Pairing - sub!Mingyu x afab reader

Wordcount - 1.2k

Content Warning - explicit sexual content, power dynamics, dominance and submission, intoxication, overstimulation, rough sex, messy and desperate themes, idol!au.

MDNI!

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Mingyu stumbled into the bedroom, the weight of him is pressing against you, his breath warm and uneven as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. The faint scent of alcohol lingers on his skin, mingling with the musk of cologne and sweat, but it’s not the liquor making him this desperate—it’s you.

“Need you,” he slurs, voice wrecked, his hands clumsy but insistent as they find your waist, gripping like you’re the only thing keeping him upright. “Been thinking about you all night—couldn’t—couldn’t stop—”

He’s a mess. A beautiful, trembling mess.

His lips ghost over your jaw, damp and parted, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. His breath stutters as you push him back, guiding him until he falls onto the mattress, splayed out beneath you.

You drink him in—the way his chest heaves, his golden skin flushed with heat, the way his dark hair sticks to his forehead, damp from a mixture of sweat and feverish desire. He looks wrecked already, and you haven’t even touched him properly.

A slow, knowing smirk tugs at your lips. “You’re so needy tonight,” you murmur, straddling his hips, pressing him down with the weight of your body. “Is that the alcohol talking, or do you just really want to be fucked?”

Mingyu swallows thickly, his pupils blown wide as he gazes up at you. “It’s you,” he breathes, his hands twitching where they rest at his sides, aching to grab you but waiting for permission. “It’s always you.”

Your fingers trace the lines of his stomach, slow, teasing, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. He’s trying so hard to keep still, but you can see the desperation written all over his face—the way his lips part, the way his body shudders under your fingertips.

“Then be good,” you whisper, dragging your nails down, lower, until he gasps. “And let me take care of you.”

Mingyu nods frantically, his breath catching, his body arching toward your touch. “Please—”

You don’t make him wait. You guide him inside you in one slow, agonizing motion, and the sound that rips from his throat is nothing short of sinful. His hands fly to your hips, gripping hard, his fingers digging into your skin like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

“F-Fuck,” he chokes, his head tilting back against the pillows, exposing the long, beautiful stretch of his throat. “So—so fucking tight, I—”

You roll your hips, setting a punishing rhythm, taking what you want, dragging him to the edge without mercy. His moans are raw, unfiltered, pouring from his lips like a prayer, each one more desperate than the last.

“Look at you,” you purr, leaning down, letting your lips brush against his ear. “Completely at my mercy.”

He whimpers. Actually whimpers. His nails bite into your skin, his hips bucking up into you, his body begging for more, more, more.

“Please,” he gasps, his voice wrecked. “Need—need more—”

You grab his wrists and pin them above his head, your grip firm, unyielding. His breath hitches, his pupils blowing wide as he looks up at you, completely at your mercy.

“You’re taking what I give you,” you murmur, grinding down harder, swallowing the broken sound that spills from his lips. “Just like a good boy should.”

His entire body shudders beneath you. “Fuck—fuck, I—” His voice is barely a whisper now, strained with the weight of pleasure, with the way you’ve stripped him bare.

You press your fingers against his lips, and he obeys instantly, parting them, letting you push past, sucking greedily. His tongue swirls around your digits, wet and warm, his moans muffled against your skin.

“You love this,” you whisper, watching the way his brows knit together, the way his body trembles beneath you. “Being used like this. Being ruined.

He nods, his breath ragged, his cock twitching inside you. He’s so close. So completely wrecked.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” you murmur, trailing your free hand down his stomach, feeling the way his muscles jump beneath your touch. “Gonna make a mess for me?”

Mingyu moans loud, broken, desperate. “Y-Yeah—gonna—fuck, fuck, I—”

His orgasm rips through him like a storm, his back arching off the bed, his hands clawing at the sheets as he spills inside you. His entire body trembles, his lips parted in a silent cry, his expression utterly wrecked—his brows furrowed, his skin flushed, his throat bobbing as he gasps for breath.

But you don’t stop.

You keep moving, keep riding him through it, pushing him past the edge, into something overwhelming. His whimpers turn into gasping sobs, his hands shaking where they grip your thighs, his body twitching from the overstimulation—but he doesn’t tell you to stop. He never does.

“Too much?” you taunt, running your fingers through his damp hair, watching as his lashes flutter, his body still trembling beneath you.

Mingyu shakes his head weakly, his voice hoarse, ruined. “No—no, I can take it—I can take more—”

You grin, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his lips, swallowing the way he whines against your mouth.

“Good boy.”

