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Could I please request HHU with keeping their s/o close in a festival/crowd? how they hold them like are touchy and possessive or are YOU the one keeping them from getting lost
this is so cute ☹️ hope u like it anon!!
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SEUNGCHEOL
seungcheol doesn’t really hold onto you at all, he’d let you do your own thing at a music festival or event.
he does, however, keep glancing at you to make sure you’re doing okay, if he sees the cup of lemonade you’re holding in your hand running low he’ll wordlessly slip away to get you a refill.
he’d let you enjoy yourself freely. however, if he spots someone attempting to get too comfortable with you, he’d silently slide beside you. either resting a hand on your waist or acting as a barrier between you and the stranger. his heart swells when you smile up at him gratefully.
WONWOO
he’d hold your hand in a crowd tightly. more for his sake than yours. your tendency to wander after things that catch your attention has been a source of worry for wonwoo one too many times.
he’d let your hand go only when you’re planted right next to him and chewing on the stick of cotton candy in your hand, the other on your phone busy documenting your 3rd snack of the day. wonwoo would offer his arm to you as you both start walking again, making sure your arms are linked tight while you work your way through the cotton candy.
and when the crowd finally thins, he’d slip his arm around your shoulders and you’d slide your hand into the back pocket of his jeans. and this is how you’d go about the rest of your day.
MINGYU
this one is protective like it’s a full time job. at a party while you mingle with other guests he’d have his eyes trained on the people around you, scanning the room for any unwanted attention.
mingyu would hold both of your drinks in his hands, not trusting other people to go near what you’d been sipping on throughout the night. if you needed the bathroom, best believe he’d be standing right outside.
but he wouldn’t be overbearing, choosing to keep an eye on you and your surroundings while you freely chat to others and dance to the music. sure, he’s a touchy boyfriend, but any skin ship could wait until you two were home. for now he’d just be on guard as you enjoyed your night.
VERNON
hand holder #2. he’d have your hand in his all night, especially considering you were the only reason he’d come to the market in the first place. as you make your way through the crowd, vernon is behind you the entire time, fingers interlocked.
he wouldn’t interfere beyond gently tugging you away from objects you may bump into or picking fluff out of your hair. he’d be content just letting you do your thing and tagging along.
keeps your hand in his even when the crowd thins. not for worry of you wandering about, but just for the comfort of knowing that you’re beside him. bonus boyfriend points because he’d smile sweetly into the camera when you ask him to, despite being in the middle of a busy market.
— HEY NOW, WE’LL BE OKAY. -> hhu.
“I don’t care, I love you anyhow. It is too late to turn you out of my heart. Part of you lives there.” — a self portrait in letters × anne sexton.
Their parents don’t approve your relationship. After a night where things don’t go as planned, the boys are left mending your broken heart.
wc: 1,6k overall. a/n: i focused more on their reaction after the fight, so this is them easing reader’s insecurities! if you wanted something else lmk! im editing this later~ warnings/tags: gn reader, fluff, hurt/comfort. request!
You both barely step foot inside your place before he opens his mouth, like he was waiting impatiently for some privacy to fix talk.
“You’re overthinking, love.” Seungcheol scolds, hands on his hips as he stares at you with a disapproving look, akin to his father’s.
You shiver at the thought, reminiscing tonight’s failure as you shake your head. “No, I’m not.”
“Are so,” he pouts, linking his arms around your waist. “And you need to stop doing it, whatever your pretty head is thinking about right now, stop it.”
You click your tongue, rolling your eyes. “There’s nothing else to think about after tonight, Cheol, is there.”
It’s a bitter remark, not a question. You sound defeated and utterly sad, and his heart breaks a little seeing you in this shape, but Seungcheol is having none of it. He grabs you by the shoulders, his gaze burning you. “Don’t you dare say that again. Don’t you tell me we don’t belong together, like they said, just because they said it. I love you, and if you don’t love me back, you can look at me in the eyes and say it.”
Silence. Cheol’s looking at you dead in the eye, intensely, yet so lovingly and gently because he can’t scold you for real, not really, and that’s so undoubtedly him that it makes your head all dizzy. “Jeez,” you chuckle, shaking your head with a heart much lighter.
