Svteensworld - Rio!

lie to girls.

pairing: scoups x f!reader

genre: angst, mature

word count: 475

summary: If they like you, girls will lie to themselves. Like you, girls will lie to themselves.

a/n: I'm such a big Sabrina fan and lie to girls is my allllll time fav song of hers.💓 this is my first fic on this blog. this post contains mature topics such as mentions of alcohol and implied alcohol abuse.

tags: @wannabelife - thanks bestie for bonding w me over svtxsabrina!!!

There was an edge to the tension palpitating through the room. You could feel it like an erratic heartbeat, thumping across your body. He was faced away from you, a fifteen foot distance between your bodies and yet you could smell the drinks on him. 

He couldn’t bear to turn around and drown in the pool of guilt that were your eyes.

“I swear I didn’t-” 

“Seungcheol, stop.”  

He can’t deal with it. Neither can you. 

For different reasons, of course. 

“I promise it’s been so long since I last drank, I didn’t even mean-” 

“-Seungcheol stop.”

At this point you didn’t know if this issue had been going on for weeks, months, or even years. Your boyfriend, he was your best friend. You told yourself over and over - “He’s just the life of the party”, “He’s just so social!”. But what party lasted weeks? Lifetimes? 

He wasn’t a bad boyfriend. No, he was the best! He just had a few issues, you could work on them together, for sure. If you left him now, who would he have? The hollow of his eyes spoke volumes, the rouge of his cheeks gave away the whole story. Yet, he stood there, his eyes finally connecting with yours.

He stands there and lies through his teeth.

“You don’t have to lie to me-” 

“-I’m not lying! I didn’t touch anything, it was just a on-”

“A one time thing yeah.”

You had to fight for this. You had to fight for him, because who else would? He certainly wouldn’t. He’d wash himself away under the pretense of self searching at the bottom of a pint glass of whiskey. This was your responsibility. He was just a boy falling sick, nothing else. He was your boy. Yours.

It didn’t matter that he stumbled into your apartment drunk on your birthday, touched you for the first time in months, hugged you for the first time in what felt like years- kissed you. His fumbling hands on your red dress that he had bought you when things were still okay. No, things are still okay. Everything is fine. 

It didn’t matter when you canceled your yearly family dinner with your family to clean vomit out of your white persian rug. You tried to talk to him about it then, but he just called you crazy, saying ‘it’s just a bit of fun, babe. You should try it some time’. 

So now, he didn’t have to lie to you. 

“I-I’m really sorry.” 

His arms wrapped around your frame, his slurring voice whispering into your hair. 

“For what?” You asked. 

“Everything. I’ll make everything fine again baby, I promise.” 

You let yourself melt in his arms, because now, he didn’t have to lie to you. 

‘I’ll make everything fine again’ 

He lied to himself enough.

‘I promise.’

And you lied to yourself in return. 

18+ / mdi

content: newbf!vernon, based off this quote, appearance from some svt members, afab reader, smut(?), suggestive, etc.

wc: 1848

a/n: this is such an odd premise but it caught my attention so yeah<3

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"i dont get the joke," seungkwan cocked his head to the side in a questioning manner.

"yeah, april fool's was last month?," added joshua.

"there's no joke. we're dating."

even as you and vernon found yourselves cuddled up on the couch, – in a manner only a couple would intertwine with each other – your friends seemed unimpressed by the mere suggestion of the two of you dating.

"so you've been besties for twelve years and suddenly you're dating? no warning, no nothing? not very believable", answered mingyu, staring at you in nothing short of annoyance.

"why is this so surprising? you guys knew that i had a crush on her," argued vernon, feeling a bit annoyed at the way all his friends were currently staring him down. meanwhile, you appeared to be completely chill as you nuzzled into his side, watching videos on his phone and ignoring the conversation altogether.

"i just don't buy it."

"yeah, i don't get the joke, but i'm not falling for it."

"she's out of your league anyway."

seungkwan, seungcheol and jeonghan all expressed their sentiments to vernon as he groaned in frustration, unable to understand why it was so difficult to accept that he had finally grown the balls to ask you out. alas, he gave up as his friends grew distracted by something else, opting to go back to watching cat videos with you on his phone.

this was a brand new change in your dynamic, so maybe it'd be hard to grasp at first. but it was fine. vernon didn't need his friends to acknowledge his relationship in order to make it real. he'd simply continue to love on you like he'd been doing since you accepted to be his girlfriend, damning any denials from his friends.

