joshua: I was trying to-

Seungkwan: give me the money.

Joshua: that’s not wha-

Seungkwan: gIVE ME THE FUCKING MONEY.

Going Seventeen Theme Song 🥰

DEPARTMENTS OF JAZI'S LIBRARY☾⋆｡ °✩

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ topic: seventeen

ೀ “hey you know what to do, we drop it like hot, hot, hot”

genres ᯓᡣ𐭩 smut ꒰🖇️꒱, fluff ꒰🦷꒱, drabble ꒰🔖꒱, one-shot ꒰🦢꒱, out of stock ꒰🛒꒱, part of a series ꒰🧂꒱, finished series ꒰🧾꒱, series ꒰📂꒱

ಇ.⸝⸝ ୭˚. BOO SEUNGKWAN

ಇ.⸝⸝ ୭˚. CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

ಇ.⸝⸝ ୭˚. HANSOL VERNON CHWE

ಇ.⸝⸝ ୭˚. HONG JISOO

ಇ.⸝⸝ ୭˚. JEON WONWOO

ಇ.⸝⸝ ୭˚. KIM MINGYU

ಇ.⸝⸝ ୭˚. KWON SOONYOUNG

ಇ.⸝⸝ ୭˚. LEE CHAN

ಇ.⸝⸝ ୭˚. LEE JIHOON

ಇ.⸝⸝ ୭˚. LEE SEOKMIN

ಇ.⸝⸝ ୭˚. WEN JUNHUI

ಇ.⸝⸝ ୭˚. XU MINGHAO

ಇ.⸝⸝ ୭˚. YOON JEONGHAN

Seungkwan: Sometimes I wish you could block people in real life.

Joshua: Restraining order.

Junhui: Murder.

office hours — bsk

♡ pairing: boo seungkwan x afab!reader ♡ theme: college au, nonidol!au ♡ wc: ~6.2k ♡ warnings: swearing, smut, reader is gender neutral but wears a skirt, fingering (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex (stay safe y’all), creampie, petnames (f. receiving - baby), fluff at the end if you squint ♡ a/n: this whole thing is a highly self-indulgent fic so if reader is down horrendous for bsk… u know why

‧₊˚✩彡 moodboard by @myhimbomingi ‧₊˚✩彡

You fucking hate Tuesdays. 

There’s nothing actually wrong with your Tuesday schedule - on the contrary it’s probably the best day of the week in terms of lectures and extracurriculars. Your first class of the day, Developmental Psychology, doesn’t start til 11am, so you get to sleep in - always a win in your book. Afterwards you have an hour and a half break, usually spent by eating lunch in the student center and then a visit to the campus library to get some studying done. Then your 2pm Discussion for your Intro to Fiction class, followed by yoga at the gym - and since your work-study job at the Cognitive Research Lab doesn’t have you scheduled for Tuesdays, you get to go home right after. All in all, a pretty laid-back day in your hectic college life.

Except for that stupid 2pm Discussion. 

As a Psychology major you didn’t anticipate having to take any Literature courses, but you needed to fill an elective and Intro to Fiction had a reputation for being a fun, low-stakes course. It also fit conveniently into your Fall Semester schedule, so you signed up. Professor Mendoza turned out to be super nice and never gives any bullshit extra homework, and the assigned books have been surprisingly enjoyable. No, none of that is the problem. 

The problem is the hot TA you’ve inadvertently fallen in love with. 

Your first encounter with Seungkwan had been a bit embarrassing - the first week of the semester you somehow went to the completely wrong building, and even with speed walking you arrived to Discussion about five minutes late. You tried to sneak in quietly but the loud, creaky door hinge had other plans. Twenty-some pairs of eyes turned to stare at the idiot latecomer, but the pair you locked onto were the soft brown ones surrounded by long dark eyelashes, belonging to the blazer-wearing grad student standing at the front of the classroom. 