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some lalali mingyu memes from me and a friend bc ik you're thinking about him too
Hip-hop team in Seventeen’s seasons greetings photoshoot
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BOUND 2 FALLING IN LOVE | HHU
pairing : hhu x reader
WHAT ! - cute tropes that i think make you and the hhu bounded (based on a tiktok trend a while ago)
warnings : relationshippy stuff T-T
s.coups - someone who always speaks up for his beliefs & someone who doesnt speak up for themselves
BOUND 2 FALLING IN LOVE
seungcheol was a stubborn man, once he sets his opinion on something hes not changing his mind until you fully convince him (which takes forever). so when he realized that you didnt really like confrontation he understood that and didnt want to pressure you into anything but would do it for you
if the waiter got your order wrong (he orders for you) instead of you accepting whats been given to you, he’ll call back the waiter for them to fix it. speaking of ordering for you, he’ll definitely know what you want based on what you like but always makes sure and double checks with you then orders it. if your order was specific, hes got it, and no need to be ashamed he will hold up the line no hesitation for you to get what you want
seungcheol will always be your voice if you need him to be
wonwoo - someone who carries in video games & someone who sucks at them
BOUND 2 FALLING IN LOVE
now whenever wonwoo plays with you, as soon as he sees “YOUR TEAMMATE IS DOWN” notification pop up on his screen to not take it as seriously as he did before. as soon as the message shows up he just shakes his head and smiles running back to revive you even if hes being aimed at
wonwoos lips curl up to a smile each time he hears you rage, whether when playing with you or not. if hes with you playing, he’ll let out a little “its okay” or if hes in the living room scrolling on his phone or reading he’ll walk over to where youre playing and hug you or put his hands over yours and guide you to win.
(wonwoo would def let you play on his account even if you make him lose his ranks)
mingyu - golden retriever & black cat
BOUND 2 FALLING IN LOVE
i believe every black cat needs their golden retriever. some days mingyu needs someone to calm him and some days you need someone to recharge you. hes always following you, just curious of what youre doing, even if youre doing the most mundane thing he just likes hanging around you.
his number one hobby is annoying you, he will repeat the same sentence 28 times to make sure you heard it and will only stop if you coo him. on those days you do want to be alone or accidentally snap on him he wont get mad at you, he’ll remind you hes there for you and leave you alone. definitely sulks but isnt mad at you, when you finally come back youre getting smothered but makes up for lost time
woof woof meow meow (i have no side note for this)
vernon - listener & yapper
BOUND 2 FALLING IN LOVE
vernon loves coming home to you. he loves knowing that theres gonna be a new ‘episode’ to his very own podcast. everyday you have a new story and the same listener, so as soon as he gets out of work, he speeds home and quickly freshens up before laying next to you in the bed with his head resting on your shoulder as you talk.
he loves hearing about your new fixation, new work drama, or just about you. and dont let his looks fool you, he listens very well. if you were packing for a trip you talked about a week ago and forgot what you needed to pack the most he automatically reminds you. he never forgets anything you tell him and never will as long as it comes out of your mouth
(he has a little notes app of the things you tell him :’-()
hhu’s love languages (nsfw)
seungcheol —; biting
oh, how he loves to sink his teeth into your precious skin.
he’ll admit it—it’s a little bit (read: a lot) of a possessive thing. it’s not enough for him to have you face down, ass up, writhing underneath him as he pounds you into tomorrow. he just can’t resist from leaning over you, pressing his broad, sweat-slicked chest to your back, and clamping down on the curve of your neck with his teeth.
it doesn’t help that you say his name so pretty when he does; a breathy, high-pitched moan of two syllables—“cheollie,”—that drives him to insanity.
and it’s not just your neck that falls victim to his bite. it’s his favourite, yes—it’s easily accessible in all of your favourite positions, after all. but no part of you is safe.
when his head is between your legs, he kisses up along your calf, mouths at the fat of your thigh before you feel the soft sting of his teeth sinking into it. only then is he satisfied. only then does he give you what you want: his mouth on your pussy as he eats you out so good it leaves your entire body shaking.
when you’re sat in his lap, bouncing on his cock like a bitch in heat despite the way your thighs burn, his mouth finds your tits like a moth to a flame. they’re sensitive, he knows that, so he’s considerate enough to go a little easier on them, nibbling at the soft skin. he’ll still leave his mark on them, of course, only instead of bite marks he litters your chest with dark little love bites.
he loves nothing more than seeing your reaction to his dirty little habit. when you waddle off to the bathroom and leave him laying there in post-orgasm bliss, a yelp of his name has him grinning and jumping to his feet.
he finds you glaring at the mirror, with your hair a mess and your features flustered from the sight of the perfect teeth indentation on your right shoulder.
