#sebuentin

[saranghwi]

Let SEVENTEEN come to Australia

~ Sincerly, every aussie carat.

[alienkidd182]

Stan Chinaline, hoes

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Reconcile- Vernon Imagine (M)

Request; So a smut where Vernon got in fight over you and you get mad and argue with him and end up having makeup sex (you totally do not have to if it makes you uncomfortable)

Member/Group; Vernon of Seventeen

Genre; Smut

Author; Admin Cloud

 Hansol’s hand hung at your side, his arm loosely wrapped around your waist. He saw the way everybody had been looking at you; the black body con dress you had worn left little to the imagination, and he had made sure to show that you were his. Men had tried to approach you left and right, but Hansol sent them glares like punches which drove them away. That is, all of them except for one.

 “Hey little Mama, you looking for lap to sit on for the night?” You quickly rejected him, feeling Hansol’s grip tighten substantially.

 “No, I’m taken.”

 “Well, if he doesn’t mind, I’d love to show you what I can do to that little body of your behind closed doors.” He clearly would have said more, but his words of ‘wisdom’ were cut short by an angry fist barreling at his face.

 In a flash of broken glass and swinging arms, your boyfriend came out victorious. Of course, the man who has been trying to pick you up was now laying on the ground writhing in pain as he clutched his bleeding nose, but Hansol was considering the situation a complete win as he smugly rubbed his cracked knuckles. His little party was cut short by you grabbing his arm angrily and pulling him out of the bar.

 “Y/N, what the heck? I was defending you, shouldn’t you be thanking me?” 

 “What if he recognizes you and tries to sue the company? Or, he tries to sue us? We don’t have the money, Hansol!” He guiltily stared at his lap as you cranked the radio up louder, letting the sound of mellow jazz drown out your dissatisfied sighs.

 By the time you arrived at the house, you had slipped off your red stilettos and picked all the bobby pins out of your once-perfect up-do, opting to stomp inside the apartment rather than dedicate any time to speaking with your boyfriend. When you tried to slam the door closed, however, a familiar looking shoe blocked the corner of the door. Oh, how the tables have turned.

 “Jagiya~ If you want to be able to walk tomorrow, maybe you should just drop it and let me make it up to you~” He grabbed your wrist, looking into your eyes with his own chocolate colored orbs.

 “You have a right hand for a reason.” Hansol’s expression darkened, and he managed to slam the door and shove you up against the wall in what seemed like mere seconds.

 “You shouldn’t have said that, baby girl.”

 You couldn’t differentiate between fear and arousal in the moment; while Hansol seemed especially gruff tonight, he also seemed to feel guilty. On nights where he had been truly mad, he would already have you in bed by now; instead, he had you settled into the chair next to his work desk while he was off finding something. What he was looking for, you didn’t really know, but that did nothing to subside the pooling of liquid in your panties.

 “Take the dress off, Y/N.” Hansol had slipped back into the room, and in his hands he held a belt and a black, silky tie. “By the time I count to ten, you need to be on your knees ready to make up for that remark earlier.”

 Nervously gnawing on your lip, you quickly undid your zipper and practically fell in front of him. Avoiding his eyes was easy to do when you could instead choose to stare at your newly stripped legs. He must have sensed your nerves, leaning forward and rubbing a gentle hand on your knee while checking your body language to make sure that you were still okay with this. (A/N: Nothing is sexier than consent, ya’ll!) You smirked, and he quickly let his eyes darken once again, watching you scoot back on the bed.

 “Arms out, Kitten.” The leather belt tightened your wrists together, hooking your body to one of the bedposts. His silky tie was wrapped around your head securely, ensuring that you couldn’t see or slip off the barrier keeping you from using your sense of sight.

 “Hansol, please!~”

 “Call me Oppa, Kitten.” His hand found its way to your left breast and he firmly squeezed. A long moan escaped your swollen lips, but Hansol abruptly silenced you with a deep kiss. “Don’t make any sounds, or you won’t be allowed to cum tonight.”

 As Hansol continued to nip at your neck and squeeze at your chest with his left hand, his other nimble fingers made their way to your dripping heat. Wordlessly, he began slipping his digits in your slick folds with ease. Nothing was more difficult in this moment than avoiding making any noise. Of course, you began clamping down as you approached your high quickly, causing Hansol to harshly pull his fingers out.

 “The only thing making you cum tonight will be my dick, Kitten. Do you think you can handle that?” You whimpered a small ‘yes’, and he backed away to slip on a condom. The excitement dripping down your leg was warm in contrast to your now-cold skin, but there was nothing you could do. After all, you were a bit tied up at the moment. “Y/N, tell me to stop if it hurts.” He whispered in your ear, a stark contrast to his seemingly fuming demeanor.

