A Nighttime Routine

A Nighttime Routine

Summary: Vernon successfully ropes you into helping him take off his makeup and ends up doing it for him anyways because you're weak for him and you both know it. Freckle appreciation ensues.

WC: 800

Established relationship, this is just pure fluff

A/N: This was written in one sitting and is very unedited. You have been warned. This is based on one of the photos released for Vernon's TTT preview cuts!

Thank you to @multi-kpop-fanfics and @wonwussy for witnessing me sob over this on Discord you're both real ones <3

“Hold still for me, please.”

Vernon hummed quietly as he followed your request, relishing in the delicate way your fingers skimmed over his face as you took his makeup off for him. His eyelashes fluttered as he peered up at you, admiring the look of concentration you had adopted. He told you before that you didn’t need to focus so much when you removed his makeup, but you were insistent in trying to avoid harming him as much as you could. Knowing how stubborn you could be, he let it slide and chose to take the chance to stare at you to his heart’s content. That didn’t last for long when you went to get another cotton pad, noticing the way Vernon stared at you and flushing at the adoration in his eyes. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You grumbled lightheartedly, turning around to busy yourself with the rest of his skincare products to avoid showing how embarrassed you were.

“Is it wrong for me to want to appreciate the work that my lovely partner is doing for me? And is it wrong to want to admire them either?” He asked, a slight pout on his face. 

You rolled your eyes at him, noting the sparkle in his eye as he continued to theatrically pout at you. “You can stare at me all you want after I take your eye makeup off. Now, close your eyes please.”

“Has anyone told you that you would be a good makeup artist before? I think you would be fantastic at it.”

“Only for removing makeup, apparently. But sorry, my clientele only includes my goofy boyfriend who won’t stop giving me looks until I agree to help him take his makeup off. Or take it off for him while he sits in our bathroom looking pretty. 

Venron laughs lightly at that, smiling widely at you even with a pair of cotton pads on his eyes. “Your boyfriend must be very lucky to get exclusive treatment like this, and I know he knows he’s lucky too.” 

You flush again, scrunching your nose at him while he still can’t look at you and you don’t say anything, diligently removing the last of his eye makeup.

He blinks slightly as he opens his eyes again, and only smiles more at the embarrassed look on your face. “All joking aside, thank you for indulging in me and thank you for being so wonderful to me. I know I can take my own makeup off by myself, and I’ve been doing it for years, but it’s just better when you do it, y’know?” 

You sighed lightly, fighting to keep the smile off your face and failing to do so while you ushered Vernon to get up and put lotion on. It was your turn to admire him as he diligently worked to keep his skin healthy, something he noticed as he smiled at your reflection in the mirror. 

Vernon turned around, a question on his lips but was cut off by you gently cupping his face in your hands. You smiled softly at him, thumbs brushing over the freckles dusting his cheeks and nose. 

“This is my favorite part of taking off your makeup, getting to see your freckles without anything covering them up.” You murmured softly. “Your makeup artists should stop covering them up so much, y’know. They’re so pretty, why would anyone want to hide them?” 

Vernon snorted at that, but leaned more into your touch. “If I didn’t know any better, I would've thought that you liked my freckles more than you like me.” 

You shook your head fondly, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips as you stared into his eyes. “I loved you before I knew you had freckles. I just love you more now because of them.” 

Stunned at your honesty, Vernon flushed and hid your face in your neck while you laughed softly and petted the hair on the back of his head. He began to softly rock you back and forth as you held each other, a soothing silence taking over the bathroom. 

When Vernon was finally able to look up at you again, you stunned him yet again by kissing the freckle on his nose and continuing to kiss the rest of his freckles as he whined at you to stop. 

Once you had your fun though, Vernon swept you up in a tight hug, murmuring thanks into your ear as you settled into the hug. 

Whatever you were going to say next was cut off by a quiet yawn, prompting Vernon to chuckle at you slightly. 