“i look like a shark attack survivor! how am i supposed to cover this?” you ask, exasperated.
and the worst thing about choi seungcheol is how hard it is to be mad at him. when he presses himself against you, snakes his arms around your waist, and drops his head to dot kisses all over the mark in question, you find yourself melting into him with an ease like it’s ingrained in you.
eventually, he speaks up, muttering his words into your skin: “don’t cover it.”
wonwoo —; hand holding
wonwoo, your sweet wonwoo. so shy that he gets flustered when you hold his hand in public.
in the dim lighting of your bedroom, though, he’s not so shy. in fact it’s you who’s flustered, your body searing hot, your head spinning from the weight of your boyfriend on top of you.
he’s got you manhandled onto your stomach, kneeling between your spread legs, fucking you like he’s trying to carve the shape of his cock into your very womb. what’s worse is the way his hands, lithe and pretty, take yours, pinning you to the mattress so he can drive his hips harder into you.
“w-wonwoo,” you sob, squeezing and grasping at the fingers that are laced with yours.
“hmm? what’s wrong, pretty girl?” he asks, practically cooing into your ear. “can’t take it?”
“i can,” you whimper, clenching around him, pressing your hips up into his thrusts. to show him.
“yeah, there you go. fuck, take my cock so good, don’t you?”
if you were to try and tell anyone that jeon wonwoo was capable of speaking like this, you’re sure they wouldn’t believe you. the wonwoo who can barely hold your hand in front of others, let alone kiss you? that wonwoo?
it’s the same wonwoo who fucks your face without remorse, who fingers you until you squirt, who eats you out until you can’t feel your legs—that wonwoo. and the best thing about him is that he’ll hold your hand through all of them, even as he abuses your poor cunt, like it’s reassurance. a touch of mercy to remind you he’s still your boyfriend who loves you so much even if he fucks you like an ex.
after all, he is a romantic. what’s more romantic than your pretty boyfriend holding your hands when he’s fucking your brains out?
mingyu —; choking
it may or may not be his habit of playfully grabbing his members by their neck that floods your mind with the idea of being in their place.
you’ve always had a thing for mingyu’s hands, even before you’d started dating him. the sheer size of them, the thickness of his fingers—all of it would have you squeezing your thighs together at just the thought of what he could use them for. (to make you see heaven and above, as you came to find out).
but mingyu is a gentleman in the most literal sense of the word. he’s big, he’s strong, and he compensates for that by treating you like glass. not that he doesn’t fuck you hard when you ask, but putting his hands around your neck is not something that even enters his mind. he’d let himself be struck dead before he’d use his strength to harm you.
fortunately, you’re good at getting your way with him—especially when he’s got his dick buried inside you. every last shred of his rationality goes straight out the window the moment he feels the hot, wet embrace of your pussy around him.
he grabs at your hips, your thighs, your tits; his fingers cling to every inch of your skin to keep himself from falling over the edge of insanity because you’re so fucking tight around him that it’s dizzying.
“gyu,” you moan, and he’s alert in an instant, like a dog called on by its owner, ready for his next command. “choke me?”
his thrusts falter and his features are questioning, yet you don’t miss the way his cock throbs against your walls at your words.
