YESSSSSSS OMG I AM A FIRM BELIEVER THAT VERNON IS SO FUCKIN SOFT WITH HIS PARTNER -

YESSSSSSS OMG I AM A FIRM BELIEVER THAT VERNON IS SO FUCKIN SOFT WITH HIS PARTNER -

“ Message serie ” : Vernon boyfriend text.

🥥 pairing: seventeen vernon x fem!reader genre: fluff, bf thoughts warning(s): use of pet name (a lot), yn is a fangirl, a little bit explicit ig??

𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓!

- How svt hip hop unit would react to you using your safeword

- cw: fluff, established relationships, humor, slight angst, quickies, rough sex, smut, breeding, degradation, safewords, +18, mdni

⤑ Seungcheol

"This is good right? You're good?" Over and over again, Seungcheol had peppered you with reassurances. They bounced off the bases of his soft, pillowy lips with the same convictions as the wet kisses he was leaving on the side of your face.

You could feel how rough he was beginning to get.

Like a fucking concrete monolith was stationed between your thighs, rutting against you harder and harder the more time that seems to ebb between you. F-Fuck, baby you're so tight, huh? Such a tight little princess for me? He was completely and utterly delirious. You can't crane your hand to look at him no matter how badly you wish to. Your back flat against the polished wood of his desk, and his hand around your throat keeps you there as Seuncheol traps you underneath him. He fucking loved being framed by your soft, pillowy thighs. They got tighter and weaker intermittently around him, all while he whispered the most vile words into your ear.

"You like this, don't you?" You were swimming deep in subspace, a land of pink pillowy nothingness where your brain essentially became a tabularasa. A blank fucking slate.

"Y-Yeah- Cheol- fuck-" Seungcheol watches in pained ecstacy at your blissed out state, completely catching him in the height of his own Dom space. With your tongue lolling out, Seungcheol dips down to whisper straight into your open mouth, "You're such a pretty little slut you know that-"

He was squeezing the base of your throat as he rutted into you. More and more you began to wonder if you were even a person anymore.

"Just a pretty fucking slut for me to use-"

You felt like an object.

A toy.

And despite your walls clenching around his cock your hand flew to his wrist. "Ch-Cheol-"

"You're gonna make me cum, you stupid fucking bitch-"

"Cheol-"

"F-Fuck you're such a dumb little girl-"

"CHEOL- Ohmygod-PEACH-" as if released by some evil spell, Seungcheol immediately uncuffs his iron grip from the base of your throat. He is off of yoy in five seconds, creating as much distance possible while his chest rises and falls and rises and falls. You turn slightly, eyes wide and brimming with... something. It wasn't fear, Seungcheol would hate himself if it was that.

"Baby- I-"

"Could we maybe like, ease up on the name calling. J-Just a little."

He looks fucking devastated "Fuck, I'm- genuinely so-"

"I know. Babe, it's not your fault."

"When you said Degradation I just-" he shakes his head. He wasn't about to blame you. Anything but that. "Fuck I'm sorry-"

"Hey, you're so good. So good. I'm just not into it as much as I thought I was and that was an error on my part."

"Don't fucking apologize. Thank you for telling me."

"Thank you for being a safe enough place to tell." You shrug.

Seungcheol looks around the messy room with deflated shoulders.

"Are we.. do you- I mean I could run you a bath-"

"Get inside me, I was still close,"

⤑Wonwoo

There isn't a moment that Wonwoo isn't always just a little bit overly cautious during your various sexual escapes.

Whether it was a quickie in the bathroom of a Michelin Star restaurant or a divinely long session of lovemaking under the wooden beams of the ceiling, with both your bodies submerged in a sea of blankets. So completely consumed with one another, you've already filled the entire expanse of the messy California king with all your tussling and lovemaking. Wonwoo is always careful.

Infuriatingly so.

Howevsr, there are moments like tonight, where the stars were aligned just a little differently, and your long-term boyfriend was feeling all the more frisky.

You can feel his hands everywhere the very second he stormed into your bedroom from being cooped up in study.

What you expected would be the usual, sober, safe, sex with Wonwoo quickly bled into something else when he pushed open your legs and pulled down your underwear along with your tight pink bum shorts in a single fell swoop.