“Come on, let’s put everything away so we can go to bed, and if you’re not completely out of it by the time we get there we can just cuddle instead. How does that sound?”

You nodded quickly, helping Vernon put everything back in their designated spot before taking him by the hand and leading him out of the bathroom to your shared bed. Satisfied with a job well done and basking in each other's presence, you both slowly drifted to sleep. 

midnight kisses

pairing: non-idol!woozi x gn!reader

prompt: countdown

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: jihoon is still doing some kind of music, just not as an idol. skinship.

daisy’s notes: if you’re seeing this when it gets posted, happy last day of 2022! or happy new year if you’re in a different time zone!!

Jihoon never prided himself on being the most romantic boyfriend to you… but tonight was different. With barely any time left in the year, he’d been caught up in his own studio when he noticed what time it was. He’d get back to his work in time, but he’d thrown his belongings into his bag and booked it. Most likely, you’d be sitting on the couch for a quiet night in while you watched the countdown to the new year, and he’d be able to do something very out of character for him and kiss first, explain later.

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i'm really bad with alcohol and i thought of something...

imagine jihoon being with you when you're getting drunk for the first time and he finds you so sweet when you won't shut up about how much you love him. you always do that anyway but right then and right there you're saying everything on your mind and your mind loves jihoon a lot. he'd make sure you're taking it slow and once you're done drinking and you're starting to sober up you realise that maybe your body can't really handle alcohol that well. as you're panicking and becoming the biggest hypochondriac ever and feel like shit jihoon will be right there with you, assuring you that you'll be fine and that nothing will happen. then he'll put you to bed and kiss you goodnight on the forehead.

j. wonwoo (cuddly wonu)

Summary: your boyfriend is known for being one of the most quiet members through his group and it's not everyday that he's clingy to you after being apart for so long...

Pairing: jeon wonwoo x gn!reader

Note/s: he/him for wonu's pronouns, no specified pronouns for reader | short fic

"wonwoo, honey..."

"yeah?" he replied as he nuzzle his head through the crook of your neck while his arms were wrapped around your waist.

"wonwoo, i need to cook."

"and i need attention."

you were shocked at his bold response since he doesn't really tell what he's feeling at the moment until the two of you are in your bedroom having pillow talks. you chuckled at what he said and tried to wriggle your way out of his strong arms but he tightened his grip around you.

"we need to eat dinner."

"later." he replied and pecked your cheek but his stomach says otherwise. "uh huh, sure. 'later.'"

"quiet." he bit your cheek lightly and you giggled as you stirred the pot. if cameras were set up around your shared apartment then the world will know how vulnerable the jeon wonwoo is when it comes to you.

"you're so clingy." even if he can't see your face due to you cooking dinner, he can feel that you rolled your eyes when you said that.

"i am and you love it."

"woah there, mr. jeon wonwoo. now where did your sudden confidence come from?"

"probably hoshi's or mingyu's."

"i don't believe it."

silence fell upon you two as the steaming pot was the only thing that's making noise. wonwoo sighed as he pecked your ear and you knew something was wrong. you absolutely know that if your beloved boyfriend backhugs you and sighs, he might be feeling a certain feeling (if that made sense) and you'll patiently wait for him to finally talk to you about what he feels.

"i just, missed you so much while we were on tour you know." he finally admits and you felt your heart flutter when he said that.

a smile crept on your face as you turned around only to face a pouting wonwoo. you engulfed him in a hug to which he gladly returned and gave him a peck on his forehead. "aw, i missed you too darling."

he captured your lips to a sweet kiss for 10 seconds and hugged you once again after the both of you pulled away. you have always loved moments like this with wonwoo. you felt so honored that he let you show his vulnerable side after being together for so long and he feels the same as well.

he sighed on your ear once again before pecking your cheek. "i'm just so in love with you, y/n. you have no idea how much my feelings grow stronger for you each day and these feelings will last till our last breath."

you felt butterflies on your stomach and you giggled. "i love you too. now,"

you pulled away from his hug as you turn the pot off to serve food for the both of you. he kept pecking your cheeks as he helped you with the dishes and you returned all of them with a sweet kiss. "let's eat dinner, shall we?"