“baby, i don’t know if i should-”
“please, gyu?” you plead, gazing up at him, tightening your thighs where they’re wrapped around your waist. “for me?”
and kim mingyu is many things, but tenacious is not one of them.
when it comes to you he’s hopeless, nothing but a weak fool in love. it’s why he doesn’t stop you when you take him by his wrist and guide his giant hand to sit just above your clavicle. you don’t make him squeeze or anything, you leave that up to him. you just want him to see it, to feel it. to get a glimpse into the fantasy you’ve been keeping from him.
his hips slow, his eyes darkening as he gazes down at you with an affection you’ve never seen from him. gently, his fingers, which almost wrap around the entire circumference of your neck, start to press. it’s barely enough pressure to tickle, but fuck, it’s so hot it sends your eyes rolling back.
suddenly mingyu gets it. adrenaline flushes through his body and goes straight to his cock—it’s a sight he wants etched into his brain forever. your eyes hazy, a tiny, content smile on your kiss-swollen lips, his massive hand gripping your neck as he fucks you with a new kind of fervour. he gets it, and he can’t believe he didn’t get it sooner.
you can see it clearly—how, in just a matter of time, he’ll have his forehead pressed to yours, his cock grazing the spot that has you seeing stars over and over while his hand cuts off your airflow, choking you hard, the way you’ve always wanted.
vernon —; spitting
is it cliche and predictable to assign him this? maybe. but what if he’s not the one doing the spitting?
he’s a little bit obsessed with letting you do what you want with him. it’s not a dom or sub thing—vernon’s an easygoing guy in all aspects of life, and if you feel like sitting in his lap and making out with him until you’re both gasping for air, the last thing he’ll do is complain.
his favourite thing of all is when you ride him. fuck, everything about you is mesmerising; the way you grind your hips over his cock so expertly, the way you brace your hands against his chest, letting your nails rake into his skin ever so often, the way your head tips backwards and your moans spill out in the sweetest song.
vernon gazes up at you like you put the stars in the sky, like you brought about life itself, like he can’t believe he’s the one who gets to see you like this. his eyes, dark, round, and glimmering, are a picture of how enamoured he is with you. he has no idea how crazy it drives you.
it’s natural the way your hand reaches for his cheek, the way your thumb moves to glide over his lips, soft and puffy. vernon falls in love for the millionth time when you dip it inside his mouth, push it gently against his tongue, gathering up his spit on the tip of your finger. it makes his dick jump to be at your mercy like this. his hips buck up into yours, desperate to drive himself even deeper into the addictive heat of your cunt.
you press his mouth open, just slightly, just enough, and lean forward. a pearl of your saliva, of you, lands in the centre of his tongue, and he doesn’t have time to swallow it before your mouth finds his, kissing him with greed. it’s messy—lips smacking, your moans mingling with his, but the thing about vernon is that you cannot get enough of him. even though he’s inside you and you’re skin to skin with and your mouths are connected.
you pull away, your grin cat-like, your attention shifting back to the stretch of his cock as you bounce up and down him with a newfound desperation.
“god, you’re hot,” he whispers, his own lips quirking into a fucked-out smile.
“yeah? you like it when i spit in your mouth, hansollie? so dirty,” you reply.
he doesn’t last much longer after that.
showtime
about them watching a concert with you.
with: seventeen hip-hop unit
seungcheol is the one who shouts the lyrics as loud as you, jumping and boosting with energy like he's the one performing, and making sure to record videos of you, his star, or both of you, singing together and enjoying the show, just so he can keep these special moments with him.
mingyu likes to hold you from behind and sway you side to side at every romantic song, singing right near your ear in a soothing tone, making sure to dedicate all of those sweet loving words only to you. He takes the chance to leave small kisses on your temple, breathing your scent and sharing his warmth and heart with you.
wonwoo has a habit of glancing at you every few minutes as you sing along the crowd, like he's trying to capture every single feature of you enjoying the moment. And when your eyes meet, he gives you a warm smile, that with all letters means: "I'm happy to be here. I'm happy to be with you."
vernon knows at least half of the setlist songs's lyrics, and loves to simply sing with his heart. But instead of singing for the artist, he likes to sing for you, loving the duet that you both create just like when you're listening to the music indoors. Singing along with you is surely the best moment for him.
a/n: I'm so in love with this. I want to make more.
© sunalee 2024 — all rights reserved.
Hello again! can you do like, sub!seventeen reacting to the reader cockwarming them?? like their pov?? goodness i just wanna imagine how cute and shy and sensitive they would look like, everytime the reader would actually move and react because they're watching the tv, and how they would react of how it feels.. Thanks you Author!