 Within a single thrust, you were seeing stars behind the tie. A few moans slipped out here and there, but ll that seemed to matter at the moment was both you and Hansol reaching your highs. He sped up, progressively tightening his grip on your hips. That’ll definitely be bruised tomorrow...

 “Oppa, I-I need more!” Hansol grunted at your pleas, letting his right hand slip down to circle around your sensitive clit while his animalistic thrusts continued.

 “Let it go, Kitten.” His thrusts grew sloppy, and you finally fell off the edge you had been crawling towards for the past hour. Your inner walls seizing caused Hansol to finally halt, letting his seed coat the condom as he stroked your knotted hair. He got off the bed and discarded the used condom, padding back over to release you from all forms of confinement. With the belt no longer holding you up, you fell onto your side and released slow, deep breaths accompanied by Hansol petting your rear.

 “I love you, Y/N. I was trying to protect you, and I’m sorry that I let my jealousy get out of hand like that.”

 “Oh, I forgave you for that a while ago.” Hansol’s eyes bulged and he let out a small groan.

 “Well, maybe I’ll add that to the list of punishments you still need, Y/N.”

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Chance Encounter- Jihoon Fluff

Request: Hi! So i saw that u wanted some requests and i may have an idea in mind. Maybe a jihoon fic where you meet by accidentally bumping into him, spilling coffee on him on the street. U didnt have much time bc u were late for work. You later meet again bc it turns out you work in mbc lol and they have a broadcast or some shit and he recognizes you and you can take it from there hehehe bonus if it's a bit lengthy and extra fluffy! Btw, I've read your soonyoung angst & can i just say 💯💔 i love it!

Member/Group: Jihoon (Woozi) of SVT

Author: Admin Cloud

A/N; I let this open in case y'all like it enough for a little 2nd part... so give me feedback, and I’ll write it!

   “Ms. L/N, would you please go fetch some coffee for us?”

   “Of course, Mr. Park! What would everybody like?” You fetched a notepad and jotted down everybody’s orders, smiling lightly as you did so. Most interns hate being deemed as a errand boy, but you knew that you would be able to secure a higher job if you worked hard and showed respect. After all, who would hire a reporter that doesn’t treat their higher ups with respect? “I’ll try to be back quickly.”

   The streets of Seoul were bustling; teens were walking to school, adults were driving to work, and shop owners were polishing the last of the dishes while dancing to the morning radio. It was times like this that made you pull out your earbuds and take a good look at the world around you. It was absolutely breathtaking.

   Your lack of focus seemed to be the downfall of your day, as you suddenly felt something solid collide with your body and the warm splatter of coffee across the collar of your new blouse. You’re eyes widened, but the young man standing in front of you had clearly suffered far worse; his dress shirt was soaked, and it was obvious that there were more than a dozen cups of joe that he had been taking with him.

   “I’m so sorry! I should have been watching where I was looking...” You patted a napkin across his shirt, a rosy tint painting your cheeks when you realized that you had been touching his chest and basically grappling onto his shoulders. He let out a small cough and you distanced yourself immediately.

   “It’s no problem, I’m sorry that I got coffee on you! I should have asked for a carrier.” He was humble, and you could’t help but find yourself drooling over his looks a bit. “My name is Jihoon, here is my number so I can pay you for the dry cleaning bill.”

   “But it isn’t your fault! It was completely mine.” 

   “Then text me when you're free, and we can work out a time to go to dinner as an apology for spilling my coffee.” He let a sly smirk out at the sight of your tomato colored face, and you both shyly waved goodbye and went your separate ways,

 Jihoon: hey, when are u free for some dinner? [14:39]

Y/N: Anytime is fine! In fact, if you want to meet up real quick and eat, that would work amazingly! [14:41]

Jihoon: Meet me by the Shake n’ Steak near the Cat Cafe tonight after you get off work. [14:42]

 You tucked your phone into the pocket of your slacks, straightening the hem of your blouse before continuing to file company paperwork. The thought of seeing the dark haired boy made your stomach do flips, and he hadn’t even really called this a date yet. Nevertheless, you were excited and took note to fix your makeup in the bathroom before leaving.

“Ms. L/N, be careful that you are putting those in the A-G file cabinet and not the H-Z one.”

 Looking down, the painfully dark label definitely did not read A-G.

 The work day had been painfully slow, but you could finally clock out and go meet your new acquaintance. You looked over your face in your powder compact one last time, slipped on the pair of dark stilettos you kept in your desk, and rubbed your lips together. After mustering up the courage to walk out of the office, you noticed a familiar head shuffling down the street.