Seventeen's Ways of Saying 'I Do' Series # | 04: The Grand Decision

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Playful Romance

Wen Junhui | Jun X Reader

You and Jun are in the middle of a lazy afternoon at home, sprawled across the couch, doing absolutely nothing. His head is resting on your lap as he scrolls through his phone, occasionally showing you random memes that make him giggle.

Feeling playful, you absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair and say, “I like your last name. Can I have it?”

The scrolling stops.

Jun blinks up at you, expression completely unreadable. Then, very slowly, he sits up, straightens his back, and clasps his hands together as if he’s about to make the most important decision of his life.

"Hmm…" he hums, tilting his head.

You raise an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"Thinking," he says seriously. "This is a big deal. I mean, you’re asking to become a Wen. That’s a lifetime commitment."

You snort. "Oh? And what happens if you say no?"

Jun gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. "Then I would be the biggest fool in history! Imagine rejecting the love of my life who voluntarily wants to be part of my legendary Wen bloodline? Unthinkable!"

You burst into laughter. "Jun, oh my God—"

He suddenly grabs your hands, looking at you with sparkling eyes. "Alright, let’s do it! When’s the wedding? Do you want a grand one? Oh! Or should we do a traditional Chinese ceremony? I need to call my mom— she’ll be thrilled!"

"Jun, I was joking!" you protest, still laughing.

"Oh, but I’m not," he says, eyes twinkling mischievously. "You said it first, baobei. That’s a verbal contract. You can’t back out now!"

"Says who?"

"Says me!" he declares proudly, puffing out his chest.

You roll your eyes, but before you can respond, he suddenly cups your cheeks and grins. "But seriously, though."

Your breath catches at his sudden shift in tone.

"I think my last name would look really good on you," he murmurs, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks. "Just saying."

Your heart stutters. Damn it, Wen Junhui.

Later that night, you receive a text from Jun.

Seventeen's Ways of Saying 'I Do' Series # | 01: A Last Name Worth Having

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Domestic Softness

Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups x Reader

You’re sprawled across the couch, legs resting over Seungcheol’s lap as he lazily scrolls through his phone. The warm glow of the living room lamp makes everything feel cozy, the kind of evening where time moves slowly, and even the silence between you is comforting.

Your eyes wander to him, his brows slightly furrowed in concentration, probably reading some random article. Feeling playful, you absentmindedly murmur, "I like your last name. Can I have it?"

At first, there’s no reaction.

Then, you feel him stiffen under your legs. The phone in his hand suddenly isn’t interesting anymore. Slowly, he turns his head to look at you, blinking as if his brain is buffering.

"Huh?" His voice is softer than usual.

You bite back a grin. "I said, I like your last name. Choi. It has a nice ring to it. Think it’d suit me."

Seungcheol’s ears turn red. Not pink. Red.

His mouth opens, then closes. Then opens again, like he wants to say something but can’t quite form the words. His hand comes up to rub the back of his neck, a clear sign that he’s nervous.

"Y-You… you wanna take my last name?" He finally manages to say, voice slightly higher than usual.

You shrug, trying to keep a straight face. "Yeah. I mean, hypothetically speaking, of course."

Seungcheol’s hand immediately covers his face, groaning into his palm. You can see the tips of his ears burning up even more.

"Oh my God," he mutters, shaking his head.

You laugh, nudging him with your foot. "Why are you acting shy? You’re usually the one teasing me."

"Because... because that’s different!" He gestures wildly. "You can’t just— say stuff like that out of nowhere! Do you know what that does to me?!"

He’s fully flustered now, and honestly, it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

"What does it do to you, exactly?" you tease, propping yourself up on your elbows.

Seungcheol exhales sharply and gives you a look, the kind that makes your stomach flip. Then, without warning, he grabs your wrist and pulls you toward him, your faces suddenly way too close.

"Say it again," he dares, voice low, but his eyes are still soft.

You blink. "Huh?"

"Say it again," he repeats, searching your face. "Tell me you like my last name. That you think it suits you."

Your heart stutters. You expected him to turn into a shy mess, not flip the script and turn the moment into something intimate.

Still, you swallow and say, "I like your last name, Choi. And yes, I think it’d suit me."

A slow, almost shy smile spreads across his face. But instead of teasing you further, he just leans his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

"It suits you," he murmurs. "More than you know."

And just like that, your playful joke turns into a quiet, unspoken promise.

Later, when you’re getting ready for bed, Seungcheol walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

"You really meant it?" he asks, voice muffled against your shoulder.

"Meant what?"

"That you’d take my last name."