Here you go! I know this took a while (like a long while) so I'm really sorry 😖 I also apologize if this wasn't exactly what you were looking for but here you go! (I split it up into the different Units cause there are too many of them lol)
Svt Reaction to Cockwarming (Hip-Hop Unit)
Seungcheol
When you had told him that you wanted to try something new, he thought that you would want to try out some new toys or make him go to practice with a plug or something of that nature, not this. You were both on the couch, watching what seemed like one of his favorite movies, but he wasn't really paying attention. How could he when he was buried to the hilt inside of you. You were leaning back into him with his arms wrapped around your waist, all your attention on the movie in front of you. Seungcheol's mind was hyper focused on the way your warm walls hugged his cock, making him bite his lip and try to subtly grind up into you. You immediately noticed and landed a harsh slap to his thigh, making him whimper.
"Stop moving."
"But-" He shut his mouth as soon as you turned to glare at him. He sucked in a breath and squeezed his eyes shut as you adjusted so you were more comfortable. You smirked at the way he whimpered and whined behind you. You would definitely start using this as a punishment.
Wonwoo
Wonwoo was usually pretty quiet in bed, not uttering more than a low groan or quiet whimper, so you had decided to change that. You wanted to see if you could break him, make him scream louder than he ever had before; your boyfriend had a beautiful voice so you were sure his moans would be angelic. That was exactly why you had been sitting on his dick without moving for the past thirty minutes. He whined, tugging at the handcuffs secured around his wrists to try to get you to move. Your warmth wrapped around him almost made his mind numb, and it didn't help that you would squeeze around him every few minutes to make sure he wasn't too comfortable. His ears burned in embarrassment as you squeezed around him again making him whimper louder before he finally broke.
"F-fuck! Please! I c-can't take it anymore! Please move, I'm begging you! I-I need it- I need you! Please!" His face was on fire as tears threatened to fall from his eyes, embarrassed by the words that had fallen from his lips. You smirked before rocking your hips once, admiring the artwork you had created once the tears he tried to desperately hold back cascaded down his cheeks while his eyes squeezed shut. Your smirk only grew as you listened to his cries for you to start moving again, begging and pleading for you like a whore; just how you liked it.
Mingyu
"Hush puppy. You don't want everyone to find out what a naughty boy you are, do you?" Mingyu only whimpered quietly in response, shaking his head. You were currently sitting on your boyfriend's lap at the boys weekly movie night. It had only taken a few minutes for him to start shifting around and you realized that he had gotten hard. So now you were watching the movie with Mingyu's cock buried inside of you. He was trying to stay still (since you had told him that you would reward him later if he did) but it was much harder than he had thought it would be. Even when you weren't moving, your walls felt so good around him. Every once in a while he would absentmindedly start to rock his hips up into yours, so you would have to pinch his thigh to make him stop. He was letting quiet whimpers and whines escape him every few minutes from the overwhelming pleasure that wracked his body. His ears were bright red as he thought about getting caught by one of the boys. If the way his cock twitched inside of you was any hint, he didn't think he would really mind that much.
Vernon
Vernon's hands grasped at your back, the fabric bunching up in his hands while he buried his face in your neck. His cheeks were a bright red and his breathing was heavy, almost silent whimpers leaving his lips as he tried his hardest to keep quiet. His body was burning as your warm walls swallowed his cock while you sat on his lap. He jolted as you squeezed around him again, a laugh bubbling from your throat in response to someone on the other line of your phone call. You had repeatedly told him this call was important, as it was one from your boss, but he was uncharacteristically needy today and he kept pouting and silently pleading with you to do something- anything! He realized how foolish that was when you had instructed him to stay quiet while you were on the phone, all while you would sit unmoving on his cock. He nuzzled into your neck, hands tightening on your shirt as you adjusted yourself to be more comfortable. He pulled away from your neck for a moment, making you turn to look at him as he stared at you with pleading eyes. You simply smirked, squeezing your walls around him as you returned to your conversation. Vernon balled his hand in a fist, bringing it up to bite on the first two fingers to muffled the pathetic whimper that fell past his lips. He could feel the tears of frustration prick at the back of his eyes as he realized you were going to milk that call for as long as you could.