 “Hey! Jihoon!” He turned, smiling and waving; You clutched you bag and timidly ran, but quickly lost your balance due to the heeled shoes on your feet. You closed your eyes, expecting the hit the ground, but you instead felt the warmth of a pair of arms holding you tightly.

 ‘Aish, Y/N, are you already falling for me?” He chuckled, balancing you and smiling. “Now, lets go sit down and eat before you trip again.”

The ‘date’ and gone very well; You and Jihoon felt a spark, and he had already made plans with you to go to the park for a picnic the next weekend. You were both taking it slow, as neither of you had even thought to ask what the other does for a living. Aish, what if he finds out I’m just an intern at MBC?

“Ms. L/N, we have a new rookie group coming in for an interview in an hour; You are going to be in charge of the whole thing. Make us proud, and you may just be able to get a spot as MC for a Weekly Champion episode.”

 “Yes, Sir. I will try my best!” You gathered your things, stepping into the room the interviews take place in. It was dark, but would soon be lit up by tons of studio lights. All you could really do was organize questions and a game before the boys showed up.

 This is exactly what you did for the next 45 minutes, until your work was interrupted by a light knock at the door.

 “Ms. L/N, they are here.”

 “Please, open the door and let them in while I finish the last queue card.”

 13 boys stumbled in, but one gasped and you just had to look at him. His dark, familiar eyes brought a blush to your cheeks, and you were overcome with embarrassment at his exclamation.

 “Woah, you work at MBC, Y/N?”

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Mine, Except Not- Wonwoo Angsty Drabble *v short*

Request: Hi may I ask for a Wonwoo angst where he likes a member's girlfriend and it's ultimately hurting him

Member/Group; Wonwoo of SVT, ft. Seungkwan

Author: Admin Cloud

A/N; If any of ya’ll want to be an admin, message me with a link to your blog/your best work. I will be selecting 1-2 admins by the end of April. :)

   The way you smiled brought light to his life; the curvature of your lips, the wispy hair falling in your face, he loved it all. He loved the way you spoke softly in private but managed to be so outgoing around the boys. He loved the way you moved your hips seductively when your favorite song came on, usually by Bruno Mars. He loved you.

   You liked the way he laughed at your jokes; he treated you like his sister, he was always there when you needed him. You turned to him when you felt alone, always knowing that he would be willing to hear your worries and calm any nerves shocking your system. You liked his goofy dancing and the way he would let his voice reach a whole new depth anytime he answered the phone early in the morning. You loved being his friend, but you were in love with his band member.

   Seungkwan loved you; he loved the way you kissed him gently, the way you called his by his real name, the way you made him one with your body anytime the two of you were finally faced with alone time. He smiled when you tried to cook but managed to burn water, finally breaking down and ordering take out from the local Pizza Hut. He loved you, and you loved him.

   The pain was always there. The day when Seungkwan proposed and you said yes, the day you walked down the aisle in a beautiful white gown, and the day you both welcomed your first baby. There was pain when you announced Seungkwan was giving up his career to live a normal life with his wife and daughter, and even more pain when he saw the small baby visit them in Seoul that held a mixture of you and your husband’s features. He felt pain when you told him that the only way you and Seungkwan would be separated was when death did you part. He felt the pain breaking his heart.

   It could have been him; if he had the courage to ask you out first, if he hadn’t told you that Seungkwan liked you, if he had never introduced you to the band in the first place. This could have been his life, his family, and his happiness. Instead, he is left with unfamiliar bedmates, the bitter taste of his lonely morning coffee, and a cold bedside every morning. It could have been him, but it wasn’t; for you loved his bandmate, his bandmate loved you, and he was nothing but your friend zoned crush.

[leaderexy]

boo seungkwan is the prettiest boy in the world

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Taken- Vernon Fluff/Angst

Request: Hi can I request a vernon fluff where he is jealous of one of the members(*cough*cough Jun or Josh being to gentlemanly) flirting with his GF.

Member/Group; Vernon of SVT

Author; Admin Cloud

A/N: If any of y'all live in Texas, message me! I want some internet friends from my state so we can rant about how its already getting hot even though it is only March.

   “Joshie~ Can I have one of your gummy bears?~” Your hands were curled up on your cheeks as you pulled your best puppy dog eyes and begged for a single morsel of your best friend’s food.

   “Anything for you, Y/N!” Joshua’s bell-like laughter rang clearly throughout the room, covering an annoyed sigh eliciting from a certain brown haired boy.

