#svt jun

genre: fake texts, smau, one shot!, non!idol, ex relationship

warning: cursing, down bad svt, a bit of angst

a/n: someone requested for ex texts w the members but i can’t find the request💔💔 sooo to the anon who requested this MONTHS ago it’s finally here

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I think things are escalating pretty quick +_+ anyways enjOy hehehe

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Seungcheol:

Freezes mid-kiss when his palm brushes bare skin, then smirks against your lips. “You came to me like this? Baby, you’re gonna kill me.” His hand slips higher under your hoodie, deliberately brushing places that make you gasp. He chuckles, cocky. “Don’t hide… I want to feel all of you.”

Jeonghan:

Pulls back immediately with that sly grin. “Oh? Someone’s bold tonight.” He toys with the edge of your hoodie, tugging it up just enough to make you whine. “What? You’re shy now? You can’t start a fire and expect me not to burn.” He drags it out, enjoying your fluster before finally kissing you deeper.

Jisoo:

His ears turn bright red, but his restraint crumbles fast. “You’re… not wearing anything?” His hands settle on your waist, firm but gentle, before sliding higher. His lips grow hungrier, teeth tugging your bottom lip. “God, you’re dangerous,” he murmurs with a rare edge in his voice.

Junhui:

He breaks into a boyish grin before getting serious, hands already roaming. “Wah… you’re too much, baobei.” He dips his head to mouth at your collarbone, teeth scraping lightly. “Do you know how hard it is to control myself right now?” His tone is playful but dripping with heat.

Soonyoung:

Gasps loudly, pulling back. “Babe! You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” He giggles nervously, but the way he squeezes your thighs while kissing you again gives him away. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me,” he pants between kisses, his grin never leaving.

Wonwoo:

Still and composed on the surface, but his eyes darken instantly. “You planned this?” His tone is calm, but the hand on your waist presses you closer until you’re flush against him. When you nod shyly, his smirk sharpens. “Good. Then don’t complain when I don’t let you go tonight.”

Jihoon:

His face goes beet red, staring in disbelief. “…Seriously?” But when you nod, he groans low in his throat, dragging you onto his lap. “You’re unbelievable.” His kisses are hot, frustrated, like he’s punishing you for making him lose control, hands clutching tighter than usual.

Seokmin:

He yelps, then laughs nervously. “You’re unreal.” But then his hands slide boldly under your hoodie, splaying over your back. His kisses turn heated, desperate, almost clumsy in his eagerness. He pulls back just to grin at your flushed face. “You’re gonna ruin me, you know that?”

Mingyu:

Absolutely loses his mind, pulling back to gape. “No way. No way you’re like this under there.” His hands are instantly everywhere, needy and shaky. He peppers kisses down your neck, muttering between them, “You’re driving me insane, babe. I can’t—fuck—I can’t get enough of you.”

Minghao:

Raises a brow, controlled but his smirk is lethal. “You think you can tease me like this?” He trails his hand up under your hoodie, deliberately slow, until you shiver. “Then you can handle the consequences.” His kisses grow calculated, teasing until you’re trembling, his voice low in your ear: “Don’t beg too soon.”

Seungkwan:

Splutters immediately. “Yah! Are you serious right now?!” His voice cracks from shock, but the second your lips brush his again, he melts. His hands tremble as they clutch your sides, sliding under your hoodie. “This isn’t fair,” he whines softly, forehead pressed to yours. “I’m obsessed with you.”

Hansol:

Blinks, pauses mid-kiss. “…You’re not wearing anything?” His monotone hides the way his ears flame red. But then his hands anchor firmly at your hips, pulling you tight against him. His kisses turn deep, almost rough, his low voice breaking: “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”

Chan:

Stunned, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. “Baby… you’re gonna drive me crazy.” He swallows hard, then surges forward to kiss you again, impatient and needy. His hands grip your thighs, squeezing hard as he presses closer. “Don’t tempt me if you’re not ready—I won’t be able to stop.”

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Thank you to my moot, @epelletart, for replying to my random af post the other day. I present to you my first-ever themed series for SVT!

drop dead - Jun

stupid song - Hoshi

honeybee - Mingyu

maggots for brains - Wonwoo

u + me = <3 - DK

my way - Jeonghan

purple - Minghao

the cure - Seungkwan

begged - Woozi

what's wrong with me - Vernon

less - Joshua

expectations - S.Coups

cigarette smoke - Dino

I'm excited for y'all to read these! Lmk if you wanna be tagged for a specific guy or you wanna be tagged in all of it!

I hope you guys like the lineup! xo

Texting your boyfriend/husband “I kinda miss being single” to see how they respond.