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wonwoo - sick

word count : 636

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you grumbled while pinching your nose. you grabbed another tissue to help with the bleeding.

"here," wonwoo appeared with another tissue box since the one you had in the living room was running low from you constantly grabbing tissues due to having a nose bleed. "is your fever any better?" he asked.

your shrugged your shoulders and grabbed a new tissue from the open box. wonwoo put his hand on your forehead.

"yea, it's better," he mentioned. "are you hungry yet? i'll heat up the soup your mom made."

"yea, sure," you replied and let go of your nose. the blood had finally came to a stop, and you threw the tissues away in the trash bin that you had brought out from your office.

wonwoo nodded and went into the kitchen. you heard the sink turn on while you got up and went into the bathroom. you washed your hands and cleaned your face before leaving. you sat back down on the couch and waited for your boyfriend to return.

"can i have tea?" you asked.

"yea," wonwoo replied from the kitchen, "the usual? or do you want something different?"

"surprise me, but not peppermint," you said to him.

"you got it," he replied. "you know that i threw out all of the peppermint tea, right?"

"you did?"

"i don't like it either. i thought you knew that."

-

the light conversations between you and wonwoo ended when he returned to your side with bowls of soup for both of you. he also made tea for you and had added honey to your cup.

"here's medicine," he said and handed you a bottle of liquid medicine, "eat a little bit first," he instructed.

you nodded. "thank you," you said and started eating. wonwoo also started eating and changed the channel on the tv. once you had finished about half of the soup, you took some medicine and placed the bottle onto the coffee table.

"it's bitter," you commented before drinking some water.

"the medicine?" wonwoo asked. you hummed in response. "do you want me to go buy another flavor?" he asked, turning his head to look at you.

you immediately shook your head, "don't worry about it. i can deal with it. i'm a big girl," you said with a laugh.

"uh huh, so next time you'll kill a spider when you see one, right?" wonwoo asked and you rolled your eyes.

"i hate you."

"no you don't."

"i don't."

he stood up from the couch, "do you want more soup?" he asked.

you shook your head. "i'm going to finish this up," you mentioned. all of a sudden, wonwoo’s phone started ringing and vibrating against the coffee table.

you continued drinking your soup as wonwoo picked up his phone. he answered the call.

"hey," he spoke, "yea, she's fine now. i got her medicine this morning," he said and looked at you with a smile. you smiled back at him before he turned away and walked into the kitchen. “uh huh?” the kitchen sink turned on again, “now? okay, i'll be there as soon as i can." you heard wonwoo put his phone down on the counter. "hey, i have to leave," he said to you.

"now?"

"yea, something about the concerts, so i have to go in," he replied and you heard the sink turn on. "want me to pick up dinner?" he asked.

"will you be gone that long?" you questioned.

"not sure, but it wouldn't hurt for me to pick up something,” he said to you.

"yea, that's fine," you said and finished the rest of your soup. wonwoo came back into the living room and took the bowl from you. "thank you."

"you're welcome," he said with a smile. he leaned in to kiss your forehead before returning to the kitchen.

Wined & Dined - C.SC

Pairings: rich bf! Seungcheol x afab! reader

Genre: fluff, smut, established relationship

Warnings: cursing, dom! Seungcheol, Seungcheol likes spending money, strength kink, oral (reader rec), restraint play, use of toys, overstim (reader rec), let me know if I'm missing anything else

Word Count: 879

Summary: It's your birthday, and your boyfriend can't help but give you everything you deserve.

A/N: This is a birthday gift to Mar🌙 Happy birthday to my most chaotic anon 🥺

"Seungcheol!! You promised you wouldn't go overboard this year!" You huffed out

Turning to face your boyfriend, who happened to have the most annoying (and hot) smug look on his face, you glare at him, even though your heart fluttered and your eyes had a storm of tears brewing and ready to cascade down your cheeks.

