Misconception Of Love - Chwe Vernon

misconception of love - chwe vernon

vernon x gn!reader

word count: ~2.1k

warning(s): fluff, academic rivals?, e2l (kind of), vernon is called an idiot but not in a malicious way, it’s just light hearted banter and competition(?), let me know if i forgot anything!

hi @rasparagus! it’s your secret santa ❄️! i hope that this story meets your expectations 🥺 - i had fun writing it and getting to know you a little bit! ^-^ if you ever want to talk more my dm’s are always open (or were in the svthub so we can talk on discord!). <3

“you’re in my seat.” your eye twitches a little as you look up at vernon, who’s standing off to your left. 

“it’s college, chwe, there’s no assigned seating.” you grumble before going back to writing in your planner. 

“yeah but that seat has the best view of the board and it’s far enough from the speakers that it doesn’t hurt my ears and the vent is close but far enough that it’s not unbearable.” he rambled.

“you’re unbearable,” you sigh before setting your pen down. “just sit somewhere else for today, it won’t kill you.”

“but what if it does? then you’ll have that weighing on your shoulders for the rest of your life.”

“i already have my student debt weighing me down, you’re gonna have to try harder than that to get me to move.” you crossed your arms in amusement as you watched him shift from foot to foot. 

“but-“ before he could argue anymore the professor turned her mic on, the static through the microphone signaling the start of the class. 

“good morning everyone,” she smiles at the class, everyone shuffles to find their seat leaving vernon the only one standing. “mr. chwe would you mind taking your seat please.” 

“yes, sorry ma’am.” he sits in the seat next to you, his knee knocking yours causing you to freeze.

“what are you doing?” you hiss at him quietly as the professor introduces the topic for today's lecture. 

“i’m trying to learn, what does it look like?” he hisses back as he flips his laptop open, his fingers tapping away at the keyboard as he starts a new section of notes.

“no i mean.. what’re you doing sitting here?” 

“the professor told me to sit, so i did. pay more attention and you would know that.” you frown and bite your tongue to keep from biting back as you scribble notes into your notebook. 

“how can you read that?” he peers over your shoulder, frowning at the cursive on your page. 

“are you saying my handwriting is ugly?” you look up at him and have to hold back a laugh as he stutters, his eyes going wide. 

“what? no no no, i just mean that i can’t read cursive.” his face heats up a little in embarrassment. “not that i’m stupid or anything i just never bothered to learn.” 

“i don’t think you’re stupid.” your eyes return to your page as you try and not to think too deeply about the fact that you inadvertently complimented his intelligence. 

“oh? if i didn’t know any better i’d think you’d just complimented me.” he smirks. 

“you’re right, you don’t know any better. now pay attention.” his smirk falls as he grumbles to himself, returning to typing at his keyboard. 

—

since that day, vernon has always made it a point to show up to class early to make sure he gets his seat. it was stupid, and funny really how he’d be sitting there all smug and you hated to admit that he looked cute even when he had two different shoes on and he forgot a beanie so his bed hair was very much on display. 

“you’re an idiot, you know that?” you shake your head trying to hide your smile as you plop down in the seat next to him. despite your constant bickering you’ve taken up to sitting together - you found you quite enjoyed having him close (and his presence wasn’t as annoying as you liked to make it out to be). 

“and you’re in love with me.” he doesn’t bat an eye as he continues to stare at his laptop screen intensely. 

“i’m sorry, what?” you stared at him flabbergasted, a million thoughts ran through your head but the main one was ‘how did he know?’.

“what? i thought we were stating the impossible?” he finally tilted his head to look at you with a grin. 

“idiot!” you yell as you smack his arm, an embarrassed blush on your face as you shuffle to grab your bag so you could move seats. he was rubbing his arm when a look of panic crossed his face. 

“hey wait, where are you going?” he grabs your wrist before you could fully stand up. 

“going to sit somewhere else.” you didn’t want to look at him. you knew it was stupid but over the past couple of weeks you figured out why you looked forward to every class despite having to wake up at the ass crack of dawn. 