❧ PAIRING; ot13 x reader

❧ GENRE; fluff, humour, smau, suggestive

❧ TAGS/WARNINGS; social media au, established relationship, text prank, humour, fluff, swearing, sexual undertones, suggestive

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ [SEVENTEEN [RIGHT HERE] World Tour in Japan]

Your hotel room in Japan was dim, lit only by the glow of the bedside lamp. The city outside was quiet, though faint neon spilled through the curtains. You laid sprawled across the bed, phone clutched loosely in your hands, screen lighting up your tired face.

The clock on the table ticked constant - hour hand just short of striking the number two.

The other members had long since knocked out after rehearsal earlier that day; you were still wide awake, waiting for the familiar buzz of your phone.

It finally came.

Jun’s name appeared on the screen, the video call request buzzing faintly. Your eyes lit up instantly, sitting up a little, pressing accept.

“Hi~,” Jun’s face appeared on the screen, framed by the lights of a ceiling lamp. He looked tired, hair tousled, makeup mostly rubbed away, but he still smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling softly. “Sorry for calling so late. Or…early.”

“You made it,” you grinned, curling into your pillows under the covers. “You finally finished? I thought you’d be too busy to call today.”

He let out a small laugh, leaning back onto his bed.

“I almost was,” Jun admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Schedules ran over. I only just got back.” His voice softened. “But I promised I’d call you, didn’t I?”

Your chest warmed.

Flopped onto your side, you rest a cheek on your arm to look at him better. “I missed you, the place is too quiet without your dumb comments.”

Jun tilted his head, amused. “Quiet? With thirteen people? That’s new.” His chuckle came low and comforting with the words.

“Okay, fine, not quiet. But different,” you said, pouting a little. “It’s not the same without you.”

“Even Dino said today he missed your jokes.”

His brows lifted, genuinely surprised. “Really? Dino said that?”

“Mm.” You grinned, lowering your voice as if sharing a secret. “He actually sighed and said, ‘It’s too serious without Jun-hyung.’”

Jun laughed at that, the sound soft but carrying even through the phone. He looked down briefly, fiddling with his sleeve before glancing back up.

“I missed you too,” he pursed his lips, thinking. “Even with a whole team here, it’s still…different– Good. But different.” His words trailed off, but you could hear its meaning linger in the pause.

For a while, the both of you just talked - about the little things.

What you ate for dinner, how his filming went, funny things the members did that day. Nothing heavy, nothing dramatic. Just the kind of small details that filled the space between the two of you even when miles apart.

“Are you eating well?” You asked suddenly, tone slipping into that familiar, casual concern.

Jun smirked.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? You’re the one on tour right now.”

You rolled your eyes, but remained smiling. “I’m fine. Just tired.” a pause. “The fans keep asking about you, though.”

His expression softened at that.

Jun leaned closer to the camera, his voice lowering. “Tell them I’ll be back soon, and not to forget me.”

“They could never forget you,” you spoke without hesitation.

A beat of silence passed - comfortable, unhurried. Jun’s smile stretched a little wider, warmer. “Thanks.”

You could hear the faint road noise from his end, the gentle hum of the fan in the background. On your side, only your breathing and the distant buzz of Japan’s nightlife.

You yawned then, the exhaustion finally catching up with you. Jun noticed your slowing words immediately; eyes blinking heavier with each passing second.

“Tired?” he asked gently.

“No…” you mumbled a reply, though your voice betrayed you. Your phone slipped a little from your hand; you adjusted it clumsily.

Jun smiled faintly, watching your struggle to stay awake. “You should sleep, it’s late.”

“But I just started talking to you…” you whined halfheartedly, shaking your head.

He chuckled quietly, a fondness in his gaze. “We’ll call again tomorrow, okay? I’ll make time, no matter how late it is.”

You nodded, lips curving into a sleepy grin. “Promise?”

“Promise,” he said firmly, raising his pinky to the camera.

But you only hummed in response, eyelids finally fluttering shut as your breathing slowed.

For a long moment, Jun just sat there, watching you through the screen; your face relaxed in sleep, the faint sound of your breathing steady against the chaos of his day.

“Goodnight,” he whispered, even though you couldn’t hear him anymore.

Sighing softly, Jun’s own shoulders dropped as the exhaustion of his filming settled in. Still, he stayed on the call anyway, letting the minutes tick by in comfortable silence.

Finally he closed his eyes too, leaving the soft glow of your sleeping face glowing faintly on his screen.

Somehow, even through a shaky video call, the distance felt just a little smaller.

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a/n: bestie, you're in my head bc Jun lives there rent-free with 19 others- also, this sounded like a request for hcs, so let's go!

warning: mdni, 18+, lowkey service top! Jun, dirty talk, teasing, praise, unprotected, established relationship, a little dumbification, multiple orgasms, creampie, Jun big, Jun down bad, you down bad, etc.

[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]

Jun is a provider; his love language is acts of service, so he definitely is the type to get turned on by the idea of breeding you and truly marking you as his.