"Uh -" Your body just let itself be undressed by him. All you could do was watch your boyfriend and his stoney visage as he paid special attention to undressing you. The warm glow of the overhead lights shone off his glasses as he lifted your torso up as if it was nothing, undressing you as if you were a child with underdeveloped motor skills.

"Did everything go okay at work-"

"I can't write. Jihoon wants to record tomorrow and I still haven't written my verse," Wonwoo pays extra attention to rubbing his hands on your soft supple skin. His shadow falls over you as you feel completely vulnerable underneath him, and he has yet to spare your actual eyes even a single glance.

"I'm sure every amazing rapper's had writer's block once and a whi- FUCK!" Your head shot back into the pillows as Wonwoo buried his face in between your legs, eating you out with the most fervour he'd ever radiated in a single sitting. Gone was the poised, level headed Wonwoo. He died somewhere between the pages of his coffee stained notebook.

"God- Wonwoo-" he sticks his tongue out, lapping hungrily at your cunt that only gushes for him. He hums against the tortured skin and your fingers immediate reach for his scalp.

"Fuck-" he mumbles against your cunt before lifting his head, "Can't work like this-" he says before pulling off his thick rimmed glasses and discarding it somewhere on the bed. Your eyes cross the moment his plush lips rub against your cunt and your hips lift almost automatically from the bed. His hands are encircled around your ample thighs, promising you you're not going anywhere and his mouth visibly moves as he begins to eat you out in the most literal, most vile display of eating out you'd ever witness.

One tap on your thigh let's you know you're not watching him like he wants you to. Eye contact was sacred and Wonwoo always let you know.

You gain enough energy to crane you head down to make eye contact but the second you see his mess of overgrown hair, tousled from your harsh grip, or the eager, half lidded eyes, you're completely done for. You gush all over his face, and your limbs wrack and writhe, but he keeps you locked there.

"W-Wonwoo- Fuck-i cant-"

He doesn't listen, as if trapped in his own reverie of pussy-drunk pleasure as he continues to slurp at your cunt with his mouth sucrioned onto your clit.

"Wonwoo- Baby- please-"

He's far too locked away in the essence of you, way too fargone in the softness of your cunt to begin to realize you're becoming way too overstimulated.

It's only when you're tapping furiously at the side of his head, furiously screaming, "YODA! FUCK- YODA-" that he's ungluing his puffy lips from your poor clit, breathing heavily with his eyes wide as ifhed just been set free from the shackles of a spell. You're crying. That's the first thing he noticed. The second is your quivering legs, shaking like autumn leaves in the wind. Your bottom lip is shaking too, that's what gets him scrambling beside you where he immediately envelops you in the warmth of his embrace.

"I'm sorry, Princess-" and you can tell he means it, but still you weep silently.

Your voice is quivering as you say, "You-You know I can't go again so quickly after... after..." Your chest rises and falls and rises and falls and Wonwoo immediately presses your face into his chest, to let you air out all the bad emotions onto his plain white tee.

"I thought I was doing something good for you, but I only ended up thinking about myself," he admits against your forhead, where his lips refuse to part.

"I just... needed a break from work-" he says, "I'm sorry," and you forgive him because It's him.

⤑Mingyu

"Shh," he whispers, pulling your braids across your shoulders as he makes direct eye contact with you in the mirror, "This'll be really quick, I promise."

"I dunno, bro-" you whisper back, despite your hands already gripping the marble finishes of the bathroom sink. "Your quickies are never as quick as they need to be-" you say, pushing you ass back against the bulge in his designer jeans as you lower your torso to the sink.

Mingyu smiled from the mirror, something diabolical, his hair cropped, and his skin crisp from the warm, orange glow of the bathroom. Outside, somewhere down a labyrinth of corridors, the rest of his group sat in the VIP section of the televised award show. All of them humming along to whatever group has taken the stage with the hopes that their rapper would make it out on time for their own performance.

"You just indirectly told me I last long, baby," he says, clutching his heart through his Balmain dress shirt while making heart eyes at you through the mirror.