“is it because of what i said?” he was staring at you with a worried frown on his face. he was trying to tilt his head so he could see yours but you were determined to stare at the clock in the corner of the room.

“no, why would it be about what you said?” 

“you’re a horrible liar, you know that.”

“and how would you know that?” you turn around to stare at him, incredulous. he was grinning at you, knowing he got you to finally look at him. “i hate you.” you huff when you realized what he had done. 

“no you don’t.”  he hums to himself as he turns back to sit normally. 

“and how do you know that?” you side eyed him as you pull out your planner to write out the dates and lesson plan on the board. 

“because you wouldn’t be sitting here right now.” 

“what if i’m just trying to gain your trust so i can finally take you out?” 

“like on a date? cause if so i’m free at 4.”

“you’re unbelievable.”

“and you’re cute, especially when you’re irritated at me.” he’s biting his lip as he suppresses a smile. 

“wha-“ the professor had impeccable timing as she turns her mic on, cutting your sentence off. 

you couldn’t stop thinking about what vernon said, his words kept replaying and distracting you from the lecture - leaving your notes half written. 

towards the end of the lecture a little torn piece of paper lands on your desk, startling you from your daydreams about going on an actual date with vernon. 

‘what’s your email?’ you frown and look at vernon who’s typing furiously at his laptop, making sure he got everything the professor said. 

‘why?’ you hand it back and try to pay attention to the professor but you can’t.

‘so i can hack your computer’ you roll your eyes but decide to give it to him anyways, what’s the worst that could happen? he actually does hack your computer? 

when class ends vernon packs his laptop away into his backpack and instead of leaving instantly like he always does he waits by the door for you. 

“so, what’s your next class?” he asks as he falls into step with you as you leave the building where all the literature classes reside. 

“why do you care?” you hold the trap of your tote bag tightly, trying not to pay attention to how close he was to you. 

“well i’m gonna figure it out eventually.” he shrugs as he continues to walk with you.

“what are you doing?” you stop in your tracks to turn and look at him. 

“walking you to your next class?” he looks at you like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“but why? you’ve never walked me to class before.” 

“isn’t that what boyfriends do? they walk their partners to class,” he reaches to grab your hand and tug you down the sidewalk. “now, what’s your next class and when does it start?” you just let him drag you as you stare at him dumbfounded. 

“boyfriend?” you whispered confused as you fell in to step with him again. 

“yeah,” he tilts his head at you, it’s a habit you noticed he had and you couldn’t help but think he looked like an adorable puppy. “isn’t that how that works?”

“how what works?” 

“you said you wanted to take me out, so i told you 4.” he looked at you like it was obvious. 

“no vernon,” you sighed, all the puzzle pieces started to click into place. “i meant i was gonna take you out like, i was gonna strangle you or something.” 

“oh,” his face exploded into an embarrassed blush as he looks ahead of him again. “i thought it was going to be like one of those romance movies where you finally asked me out and we started dating.”

“that’s.. not how the real world works vernon.” you sigh quietly. “you actually have to state that you want the other person to be your partner.” 

“oh.. we’ll then do you wanna be my partner?” he looked at you so hopeful. 

“who even said i liked you?” his expression fell and you actually felt bad. 

“i thought all the banter was you liking me? y’know, like in the movies.” he stops, his eyes looking at the ground dejectedly. 

“you need to stop watching so many romance movies, it’s not good for your perception of the real world.” you reach up to ruffle his already messy hair. “but i do like you idiot, i was just being hard.” 

“wait, really? you’re not messing with me right?” he looks at you with wide eyes. 

“i’m not messing with you,” it was your turn to blush as you tried so hard to keep eye contact so he knew you were being serious. “i like you vernon.” 

“great!” he smiles wide. “i like you too, obviously..” he laughs quietly. “now that we have that out of the way, let’s get you to class.”

