Hit : Vernon

Hit : Vernon

⇢ Synopsis: You might not be great at taking the large bong your frat friends pass around at parties, but Vernon has at least one pipe you can handle ;) 

⇢ Pairing: Stoner!Vernon x fem!reader  ⇢ Genre: smut, fluff, slow burn ⇢ Warnings (18+): weed/drug use, shotgunning, sex without a condom, big dick! Vernon, cock warming, fingering, boob worship, soft pet names, lots of grinding/heavy petting and build up, cockhigh reader dumbification, etc…  ⇢ Word Count: 9.1k  ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: frat au, stoner!Vernon, love triangle, friends to lovers

Prologue : Then 

As if your first day of university can’t get any more nerve-racking or heart lurching, you’re equal parts shocked, dismayed, and excited to stumble upon one of the prettiest guys you’ve ever seen when you finally find your orientation group.

Everything happens quickly, and you can hardly focus while the circle of 20 people go through short introductions, your eyes keep finding the guy that looks way too attractive to be a first year-

The man next to your mystery crush is a music major and introduces himself as, “Boo Seungkwan, but I’m Seungkwan, not Boo-”

Hazle brown eyes light up with a smile at his friend’s antics, and just as you’re about to start drooling at how pretty he is, it’s the man in muted tones’ turn to speak.

“Hi, I’m Hansol,” he says, giving a small wave to the circle. “I’m in history for sure, and maybe a minor in philosophy, but we’ll see.”

He has a way of speaking that transfixes you, a way of being-

But before you can think much more of it, your orientation group leader is announcing “we’ll now be splitting off into smaller teams to look at the different arts buildings you’ll be learning in for the majority of your time on campus.” 

You’re not a history major, so you don’t end up in the group that goes to take an ‘in depth look’ at the history building, and a rumbling of emotions builds within you when you watch the pretty boy disappear from view.

While you might be in the same faculty at the same university, it’s a big campus, and there’s no guarantee you’ll see him ever again. 

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pairing: joshua/gn!reader

genre: smutty 

request: hi oh my gosh 🥺 could you write a little drabble about joshua sending nudes ?? with a gender neutral reader pls- thank you so much❤️❤️

notes/warnings: none! unless u count noods (just descriptions) 

a/n: im still iffy about my skills in writing gn readers tbh, esp if im conscious with it. so, if you think i should edit this to be more inclusive, please say so <3

[10:32 PM] joshushushushu <3 sent a photo

[10:32 PM] joshushushushu <3: fuck don’t open that!!!

You really should’ve listened, maybe even given Joshua a few seconds to spam your inbox before opening his message and filling him with dread when the daunting ‘read’ signaled that you’d seen just what he was panicking about. There, filling up most of your screen, was your best friend with his hard cock bulging against his sweatpants, shirtless.

[10:33 PM] you: josh what the Fuck !

[10:33 PM] joshushushushu <3: i told you not to open it!

You sat there for a few moments, bewildered. Trying to convince yourself that it’s not bad, you did your best to calmly type out a tense-diffusing text.

[10:35 PM] you: it’s ok josh lol just try not to do it again please?

[10:35 PM] joshushushushu <3: yeah ofc

[10:36 PM] joshushushushu <3: sorry bestie

[10:36 PM] you: SDJHSDFJHSDH SHUT UP

It was fine. You and Joshua hung out a few days later and just laughed about the whole situation. Who doesn’t accidentally send a nude to their best friend every once in a while? Some even purposefully do it to get feedback. So why was it every time you opened your chat, you had the urge to scroll up just a bit and maybe catch a glimpse of his gray sweatpants before guiltily shutting your phone off?

It was fine, until you suddenly found yourself wearing nothing but an oversized shirt, pulling it a little way past your thighs, snapping a picture, then sending it to Joshua with no hesitation. 

[09:45 PM] you: fuck don’t open that!!! 🤪🥴

[09:46 PM] joshushushushu <3: you little shit

His reply made you laugh, momentarily making you forget about the arousal just simmering in your abdomen. Biting your lip, you slowly tap at your screen, opening your camera once again. This time, you send him one with you sitting on your bed, legs open while your shirt rides up nearing your hips.

[09:46 PM] you: watcha gonna do about it?

[09:46 PM] you: it’s just payback for the last time :P

It took a while for Joshua to reply, and you started to get a little nervous, whatever boldness you had initially slowly dissipating. Your phone vibrated in your hand. Opening your messages, you nearly threw yourself into your bed at the picture Joshua sent.

He was sitting on his bed too, only he was laying down, shirtless, jeans pushed down enough for him to free himself, hand wrapped around the base of his cock. 

