seventeen as two feet songs - hhu vers.
-> pairing : seventeen hhu x fem!reader
-> words count : 1.9k words
-> genre : smut, angst
-> warnings : depiction of toxic relationships, oral (f. receiving), riding, unprotected sex, hate sex, use of 'brat' & 'slut', hair pulling, doggystyle, cursing, spanking, begging, sub/dom dynamics, handjob, choking, jealousy & possessiveness, alcohol consumption
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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL - QUICK MUSICAL DOODLES
"you remember, you remember my love"
→ Ending a relationship was never easy, and it was even more difficult when you were parting ways because of something that was out of your control. Because your love story with Seungcheol didn’t end because you stopped loving him, or that he did, but because of his company. So when he crossed paths with you at the birthday party of a common friend, it was like he was struck by thunder, he didn’t hesitate to try and make things right.
“- I’m sorry, I’m so sorry baby…”
You answered with a whine, pulling on his strand of hair to push his head back in between your thighs. And he immediately went back to it : his tongue lapping at your juices hungrily, his teeth occasionally scraping at your sensitive clit and his fingers teasing your entrance. Despite all this time apart, he still knew how to please you, how to make you feel insane.
“- Cheol… Fuck, don’t stop…”
He hummed against your folds, keeping up the pace he knew you liked so much. Because he missed you, missed your taste and the sounds you made, missed your hands in his hair and the way you moaned his name.
“- Go on, princess, cum on my face.”
"our love is burnt, our love is burnt in the sun"
→ When you were still together, you were often visiting Seungcheol when he worked late in his studio. And you knew it was bad to pick up that habit again, but you just couldn’t help it. You needed him, even if you only got half of what you really wanted.
“- Shit… You feel so good princess…”
That old nickname still made your insides swirl, still made you feel like the most special person of his life. You closed your eyes as you started to rock your hips back and forth on top of him, holding onto his muscular shoulders for support. And you loved the way he looked, abandoned to the pleasure. And he loved the way you looked, blissed out in between his arms.
“- I missed you…”
His words shouldn’t have hurt you that much, and you shouldn’t have let it hurt you that much. So you leaned in to kiss him, in hopes it would stop your thoughts and worries. Because you knew for a fact that Seungcheol wasn’t ready to let go of his career for you. But he felt too good to let him go.
“- I’m so close Cheol…”
As you fell apart on top of him, Seungcheol felt like he was alive again. But he knew very well that this couldn’t last. But he was like a butterfly inexorably attracted by light : he couldn’t stop.
JEON WONWOO - LOST THE GAME
"i won’t fight with you girl, know that you’re right and know that i’m wrong"
→ Wonwoo wasn’t one to hate people, or even to dislike them. His friends would say he was too nice, you would probably say that he was too naive. Because the problem laid there : you. You were his problem, the one that kept him awake at night because of how infuriating you were.
“- You can’t always be right Y/N, your ego is showing.”
He felt quite proud of the way you seemed offended by his comment, because you needed a reality check in his opinion.
“- My ego ? Quite bold to say that when you’re the one who can’t help but brag about everything he ever did.”
Just like he always knew what to say to anger you, you always knew how to hit a nerve too. And Wonwoo hated how easy it was for you to make him feel like he was going insane just listening to your reproaches. And it was such a shame to have a personality as bad as yours when you looked too pretty to be looked at. If only you weren’t so damn annoying.
“- Well, unlike you, I do something with my life.”
This time, you didn’t let it slide, and Wonwoo knew you wouldn’t. He was ready for the way you would scream at him, or even try to slap him across his face. But he sure wasn’t ready for the way you grabbed him by his collar and kissed him. But for once, he didn’t put up a fight, and it didn’t matter if he lost.
"and what can i do ? i know it’s over, ‘cause i lost the game, i can’t get lower"
→ “- You’re just a fucking brat with an attitude. As soon as you get my cock you become a slut, don’t you ?”
You wanted to answer, you really wanted to talk back like you always did, but the way Wonwoo had you bent over the couch, his cock hitting all the right places, rendered you unable to say anything more than a mumbled string of incoherent words.
“- Where did that big mouth of yours go, babygirl ?
- S-Shut up…”
A harsh slap landed on your ass, and your voice broke as you moaned louder. It was really a crime that such a madenning guy was also the most handsome man you had ever seen, and quite possibly the best fuck you’ve ever had.
“- That’s not what good girls say when they want cum.”
You were not one to beg, you never begged for anyone before in your life. But the way Wonwoo made you feel, the way he seemed to be able to please you without even trying drove you insane. And Wonwoo didn’t like your lack of immediate response, his fingers tangling in between your strands of hair and pulling on it harshly. His lips brushed against your ear as he sped up the rhythm of his thrusts, his low groans turning you on even more.