   It wasn’t that Vernon was filled with hatred for the young man- in fact, he felt admiration for how kind and silly Joshua always managed to be despite feeling a bit left out being the only member that spent all of his life in America- he just felt that the affection his girlfriend seemed to receive from him was a bit too much. Day in and day out, you seemed to spend an overwhelming amount of time with Joshua. No matter how long Vernon held you close, it seemed like you were always willing to jump up and run out of the room for him.

   “Aish, can’t you just take some of mine, Y/N? I bet Jisoo doesn’t want you to steal all his food...” A flash of hurt went over your eyes, but the feeling was brushed away as soon as Joshua nudged your side, pinching and prodding you until small giggles began to escape your pout.

   “I don’t mind, she is like my little sister, after all!” Joshua smiled and continued tickling your hunched over form.

   I can only hope that’s all she is to him...

   “Jagi, lets go to the park!” He took your hand in his and led you down the busy sidewalk, flower petals falling from the trees to the cracked cement.

   “Hmmm... Will there be ice cream involved if I say yes?”

   “If that is what it takes, then there is a high chance of that happening.” You pupils seemed to enlarge, and your steps became quicker as Vernon held back a laugh. “I’m guessing that’s a yes, then!”

   Vernon didn’t go back on his promise; by the time you were circling the pond, a waffle cone filled with two scoops of strawberry ice cream occupied your dominant hand. As you happily licked at your sugary snack, a familiar yell was heard in the distance.

   “Vernon! Y/N! I didn’t know you guys were here! We should go feed the ducks together!” Joshua excitedly sprinted towards you, eventually pulling you into a bone crushing hug while Vernon fumed next to you. Jun unenthusiastically followed, taking small sips of a tea he had bought from a friendly looking vendor.

   Joshua and you radiated a childish giddiness as you paid for duck feed while Jun and Vernon watched nearby. For almost a full hour, the two of you threw small pieces of bread at the ducks, watching them flail around in the water and fighting for the scrumptious rewards.

   “Vernon, are you feeling okay?” Jun rocked back and forth on his feet, still waiting for a response from Vernon while sipping his tea.

   “To be frankly honest, no. I came here for a romantic walk with my girlfriend, and I’m watching her feed ducks that I am now thinking have more brain cells than her and Josh combined.” Venom was laced through each syllable, causing Jun’s doe eyes to widen.

   “I came with Jisoo to watch the kids do a little b-boying near the front of the park... by the time it was over, he had spotted you both and you both and wouldn’t sit still until he got the chance to speak with you.”

   “It sounds like we both had plans that were slightly ruined... Please tell me you are thinking what I’m thinking.” A smirk escaped Jun’s expression, and him and Vernon backed up slightly to further discuss their plan.

   “Hey, Jisoo! Come here!” Joshua jogged over, smiling widely as he assumed that they would both be joining in on the duck feeding frenzy. “Can you read this? I don’t recognize this word in english...”

   Joshua calmly read, completely unaware of Jun’s hand sneaking a large handful of duck feed into his hoodie. To finish off the job, he pretended to jokingly tap the boy’s butt; News flash, he was just rubbing breadcrumbs all over Jisoo.

   “Ah, now I understand! Thank you, Josh!” 

   “It’s no problem, bro!” Joshua turned back to your figure, but before he had the chance to grab your attention, it seemed the ducks were now focusing on him. Their beady little eyes focused on his lean body, and each feathered creature slowly waddled towards him. 

   “Hey, they are trying to say hello to their favorite Oppa!” You giggled, but fear flashed in Joshua’s eyes.

   “I don’t know if that’s what they are doing, Y/N...” He backed up, but the ducks were far too quick; They had formed a dog pile (A/N; Duck pile? Idk I’m having too much fun with this lol) around him, and before he could even scream for help, he was running for his life. Jun giddily followed the pink haired teen, leaving behind a laughing Vernon and a very confused girlfriend.

   “Man, I hope they don’t hurt him...”

   “Don’t worry, Y/N, Jun can fight the ducks off Joshua.”

   “I’m not talking about Joshua, I’m talking about my favorite duck that I named  Kin.”

   “Well, I’m sure your little friend will be fine... how about we go back to the apartment and order some dinner?”

   “As long as it’s not chicken, that sounds great.”

*****************************************************************************************************Okay I literally just spent a whole day writing about ducks attacking a seventeen member and I’m- 

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Blush- Wonwoo Imagine

Request: May I have some wonwoo fluff pls? Like one of svt stylist noona's brought their sister ( let's say their a year younger than woo) who is also a young makeup artist. Wonwoo is smitten like 😻. But he gets so shy cause she's doing his makeup and sometimes she has to lean really close likeeee. Teasing from the other members is inevitable

A/N: Sorry I am just getting to this now! I’ve been on a short hiatus, but now I’ll be back and writing!~ Admin Cloud

 “Wonwoo-hyung, it’s your turn to have your makeup done!” Dino lightly prodded the older boy’s side with his index finger, causing a groan to emit from the older boy. 