You smirk, turning in his arms. "What, are you gonna propose now?"

He doesn’t answer. But the way he looks at you? Soft, full of something you can’t quite name, makes you wonder if, someday, he just might.

for lovers who hesitate - choi seungcheol

warnings: cheating ex, mentions of pregnancy (not reader), shotgun marriage (not reader), some curse words, mentions of blood (seungcheol in a fight), some angst (mostly on seungcheol's part, some of reader's towards the end) + this is a long fic so I'm sure I missed out stuff, my apologies. please let me know what I missed out so I can add them in!

pairings: choi seungcheol x reader

genre: fake dating, resurface of old feelings (reader) & a down bad choi seungcheol

wc: 13k (not sure what happened i was aiming 3500-5000 but oh well.)

a/n: 13k words...my longest fic on here yet..... this took quite awhile, even proofreading was a challenge, so I hope you guys enjoyed this one! but fr, I early respect and admire authors who always belt out 30k word fics, it's really not easy i don't even wanna think about it. it's one thing to get a long fic done and another to proofreading it all oof. ... and no writer really only proofreads it once

check out my masterlist! // cheol's m.list

“you've got mail~” seokmin sings down the hallway of your shared apartment, “it looks like a wedding invite…” his voice trails off, “are any of our friends getting married? why didn't I receive one?”

seokmin's question was reasonable, you did both have the same friend group, you grew up together, having tons and tons of mutual friends, you went almost everywhere together. he's like the brother you never had. but now he's got your interest piqued as well. who could it be?

look at me! - choi seungcheol

warnings: alcohol, mild menace jeonghan

pairing: seungcheol x reader

genre: friends to lovers, drunken confession

wc: 2.5k

a/n: i've decided to do a drunken confession series for seventeen sooooo let's start with cheol!

read part2 here!

drunken confessions masterlist

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“oh my god he's lost his fucking mind….” seungkwan mumbles to no one but himself. your panic ridden voice rang over the loud music blasting from the tons and dozens of speakers littered in each and every corner of this club. “ya! choi seungcheol! what are you doing standing on that table! get down here!”

jeonghan steps right next to you as he whips out his phone to start recording his friend, “dont stop him now! this is just getting good! he's standing on a table in a club, throwing a fucking drunken tantrum! this is 100% blackmail material, please.”

safe haven (how much longer do we have?) ➵ leehan

leehan x reader, slight sungho x reader

genre/warnings ➵ strangers to lovers, heavy angst with a happy ending, touch of fluff, gender-neutral reader, reader is shorter than leehan and sungho, lowercase intended, apocalypse au, hurt/comfort (both physical and emotional), depictions of grief, descriptions of gore/blood, use of guns, allusions and discussions of suicide, minor character deaths, sungho is your ex, myungjae and taesan appearance :’), elements of the last of us (don’t support neil druckmann!), mostly written in past tense (because u’re remembering!)

word count ➵ 6.2k words

inspired by ➵ “anaheim” by niki, “are you happy?” by wavesmp3, “love wins all” by iu, episode three of hbo’s the last of us, and “you’re gonna carry that weight” quote from cowboy bebop

a/n ➵ i really love this piece with everything in me so i thought i'd release it to bonedoblr as well!! you can check out the jacob & taerae versions as well. if you enjoyed reading, please do reblog and leave feedback!

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time was the one thing that occupied everyone’s minds. it held value, something that shouldn’t be wasted, and people revolved their lives around it.

questions flew around with every tick and tock—what day is it today? when’s your next doctor’s appointment? how long has it been since you’ve last seen your friends from high school? until when does this meeting last? 

as the hands of the clock continue to rotate, the calendar pages would flip along. birthdays were celebrated with every revolution as candles on cakes were lit up, awaiting the puff of celebrants as they wished for their desires. holidays were ones to look forward to; people dressed up to celebrate periods of the year that mattered to them while others slept in until noon. and days were spent counting down until graduations, where caps with tassels would fly to the expanse of blue and orange as cheers and sobs sound throughout.

but now, no one keeps track of time. clocks stopped moving and calendars weren’t produced annually. once the surge of the infected took over, grabbing on humans—taking them away from the lives they’ve lived—everyone ran like they were running out of time. with every second that passes, people are ridden with possibilities of how they might bid farewell to life itself—would it be through the hands of the infected or their own?

now, only one question echoes within their minds: how long do we have?

this is deadass one of my fav fics.