You would’ve been embarrassed in this situation anyway, but the unexpected eye contact made your stomach drop and your face turn hot. You stood there for a few moments too long, before muttering a feeble “sorry” under your breath as you made your way to the only empty seat in the room - which of course was located at the very front, immediately before the TA. You quickly took your seat and pulled out a notebook (not even the right one, but you were too frazzled to notice). The TA, whose name you missed due to being late, resumed his lecture. You started writing down everything he was saying - definitely not necessary, but you were doing your best to focus without looking up. 

Your face eventually stopped burning up, but this classroom was particularly warm and stuffy. You set down your pen and took your cardigan off, hanging it over the back of the chair. Mindlessly looking up, you look at the TA for the first time since sitting down. He too had discarded his outerwear - the muted brown herringbone blazer now laying aside on the teacher’s desk upon which he was leaning. His dark brown shoes matched his dark pants - which weren’t tight but certainly hugged his thighs nicely, but you tried not to think about that - and he was currently rolling up the sleeves of his medium gray button down - and you definitely tried not to think about that. You put your head back down and focused on your note-taking, transcribing everything without actually processing any of what he said. This was all very strange for you - sure some of your past TAs had been nice looking, but why was this particular one making you this flustered? 

The clock ticked on at an unbearably slow pace. You took your notes and paid no attention, not joining in on the conversation even once. You just have to make it through the hour, you kept telling yourself. But the hour seemed to never end. 

You snap out of it as the TA finally wraps up the class. 

“Don’t forget to read through chapter 5,” he reminds everyone. You realize you don’t even know which book you’re supposed to be reading, but it’s too late to ask now - you’ve looked like enough of a fool today already. Quickly packing your bag, you try to make your escape but as you are heading toward the door the TA calls out to you. Shit.  

“I just need to get your name - for attendance,” he tells you as you turn back around. 

“Oh… yeah,” you reply. You silently curse yourself for how stupid you sound. You tell him your name and he makes note of your attendance in his notes. You try to escape again but not before he sticks his hand out to you. 

“Seungkwan,” he introduces himself. You make the mistake of looking into those big round doe eyes again. He was even more beautiful up close. SHIT. 

You shake his hand, trying to do so as quickly as possible, but he has a very strong grip. 

“Nice to have you in class,” he says warmly. 

“Nicetomeetyoutoo!” you reply, taking your hand back and turning to dart out the door before he can get another word in. 

You don’t look back, so you don’t see how his eyes are glued to you as you hurriedly exit the classroom. 

—

You thought after a few classes you’d get over your dumb little crush on your TA, but four weeks into the semester and it’s only gotten worse. Now that you know where the stupid building is, you always make sure to arrive to Discussion early so you can snag a seat in the very back - as far away from him as you can manage - but this only allows your mind to wander. Watching him from the back of the class, you’ve unintentionally memorized his subtle habits: the way he takes his glasses case out of his bag at the beginning of each class, opening it and wiping the lenses clean with a cloth before placing them on his face with two hands, delicately moving his hair off to the side as not to obscure his vision; the way he leans against the desk, resting his weight on his palms as he listens to the students engage in conversation about the current book; the way he holds his well-worn copy in his left hand when referencing the text, flipping through the dog-eared pages filled with highlights and notes written in ink in the margins, laying the book on the desk pages-down to preserve his place when he goes to write important points on the chalkboard; the way he carefully erases the board as not to create a cloud of dust, wiping his hands together away from his body as not to get chalk on his perfectly pressed clothes; the way he focuses so intently when somebody is speaking, maintaining eye contact and nodding his head slightly, giving them his full attention.

That last one is why you never say a word in that class. You’re pretty sure you would combust on the spot.

Unfortunately, your entire grade for the Discussion portion of the course is based on actually engaging in the discussion - and based on your participation thus far you were right on track for getting an entire zero. I’ll say something next week, you tell yourself - then next week rolls around and you don’t say a damn thing. And repeat. You just hope Seungkwan doesn’t say anything to you. 

But he does. 