 Wonwoo blinked the sleep from his eyes and quickly maneuvered over to the familiar chair in front of the vanity with a single bulb missing. Olivia, the usual makeup artist was sitting criss-crossed on the floor, playing a game on her phone. You patted the chair, smiling brightly as he looked between the two of you, obviously extremely confused.

 “Hello, my name is Y/N, and I am here training to be your new makeup artist. Please treat me well.” You bowed respectfully, and Wonwoo immediately felt his face heat up.

 “Hey, Hyung, are you wearing blush already?” Vernon teased him from the couch as Wonwoo turned away to quickly fan his face, shooting a stern glare at Vernon simultaneously. Looking back towards he, he shyly smiled and clambered into the chair.

 As you began priming his face, you couldn’t help but notice how clear his skin was. His cheeks were smooth with the occasional bump, but he seemed to be the closest to perfection you had ever seen. His eyes met with yours everyone in a while, but he would turn away as soon as you made eye contact and try to focus on something else.

 “So, what brings you to come help us look concert ready, Y/N?”

 “My older sister, Olivia, is your makeup artist. I just recently left cosmetology school, and she promised to help me find a job so I can stand on my own two feet. Hopefully, you will be seeing more of me around here.” You spoke slowly, focusing intently on the eyeliner you were applying to Wonwoo’s cat-like eyes. “Well, Wonwoo, I think I am done here. What do you think?” You turned his chair towards the mirror, letting him soak in his new appearance. He rolled his head, looking at himself from all angles before smiling genuinely at you.

 “I love it! Thank you, Y/N!”

 “No problem, Wonwoo. Now, get out on stage and show the crowd what you have got!”

 “Nice show, boys! I could feel the energy all the way from backstage!” You and the other staff members cheered as the boys entered the room out of breath and dripping with sweat.

 “Thank you, Y/N. Wonwoo could feel your support the whole show.” The boys all snickered as Wonwoo’s cheeks flushed with color. You smiled at him, shyly rubbing your neck with your hand. 

 “Well, let’s get this show on the road. Let’s have some meat for dinner; it’s my treat.” Their manager ushered each boy to get changed as the staff picked up clothes, makeup, and the occasional wrapper from snacks that had been eaten during the duration of SEVENTEEN’s concert. As you gathered up your brushes and wide array of cosmetic products, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to the firm, toned body of the boy that had been holding your attention all day.

 “Oi, Y/N! Don’t look at Wonwoo like that, unless you want to get fired!” Olivia jabbed your side, eliciting a yelp from your lips. “Idols are off limits, and he probably isn’t interested in a boring average girl like you.”

 Internally frowning, you picked up the last of your things and began the short journey to your car.

 “Aigoo, what are we going to do with you, Y/N?” The boys laughed, the sound of sizzling barbecue in the background. Your figure was slumped over the table, glass in hand and cheeks bright pink. 

 “You meanies! I’m a newbie, you should be nicer!” A string of hiccups shook your body. 

 “Hey, Y/N, how about I drive you to the hotel? We have a show early tomorrow, so you should rest and drink some water so that your hangover isn’t too bad.”

 Wolf whistles could be heard as Wonwoo allowed you to clamber onto his back, holding onto him like a koala hugging a bamboo shoot. He blushed when you snuggled into his neck, taking a quick breath before carrying you to the car.

 “Y/N, what am I gonna do when you act so cute like this?” You settled further into the passenger seat as Wonwoo turned the key, igniting the engine and shifting gears.

 “Wonwoo~ You are so cute, and I get paid for rubbing your face!~ I’m so lucky!” You outstretched your hands like an infant reaching for it’s mother, dragging a gruff chortle from Wonwoo’s composed interior. He helped you slip off your shoes before lightly placing a soft blanket over your unconscious body.

 Before he could leave, you grabbed hold of his hand once again. He felt his face heat up, but turned around nonetheless.

 “Please, Wonwoo, stay with me... I’m afraid of being alone.” Though still tipsy, your voice held a shakiness that Wonwoo recognized as fear. Wordlessly, he slipped off his shoes and slipped under the covers, feeling your body heat radiate almost immediately.

 “Don’t worry, Y/N, I’m here. Just go to sleep.” With that, you both cuddled a bit closer and drifted off into a peaceful slumber.