₊⊹ 𝘚𝘰 𝘓𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘎𝘰 𝘚𝘦𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴: 7 ₊⊹

description: 12 parts ⋆ fluff ⋆ comedy ⋆ kinda cringy?

pairings: k. woonhak x afab!reader

words: 1.5k

warnings: the tiniest minuscule hint of angst here!!

tags: @livibbu @seokkiez

surprisingly, the next day was pure hell. for yunjin, for taesan, for woonhak, but mostly for you.

everything was perfectly fine until lunch. you were gonna go attack woonhak again and ask him very very politely to get you cream bread from the shop until you saw him talking to haerin in the hallway.

you've had a fat friend crush on haerin for so long, but were always too shy to go up to her and be friends. you were a little jealous woonhak already became friends with her, but you decided to swoop in to see if she wants to be friends with you too.

"sure, i'll go with you to ball"

ੈ✩‧₊˚ bnd with plus size!reader

bnd ot6 x reader [separate classifications for each]

a/n - this was a selfish desire cause as a fat girly i have a lot of opinions, but also none of these really include insecure!reader maybe a couple of doubts but nothing major cause i HATE when it’s a plus size reader fic and it’s just them crying in the mirror😭

“baby please,” he repeated, his face pressed into your stomach, his hands gripping at your hips. he was on his knees between your legs as he begged.

you laughed, placing your hands on the sides of his head and picking it up so he was looking up at you, eyes full of pleading, “i can’t tonight, sungho!”

sungho whined, his head dropping back to your body. you chuckled, playing with his hair gently. so far, he’d been begging you to sleep round for almost 3 hours - to no avail.

“you have work tomorrow, i have lunch plans, and what the fuck would i even wear?!”

“you can wear my clothes!”

you glared down at your boyfriend. at your silence, he glanced up at you.

“what?!”

you laughed, placing your hands on his cheeks and squeezing his face together, his lips forming a pout, “you’re joking, right?”

sungho ignored your comment, whining again, “look. i have to go work at 8am. i’ll make sure you’re up when i am, a–and our driver can even drop you home, so you can start getting ready for lunch!”

you whined, sitting up on your elbows. he did plead a good case, especially as his fingertips ran up and down your sides gently. “sungho…” you started, before sighing, “okay fine. but that still doesn’t solve my pyjama problem!”

sungho cheered, placing his hands on your jaw and kissing you roughly, “thank you! thank you! …thank you.”

you smiled before he jumped up from the bed, rummaging through his drawers. he held up a t-shirt which you tilted your head at. sitting up on your knees, you grabbed the material out his hands and held it up to your body, hissing in contemplation.

“i don’t think so,” you laughed, the material barely even covering the width of your body. you giggled, teasing him, “this is a limited time offer, sungho, if you can’t find me something to wear i’m gonna have to leave.”

“one moment!”

he ran out the room, leaving you laughing to yourself as you heard him cluttering through the rail of clothes outside. “oversized… i need oversized!” you burst out laughing, sungho finally appearing back in the room holding several options of t-shirts and jumpers.

“eh?” he smiled, holding them up, offering them out to you. you hummed in deliberation, finally deciding on one of zico’s old oversized t-shirts he’d given your boyfriend during his trainee days.

“but what about pants?” you pouted, immediately taking off your top and bra, sungho biting his lip as he watched you pull the t-shirt over your head, before pulling your jeans down as well.

you got up, walking to sungho’s en-suite bathroom, ready to take your make-up off. sungho appeared behind you, as you looked up at his smirking face in the mirror.

“i mean… do you need those, really?” he hummed, hands resting on your hips, feeling over the material of your lacy panties. he leaned down, kissing the crook of your neck.

“sungho,” you grumbled, “i just agreed to sleeping over. don’t push it.” he looked up from your shoulder, catching your gaze in the mirror with an innocent look before flashing you a teasing smile.

₊⊹ 𝘢𝘱𝘵 ₊⊹

description: fluff ⋆ comedy ⋆ a little suggestive

pairings: p. sungho x afab!reader

words: 3.2k

warnings: suggestive ⋆ mentions of alcohol ⋆ mentions of sungho & y/n making out

author’s note: chat lynn is back!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) im sososo sorry this oneshot took so long (｡•́︿•̀｡) if you couldn’t tell by the title, it’s partially inspired by “apt” by rosé and bruno mars so i strongly recommend that you listen to it while reading (ㅅ´ ˘ `) happy reading !!

tags: @onedoornet @blossomnet

game start !

"alright sweetheart, let us know if you need anything at all"

the older woman at the front desk smiled sweetly as she handed you the key to your new apartment.

"thank you so much"

you bid her goodbye as you boarded the elevator, praying that there would be a broom or something inside so you could clean while procrastinating on unpacking.