"Hurry or you're gonna miss your-"

"Fuck you're so wet- why are you so wet?" Mingyu rubs the softness of your ass while examining the gush of arousal coating your panties. He lifts his head, "I'm going to breed you-"

"Mingyu-"

He's already pulling his pants down, quick enough to pull his dick out and shove it inside your cunt. Your lips part and your head pushes against the mirror and you're seeing absolute stars. Quickies with Mingyu always felt particularly barbaric because of how sloppy he tended to get. His tongue practically rolled out his mouth like the golden retriever he was so often described to be, while he rutted into you with some base heavy trap song pouring through the speakers.

"F-Fuck, Mingyu- please,"

What he thought was a silent plead for more, spurred Mingyu. He was an insatiable brute as he laid a hand on your back, pushing you further against the sink. When the side of your face hit the marble, your blood ran cold.

"I'm going to fucking breed you , baby." His eyes are obscured by heavily tinted designer shades and his head his thrown back in ecstasy. He was beginning to drill his cock into you and you were beginning to find there is nothing you can do about it.

"'Gyu- you can't come inside, you know that-"

"I really don't think you should be on those pills anymore, babe-"

You instinctively lift your head to try to glimpse him through the mirror because he was talking crazy. His hand lifts his shirt as he drills into you, revealing his chiseled core and a near perfect lopsided smile.

"Are you talking about my birth control?"

Instead of giving you a response: "Down-" He grunts, forcing you to bend over again as his thrusts became sloppily and sloppily, "Almost there, don'wanna miss the performance-"

"Mingyu you're not cumming inside me-"

"Fuck- why not? You're so perfect and so tight. Your body's just begging for me to fuck a baby into it-"

"PEPPERONI-" You scream immediately bullying him off of you until he's stumbling backwards and your back is pressed against the marble. You watch him shake his head, pants loose around his waist and yet he still somehow locked infuriatingly perfect.

"What the fuck- DUDE!" You can barely keep the anger from seeping out of your voice as you glare down your irresponsible boyfriend.

"WHAT THE FUCK-"

"I didn't finish!" he whines while stomping on the ground with his heavy sneakers.

"Were you seriously going to finish inside me!? After I explicitly told you-"

"Shh, shh," Mingyu says, stepping towards you to even out the angry creases on your forhead. "It was just for the fantasy, babe," he whispers, "Just for the fanatsy,"

⤑ Vernon

You didn't wanna say the word. It just sorta slipped. Straddling Hansol while some Pixar film played in the back was definitely not how you expected your second sexual encounter to go. There was still so much you had to learn about one another. Your bodies were vast fields of uncharted territory, and you weren't particularly sure Vermon would like all of those parts.

"Fuck, you're so hot- he whispers against your bare chest because discarding your shirt had been the first order of business. "So beautiful-"

You had begun rutting against him, with your skirt falling over his sweatpants, and your breathing became heavier and heavier. There was no explaining the tension that bubbled as your cunt rubbed greedily against his front but you were well aware of that feeling.

"God, you feel so damn good," he whispers, "You gonna cum for me?" Hansol's voice is utterly dripping with sex and all you can do is whimper as you dig your fingers into his hair- "Hansol, I-"

"Fuck, I think you're gonna cum from humping me, baby? Thats so hot..." A pool of wetness trickled from your cunt and it stole all the strength to immediately push yourself off screaming "NEMO-" you tapped out.

"Woah-" Vernon looks confused, justifiably so as you scoot to the floor, your legs quivering underneath you as your orgasm ebbed away.

"What do you need?"

You evade eye contact as you speak. "I just... didn't wanna disgust you or anything-"

"Dude, 'disgust' is literally the last thing on my mind. What's the problem?" You're still unable to make eye contact, causing Vernon to sigh as he sits forward with his elbows on his knees, to get closer to you in height.

"Is it the movie? I never though Pixar would end up being a cockblock-"

"I nearly squirted." You admit. "Like everywhere-"

A moment of silence swells between you two and you can feel your heart sinking with every passing second. You wish to be anywhere but here. You could already smell all the warm popcorn you would ingest out of heartbreak, all the movies you'd-

"Fuck, and you thought that would 'disgust' me?" You peer up at him in pure wonder while lust descends on his visage like a shadow. "Sit on my face right now."

