vacation day - 633

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Wonwoo Military Service Countdown

Days since enlistment(250403): 7

Days until discharge(270102): 633

older bf! seungcheol x college student! reader (f) ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

a/n; doing this for my own sanity // word count; 1.2k

content; age gap, size difference, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, cock-warming, hair-pulling, spanking, public/semi-public sex, degradation, praise kink, tummy bulge, office sex, smut with the smallest amount of plot

MDNI 18+ after cut

OLDER BF! CHEOL who first met you at your part-time job at the coffee shop near your home. shaky hands and pretty smile handing him his coffee, at his now go-to place. he knew his confident aura and flirty looks were being picked up by you. you were smart, just very shy and he liked that. he left you his number on the receipt after signing, along with a $20 tip. giving you chills as he gave you a wink and a small smirk before leaving the shop.

OLDER BF! CHEOL who gave you a date,time, and place as soon as you agreed to meeting with him. the restaurant he chose proved all your assumptions as it was extremely fancy. like you never thought you’d step foot in a place like this. his first time seeing you outside of work and oh he was in love. your hair out of that cute ponytail and perfectly sitting on your shoulders. the dress was simple but still made you look stunning. and him wow. his entirely black suit with the sleeves lifted, showing his huge arms that you so badly want to have on you.

OLDER BF! CHEOL who swears you can quit school and he will provide everything for you. you giggle at his request but decline as you believe he could do that, but you still wanted to pursue your career. he admits defeat and tells you how much he admires your ambition while keeping his eyes trained on you. you knew you were probably blushing like an idiot but somehow it felt right to, you wanted him to know how hot he makes you.

<mingi x fem!reader>

Getting stuck in the backseat of your friend’s car after a night out with your drunk friends wasn’t how you thought of ending the night, especially not on Mingi’s lap.

Genre/warnings: smut, pwp, forced proximity, technically exhibitionism but not because no one ends up noticing, fingering, light choking and wrist pining, riding, cream pies, orgasms, something is going on in the backseat…, furcoat mingi

word count: 3.3K (what the fucK)

a/n: y'all be eating fucking good fr. Also shout out to my loml @bro-atz for helping out with the plot a little <3 shout out to mingi brain rot!

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“Who else is here?” You ask. 

She shrugs. “My boyfriend and a couple of his friends. You know them.” Well, you’ve definitely met a couple of your friend’s boyfriend’s friends before. Your eyes scan the crowd and sure enough, you spot familiar faces. 

And then your eyes rest on a particular male—his hair dyed platinum and slicked back, already drawing attention because of his height alongside his fur coat that hung over his shoulders. You never thought someone could pull off a fur coat that well actually. A pair of glasses sits on his nose bridge, which seems to somehow accentuate how sharp his eyes are. He’s been on your radar since he appeared on a mutual friend’s Instagram. 

“He’s pretty cute isn’t he?”, your friend’s date pushes, lightly bumping his arm against yours. 

You cast him a glance. “Just surprised that there are people who still wear fur coats in this economy.”

Once you got into the cab and felt a hand cover your mouth with a cloth, a wave of dread swept over you. This was it, you thought. This was the end of your miserable life. You fought with every ounce of strength left in you, but as the world began to fade, your mind drifted to regrets you’d been holding on to. You could’ve accepted Mr. Seo’s offer for a date. You could’ve been kinder to your colleagues—especially Mrs. Chae. You could’ve treated your students with more warmth, if only you had known this was how it would end. Your end.

But then, somehow, you woke up.

You blinked against the dim light, disoriented, and slowly took in your surroundings. The posters, the bookshelves, the scent of lavender… You were in your old bedroom, the one you’d left behind four years ago. This was your parents' house.

You shot up from the bed, a dozen questions firing off in your mind. Hadn’t you been kidnapped? How were you here, of all places? You struggled to process, but then realization hit. This had to be your parents' or your brother's doing. They had found you...and forced you back.

"Welcome home," a low, familiar voice drawled.