[09:50 PM] joshushushushu <3: you’re helping me with this then im coming over.

You barely neared your thumb to your screen when your phone started ringing, Joshua’s contact blearing that he wants to video call with you. With shaking hands and furiously warm cheeks, you accept his call.

hers

part of the svthub collab

pairing: jeonghan x f!reader

word count: 2.3k

contains: camcouple, orgasm denial, overstimulation, use of a sex toy (vibrator), intercourse (unprotected; assume use of other contraceptive methods), mentions of tattoos

a/n: in true livvie fashion, i took a brief and added established relationship dynamic. this is camcouple au rather than camboy au, hope you enjoy it!

"ah, ah, baby. keep your legs open, don't want to keep everyone from seeing how you clench, mm?"

you whimper at jeonghan's chiding words but obey, parting your legs again, letting the camera capture your desperately clenching cunt. his hands rest on your thighs as you lean back on his shoulder, feeling his lips press a soft kiss on the side of your head. he's edged you three times now, and you're beginning to lose focus.

you and jeonghan have some rather unusual hobbies, the strangest one of them being the one you're currently engaged in - camming. the two of you realized early on in your relationship that you enjoy being filmed while having sex, and you ventured into camming a little while later. it had taken some research and experimentation to figure out the best way to enjoy the activity while remaining anonymous (neither of you wants to be recognized for your illicit performances), and now you run a modest channel where you broadcast your bedroom activities semi-regularly.

"won't you read the comments, baby?", his hands rub your thighs soothingly as you catch your breath, "see how much they like it".

you nod and manage to focus on the laptop screen, the bright letters stating "herhannie is live now!" making your heart flutter, like it did when jeonghan suggested the username. the two of you had decided to use "hannie" and "baby" (and sometimes "angel", when jeonghan can't help himself) to refer to each other, seeing as hannie is a common enough nickname that jeonghan can't be identified by it. a camboy you had consulted had warned you against using the possessive username, saying it might turn off viewers.

the advice only made it more appealing to you, though. jeonghan was yours, and you wanted to be possessive. so herhannie stayed.

your eyes catch the usernames you recognize, and you read the comments of your regular viewers. one catches your eye, and you read it out loud.

dinosauras: watching this with my gf rn, she thinks you're super hot

"ah, thanks", you giggle, feeling jeonghan smile against your neck, "that's so cute! me and - and hannie used to watch couples too!".

jeonghan nips at your ear and you pout, sighing when he laves his tongue softly to soothe the sting.

"that was close", he chuckles, "almost gave me away, baby".

the buzz of the vibrator fills the room, and the toy touches your clit before you can respond.

"thought i'm 'hannie' when we're here, mm?", his arm around your waist tightens as you squirm, feeling your orgasm closing in, "your hannie, right?"

what a dick. he knows the affect the words have on you, and he's pulling away the vibrator a second before your orgasm hits - denying you for the fourth time that night. both his hands wrap around you to keep you still as you squirm, tearful moans escaping your lips.

his murmured praises in your ear help you calm down, his chest against your back grounding you to reality. when you started experimenting with denial, jeonghan used to check in every time you seemed in pain - but he knows better now. he knows how much you enjoy it, and he trusts you to stop him when you don't.

"can you read some comments, baby?", jeonghan's voice is soft, but you're sure the microphone catches it, "i'll let you come after you do, mm?"

"okay", you clear your throat, one eye catching jeonghan reaching for the bottle of water beside the bed, "yeah".

you accept the bottle with a small smile and take a sip, reading the comments while you swallow. you almost spit out the liquid when a few comments catch your eye:

sundaywhoring: whats that on your thigh?

bigdk: are you hurt?

you angle your head to look at the side of your upper thigh, where body tape covers a small patch of skin. jeonghan hums contemplatively before whispering "i think we can say it, if you're okay with it" in your ear.

"well", you smile, feeling a flush come up your neck, "hannie and i got matching tattoos last week".

the chat erupts, a mixture of "ugh" and "omg so cute!" filling up the screen.

"i know", jeonghan's voice is cheerful, and you catch a hint of boastfulness, "we're disgusting".

you giggle and lean your head back, humming contently as you feel jeonghan nuzzle your neck.

"i think i should make you come now", his hands slip down to caress your inner thighs, not yet touching you where you want.

"i think that's a great idea", your voice is slightly breathless, "i agree".

"is that right?", he slaps your thigh lightly, shushing you when you whimper, "oh, i'm glad. i would hate to disappoint you, angel".

two fingers slip around the lips of your cunt and press against each other, effectively putting pressure on your clit - enough to drive you crazy, but not enough to give you any satisfaction.