AHAH SO THATS WHAT SCARED ME AFTER STAYIN UP ALL NIGHT READING END OF WORLD AU'S

honestly its kinda worth the scare now....

coming home again

pairing: non-idol!dino x fem!reader, ft. non-idol!coworkers!performance unit

genre: fluff! established relationship au.

warnings: food mentions (candies n snacks). a lil prank on chan from his coworkers.

word count: 1.4k~

daisy's notes: had chan not woken up n realized what was going on, they would have kept going btw.

There was a video awaiting you from Jun when you woke up this morning, followed by a “happy birthday!” and several little birthday-themed emojis. When you tapped it to play it, you were immediately greeted with what looked like a hotel hallway and the soft sound of Soonyoung giggling in the background. 

Ah. This was from this morning. You found yourself smiling already, curling into your blankets. Chan told you that his flight would be leaving this morning. About an hour ago, now that you were checking the time: which meant he’d be home soon enough. 

Jun lightly knocked on another door, only for it to immediately open to Minghao, who pressed a finger against his lips. Both Jun and Soonyoung followed him into the hotel room, revealing where Chan was still fast asleep. The sun had already risen in the sky, stretching through the sliver of curtain that was open to rest a long slant against the foot of Chan’s bed. Even asleep, you always thought he was pretty—messy hair and drool and all. He was your mess to love, after all. There was a little plush otter hugged against him, one half of the pair that you bought him back when you first started dating. Yours was next to you now, and you silently pulled it into your arms as you kept watching.

“Chan?” Soonyoung had quietly slipped past Jun, reaching forward to shake his arm. “Our flight’s been delayed.”

Immediately, Chan shot up, suddenly all too awake. “What? No.” He rubbed his eyes, running a hand through his hair. He stifled a yawn, looking up at Soonyoung. “I’ll call—” He paused to yawn again, already moving out of bed to grab an undershirt, “I’ll call the airline…”

“There’s no planes,” Jun said. “We tried.”

“What?” He squinted at Jun. Clearly, he hadn’t woken up fully, completely unaware that Jun was recording all of this. “It’s okay.” He slipped the undershirt over his head, stepping into the bathroom. Chan recoiled as he flipped the light on, quietly groaning. “I’ll call.”

“Channie, there’s no planes anymore,” Soonyoung nudged past the camera again to stand on the opposite side of the door. “They got rid of them.”

A moment later, Chan raised his head, brows furrowed. “What?”

“They got rid of all the planes,” Soonyoung reached out, ruffling Chan’s hair. “You’ll have to swim home—”

All at once, it hit him that they were teasing him again. He shoved at Soonyoung’s hand, turning back to the mirror with a pout. “You’re terrible.” Then he paused, looking at Soonyoung again. “... Our flight—”

“It’s still on time,” Minghao spoke up. “Say hi to her, by the way.” 

Chan looked at Minghao for a moment, only to then notice that Jun was still holding up his phone. You saw the perplexed reaction on his face melt into realization, and he groaned again. “Don’t send this to her—”

“Too late,” Soonyoung pulled Chan into his arms, “it’s our birthday present to her.”

“More like a present for yourselves,” Chan grumbled, but he looked at the camera. “Don’t make fun of me,” he said to the others, and then it felt like he was looking at you with the way he softened a little. “Hi, honey. I’ll be home soon.” Then he paused, face flushed as he realized the company he had. “I’ll say it when I see you, okay? I love you!”

The video cut off at the sounds of all three men starting to tease your boyfriend, but you just smiled to yourself. You saved the video, going back to your messages to thank Jun for both the video and the birthday wishes, before finally crawling out of bed. A few other messages awaited you—one from Seungkwan a little after midnight, wishing you a happy birthday before anyone else could, another from Vernon asking if the four of you would still be getting dinner tonight… and then several from Chan. A selca from when he and his three coworkers were settled and waiting for their flight, followed by a message saying everything had been going well so far.

Another picture of the four of them squeezed together in front of a mirror, Chan smiling confidently at you. I can’t wait to see you soon.