“not that i don’t like the idea of you walking me to class don’t you have one to get too?” you squeeze his hand after realizing your fingers were still locked together. 

“not until one.” he looks at his watch. “i still have thirty minutes.” 

“wait it’s twelve thirty?” your eyes widen.

“yeah?”

“my class has started already!” you yell before booking it down the sidewalk dragging vernon with you who stumbles over his feet. 

the two of you are out of breath after running halfway across campus in about five minutes. you took a second to catch your breath, you didn’t want to draw any more attention to yourself then you already where going to when you walked in. 

“give me.. your phone.” vernon pants out as he reaches the hand that wasn’t on his knee out. 

“why?” you still hand it to him before he could answer. just as quickly as he started typing on the screen he was handing it back.

“my number, i already texted myself.” he smiles before standing up straight. “text me when you’re out of class.” 

“i get out of this class at three.”

“ew.” his face scrunches up in disgust. 

“i know,”  you giggle quietly. “i’ll see you after class?” 

“see you after class.” he smiles at you, and he can’t help but watch you run up the stairs of the math building - his eyes full of hearts and stars. 

—

while you sat through the lecture your phone buzzed quietly with a text message. you were already board and tired of this class so you picked up your phone, smiling when you saw that it was vernon.

‘how does cheeseburgers at 4 sound?’ 

‘i have to study for a test tomorrow.’

‘so i’ll bring the cheeseburgers to you and we can go out for celebratory milkshakes tomorrow at 4’

‘celebrate what?’

‘you acing the exam?’

‘how do you know i’ll ace it?’

‘i’m sorry… how long have i been fighting you for the number one spot in lit this semester? i know you’ll ace it.’

‘i’m gonna smack you’

‘what? why?’

‘because you’re too fucking cute.’

‘aw :) you’re cute too.’

you couldn’t help but smile at the texts, he was going to be the death of you and you were seriously thinking of smacking him for being so cute. just as you were getting back into the groove of the lecture you got another notification, this time from your email. 

‘i noticed you weren’t really writing during lecture today so i tried to get everything down, sorry if they don’t make sense or if there’s anything missing :) -vernon’ 

now you were thinking of kissing him for being so considerate (and cute). 

‘i hate you <3’ you emailed him back, and almost instantly you got a frowning face back which caused you to giggle. you could imagine the look on his face right now as he just stares flabbergasted at his laptop in the middle of the food court where you know he’s sitting right now waiting for his next class.

⚬ pairing: prince!seokmin x fem!reader ⚬ word count: 12,690 ⚬ warnings: none. ⚬ genre: enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, angst, teasing, some slowburn romance, superfluff toward the end.

✧✎ synopsis: the time has come for prince seokmin to meet his arranged marriage, which forces you to confront a strange predicament: if you truly hate the prince, then why does the thought of him being with someone else hurt this badly?

✧✎ a/n: yeah… i’ve wanted to write some prince!lsm since his excalibur pictures. evidently, i am very late! i hope u enjoy nonetheless :-)

Hiking up the long, heavy layers of your dress, pale and coloured like lilacs, you retrieved a small carving knife that had been clandestinely strapped against your outer thigh. Buried a few feet away from you in the grass was a smooth, palm-sized piece of beech wood, which you quickly picked up before walking back to the bench. You sat down horizontally, stretching out your legs and taking up as much space as possible whilst you started carving down the edges of the beech wood, flicking away the occasional shavings.

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bittersweet | jeon wonwoo (masterlist)

☆.*+ seventeen social media au

★ synopsis: in which y/n and wonwoo are forced to share an apartment in secret.

★ taglist: to join the taglist, sign up with the google form!