Mingyu pushed open the door to his apartment, the weight of the crutches under his arms feeling heavier than his own body. His right leg, wrapped in a brace, ached with every small movement, a dull reminder of the career-threatening injury he had suffered during practice. The air inside was still, silent—too silent. Usually, he wouldn’t have noticed, but tonight, the quiet felt suffocating.

The moment he stepped inside, reality hit him all over again. No more training. No more games. No more adrenaline-pumping moments on the court. He had spent years building his life around basketball, and now, with one wrong landing, it was all on pause.

His lips pressed into a thin line as he forced a breath through his nose. Positive mindset, positive mindset… at least, he would have a year to rest. A whole year to recover, reset, maybe even enjoy things outside of basketball. But who was he kidding? His life revolved around the game. The thought of sitting on the sidelines, of watching his teammates push forward without him, gnawed at his chest like an open wound.

With a grunt, he shuffled further inside, his good leg bearing most of his weight. But just as he adjusted his crutches, his left crutch suddenly slipped, and his balance wavered. A sharp jolt of panic shot through him as he struggled to keep himself upright.

“Shit!” he hissed, his grip tightening just in time to prevent himself from crashing down. He glanced at the floor, only to see a crumpled wet tissue stuck beneath his crutch—the likely culprit. His brows furrowed as he glared at it, frustration bubbling in his chest.

You. You must have left it there before heading out.

What if your roommate turns into a cat?

Wonwoo experienced three bizarre things the moment he woke up:

1. He wasn’t in his soft, warm, and luxurious bed. In fact, he wasn’t even in his room. The second he opened his eyes, confusion struck him like a bolt of lightning. Instead of his familiar surroundings, he found himself lying on a rock-hard mattress in a room he had never seen before. His back ached from the uncomfortable bed, and the musty smell of old wood filled the air.

2. Before he could even process where he was, the door suddenly burst open, slamming against the wall with a loud bang. A woman, looking frantic and completely unbothered by the fact that he had just woken up, barged in and yelled at him. “Come on! Help me get the kids ready!” she snapped, her voice grating against his ears. Wonwoo flinched. The kids? Since when did he have kids to take care of? Even back at home, not a single staff member dared to wake him up so rudely, let alone order him around. But this woman? She had the audacity to yell at him as if she had been doing it for years.

[12:49 a.m.]

wonwoo lays on the bed, with your head resting on his chest. the little streaks of moonlight that peek through the bedroom window lights the room enough to keep his packed suitcases barely visible, standing at one corner of the room, holding heavy with his clothes and emotions. but the two of you have an unspoken decision to not acknowledge it at the moment.

the bedside clock ticks away time in sync with the rhythm at which your head moves up and down with his breaths. but neither of you are asleep, nor do you decide to break this silence.

but then he hears your sniffs before he feels the cold wetness of your tears soaking into his t-shirt. wonwoo's quick to hold you to look at your face, but you don't allow it and only snuggle deeper into his chest to hide your face from him. wonwoo has to physically resist the urge to search for your face, because he knows what this is about, and he knows it's best to give you the time and space to process these emotions while he's still with you.

because tomorrow, he wouldn't be there to help you with it.

so he decides to pat your back in an attempt to soothe you.

because tomorrow, you'd have no one around as you cry yourself to sleep.

after a while, just as he'd expected, you bring your face back into his vision and snuggle into his side as before. this time, you draw random shapes into his chest to distract you from the tears collecting.

"if you could wish for one thing right now," you ask him in voice so soft, the room stays undisturbed, "what would it be?"

the soft rumble of his chest as he hums to think of an answer calms you for the being.

"i'd wish for one more day. so that tomorrow you'd ask me this again, and i get to reply the same again. and then again. and again."

you swallow the lump in your throat as you think about his answer.

"what would you wish for?" he asks.