You freeze upon hearing your name as you’re gathering your belongings at the end of session. You look up and meet his gaze, doing your best to maintain a relaxed demeanor. It’s only a little eye contact, just chill. 

“Yeah, what’s up?” you respond nonchalantly. He gives you a bit of an inquisitive look, so you add on a polite smile.

“I’ve noticed you haven’t participated at all during discussion so far - you know that’s what I have to grade you on, right?”

“Oh yeah, um- I’ve been… I’ll work on that.”

The look on his face tells you he’s not convinced. “I graded your first essay - you showed exemplary comprehension and your analysis was one of the best ones I’ve read.”

You feel your stomach do a flip. The sudden praise caught you off guard. 

“Oh uh, thank you,” you stammer, trying not to display how flustered you are but undoubtedly failing. 

You make the mistake (again) of making direct eye contact with Seungkwan. It lasts maybe two seconds, but feels like time has slowed; the world has stopped; nothing matters but you and him, standing alone in this room together. You’ve never wanted to impulsively kiss somebody this bad in your life. 

You force yourself back to reality. 

Seungkwan continues. “But, if you’re having some trouble with this particular novel,” he says as he holds up his book, “you can always stop by my office hours with any questions.”

You glance at his copy of Dracula. It’s a standard size paperback, but it looks small in his hand - a hand so strong and defined, yet elegant, fingers long and graceful…

Nope. Not gonna think about that right now. 

“I hold them every Thursday from 3-5pm - in this building, room 430. Top floor - all the way at the end of the hallway.” 

You nod - looking at him without making direct eye contact. “Cool cool. I’ll uh… Thanks, I might take you up on that.”

“Of course,” he replies matter-of-factly. He pauses, then adds with a slight smile, “It is my job after all.” 

Picking up his coat, he heads toward the door, and you follow. He holds the door open for you; as you pass by him you catch the scent of his cologne: woody but fresh, notes of patchouli and bergamot. You utter a soft “Thank you”. He nods chivalrously. 

Exiting the discussion room, he starts heading in the opposite direction as you. “See ya around!” you blurt out suddenly. He pauses - turning over his shoulder, he nods once more at you. “Have a good one,” he responds cordially. Maybe you’re seeing things, but his eyes seem to linger on you for a split second longer than one would expect. 

You watch him walk away for as long as you can get away with without being detected. 

As you make your way to the gym you ruminate over what he told you. Office hours. You didn’t really see a need to go - you weren’t actually having any trouble with the book. And of course office hours are open to all students, but the chance that you might be alone in a room with him again, having a one-on-one conversation…

You try to push the thought aside. You arrive to yoga, prepared to clear your head - but you spend the whole class thinking about Seungkwan. You head home after class, sitting on the bus with your headphones in, blasting your favorite album - but still your mind dwells on your TA. You get home and sit down to continue the novel, reading the next chapter - but you quickly give up. You’re absorbing none of the story, so you’d have to reread it anyway. 

Maybe you will go to office hours after all. 

—

Thursday. You’ve been trying not to think about Seungkwan’s office hours, but of course it’s just the white bear experiment all over again - the harder you tried, the more you ended up thinking about it. Your last class - Statistics - ends at 3:30pm, so you have all day to debate whether to go or not. Damn him for holding them so late in the day. 

Your Stats professor could not be a more uninteresting lecturer if he tried. You spend most of the class stifling your yawns as you do your best to pay attention, to no avail. Finally, the clock hits 3:30 and class is dismissed. You have to make your decision now - so naturally you end up going to the library to procrastinate said decision and mull it over some more. 

After many wasted minutes trying (and failing) to get some homework done, you check the time: 4:19pm. With a sigh you open up your book to leaf through the pages, looking for something you could make up some bullshit question about. Nothing. Mildly peeved, you open your laptop and pull up trusty sparknotes.com. All the discussion questions seem too juvenile, and you’re pretty sure you’d manage to make a fool of yourself if you tried to ask a question you already knew the answer to. 