★ genre: good morning call!au, college!au, roommate!au, enemies to lovers, fake dating, angst, fluff, comedy

★ pairings: jeon wonwoo x female reader

★ start: june 18th, 2021     ★ end: july 23, 2021

☆.*+ profiles

★ profiles 1

★ profiles 2

★ profiles 3

☆.*+ chapters

★ prologue pt. 1

★ prologue pt. 2

★ one. our love is real

★ two. spice tolerance

★ three. broken

★ four. photo frame

★ five. iced americano

★ six. chefs kiss

★ seven. the rules

★ eight. national treasure

★ nine. if you're happy

★ ten. dilf

★ eleven. you can be my teacher

★ twelve. 71%

★ thirteen. healed

★ fourteen. hot girl summer

★ fifteen. photosynthesizing

★ sixteen. love u forever

★ seventeen. under the moonlight

★ eighteen. anything for you

★ nineteen. is your boyfriend single

★ twenty. exposed

★ twenty one. for the better

★ twenty two. i'll make it up to you

★ twenty three. new addition

★ bonus! binki

how wonwoo says “i love you” for the first time 💌

he carries you all the way to the bathroom, bridal style and all, just so he can clean your knee. he stays silent as he helps you sit down on the edge of the bathtub and even when you wince in pain, his lips are sealed in a thin line. you look at wonwoo every once in awhile as he dabs your knee with a sterile gauze, noticing the wrinkles that formed between his eyebrows as he inspects your bleeding knee.

you reach out to smooth the wrinkles between his eyebrows with your fingertips and he momentarily stops his movements just to look at you. “i’m sorry,” you finally speak, your lower lip jutting out to let him know just how sorry you are for being so careless.

he shakes his head, and returns his attention back to your cut. he cleans your cut in no time and he leaves you to sit on the edge whilst he throws the red gauze in the bin. you stare at him through the mirror as he washes his hands and his face remains unreadable.

“woo i said i’m sorry,” you attempt to stand up but one look at you through the mirror sends you back down. “why’d you have to be so carelesss yn?” he finally replies, spinning around and leaning against the sink.

“i just wanted to surprise ‘s all,” you mumble, your head dropping in embarrassment. you wanted to surprise him for your 6th monthsary but after tangling yourself with the fairy lights and falling off the stool, the ruckus had him running down from his bedroom to the living room where he found you laying on the floor. he didn’t know his heart could drop so low at the sight of you.

“i really don’t get why we have to celebrate our 6th month together,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. he closes the gap between you two as he kneels between your legs. he cups your cheeks with his warm hands. wonwoo loses his train of thoughts as he continues to look into your eyes and without being able to stop himself, he whispers the three words you’ve been aching to hear from him.

“i love you okay? i don’t need any fairy lights or a blanket fort, i just want you.”

you grin so widely at his words that the pain coursing through your knees subsides momentarily. you cup his cheeks in your hands too, placing a long and soft kiss on his lips.

“i love you too.”

your girlfriend

pairing: scoups x f!reader, jeonghan x reader

word count: 2.2k

contains: threesome, fingering, intercourse (protected), masturbation (m), cum-tasting (it's brief; i'm so sorry), reader gets leg cramps

a/n: hahahahahahaha. this is so soft for a threesome, i truly indulged myself. tagging @husbandcheol for cheol feels. thanks @underratedlovedone for proofreading! hi @starlightjoong!

"you're doing it wrong"

jeonghan opens his mouth to respond to seungcheol's grumbling, quickly closing it when he sees your boyfriend slide out from behind you. seungcheol nudges him away, taking his place in front of you and massaging your calf.

when seungcheol and you had discussed the idea of bringing someone else into your bedroom for one night, you didn't think it would come to any fruition. your boyfriend gets sulky when you give anyone (even a dog) more attention than him - you had no reason to think he'd be okay with inviting a third person to participate in your activities. it seems that his friend jeonghan is an exception to that.

you were surprised by the offer but readily agreed, trusting both men fully. boundaries were drawn soon enough - the big one being that jeonghan keep his dick in his pants (something you had apologized for, but he had waved it away with a smile, saying he was just happy to be there).

everything was going fantastic until a few minutes ago. jeonghan was much softer than you would've expected, working three fingers into you to get you ready for your boyfriend's cock. it was quite the experience - sitting on the edge of the bed between seungcheol's legs while he pressed soft kisses on your neck, his praises mixing with his friend's.

then your penchant for getting leg cramps during sex bubbled up, and both men froze as your moans turned to yelps. "cramp", you had gritted out, leading your boyfriend to instruct an alarmed jeonghan to massage your calf. it seems jeonghan wasn't doing a good enough job, and seungcheol had now taken over.