"i'd wish for the time to stop. for the seconds to still and for the hours to remain unchanged. so that i can stay like this with you for a long time."

this was enough to break the mask wonwoo had so carefully placed so as to not upset you more. a single tear rolls down his cheek and places itself on your hair that he was nuzzled in until now. but you can't see him like this. not now, when you're trying so hard to seem okay. to show him you'll be okay.

and even though deep down you both know this isn't forever — he'll come right back to you in 2 years — your hearts still pain at the thought of having to go back to living without the other by your side.

so he turns towards you, so that your tears be soaked into his shirt, and his into your pillowcase, an unusual way to keep each other company as you part for the time being.

― MEETING OF THE CENTURY

choi seungcheol is about to embark on his scariest life quest yet: meeting your older brother.

"i’m sick."

you crossed your arms over your chest, looking down at the blanket-burrito on your bed that was your boyfriend. any other day, this would mildly worry you, because despite being blessed with many things—like his thick eyebrows and long lashes—a good immune system was not one of them.

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push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) - part four

summary: thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off.

pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader

word count: 8.4k

genre: smut (18+) overall (this part is suggestive), enemies to lovers, angst, camboy au

warnings/contains: adult language, discussions regarding streaming work, teasing/banter (always), continued usage of petnames, suggestiveness (they're horny, your honor)

a/n: after consulting with my executive board (aka @librarian-stacks and @biaswreckingfics - thanks, baes!), I have decided to split what was part four into parts four and five. seriously, y'all, it was at 16.4k and still had...stuff to be written/happen. obviously, since there's already like 8k of the next part written and it's coming along, it will not be nearly as long a wait for what comes next. but in the interest of ease of reading on tumblr, here's a much more reasonable length part four.

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push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) - part one

summary: thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off.

pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader

word count: 8.4k (this part - the whole fic? uhhh tbd)

genre: smut (18+), enemies to lovers, camboy au

warnings/contains: camboy!cheol, explicit language, masturbation (m. and f.), usage of petnames (affectionate) and petnames (derogatory), general e2l antagonism and shenanigans, questionable decision-making.

a/n: this is part of the svthub collab. thanks to @sapphichui for putting it together and for being so gracious! special shoutout as well to @biaswreckingfics for being my second pair of eyes on this even if she doesn't read svt fic <3

svthub masterlists: hyung line and maknae line and official taglist form

general taglist: @trashlord-007, @goodforgyu

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do you like her?୨ৎ

(seungcheol x reader) — tbh idk what to categorize this as so im just gonna say angst, comfort

a/n — so this probably isn't the possesive reader u wanted buttt its the best i could do i am so sorry

you didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. really, you didn’t.

but seungcheol had been talking to her for too long. laughing a little too much. leaning in just a little too close.

it was stupid. you knew it was stupid. he was just being friendly. but that bitter, ugly feeling curled inside your chest, sinking its claws in deep.

you clenched your jaw and looked away, fingers gripping the edge of your sleeve. you weren’t going to make a scene. you weren’t going to ruin the night. you weren’t—

"baby?"

his voice made you tense before you could help it. you hadn’t even noticed him walking over.

"what’s wrong?" he asked, brows furrowed in concern.

[250223] Incheon Airport Departure -> London

svt + "oh no, the car is packed"

seungcheol: says you're riding shotgun and doesn't allow anyone to say anything else. "but hyung, i'm too big~" mingyu could say, and seungcheol would be like 🤷 yeah well, that sounds like a YOU problem.

jeonghan: depending on his mood, he's either the one sitting on your lap like a princess or he's the cocky motherfucker who will smirk because you'll have to sit on his.

joshua: ever a gentleman, he lets you decide if you're comfortable with sitting on his lap or if you'd rather sit on anyone else's/have someone on your lap. would probably tell you to ride in the front seat with the driver too.

jun: stands there like 🧍 just casually talking logistics with wonwoo and chan until he also casually gets in the car and gives you a small smile and a nod, telling you to make yourself as comfortable as possible. blushes the entire ride.

soonyoung: literally couldn't care less but has the time of his life with you sitting on his lap, you'll have to be careful not to bump your head as he's bouncing his legs in excitement.