You decide to abandon your plan to drop by with specific questions and instead just hope and pray there will be other students there so you can simply join in on their conversations. If there aren’t… you’ll just have to figure that out when you get there. 

You make your way to the Literature Studies building, realizing upon your arrival there is no elevator - and your destination is on the top floor. Cursing the building for being old, you trek up the stairs in search of room 430, which - as he mentioned - appears to be at the very end of the hallway. Nearly there, you abruptly decide to backtrack to the restroom you passed to check yourself in the mirror real quick, which turns out to be a mistake because now you’re hyperaware of how anxious (and for some reason, frumpy) you look right now. Nice going you idiot. 

Doing your best to make yourself presentable, you tussle your hair a bit and fix the collar of your shirt back to its proper position. You decide it’s good enough and go to exit the bathroom, pausing when you remember that you have a tinted lip balm you threw in your bag last minute. Rummaging through your bag for a solid 20 seconds, you find the tube at the very bottom and hastily apply it to your lips. Taking a step back, you take a final glance at your reflection - the balm is neutral-colored and fairly subtle, but makes you look slightly less dead. You’ll take the W. 

You make your way back down the hallway toward room 430. Approaching the end of the hall, you hear voices engaged in conversation. You pull out your phone to quickly check the time: 22 minutes of office hours remaining. Good enough, I guess. You’re three steps away from the doorway when you hear a familiar voice chime in - a voice soft and soothing, confident without being cocky. You proceed to enter the office before you have a chance to process how it’s making you feel. 

You find yourself in a room small yet cozy - bookshelves built into the wall that go all the way up to the ceiling, stacked with endless literature: many classics you’ve heard of, many others you haven’t. There’s no overhead lighting, but two antique-ish looking floor lamps illuminate the room with a warm-toned glow. An old, large mahogany desk fills nearly half the room, its accompanying chair vacant. Two fellow classmates are seated in the two smaller chairs facing the dark leather loveseat upon which your TA is currently sitting - reclined, one leg over the other knee, hand on the open book laying face down on the couch next to him. The three faces turn to look at you as you enter, bringing their conversation to a halt. You fucking hate being collectively perceived in any circumstance, but something about the intimacy of the room makes this particular situation even worse than usual. You feel your face start to turn warm but you quickly shove the embarrassment back down. Not today. 

Seungkwan greets you amiably, your name sounding sweet in his mellow voice. “Glad you could make it! Come on in, have a seat.” He picks up the paperback by his side and sets it on his lap, motioning for you to sit next to him. 

Right. Next. To. Him. 

Ignoring the million panic alarms going off in your head, you force a small smile and take your seat. The couch is even smaller than it seemed - there’s maybe two feet between you and him. You’re greeted with the inviting scent of his cologne. 

The two students resume their discussion. You sit there mostly in silence, nodding along, trying not to fixate on Seungkwan’s closeness. But it’s hard to focus on anything other than that - like, really hard.

The twenty-ish minutes pass rather quickly, and the conversation that you’ve contributed nothing to starts to wrap up. The two other students begin packing their bags. You pull out your phone to check the time - 4:57pm. A sense of relief washes over you as you’ll be forced to leave now - no more sitting there anxiously not knowing what to say - but you’re also feeling a little sulky about leaving so soon. You politely say goodbye back to your classmates, who are already on their way out the door. You go to put on your jacket only to discover you never took it off (no wonder it felt so warm in here). Grabbing your book and tossing it in your backpack, you hurry to leave as well before you manage to do or say something to embarrass yourself. 

“Bye! Thank you!” you say cheerily as you step out the door.

“Y/n?”

You stop in your tracks. You turn around to face Seungkwan, who is still sitting on the couch, reclined, with his arm now laying across the back where you just were. That makes you feel a lot of things, which you promptly ignore.

“Yeah?” you reply, hoping a smile will cover your nervousness.

“I believe you took my book.”

You stand there for a moment, confused, before you realize you never took your own copy out. The one you hastily threw into your bag was his. So much for not embarrassing yourself.