"where's my tattoo?", his other hand reaches for the vibrator, "well, that's only for my baby to know".

someone must've asked the location of his tattoo. you barely finish the thought before the vibrator touches your clit, jeonghan's arm quickly wrapping around you as you shake, your orgasm hitting you in record time.

"it's okay, baby", the vibrator presses harder, "you've been so good. come for me".

his words send you off the edge and you explode, mewling his nickname loudly as you press against his chest, his length digging into your lower back. he keeps the toy on your nub as you ride out your orgasm, feeling spurred on by the praises he coos for everyone to hear. soon enough, the pleasure of the buzz turns into the sting of overstimulation, and you whine for jeonghan to stop.

"you did so good", jeonghan discards the vibrator, "such a good girl, mm? always so good for me".

you hum shakily and turn your head slightly to meet jeonghan's eyes, kissing him softly, feeling warm when his hand reaches up to cup your cheek.

"good?", he whispers, not caring about being audible to the audience.

"yeah", you clear your throat, making sure your next words are loud enough for the mic to catch them, "love you".

jeonghan laughs and turns his head to the side to check the viewfinder, making sure your heads are still out of frame.

"love you too, baby", he turns back and nudges his nose against yours, "always".

you face the laptop to read off some comments, not surprised at the number of donation messages visible in the chat. you and jeonghan had turned off the chat and donation notifications long ago, finding the sounds a nuisance. even without the pinging though, you know your viewers enjoy moments of intimacy between you and your lover.

you decide to answer a personal question.

hawsaw: how long have the two of you been together btw

"well", jeonghan parts your legs slightly, his hands inching towards your cunt, "i think like, 3 years?"

"mm mm", a finger circles your clit, and you feel his smile against your shoulder at your sharp breath, "something like that".

"hannie", you whine when his finger slips down to press against your entrance, "please".

"please what, baby? use your words"

"feel so - ", you gasp when he adds another finger to circle your entrance, "so empty".

"what do you want me to do?", his fingers enter your cunt, wiggling slightly, "is this what you want?"

"yes", you gasp, "no - fuck. want your cock, hannie".

"oh, really?", his fingers curve, hitting your sensitive spot in practiced come-hither motions, making you groan, "you sure this isn't what you want? you seem to like it so much".

"no, please", your hand wraps around his wrist, "please, please. want your cock, hannie".

jeonghan stays silent, continuing to finger you.

"please, hannie", you whimper, barely able to think, "feel so empty. please, want your cock".

"shh. okay, baby", he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and moaning at the taste, "i'll fuck you, yeah?"

he urges you to lift up, his hands gently guiding you to sit on his cock. both of you moan at the feeling, staying in the position while you get used to the stretch.

"you're so warm, angel", jeonghan gushes, "and so wet - fuck".

you chuckle breathlessly, bleary eyes barely taking in the comments pouring in.

tigerlovegrr: she looks so fucked out, even without the face

"ah, is that so", you turn to see the viewfinder and clench at the visual. user tigerlovegrr is right - your body is lax against jeonghan's and you're visibly trembling. you do look fucked out.

"just needed my cock. isn't that right, baby?", jeonghan lifts his hips slightly and you moan, his cock nestling further inside you, "i expect an answer when i ask a question, baby".

"y-yes", he circles his hips and you fight to keep your train of thought, "needed your cock, hannie. so empty".

"that's right, baby", his breath stutters as you clench around him, "can you fuck yourself on me, baby? give everyone a show?"

you nod and lift yourself up, slamming back on jeonghan's length, both of your moans filling up the room. his hands hold your hips and help you ride him while he bucks his hips up in a dance the two of you have perfected. one of his hands reaches out to the side and then presses a cold object in your hand - it's the vibrator, still slick from earlier.

"put it on your clit, baby", he turns it on, "make yourself come".

"but hannie", you moan when he moves your hand to the apex of your thighs, pushing your hand to press the toy against your cunt, "sensitive. so - so sensitive".

"i know, angel", he coos, his hand still on yours, "but i want you to come, mm? you can do it, you're such a good girl".

you nod tearfully and wrap your fingers securely around the toy, pressing against your clit when jeonghan removes his hand. the sensitivity is almost too much, but you keep the vibrator pressed against your nub - your cunt clenching around his cock as you feel an orgasm approaching.