Tucking your phone into your sweatpants pocket, you made your way into the rest of the apartment, smile falling once you realized how much you needed to clean up. Right… Things always seemed to fall into disarray when one of you was gone. Last time you went on a trip with a few friends, Chan had apologized to you when you came back to a slight mess in the form of beer cans and takeout from when he drank with his friends the night before. It wasn’t a big deal, to be honest: your flight had been earlier than expected and he’d always meant to clean up before you came home. So you put yourself to work for a bit, stealing Chan’s headphones so that you could listen to music as you worked. It wasn’t the ideal way to start your birthday, but it’d pass the time. 

Today had been planned out in advance: you’d welcome Chan home, spend a little time with him before he went to unpack and catch up on sleep (work conferences always drained him), and then you’d head out for a birthday lunch with your friends. With the apartment tidied up, you glanced at your phone to see if there were any updates from Chan. When you found none, you turned to getting ready for the day. A hot shower, followed by a little pampering before you dried your hair and started to get dressed…

Only for the doorbell to eventually chime while you were putting in a pair of earrings—a set that matched a pair of Chan’s, actually. They’d been a present to you when he discovered how much you loved matching him. No doubt you’d come back home hours from now to find Chan matching your outfit, too. Cheesy as it may be, he liked looking like he belonged right beside your side, a matching pair. You made your way out of your bedroom and into the living room, where Chan was shutting the door behind him.

When he turned back to face you, he smiled like he’d just seen a ray of sunshine after a year of storms. Chan dropped a paper bag by his feet, and then opened his arms for you to come hug him. “Happy birthday. I missed you.”

“You’re dry.”

He blinked in confusion. “Huh?”

You giggled, making your way over to him. “You didn’t swim home? I thought all the planes were gone.”

With a snort, he closed the distance between the two of you, squeezing the life out of you as he hugged you tight. “I would have if I had to!” He swayed a little with you, “You’re all so mean—even on your birthday, you bully me—”

You just wrapped your arms around him, kissing the side of his neck. “I missed you, too, you goof.”

He drew back, immediately turning to the paper bag beside him. “There’s more in my bag,” he said, “but… I bought you some things.”

Accepting the bag from him, you gave him a quick peck on the lips and thanked him before making your way over to the couch. The tissue paper crinkled as you rifled through it, only to find an assortment of Japanese candy at the bottom of it. Different flavors of Pocky and Kit-Kats, hard candies of varying brands, gummies… Chan settled into the spot next to you, watching the way your eyes lit up. 

“I also bought a few things for the apartment,” he said. “And a new friend for our kids…”

In other words, a new plushie that’ll likely sit with the otters. You called them your “children” once and Chan never let it go, happy to have something he could lovingly tease you over. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side as he rested his head against your own.

“I really did, by the way.” He paused. “Miss you. We should take a trip there sometime,” he leaned in to kiss your cheek. “Just the two of us.”

With a hum, you snuggled against him. “I’d like that,” you said, shutting your eyes for a moment as you savored this little moment with your love. 

Chan kissed the corner of your lips one last time. “Happy birthday,” he murmured. “I’m glad you were born.”

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BEDTIME ROUTINE — jeon wonwoo x reader

summary: where you loved times like these with your boyfriend, wonwoo.

notes: book boyfriend wonwoo is back! i wrote this completely out of the blue so apologies for any mistakes. also this went into a direction i didn’t expect it to go to, but i love it so much. it might be my favorite fic i’ve written so far on this blog.

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“You’re staring at me again,”

“Can you blame me? I have a beautiful man as my boyfriend,” you teased, enjoying the pink blush that was developing on Wonwoo’s cheeks.

“I’m not even doing anything, I’m just reading a book,” he told you.

“To look this good and still be doing something so simple is incredible!” You overexaggerated, throwing your hands in the air dramatically.

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I love this I feel like Mingyu would act like this lol

☆ MINGYU BOYFRIEND TEXTS

pairing: mingyu x f!reader

warnings: established relationship, cursing, hoshi cameo? pregnancy mention (pic 9), angst (pic 5+6)

a/n: this is a small gift for my baby seiu @atrirose because ik how much she loves (is obsessed w) her bf mingyu and because she's going through exams rn ^^ goodluck baby and i love you (≧◡≦) ♡

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