“Oh my god I’m SO sorry!!” you blurt out, swinging your backpack around and hurrying to retrieve it.

“It’s alright,” he says with a soft chuckle. “I did set it right next to you.”

You grab his copy out of your bag and hold it out to him sheepishly. He stands up and takes the book in his hand, his fingers brushing yours slightly. You’ve never been electrocuted, but you’re pretty sure what just jolted through your body was a similar sensation.

“Did you have any questions about the book?” he asks before you can bolt out the door. “You didn’t say much in our discussion today-” You open your mouth to apologize again, but he gently puts his hand up to stop you. “I just want to make sure I can help you if you came here with something specific in mind.” 

“Oh, um…” You hesitate, fiddling with your coat sleeve. You decide to tell the truth.  

“Honestly, not really. I kinda just came here to get an idea of how I can participate during class. Cuz, y’know. Don’t really want a zero.”

Seungkwan nods. “Your essays have been very good, I know you’re a highly capable student.” 

You try not to blush. You know he’s just talking about your coursework, but accepting compliments is not your forté. 

“I’m just… not a literature student, so I’m not used to taking classes like these. I guess I just get a little nervous that I’m gonna say something stupid.” You’re not sure why you’re telling him all this. 

“As long as you’ve read and understood the text, you won’t sound stupid - I promise.” 

You look down at the floor. Maybe these are normal things for TAs to say to students, but the fact that you’re kind of in love with him is not helping right now. 

“Besides,” he continues, “I’m the one grading you. I assure you you’ll get a good grade as long as you participate.”

“Well, that’s good news,” you say with a contented smile. You do feel reassured by his words. “Thanks again,” you say, as you turn to leave. 

“Oh, and y/n?”

You lock eyes with him, a recurring habit you seem to be unable to quit. 

“If you ever can’t make my office hours, feel free to email me. I’m sure we can find another time to meet one-on-one.”

One-on-one???

“Oh cool, I… appreciate that.” Does he say that to all his students?? He must, right? Don’t be delusional…

He nods courteously. “See you in class.”

“You too!” you add brightly as you finally head out the door. This time you do look back to see him still looking at you, with an ambiguous look on his face that you cannot decipher.

For the rest of the week, for once, you find yourself looking forward to Tuesday.

—

Tuesday. You resume your usual very-back-of-the-room spot for Discussion - but this time you finally engage in the class’ conversation. You still feel kinda dumb about it, but your TA’s promise of giving you a good grade so long as you participate sticks with you. Besides, who gives a shit what the other students think of you. There is only one person in that room whose opinion you care about, and you seem to have his approval, for reasons unclear to you. Maybe you are just a decent student. But the fact that there’s maybe something else there… You don’t let yourself develop delusions of grandeur, but there’s no crime in being cautiously optimistic. 

On Thursday you find yourself back at office hours, this time arriving a bit earlier - though much to your chagrin the two other students from last time are there again. You’re not sure exactly what you were hoping for if it was just you alone, especially considering you still don’t have any specific questions about the book, but you were kind of hoping it would happen anyway. But alas, you partake in office hours with company. You actually find yourself enjoying these literary discussions a bit, now that you (sort of) know how to engage with them properly.

And so you become a regular at Seungkwan’s office hours - Thursday afternoons quickly becoming the highlight of your week. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happens between you two - and there’s always other students there whenever you attend - but you don’t see any harm in enjoying your time spent with him. 

Per usual, though, as finals approach more and more students start attending as well. One week you show up at 3pm sharp, only to find five students already there asking questions about their essays. You acknowledge that it’s probably just wishful thinking, but he does seem genuinely pleased to see you - pausing his conversation briefly to greet you, your name spoken warmly with a smile on his face. You make a mental note that he doesn’t greet anyone else who enters by name.