"such a good girl", jeonghan wraps his arms around your waist and fucks his length into your cunt, "clenching around m-me. close, baby?"

you explode before you can answer, your body writhing against jeonghan's as you come, the vibrator against your clit feeling almost painful before he grabs it and turns it off. despite your barely-there state, you're aware of how jeonghan's cock inside you twitches and how his breathing is uneven - he stopped his movements to let you come.

you lift your body up slightly and slam back down, turning to see jeonghan's eyes close as he curses.

"fuck, baby - ", his head tilts back, "baby - you don't have to".

"want you to come, hannie", you lean in closer and clench around him, lowering your voice to a small whisper that only he can hear, "come inside me, jeonghan".

you feel his warm release fill you up as his hips stutter, his moans and your breathing the only sound in the room. his eyes stay close as his hand pats the space next to you, and he sighs in content when you interlace your fingers with his.

for a moment, there's only the sound of breathing in the room. the camera and the audience is forgotten as the two of you catch your breath, basking in the afterglow.

jeonghan opens his eyes and looks at you, his hazy expression matching yours. he leans forward to kiss your softly, his hands running up your arms to cup your face.

"i think we should stop the stream", you smile, your hands lifting up to rest against his chest.

"yeah", he clears his throat, urging you to lift up, "hope you enjoyed this one, guys".

supportive comments fill up the chat as you rise and clumsily fall to the side, cum seeping out of you and on the bedsheet. you look up when jeonghan stops his movements, chuckling and shaking your head at how his eyes stay transfixed on your cunt.

"hannie", you smile sweetly as he snaps up his head with a questioning hum, "the stream?"

"right", his hand lifts up the wireless mouse and accompanying mousepad, "see you later, guys! hope you have a nice week".

he clicks the "stop" button and puts away the mouse, turning off the camera and shutting down the laptop before reaching his arms out to you. you oblige, giggling as you fall against his chest, your arms wrapping around his waist as he presses soft kisses on your hair.

"you good?", he pulls back and lifts your chin up.

"yeah, you?"

"i'm good", he kisses you one last time before getting up, the tattoo on his back flexing as he puts away the devices.

you start to count seconds.

ten. he's closing the tripod and reaching for its case.

twenty-three. he's taking the vibrator to the bathroom to clean it up. you close your eyes, but keep counting.

forty-one. he comes back and places a soft kiss on your cheek, smiling when you open one eye blearily to look at him.

forty-nine. he opens the nightstand drawer. you smile knowingly.

fifty-three. he slips the ornament on your finger.

"jeonghan", you tease, "you didn't even last a minute".

"and so what?", he pretends to not care, but you know better, "that's where it belongs".

you shake your head, lifting your hand to cup his cheek, smiling fondly when he leans into your touch instinctively, the emerald on your engagement ring shining against his skin.

the moon is beautiful : a crush culture bonus update !

synopsis : a flashback to the council’s campaign days, and haechan regrets using google

genre/s : university + council au, fluff, angst

crush culture ➤  masterlist

from reese, with love <3 what?? you think i wouldn’t have a second lead?? you thought it was hyunjin?? >:] anyways, no renjun didn’t google it and taro didn’t have to hehe anyways thank u for all the love on the prev flashback bonus update, i hope u like this one too !! thank u sm for reading :) as always- id love to know what you think ! hope you are all doing well and taking care of yourselves :>>

Distraction

pairing: boyfriend!vernon x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut (minors, stay in school instead of reading this)

words: 1.6k

warnings: fluff, fem-bodied!reader, reference to vernon's weakling peanut allergy (I'm kidding, I'm kidding), heavy mentions of food, fingering, f. orgasm, vernon is a shithead hehe I love him

requested: yessir!

a/n: my dear anon, I hope this satisfies the domestic vernon smut/fluff combo meal you've been craving! this was fun to write, I simply adore vernon (and the rest of seventeen) so much. this is much heavier on the fluff side than I usually write, but it was fun!! happy reading, my lovely vernon stans 🖤

summary: typically, when a person’s house smells like fire, you call the fire department. when your house smells like fire, you know it’s because Vernon is cooking.

A pan clattered.

You looked up from the book in front of you and craned your neck to look through your open bedroom door. You couldn’t see the kitchen from your place at your desk, but you watched Vernon’s distorted shadow drift across the wall as he moved.

“Babe?” You called, a strained smile on your lips. “Everything going okay in there?”

There was a beat of silence before Vernon yelled back, “Yes, uh… everything’s fine. You definitely do not have to come in here.”

Okay, so you definitely did need to go in there.

You stood slowly, taking a moment to stretch your tight muscles. Sitting for hours on end wasn’t good for you, but it was the nature of your job. Poring over books older than your grandparents for the sake of a museum wasn’t typically something that could be done while running.