wonwoo: has you on his lap like it doesn't mean a thing but deep down he's all butterflies, rainbows and unicorns. most likely to rest a hand on your waist just because. has the time of his life during a 15 minutes ride.

jihoon: "jihoon-ah, what do you prefer?" *doesn't answer as he's already calling an uber, he is NOT doing that or puttng you in such a position*.

seokmin: apologizes the moment you sit on his lap, but you know he ain't sorry - his smile is too big in that moment. will crack a joke to make you laugh and then he'll laugh with you and you'll feel his breath on your shoulder and-

mingyu: a big baby :( would be bullied into riding in the backseat and pouts because of it, but then smiles when you have to sit on his lap. wraps his arms around you to "make sure you're safe" - yeah, right. you don't fool me, kim mingyu.

minghao: does his best to make everyone let you ride in the passenger seat because you don't deserve to be in the backseat all squeezed against those losers. sneakily grab the keys and then drive the car, saving himself from the backseat too.

seungkwan: doesn't even try to play it cool or cocky, he literally giggle as he sits on your lap. grabs the back of the driver's seat for dear life the entire ride otherwise he's gonna combust. apologizes every time he has to move. "i'll start a diet tomorrow-" "boo seungkwan, just shut up, please".

vernon: "should we just ride the subway?" "i don't know, vernon. i mean, it's gonna take us double the time to get there?" "yeah. let's take the subway". please understand his message.

chan: is torned between having you on his lap or sitting on yours. frowns in annoyance when one of his hyungs tells you to sit on their lap - like, come on now, give him a break!! but also, chan has the brightest smile on his face when you have to change laps and sit on his because he's smaller than almost all of his hyungs.

TIARAS AND TUTUS

❧ PAIRING; mingyu x reader

❧ GENRE; fluff

❧ TAGS/WARNINGS; established relationship, (girl) dad mingyu, pure fluff, drabble

❧ WORDCOUNT; 1.2k

Mingyu never imagined that at thirty-two years old, he’d find himself standing in a crowded kindergarten classroom wearing a pink tutu and a plastic tiara. Yet here he was, adjusting the waistband of the fluffy skirt while you tried to contain your laughter behind your phone’s camera.

“Gyu, oh my god— I can’t,” you wheezed as you snapped another picture. “You look adorable.”

Mingyu shot you a glare, his face already burning with embarrassment. “I don’t know why you’re laughing. You made me do this.”

“You agreed to this,” you corrected him with a grin.

“For Minji,” he huffed and then looked down at your four-year-old daughter.

Minji, completely unfazed by the ridiculousness of the situation, twirled gracefully in her matching pink tutu. Her tiny crown, slightly crooked on her head, added to her charm as she beamed up at him with excitement. “Daddy, we look like real ballerinas!”

Mingyu sighed, his heart melting despite his efforts to remain composed. “Yes princess, we certainly do.”

The kindergarten was organising a Father’s Day celebration, and for some inexplicable reason — one Mingyu would never comprehend — the teachers had chosen a father-daughter ballet performance as the perfect bonding activity.

When Minji first handed him the invitation, he couldn’t help but laugh, mistaking it for some kind of joke. However, upon looking into her bug, eager eyes, he realised that he couldn’t exactly say no.

“Will you dance with me Daddy?” she asked, and denying her request was simply not an option.

He had convinced himself that it wouldn’t be too bad. Perhaps they’d simply wave their arms a bit and call it a day. However, when he arrived at the school and saw a row of frilly pink tutus hanging on the classroom wall, his stomach dropped.

Now, standing in the middle of the classroom with his tutu barely covering his hips, he realised just how deeply he had underestimated the situation.

It wasn’t just him (thankfully) — every father in the room was dressed identically. However, none of them stood out as much as he did.

Mingyu, standing at six feet two inches tall, was easily the tallest person in the room. The other dads were of average height, which made it easy for them to blend into the crowd. However, Mingyu stood out like a giant who had been dropped into a sea of tiny fathers and daughters dressed in tutus.

And now, in just a few minutes, he was going to have to dance on stage. He ran a hand down his face. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“You’ll be fine,” you assured him between giggles. “Just embrace it.”