Seungkwan maintains a very patient and polite composure, but you get the sense that he is rather irked at the several students who are more or less trying to get him to write part of their essays for them. You chat for a few minutes with a friendly classmate you’ve become acquainted with, but ultimately you both give up on trying to talk to the TA and decide to leave. You sneak a quick glance back as you exit, catching Seungkwan’s eye right before you’re out of his line of sight. Though perhaps you weren’t so sneaky, because once you’re in the hallway your classmate nudges you with her elbow and teases, “Ooooh you have a crush on him don’t you?”

You scoff. “Oh please.”

“No seriously, he looked like a sad puppy seeing you go. You should ask him out.”

You roll your eyes and give her a “Yeah, right,” before casually changing the subject. But her comment sticks with you, and for days your mind keeps coming back to it. You’re hesitant to jump to conclusions, but the fact that she noticed it too… Perhaps you will shoot your shot after all. 

—

Taking advantage of the fact that you didn’t get a chance to speak with him during his regular office hours, you decide to take Seungkwan up on his offer. You did rewrite the email about 15 times, erase it repeatedly, and almost give up entirely, but in the end you came up with a message you deemed solidly good enough:

Hi Seungkwan, I was wondering if you have any availability to meet to discuss the current essay. I have a few questions that I feel would be easier to convey in person. I understand finals are a very busy time though, so if you aren’t available I completely understand. Thank you.

You hit send at 11:57pm on Sunday night, so you figure you’ll get a response the next morning. Before you can even close your laptop, you get an email notification.

Hi y/n, I’d be happy to meet with you. Are you available Tuesday evening after 6pm? I apologize for the odd hours, but that would be the most ideal time for me. However, if that does not work for you I’m sure we can figure something out.  Seungkwan

You sit and stare at your screen rereading it for a good five minutes. You hit the reply button.

Sure, that works for me! Thank you - I really appreciate it.

The light ping of a notification returns within seconds.

Of course, y/n. See you then.

You shut your laptop, your hand resting on top of it as your mind races, rapidly cycling between excited and anxious. You keep telling yourself to lower your expectations: you’re simply meeting with your TA to discuss your essay - which, you don’t actually have any questions about, so now you’ll have to make some shit up. But that can be a tomorrow problem. Tonight, you go to bed, half-coherent thoughts of literature, exams, and a certain pair of soft brown eyes floating around in your mind as you drift off to sleep. 

—

You wake up on Tuesday and immediately enter into panic mode. You can’t seem to focus on anything other than your date meeting with Seungkwan later - which of course you expected, but it’s pretty inconvenient considering you have so much to do with finals rapidly drawing near. Your Discussion class is finished for the semester, so you won’t be seeing him until evening - you’re not sure if this makes things better or worse, but it is what it is. You spend the entire afternoon in the library, sitting amongst the stacks, sort of studying but mostly doing a whole fucking lot of daydreaming instead.

After several hours of minimal productivity, you check the time: 5:36pm. You feel your heart start to beat faster. Since you’re clearly not going to get anything else done, you pack up your belongings and make your way to the Literature building. Might as well get there a little early.

You climb the four flights of stairs to the top floor, the building strangely empty. Making your way down to the very end of the hallway you wonder if Seungkwan will even be there yet or if you’ve arrived early for nothing - but as you approach you notice the door is ajar, the unexpected sound of alt rock music greeting your ears. You knock lightly on the doorframe as you poke your head into the office. Seungkwan, seated behind the large mahogany desk, seemingly absorbed in something on his laptop, looks up - you’ve clearly caught him a bit off guard.

“Hi, sorry - I’m a little early,” you apologize.

His face lights up in a warm smile. “No, uh - that’s alright!” he replies cheerfully. “Go ahead, take a seat,” he says as he gestures to the couch. 

You plop your backpack down on the ground and remove your coat, carefully tucking your skirt (a rare choice of clothing for you, but you figured fuck it, why not) under yourself as you take a seat on the comfy sofa. Seungkwan turns the music down to a faintly audible volume and rises from his desk chair, making his way over to you. You expected him to sit in the armchair across from you, but he comes and joins you on the couch instead. You can practically hear the rapid thumpthumpthumpthump of your heartbeat. 