Seungcheol was a successful man in his field, you knew this fact getting into a relationship with him, and if you said it didn't intimidate you...you'd be a filthy liar. But Seungcheol always reassured you over the years that he never looked down on you due to his own status. He always respected you and treated you as his equal.

However, he took absolutely no issue and even relished flaunting his wealth when it came. More specifically, spoiling the fuck out of you on random occasions and set ones such as tonight.

Your birthday.

Seungcheol had a track record of going above and beyond for your birthday. He'd plan the most extravagant trips to places you could only imagine, buy you anything your eyes lingered on for even a second while shopping with him, and treat you like majesty because that's what he thought you deserved.

And not once over the years had Seungcheol wished for anything back other than loyalty and your love.

"You don't like it? I can always get my plan b ready if a yacht would make tonight better," Seungcheol casually muttered as he stepped a foot closer to you to wrap his arms around your waist.

A yacht??

Your eyes widen to the size of saucers, staring at Seungcheol as if he had two heads which only widened the smug smirk on Seungcheol's face.

If you had any complaints about the gorgeous hotel room roughly 3 times the size of your apartment, you'd be the most ungrateful (and stupid) person alive.

But the fireplace that practically enticed you to snuggle up with Seungcheol near it, the candle-lit dinner with a starter already prepared and a bottle of wine you couldn't pronounce couldn't compare to the pure adoration you saw laced in Seungcheol deep brown eyes.

As much as overspending made you uncomfortable at times, you knew gifts were Seungcheol's love language, and he loved watching the surprise on your face each time he made a minor dent in his bank account for you.

"Seungcheol, this is more than amazing. It's just...you promised to not go overboard this year," you huff as your arms rest on his shoulder, fingertips toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Come on, Y/N. You know this is tame for me. We'd be in Italy right now if it were up to me. Now, let's eat before the food gets cold. We have a lovely 5-course meal to enjoy."

Seungcheol takes hold of your hand and guides you to the dinner table, your mind fuzzy from trying to adjust to being spoiled despite dating Seungcheol for a while.

"Well, it's a 6-course meal for me, but that's after we're done at the table," Seungcheol whispers into your ear as he comes up behind you to pull your chair out for you like a gentleman despise the tone of his voice painting a sinful image in your mind.

"S-Seungcheol, fuck— s'good baby," you moan out, your eyes rolling back for the third time as your body uncontrollably shakes from the feeling of Seungcheol's lips wrapped around your clit and the vibrator toy (one of many gifts) moving in and out of you from his expert hands.

You had some idea of what your boyfriend was insinuating earlier, but none of your perverted thoughts would have prepared you for what he was planning inside that devious head of his.

You bring your hands that were currently tied together with velvet tie from his dress shirt from a brand you couldn't bother to pay attention to when you two feverishly undressed each other, down to your face, biting down on the soft material to try to muffle out your pathetic cries of pleasure.

Seungcheol was in deep concentration as his tongue worked around your clit, but he immediately took note of the sudden decrease in volume and pulled his lips away from you.

Leaning up to make eye contact with you, Seungcheol fiddled with the toy inside of you, turning it up to the highest speed as his other hand grabbed hold of your wrists, placing your hands about your head once again.

Your cunt clenched around the toy at his display of dominance, your body squirming underneath his hold, the overstimulating starting to kick in as your fourth orgasm started to build.

"I got the penthouse suite just so I can hear how pretty you sound, baby. Don't be shy. Let it all out for me. It's your birthday, baby, no holding back tonight," his husky voice whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine as you came around the toy again, his sensual voice sending you over the edge.

"That's it, cum for me. Want you to make a fucking mess all over the bed, Y/N. Gonna make you cum over and over again."

Fucked out of your brain and a blubbering mess was definitely one way to spend your birthday.