"i was doing fine, you know", jeonghan mutters, side-eyeing seungcheol.

"you were too slow", seungcheol doesn't bother looking up, his eyes focused on your face as his fingers work on your muscles, "she's in pain, jeonghan".

"obviously you're faster, you're used to her", jeonghan rolls his eyes, looking at you and adding apologetically, "i'm sorry, angel. i tried".

"it's okay, hannie", you giggle, and his face lights up at the sound, "sorry about - well, this. not exactly what you signed up for".

jeonghan shakes his head and murmurs "it's not a problem" the same time seungcheol looks up and chides "do not apologize, baby", and you can't help but snicker at the situation. you're naked and extremely turned on while both jeonghan and seungcheol are shirtless, and you're all waiting for your stupid cramp to go away.

oh well. atleast jeonghan will remember the night.

"can i kiss you, angel?", jeonghan asks tentatively.

you look to your boyfriend and catch his wink. i'm okay with this if you are, it says.

"yeah", you smile, watching as he picks up your hand in response. he trails soft kisses up your arm to your neck, intertwining his fingers with yours. ever the flirt.

"you're so pretty, angel", he kisses the corner of your mouth, and you can't help but blush under his attention.

"thought you were going to kiss her, jeonghan. not fall in love with her", seungcheol's voice interrupts the tender moment, and you look to your boyfriend to see him shaking his head fondly.

"so i did", jeonghan whispers over you lips, "and i would hate to keep you waiting, angel".

unlike your boyfriend, jeonghan kisses you slowly, teasingly. his tongue fleetingly touches your lips but doesn't go past them, his free hand coming up to touch the side of your neck lightly. the whole thing is a ploy to make you want more, and you do - finally snapping and pulling his head closer, swallowing the triumph chuckle that falls from his lips. you're almost completely immersed in the kiss, and you almost don't notice how your boyfriend's hands have stopped moving on your leg. almost.

"that was nice", jeonghan pulls back and chuckles, lifting your intertwined hands to place a soft kiss on your knuckles.

"yeah", you clear your throat, "nice".

"if the two of you have had your fun", seungcheol grumbles, making you look at him, "is there still pain, baby?"

"no", you move your leg to check, "no, it's fine now".

"okay", he looks at his friend, "jeonghan, hold her from behind".

jeonghan looks like he wants to protest for a second, but he follows - smoothly sliding behind you and wrapping his arms around your body. seungcheol moves to kiss you, his lips hard on yours as his hands weave into your hair, the feeling of his tongue on yours making you moan into the kiss.

"am i better?", he asks after pulling away, bringing you out of your haze.

"huh?", you blink, barely catching jeonghan whisper "seriously?" against your neck.

"that's my girl", your boyfriend smirks, moving to separate your thighs.

"she has to say that, she's your girlfriend", jeonghan nips at your ear, "don't worry, angel. i know who you like better".

"jeonghan", seungcheol chides, inching a hand towards your cunt, "keep her still".

the arms around you tighten as your boyfriend's finger touches your clit, rubbing light circles while his other arm keeps your thigh still. your moans are spurred on by jeonghan's praises in your ear, his hands moving to play with your nipples.

"she likes them pinched", seungcheol offers, his finger now circling your entrance.

"is that so?", jeonghan tugs at your nipples before pinching them lightly, "you like a bit of pain, angel?"

you whine a "yes", your head tipping back to rest against jeonghan's shoulder just as your boyfriend pushes in two fingers in your cunt. they curve in practiced come-hither motions, easily finding the sensitive spot inside you.