“So, tell me about your essay,” he starts. His eyes linger on yours.  “What did you have questions about?”

Nonchalantly taking a deep breath, you take out your laptop and open it, pulling up your draft file. You basically had your paper planned out already, but you made up some questions to ask so as not to give away the fact that you literally had no academic reason to be here. You begin to explain your first question, which turns out to be an extremely difficult feat with him not only sitting so close to you, but also gazing at you softly, listening intently. You decide to avoid eye contact almost entirely. 

You chat about your essay topic for what feels like an eternity (you glance at the clock on your computer - it’s been 14 minutes). You’re in the middle of discussing the second point of your thesis when he interjects.

“Y/n, why are you really here?”

You feel the blood drain from your face. He’s onto me. It’s over.

“It’s very clear that you understand the book perfectly well. I really don’t think you need my help.”

You slowly look up at him, hesitating before opening your mouth to try and bullshit some response, but nothing comes out. 

“You know, I don’t normally schedule one-on-one office hours with students outside of my usual times.”

The blood comes rushing back to your cheeks. You feel like a fucking idiot.

“I’msosorry,” you blurt out. “I really wasn’t trying to waste your time I-”

“That’s not what I mean, y/n.”

You freeze. Does he mean…

Before you can even finish that thought he kisses you.

His hand cradles your face gently, drawing you closer to him as he presses his lips onto yours, electricity pulsing through your entire body - all you can think about is the way his lips feel, the way he softly brushes your cheek with his thumb, the way you want to throw your laptop across the room and throw yourself onto him so you can kiss him even more. 

As if he read your mind, he reaches down (still kissing you) and closes your laptop, picking it up and setting it aside carefully. You lap now vacant, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your body into his, his soft kiss becoming more fervent. Your hand rests on his chest as you kiss him back - you feel the energy of his heart beating, at the same pace as yours, through the cozy sweater he has on. After several seconds (minutes? hours?) his lips part from yours, the sudden lack of sensation leaving you immediately longing for more; they linger mere inches from your face as your eyes meet his sensuous gaze. 

“Just one second,” he says in a voice barely above a whisper.

Seungkwan gets up and swiftly shuts the door - you hear the deep, satisfying thunk of the old door closing, followed by the subtle click of the lock. He then walks over to the desk to turn the music up to a decent volume before making his way back over to the couch. He barely resumes his seat before grasping onto you desperately, his face buried as he begins to kiss your neck. You let out a sigh at the unexpected sensation, wrapping your arms around his torso and drawing him in even tighter. His large hands caress your back as if trying to commit your shape to memory, as your hand slowly makes its way down his side - stopping when you reach his belt, resting on the waistline of his jeans which are very obviously becoming tighter by the second. 

You hesitate at first, but eventually your hand continues downward; Seungkwan sharply inhales as it lands on his growing bulge, his body tensing up against yours. He pulls his face from the crook of your neck, his lips immediately finding yours again, indulging in another kiss as he pulls you over onto his lap. You begin making out with him, your hand holding his warm, flushed cheek; your core, now exposed aside from the barrier of your underwear, presses against the hardness in his pants, causing soft moans to escape from the both of you. Before long, your hips begin to rock back and forth, grinding on his clothed cock - lightly at first, but with increasing intensity. You break away from his kiss; he looks at you, his eyelids heavy.

“Y/n…” he breathes out as he starts to kiss you again, “you don’t know how… wanted you so bad…”

“Me too,” you mutter.

He slides his hand under your skirt, finding your clit and beginning to circle it gently through your soaked underwear, causing you to whine softly.

“Oh fuck, you’re so wet,” he says in a low, husky voice, his fingertips increasing their pace against the sensitive bud. He then slips his finger under the hem of your panties, pulling them aside to expose your already-swollen cunt, the sharpness of the cool air hitting its wetness. You cry out as he slides one finger into you, followed by another, his thumb continuing to caress your clit. Your hips begin to rock again, fucking yourself against his perfectly-curled fingers that are hitting you in all the right spots, your speed quickly increasing with the overwhelming pleasure that has taken over your entire body. You feel it welling in your stomach, your orgasm growing nearer with each movement. You’re about to lose it when he slows your pace, looking at you with lust-filled eyes - you can tell what it is he wants. 