You rounded the corner into the kitchen like you were sneaking up on a wild cat. Don’t move too fast, don’t make a sound, don’t startle him.

Vernon was standing in front of the stove, wielding a package of raw bacon in one hand and a spatula in the other like they were swords. You covered your mouth to stifle your laugh.

You watched him for a moment, affection for the boy swelling in your chest. Half his hair stuck up straight on his head, a strange cowlick curling at the nape of his neck. The white t-shirt he wore beautifully showcased the muscles in his back—which you did not admire, thank you very much—but his plaid pajama pants were baggy, tied low around his hips.

You finally moved from your place in the hall when an ominous plume of smoke rose from the stove in front of him.

Vernon didn’t notice your presence as you peered around his shoulder, attempting to assess the damage. You grimaced.

He’d chosen to make pancakes, usually a wonderful choice—when they weren’t black on one side and completely raw on the other. You quickly identified the source of the smoke as the pancake currently cooking.

“I think that one’s done.” You advised quietly.

Vernon jumped so hard he nearly knocked his head against the range hood.

So much for not startling him.

He whipped around, still holding his breakfast-themed swords as he stared guiltily down at you. “Baby, you scared the shit out of me. How long have you been there?”

You tracked his movements as he set down the items in his hands so he could pull you against him. Around the scent of burnt food, he smelled incredible. Traces of his cologne from yesterday still clung to his skin and there was a faint undertone of you from the night before. You wrapped your arms around his waist and inhaled greedily, unable to get enough.

You responded at last, “Why, are you doing something wrong?”

Vernon pulled back and softly flicked your forehead. “Of course not. I’m making you breakfast.”

“So that’s what all the racket was about.”

He smiled, a tinge of embarrassed color dusting his cheeks. “I really thought I’d be able to do it this time.”

You laughed and disentangled yourself from his arms. This wasn’t the first time Vernon had attempted to cook for you and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. Usually, his efforts ended with you taking over, your boyfriend sitting at the table to watch you in defeat.

“Move aside, Chef Choi,” you pretended to stretch like you were about to run a race and cracked your knuckles for emphasis. “I’ve got it from here.”

Vernon groaned dramatically. “But I’m supposed to be cooking for you.”

“That’s okay. I’m sure you’ll get it next time.”

You didn’t mind that you usually had to finish the meals he started. In truth, you genuinely enjoyed cooking. It helped, of course, that Vernon always theatrically moaned when he took the first bite like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

Your boyfriend leaned against the counter while you scraped the remainder of his breakfast attempt into the trash. It pained you to waste food, but it was truly unsalvageable—biting into one of those pancakes would surely ruin your appetite forever.

Not that you were going to tell him that.

You spooned globs of batter onto the pan and retrieved a skillet for the bacon, aware that Vernon was watching you all the while.

“You’re not putting peanuts in those, right?” He asked nervously.

You shot an incredulous glance over your shoulder. “Who puts peanuts in pancakes?” Vernon shrugged and you teasingly rolled your eyes. “No, Vernon, I’m very aware of your peanut allergy.”

“You can’t blame me for asking. You did try to kill me that one time.”

You scoffed. No way would you even bother responding to that one. Leave it to Vernon to bring up the one time you’d accidentally given him a granola bar with peanuts and you’d had to whip out the EpiPen in the middle of a grocery store.

Obviously, he was fine now.

It wasn’t until you flipped the pancakes onto their other sides, each one a perfect golden-brown circle, that Vernon decided he’d had enough.

“How did you—I don’t under—ugh.”

You smiled at his incoherent complaints. His arms wrapped around you from behind and you giggled when he attempted to tickle your ribs.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You laughed and pushed his hand away. It immediately returned to your side, this time sliding beneath your shirt so his fingers drifted over bare skin. You shivered at the temperature of his hand but continued to flip the pancakes in front of you.

Vernon’s mouth drifted over your ear and he exhaled, his warm breath sending chills skittering across your skin.

“Seriously, hot shot, what are you doing?” You asked again, your stomach tightening when the tips of his fingers slid beneath the waistband of your pants.

“Distracting you.”

No shit. You were more focused now on the growing ache between your legs than the task at hand.

You swallowed and asked breathlessly, “And why are you distracting me?”

“Because I’m tired of you being good at everything.” Vernon pressed a soft kiss to your jaw as his hand drifted lower. You unconsciously pressed back into him and his arm wrapped around your middle. “I’m trying to even the playing field.”

You moved the finished pancakes from the stove to a plate and replaced them with new batter, your brow furrowed with concentration. If Vernon wanted to play dirty, fine, but you were not going to let him win.