"do you like his fingers inside you, angel?", jeonghan asks teasingly, his fingers still on your breasts.

"he asked you a question, baby", seungcheol pipes in when you don't respond, a finger coming to circle your clit, "answer him, or i'll stop".

"yes", you gasp, feeling your orgasm approaching, "yes. please - cheoli - please - "

"come, baby", your boyfriend orders, "now".

you explode, trembling in jeonghan's arms as seungcheol's fingers help you ride out your high. your body goes lax against jeonghan's when you come down, and you shiver when he whispers "so good, angel. so good" in your ear. you watch from lidded eyes as seungcheol pulls out his fingers from you cunt, the digits glistening with your slick.

"want a taste?", his eyes meet his friend's.

jeonghan doesn't answer, choosing to lean forward as seungcheol brings his fingers to the former's mouth. you meet seungcheol's eyes as the sound of jeonghan sucking your slick fills the room, and an involuntary whimper escapes your lips.

"you like that, baby?", seungcheol's wet fingers touch your cheek, "how does she taste, jeonghan?"

"just decadent", jeonghan hums against your skin, "he's so lucky, angel. he gets to taste you whenever he wants".

"yes, i am", seungcheol presses a soft kiss on your lips, "very lucky. baby, do you want to stop now? what do you want to do?"

"want you to fuck me while hannie watches", you answer without hesitation, "if he's okay with it", you add softly.

"oh, i'm more than okay with it", jeonghan responds.

"it's decided, then", seungcheol pulls at the drawstrings on his sweatpants, "jeonghan, back up against the headboard. same position, hold her still".

jeonghan follows the order, coaxing you to move with him. his arms wrap around you while you spread your legs, watching as your boyfriend takes off his remaining clothes and grabs a condom from the nightstand. "good to know you kids are using protection", jeonghan comments, making you giggle as seungcheol rolls his eyes.

"i know he's big, angel", jeonghan comments as the two of you watch seungcheol roll on the latex, "but incase you want to try someone longer - "

"jeonghan", seungcheol growls.

"hey, i mean no harm", jeonghan's voice is conciliatory, but you can hear his smile, "just letting her know she has options".

seungcheol closes his eyes and swears, seemingly searching for patience.

"don't let him bother you, cheoli", you murmur soothingly, reaching for your boyfriend's hand, "and you", you turn to look at jeonghan, "stop poking him".

"but it's so fun", he protests, taking in your narrowed eyes, "fine, fine. i'll stop bothering your cheoli".

"will you please fuck me now?", you turn and pout at seungcheol, watching as his eyes soften, "please?"

"ofcourse, baby", his hands caress your thighs before lifting them up, exposing your cunt, "feeling empty, mm?"

"yeah", you whimper when he slaps his cock against your cunt, feeling your blood rush at jeonghan's low curses, "cheol - please".

"take a deep breath, baby", he positions the head against your entrance, "jeonghan?"

"i know", the arms around you tighten.

you moan as seungcheol pushes his cock into you slowly, his eyes on your face to look for any signs of discomfort. you feel jeonghan press soft kisses on the side of your head as you close your eyes and try to get used to the stretch, clenching around seungcheol's cock at the praises both men murmur at you.

"i'm good now", you breathe, "you can move. please".

seungcheol pecks your lips softly before pulling out and thrusting back in, both of you moaning at the sensation. he fucks into you at a frustratingly slow speed, not giving into your pleas.

"he's a tease, isn't he?", jeonghan's voice is slightly uneven, his cock digging against your back, "if it was me, i would give you whatever you wanted, angel".

seungcheol thrusts in sharply, increasing his speed suddenly like you've been begging him to. maybe you should invite jeonghan more often.

"yeah, it's not you, jeonghan", he keeps up the speed, groaning through his retort, "it's me. isn't that right baby?"

you mewl at his possessive words, whining his name when he brings a finger to your clit.

"answer him, angel", jeonghan murmurs, pinching your nipples.