You reach down and undo his belt, unfastening his button and drawing down the zipper. His jeans out of the way, you pull the band of his underwear down, freeing his hardened cock - he lets out a groan as you begin to stroke its length. Precum has already begun to form, your fingers taking the wetness and gliding it over the head. 

“Please… wanna fuck you so bad…” He’s practically whimpering at this point.

You slide your pussy up and down his length a few times, causing him to recline his head against the couch as he breathes heavily. Finally you take his cock in your hand, placing it at your entrance and lowering yourself onto him, crying out at the sudden sensation of fullness. He groans as you slowly begin to ride him, his length hitting you in the perfect spot; you have to bite your lip to control yourself from becoming too loud - it feels even better than you’d ever imagined.

You begin to pick up the pace, bouncing on his cock as the sensation in your stomach begins to build again, even stronger now with him inside you. Your cries involuntarily become louder, prompting him to place his other hand over your mouth.

“Shhh, baby - don’t want anyone to hear us.”

You nod, tears welling in your eyes.

His soft grunts become more frequent - you can tell he’s getting close. Your walls squeeze around him tightly as you’re also nearing orgasm. He drops his hand from your mouth so he can grab onto your hips with both hands, holding you tight as he thrusts into you, full of vigor. 

“Fuck, I’m so close,” he says, his voice low and gruff.

“Want you to cum in me,” you reply breathily. He nods eagerly. You’re nearly there yourself. You cling to his face, giving him one more kiss before you can’t hold it in any longer.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum,” you manage to get out before the white-hot sensation takes over your whole body. You cry out, your walls clenching around him, immediately sending him over the edge - his cock pulses as you feel his cum release inside you. 

As you come down from your high your body melts into his as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in. He plants a few soft kisses on your cheek as you sink into him, his cock still inside you. You lay there peacefully for an unknown amount of minutes, the rock music still playing in the background as he rubs your back gently. Eventually you sit up, pressing your nose against his.

“Does this mean I get an A?” you ask jokingly.

He laughs, his nose crinkling as he smiles. “You were going to get one anyway, I assure you the fact that I just had the best sex of my life will have no impact on your grade.”

You break out into laughter. You pause, then ask hesitantly, “Soooo, what does this mean?”

His brown eyes rest on yours. “Well, I suppose we’ll have to figure that out later,” he says pragmatically. A slight tinge of sadness comes across your face, but before you can say anything he continues.

“How does tonight over dinner sound?”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help but smile back at him. 

“I think that sounds perfect.”

[end]

Short rant about our 95z line.

Yesterday was already a very emotional day for us Carats especially after Circles. And I appreciated them then how they comforted Woozi and Wonwoo. Only Joshua was physically trying to comfort Woozi. The other two just watched and helped with their presence. Subtly helped the other member to comfort the two.

But today they were even better. All three were the first fo go to Woozi to comfort him. And after that as they are sat for their ending ment they just observed how Minghao gave him the picture (what also happend because of Jeonghan).

That isn't to say the other members weren't great because the opposite is true. I just love that we can see that they talked about moments like this how every single one likes to get comforted and give them their personal space if they needed it. Those two incidents gave us the view again of the Seventeen family that we mostly just see joking around and bicker but who are actually very connected with eachother.

Unpopular opinion:

I kinda like that Seventeen (see JH, SK) talk about their enlistment. And in Jeonghans case, even in a comedic way. Maybe, because it is similar to my coping mechanisms. But everybody knows they need to go, so why not talk about it in a kind of positive way. (Silence does not make it easier, in my opinion) We are going to be sad either way. Let's make it easier with tears in our eyes but a smile on our lips.