You gasped softly when Vernon’s fingers at last entered your panties. He teased your entrance with his middle finger, his thumb dragging gentle circles over your clit.

“You’re so wet, baby.” He whispered against the shell of your ear, his voice rough. “Cooking turns you on?”

“You’re the worst,” you half-moaned. Vernon laughed as his thumb exerted more pressure. Your knees began to shake, and you couldn’t be bothered to care that your boyfriend was now supporting most of your weight as you leaned against him.

At last, a pancake slid off the spatula before you could set it safely on the plate. It landed with a dissatisfying thwack on the counter. You groaned, half in frustration and half in pleasure, as Vernon chuckled victoriously.

“Gotcha.” He bit down softly on your earlobe and moaned when two of his fingers slid easily into your slick entrance. You didn’t bother trying to be subtle anymore as you rocked your hips on his hand, silently urging him to pick up the pace.

Vernon completely ignored your wishes as his fingers continued to thrust languidly into you. You climbed higher with painful slowness, your walls fluttering around him while you whimpered.

He wouldn’t be able to keep this up much longer. His hard length was pressed snugly against your backside, fully at attention and practically begging you to help. He softly ground his hips against your ass, seeking some degree of friction.

“Your pancakes are burning." He unhelpfully pointed out.

You truly couldn’t have cared less. You braced your hands on the corners of the stove for some level of support, your orgasm urgently looming.

When your high at last swept through you, you saw it coming from a mile away. Pleasure crested over you in a wave, warm as your boyfriend’s chest pressed against your back. You released a shuddering moan of relief as you clenched hard around Vernon’s fingers.

He was the only person in the world who could make you cum like that. You turned boneless halfway through your orgasm, leaning fully against him as you dove head-first into the pleasure his hand gave.

He exhaled heavily in your ear, seemingly as satisfied as you were, and kissed the side of your throat.

“See? Me distracting you isn’t so bad, huh?”

You turned in the circle of Vernon’s arms so you could glare up at him. He gazed down at you with a smug expression, though his eyes were heavy-lidded with lust and his erection still pressed insistently into you.

Without warning, you grasped his clothed length in your hand. Vernon jumped, his eyes wide with alarm, as he released a startled, choked moan.

“That wasn’t nice.” You chided softly. He groaned again when you gently squeezed him through his pants.

You reached behind you without looking and turned off the burner with a sharp snap. The long-burnt pancakes on the stove sizzled dejectedly, but you paid them no mind.

You pressed a gentle kiss to Vernon’s lips, which he eagerly attempted to deepen. Smiling, you pulled away.

“You think you won?” You asked quietly.

“Well you came, so respectfully I know I—”

Vernon’s words cut off in a sharp inhale when you squeezed his dick again. He swallowed thickly at the promise in your eyes.

“Oh yeah? Two can play at that game, baby, and it’s my turn.”

thanks for reading, party people! please give it a like/reblog if you enjoyed it! - j

masterlist here :)

© minghaoyoudoin 2022 - all rights reserved. reposts/translations not allowed. I do not assume to know the personal lives of the idol(s) depicted in this fic, this is for entertainment purposes only!

strangers-to-lovers au with uni classmate!seungkwan

༉‧₊˚✧ for my 1k event !

requested by @seungcy : HIII WIFEYYY CONGRATS ON 1K MUAH MUAH <3 i hope ur taking good care of urself <3 luv u sm muah; may i request 🫣 uni student kwan strangers to lovers where kwan wants to get to know fem!reader so as a way to slowly open up to her, he buys her snacks and leaves them by where she sits along with little notes <//3 KINDA LIKE A SECRET ADMIRER 🫣 and they talk this way for a couple months and reader wants to know them better so kwan gives them his number and then they meet up and yeah <3 fall in luv kiss kiss smoochies very fluffy i love him i won’t him yes yes 🫣🫣

a/n: hai waifey 💗💗 i hope you like how your req turned out muah muah!!!! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY I HOPE YOU HAVE A SEGGSYLICIOUS DAY EVERYONE GO SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY WAIF RN >:( 💗

word count | 2.1k

pairing | boo seungkwan (svt) x f!reader

genre | fluff, humour (a lil), university au, strangers-to-lovers au

warning(s) / includes | food mentions (please lmk if i missed anything!)