“- Answer, slut.
- Please… Please let me cum.”
And as Wonwoo made you fall apart on his dick, you really wondered who had lost the game in the end.
KIM MINGYU - TELL ME THE TRUTH
"i feel myself go insane, i’ve got a lot i cannot say"
→ Mingyu had never been good at separating sex from feelings. Every time he tried that friends with benefits thing, or even just had a one night stand, he couldn’t help but catch feelings for the girl. He just couldn’t help it, he was a romantic at heart after all. But when you made out with him, a little bit drunk at a party, and you asked him if he wanted to finish the night at yours, he said yes. And that’s where it all started.
“- What did I say ? Hands off, baby…”
Mingyu whined, but he still obeyed and put his hand back onto the mattress, letting you slowly jerk him off, fully naked on top of him. This wasn’t how your friendship was supposed to go, but was he really mad about it when you had his eyes rolling to the back of his head as soon as you wrapped your lips around his tip ?
“- Oh my god… Y/N…”
He heard your borderline mocking chuckles, but he didn’t care how desperate he looked : you made him melt with just one look, he just couldn’t resist you.
“- You like that ? You like it when I take care of you.”
Mingyu nodded eagerly, thrusting his hips up into the tight ring of your fist, loving your hands on him a bit too much. So much that he knew he was falling for you. So much that he knew he had to do something about it before he lost it.
"so tell me the truth, my baby, baby, is it me, is it you ?"
→ “- Can I come over tonight ? I miss you…”
This phone call had become a regular occurrence, maybe too much. But Mingyu couldn’t say no to you, he just couldn’t, even if every time he woke up to an empty bed and the scent of your perfume lingering on his sheets broke his heart a little more. Still, he let you come over whenever you wanted to.
“- What’s going on with you today Gyu ? You seem… Out of it.”
Your hands were still cupping his cheeks, and you were looking at him with such genuine worry in your eyes that Mingyu wanted to tell you the truth. But he could still feel your lipgloss coating his own lips from your hungry kisses, and he didn’t know if he was ready to risk losing that.
“- It’s nothing.
- It is. I know you, don’t lie to me.”
As if that would convince him to talk, you leaned down to put your lips on his again. Mingyu’s hands tightened around your waist, fully pulling you down on his lap and making you both moan from the pressure.
“- I think I’m in love with you…
- You just had to say that, baby.”
Your honey-like voice seeped into him like venom, intoxicating and addicting. Yeah, he was never going to be able to move on from you, and he didn’t want to, and you didn’t want him to either.
CHWE HANSOL - HAD SOME DRINKS
"i know you’re mine to lose, don’t give a fuck, yeah actually, i do"
→ Hansol knew from the start that you were a baddie, a girl that he couldn’t keep all for himself. You were a social butterfly, and you always needed to live new adventures, to meet new people, to do new things. One day, that new thing was him, and the next, it was someone else. And Hansol tried really hard to convince himself that it didn’t bother him, but actually, it did.
“- You’re being ridiculous right now, I owe you nothing.”
Your words hit sharper than they should have. Hansol knew he had no right feeling jealous over you flirting with another guy when he was the one who heavily insisted on your relationship staying “casual”. He had no right to but he still felt jealous. He still felt like he was going insane only looking at you smiling at someone else.
“- You owe me nothing but I’m the first one you call when you need someone to fuck you right, uh ? Tell me, does he know that you like to be treated like a slut ? Does he know how dumb you go when I wrap my hand around your throat just like this ?”
Hansol wasn’t one for public demonstration usually, but the way you couldn’t help but bite down on your lips and close your eyes as he squeezed around your neck made him forget about everything else.
“- Hansol…
- You know damn right it’s my name you’ll be screaming tonight and not his.”
"i had some drinks and said some things to you"
→ You were used to drinking, obviously, but you were still surprised by how much your whole world started to spin when you had too many drinks, by how easy it was for you to laugh about anything in that state. And apparently, it was also very easy to fall back into Hansol’s arms, even after his little scene from last week.
“- You’re wasted, Y/N.
- And you’re really, really handsome…”
You noticed a hint of a smile stretching out the corners of his lips but it didn’t last long as he stood up to support your wobbly legs.
“- I’m gonna take you home, you’re not even walking straight anymore.”
Maybe you should have fought him, maybe you should have gone and found your friend to go home with her instead. Maybe you should have because you knew you couldn’t be trusted about what you said when you were drunk. But you didn’t do any of that and you let Hansol pick you up on his back to get you home.
“- You know… I wouldn’t really mind being yours…”
Hansol didn’t answer. But he didn’t need to - you could feel his hands squeezing your thighs, and you could hear his heart beat faster. And he hoped you would remember this in the morning.
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