"yes - ah”, your eyes roll back as seungcheol's fingers quicken, your high approaching at the assault, "yours, cheoli. just - yours - please - "

"wanna come, baby?", your boyfriend grunts, "go ahead. milk my cock".

his words are enough to make you fall off the edge and you explode around his cock, watching as he thrusts in a few more times before his hips stutter, a long-drawn moan escaping his lips. your hands rest on his skin as you lean against jeonghan, your pants filling up the room.

"well, that was something", jeonghan breaks the silence, leading you and seungcheol to chuckle.

"told you, you won't regret it", your boyfriend gives you a brief kiss before getting up to discard the condom, while jeonghan slides from behind you to grab the bottle of water from the nightstand, handing it to you with a small smile.

"how you feeling, baby?", seungcheol wraps his arms around you, accepting the bottle from your hand, "you okay?"

"yeah", you look at jeonghan, who is scrolling through his phone, pointedly ignoring the two of you.

"what is it?", seungcheol whispers in your ear.

"cheoli", you whisper back, "he didn't come. look, he's hard".

"i see", he hums contemplatively, "you want him to, baby? i don't mind. you wanna ask him?"

"okay", you murmur.

"hannie", the man in question looks up with a smile, and you feel suddenly shy under his gaze, "want you to feel good too".

"i'm okay, angel", he soothes, "i had fun".

"she means she wants to see you jerk off", seungcheol supplies helpfully, grinning when you whine at his phrasing, "i said i'm fine with it, as long as you are".

"oh", an uncharacteristic blush adorns jeonghan's cheeks, "well. if that's what you want, angel".

seungcheol holds you from behind while moving you to face jeonghan, watching as he takes out his cock and runs his fingers on it slowly, closing his eyes and swearing softly.

he was right, you can't help but think, he's longer.

you look down when you feel strong hands pushing your thighs apart, whimpering when seungcheol runs his fingers lightly up your cunt.

"i know, baby. i know", he whispers when you whine, "let's give jeonghan something to look at, mm? see how much he likes it, mm?"

you clench when you catch jeonghan's reverent expression, his eyes fixed on your cunt while he thrusts his cock into his hand.

"you like how he looks, baby?", your boyfriend coos in your ear, his finger on your clit getting you closer to the edge, "tell him, baby. tell him he looks pretty".

"so pretty", you whine, feeling your third orgasm closing in, unable to look away from jeonghan's cock, "you're so pretty, hannie".

"fuck", jeonghan's hand stutters as he comes, and the visual is enough to set off your own orgasm. one of seungcheol's arms keeps you in place while the other helps you ride out your high, his lips whispering praises in your ear while jeonghan watches with lidded eyes.

"wanna have a taste?", jeonghan asks after both of you have calmed down a little, holding out his cum-covered hand.

"just this once", seungcheol sighs when you look to him.

you take the offered fingers in your mouth and grimace at the bitter taste. you've never been fond of the taste of a semen, but you've gotten somewhat used to your boyfriend's.

"aughhh", you groan, closing your eyes out of exhaustion, "you taste better, cheoli".

a sleepy smile slips on your face when jeonghan's indignant voice exclaims "she has to say that, she's your girlfriend!"

For the Love of the Game - Masterlist

Pairing: College Athlete!Bucky x Reader 

Summary: Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it. 

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol/drinking, Mild language, Angst, Minor injury, Smut (Minors dni, marked with **), Enemies to lovers trope!

a/n: This series is now complete :)

✶ Part One ✶ 

✶ Part Two ✶ 

✶ Part Three ✶

✶ Part Four ✶ 

✶ Part Five ✶ 

✶ Part Six ✶ 

✶ Part Seven ✶ 

Drabbles/One-shots (chronological after the main series, excluding the prequel) 

Bucky realizing he’s falling in love. Prequel one-shot.

First time**

The fight

Bucky gets injured during a game  

Going pro

What You’ve Got

In seven years

💙⚾️Playlist by @buckystarlight​​