you were his classmate in one of his electives

it was one of those easy-a courses where the professor reads off the slides and you can afford to not pay attention and still do pretty well as long as you memorise everything

so most of the people pretty much either skipped class or blatantly didn’t pay attention, treating the lecture as a 2-hour podcast that they treat as background noise

seungkwan wouldn’t say he was the best student, but he thinks it’s a safe estimate that he tried harder than 80% of the people who even showed up to class

it wasn’t a very fun time though </3 with people either dozing off or doing their own thing, he hadn’t made a single friend in the class because it just felt awkward to suddenly approach someone halfway through the semester :(

sometimes vernon snuck into the auditorium to keep him company whenever he didn’t have tutorials <3 we love friends <3

but the lecturer was just so good at lulling people to sleep that he’s usually out cold half an hour in </3 once again leaving seungkwan to his own devices </3

boooooooo (affectionate)

the class had to do an individual presentation on an assigned topic, and in the lesson following the deadline your lecturer randomly picked twenty people off the name list to present theirs in front of everyone

that was the day you caught seungkwan’s eye <333

everyone else before you didn’t bother trying to look like they were interested in the topic, which was understandable, but that meant their presentations were barely engaging and he was fighting to keep his eyes open 😭

but then your name was called, and he heard murmured apologies from a few rows behind him as you made your way down to the podium

you were so cute with your glasses, the large lens complementing your bright eyes perfectly as you shyly began speaking

but perhaps the most attractive part about you was your attitude; you were cheerful and friendly, not excessively so, but enough to have the bored audience paying attention

seungkwan could tell you were nervous: your voice quivered a little at certain points and you fumbled over your words a little whenever the computer was being slow and refused to move onto the next slide despite your frantic clicking, but you recovered quickly after each time

you ended your presentation with a shy smile and an awkward little bow that made some people (including himself) giggle good-naturedly, and he watched fondly as you gave the lecturer a polite nod before practically running back to your seat from embarrassment

he snuck a glance over his shoulder at you, smiling to himself when he found you ducking your head to shield your flustered face from the people sitting near you

he took an instant liking to you that day; you just radiated such positive vibes, and he admired that 🥺

poor kwan wanted to your friend so, so badly, but he didn’t know how to approach you without coming off weird or awkward ;-;

by a stroke of luck, you sat directly in front of him in the next class, an idea popped into his head when you left the auditorium during the 10-minute break

he bought a chocolate bar that morning for when he got hungry or wanted a snack, but then he thought it might be nice to give it to you instead in case you needed a pick-me-up, and who doesn’t like free food?

so he whipped out the little pad of sticky notes he always brought with him (they’re cute—they have little bears holding tangerines on the bottom), and wrote you a short message

you came back to your seat after a quick bathroom break to find a chocolate bar on your tray table along with a small note, you looked around a bit but everyone seemed busy doing their own thing, looking completely inconspicuous; you had no friends in this class so you knew it wasn’t a prank, and no one came up telling you it was meant for someone else either

it left you confused, but you weren’t about to complain about a small act of kindness from one of your classmates

seungkwan couldn’t see, but you had the biggest smile on your face as you read the note, your finger tracing over the pretty, neat penmanship

i hope you like chocolate ^v^ good luck with your classes if you have more after this one!

you did have another class later in the day, and it was a tough one too—your mystery classmate has a good hunch, it seems

your friend seokmin noted the skip in your step as you met up with him for dinner that night, and you excitedly pulled out the chocolate and the note to show him

“looks like someone has a secret admirer,” he affectionately teased, but it couldn’t be, right? you never talked to anyone in this class aside from that one time you asked a boy for a spare sheet of paper. plus, the class has over a hundred people, you’d be practically invisible

you thought you just got lucky that one time, but the notes kept coming for every lesson that followed, and the snack or drink that came with each sticky note was also different every week

even the girl who sat next to you during one of the lectures gushed over how sweet the gesture was when she saw you reading the note, and it led you to realise just how much you liked this mystery person, how they managed to get you to look forward to a morning class on a monday

deep down, you were dying to know who they were because they seem so thoughtful and easy to talk to; you’d love to meet them to thank them for their kindness and maybe even treat them to lunch or dinner as a sign of gratitude. who knows? perhaps you’d even end up being friends

and technically, you knew it’d be easy to catch them in the act—pretend to leave your seat and spy from afar until the mystery person made their move, but you resisted the urge with all your willpower, because if they wanted to reveal themselves, they would’ve; the fact that they didn’t told you they most likely weren’t comfortable with doing so yet, and you wanted to respect that

so you decided to communicate with them another way: by leaving them a snack and a little message of your own

bonus: it was also a great chance to finally break out your hoard of adorable stickers and notepads <3

your messages to each other got longer and longer; from just a few sentences wishing the other a lovely rest of the day, to short paragraphs telling each other little tidbits about yourselves and your week