Mingyu groaned, but before he could express his annoyance further, a small hand grasped his. He peered down to see Minji gazing up at him with big, round eyes.

“Daddy, are you okay?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Of course sweetheart,” he forced a smile.

“But you look nervous,” she frowned.

Mingyu hesitated. He didn’t want to ruin this for her, but the idea of being the tallest, most awkward ballerina on stage was making his stomach twist in knots.

Minji suddenly took both of his hands in hers. “Daddy, you don’t have to be scared. You’re the best dancer ever!”

Mingyu snorted. “I don’t know about that princess.”

“Yes, you are!” she insisted. “And even if you mess up, it’s okay because we’re doing it together!”

Mingyu’s heart fluttered in awe. How was it possible for such a small human to be so wise? He crouched down, meeting her gaze. “You really think so?”

Minji nodded firmly. “Uh-huh! And also, if you dance funny, Mummy said she’ll love you even more.”

From behind them, you burst into laughter. Mingyu groaned in annoyance but couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “Of course she did.”

Just then, the teacher clapped her hands to gain everyone’s attention. “Alright daddies and daughters! It’s time to line up for our performance. Remember, the main objective is to have fun, so don’t worry about being perfect!”

Mingyu took a deep breath and stood up, allowing Minji to drag him towards the stage. The other fathers shuffled nervously beside him, some adjusting their tiaras, while others looked around as if they’re searching for an escape route.

The curtains were drawn back, revealing a small stage decorated with pastel pink and white ribbons. The audience, predominantly mothers, younger siblings, and teachers, watched with amused expressions while holding cameras to capture the moment.

The lights dimmed slightly as soft, whimsical music started to play. Mingyu swallowed hard as he followed the simple steps they had learned during their brief rehearsal. The movements were basic — twirling, raising arms in an arch, and a little plié — but somehow, performing them in front of an audience while wearing a tutu made it ten times more challenging.

He spotted you in the crowd with your phone raised as you documented every embarrassing moment of your husband as well as your daughter’s. He was certain that he was going to hear about this for years.

But then, he looked down at Minji, whose face was radiant with nothing but joy. She giggled as she twirled beside him, holding his hand so tightly that it seemed to anchor him. She wasn’t embarrassed. She wasn’t worried about how silly they looked. All she felt was happiness.

And suddenly, Mingyu no longer cared.

So what if he was a six-foot-two man in a tutu? So what if he looked absolutely ridiculous? His daughter was happy, and that was all that mattered.

His movements became more fluid and confident. He gracefully lifted his arms, exaggerating his spins just to hear Minji’s laughter. When he noticed another dad struggling to keep the rhythm, he gave him a reassuring nod. Because they were all in this together.

By the end of the performance, Mingyu spun Minji in the air one final time, earning loud cheers and claps from the audience. The teacher applauded in response, and the little girls all curtsied, while the fathers bowed (some more dramatically than others).

As they walked offstage, Minji beamed up at him. “See? You are the best dancer ever Daddy!”

Mingyu smiled and bent down to kiss her tiny forehead. “Only because I had the best partner.”

You approached them with your grin still plastered on your face as you held up your phone. “I managed to capture the entire thing, and I’m sending it to Wonwoo and the others.”

Mingyu groaned. “I’m never living this down, am I?”

“Nope,” you smirked.

Your husband sighed dramatically, but when Minji hugged him tightly, all his embarrassment vanished. After all, nothing was more important than making his little girl smile.

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Later that night, after putting Minji to sleep, Mingyu sat on the sofa scrolling through his phone. When a notification suddenly appeared on the screen.

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Mingyu let out a groan and tossed his phone onto the soft. You, seated beside him with a smug grin, rested your head on his shoulder. “So…do you regret it?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “No,” he admitted. “But I’m banning you from using your phone during school events.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I can’t make any promises.”

And despite his embarrassment, Mingyu couldn’t help but smile. Because at the end of the day, he would wear a thousand tutus if it meant making Minji happy.