you found out that they like tangerines (which made sense given the sticky notes they use), that they’re a journalism major, and that they like playing badminton and hanging out with their friends when they have free time <3 all of which you found completely endearing

seungkwan loves your notes with all his heart ;-; he honestly wasn’t expecting you to return the gesture, simply wanting to do something nice for someone who seemed like a fun person to be around, but the fact that you did has his heart racing and heat rushing to his cheeks

all his friends playfully teased him for how giddy he acted whenever he showed them your notes, but for once he didn’t really mind the teasing because he was far, far too whipped to care

lich rally bought a little folder to keep all your sticky notes so they wouldn’t get all crumpled in his bag <3 he reads them whenever he’s frustrated with something, because knowing you see him as a friend despite you two not even knowing each other cheers him up after a long day :(

you were having so much fun exchanging messages this way that it didn’t hit you until the second to last lecture that you’d potentially never get to genuinely know this incredibly sweet person in your class

and while you knew there was the chance of them not wanting to reveal themselves and preferring to leave this in the past once the semester ended, you still wanted to give it a shot ;-;

seungkwan’s hands were shaking a little as he read your note

you totally don’t have to agree if you’re not comfortable, but i’d love to meet you :’)

suddenly, he’s hit with a wave of self-doubt </3 it’s a lot easier to seem cool over paper or text or basically anything that didn’t involve spontaneous, on-the-spot situations, he’s not sure if you’d find him as interesting or fun to talk to once you got to know him irl :(((((

you didn’t hear from him that class, which made you a little sad, but you were ready to prepare yourself for the inevitable outcome that you’d never know who this person is and that this all would simply remain a fond memory in your uni life </3

the week leading up to the last lecture, all of seungkwan’s closest friends hyped him up so much 😞 they knew how much he liked you and from the notes you wrote back it was clear that you liked him just as much

after a lot of encouragement, he wrote you the final note and dropped it off at your table during the 10-minute break

let’s meet up after lecture today >< i’ll wait for you by the water dispensers outside the auditorium

to say you were vibrating with excitement after you read his note was an understatement

finally!!!! you get to find out who your mystery friend is!!!!!!!!

you could barely focus for the rest of the class, which wasn’t a huge deal anyways as the lecturer was simply going over the answers to your quiz

you kept glancing at the clock in the hall, at your watch, at the time on your laptop, then the time on your phone, eagerly counting down the minutes to the end of class

when your lecturer dismissed everyone, you were so nervous that you felt like you were going to throw up, for a split second you wondered if this was a good idea, but you ultimately decided to take a few deep breaths to compose yourself before heading outside

most of your classmates had already dispersed, not wanting to linger on campus for any longer after their last lecture of the day, so it was easy to narrow down who your mystery friend was

as you walked over to the water dispensers, you couldn’t help but think how it was almost too good to be true: standing next to the dispensers was a cute boy with the fluffiest hair and squishiest cheeks, wearing what looks like the softest sweater ever as he anxiously rocked back and forth on his heels

maybe this is a coincidence? maybe he isn’t the person you’re looking for but a cute guy who just so happened to be waiting for someone else?

all these questions brewing in your head were squashed when he gave you a shy smile as you drew closer, a quiet “hi” passing through his pretty lips

it was awkward, but not uncomfortably so

“are you…?” “the person who wrote you the notes? yeah, that’s me.”

you noticed how he wrung his hands together nervously as he confessed, and hoped that the warm smile you gave in return would be enough to reassure him

“it was so sweet of you to do that for me, thank you. i’m y/n, but you probably already knew that.”

he chuckles, cheeks still tinged a rosy pink, “yeah… i’m seungkwan.”

“well, seungkwan, i don’t have class after this anymore, so do you want to get lunch together?”

his eyes almost bugged out of his head at your invitation, but he quickly recovered and eagerly agreed, telling you he knew about this new place just outside campus that had really good sushi

you honestly couldn’t believe your luck: he was funny, sweet, and kind, and the two of you chatted like you’ve been friends for years as you ate, even going to get coffee together after because neither of you wanted your conversation to end <33 after a few more months of being friends and getting to know each other, he asked you out properly during one of your coffee shop study dates 💗

and now after almost two years of dating, the two of you still kept those notes from all those months ago in a little box tucked away safely in a desk drawer at your apartment

and when your friends asked you two if you were going to save them to show your future children, seungkwan merely responded with two playful, haughty words

“yeah, and?”

a/n: will proofread tmr bc it’s 3am rn and i have to get up for class in a few hours HWJSHAJ anyways waifey if ur reading this i hope you liked this :’))) 💗💗 ily a lot teehee kissies smooches

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