~

acting unaffected by his friends' constant refutals of his new relationship proved to be harder than vernon had first anticipated. they'd gone above and beyond to attempt and disprove your relationship, claiming that it simply didn't make any sense.

any time you posted a picture with vernon it'd get spammed with comments from all twelve boys declaring the falsehood of your relationship.

jeonghanieyoon: booo 🍅

joshuacoustic: drop the fake bf and date me instead 😘

dk_is_dokyeom: ok u guys are starting to look believable 🧐

sometimes they'd even respond to vernon's stories about you and slide in his dms just to call him a dumbass for attempting to make this 'a thing' when it was clear you two were lying.

from: pledisboos - stop being a coward and ask her out for real

from: feat.dino - clearly fake. try harder next time!

in retrospect, maybe vernon only had himself to blame for this. after years of liking you, he never once gave any indication of attempting to leave the friendzone. his friends had all given up on hyping him up to confess to you years ago, leaving his crush as a dormant subject of conversation. it was quite sudden how you and vernon ended up together, and your dynamic hadnt changed too much, so your upgrade from friends to lovers was likely not noticeable to the naked eye.

however, this did not excuse the damned booing vernon had to endure any time the two of you walked into a room hand-in-hand. it also did not excuse jeonghan and mingyu's continuous flirting with you – they were doing it to prove a point, they said. and the most frustrating aspect of it all was how nonchalant you were about it all, always giggling along with his friends and never backing vernon up when he'd try and argue with them.

this was quite out of character for vernon. his demeanor had always been extremely chill and laid back, never one to be bothered by any outside forces (much less his dumb friends). you, however, were not helping manners in any way. you found the whole situation funny, telling vernon not to stress over it as you giggled over how passionate both vernon and his friends were about such a benign subject.

so, vernon gave up. he guessed that since you found the running gag about your 'fake' relationship amusing rather than frustrating (as he did), then he would just leave it alone. he was never one for pda anyways, so attempting to prove his relationship to his friends was kind of like beating a dead horse.

what vernon forgot to consider, however, was how nosy his friends were.

when it was time for all fourteen of you to spend the week at mingyu's beach house, he had let his guard down far too much, leading to a situation he'd like to consider both a win and a loss.

despite the sheer size of the beach house, housing fourteen people proved to be quite a difficult task, meaning that roommates were a must. with six rooms, everyone was separated into twos, with two rooms containing one extra roommate each. you and vernon always paired up together with no questions asked, except this time you were teased and mocked as you settled into your rooms, all while they assigned you chan as an extra roommate with the sarcastic intent of him keeping an eye on the two of you – "just want to make sure you don't get down to any funny business," had sad dokyeom in a mocking tone.

it was quite common for everyone but vernon to go out and play some badminton or basketball during these types of outings. he just wasnt a sports guy, and he was well loved despite his lack of participation. you'd occasionally join the guys, but would mostly hang back with vernon, which was what happened this time around. usually, you'd simply lounge around and watch a movie, but now that you were finally together, vernon decided to make better use of your alone time.

"are you sure we should be doing this?", you pulled away with a heavy breath, tilting your head back so vernon's lips could trail down your neck.

"it's fine, baby. they're all busy. they don't even believe we're dating, so they probably just think we're watching a movie," he explained as his hands attempted to get you to sit on his lap.

you didn't seem to need convincing as you slid over onto his lap, allowing his hands to guide your hips against his own. even through the pajamas you were wearing, he was sure you could feel his hardness under you.

"fuck, you're so fucking warm," he murmured as his hands went under your shirt, feeling up your warm skin and throwing it off in the process.

his lips went back to yours, groaning against you as your hips sped up against his own. easily frustrated, he laid you down, bringing down his pants and boxers to his mid thigh and leaving you in just your panties, adjusting his hardness so it'd grind itself perfectly against your clothed folds. the wetness seeping from your panties drove him insane with desire, but he couldn't stop grinding into you, growing easily obsessed with the stimulation. his lips had made their way back to your own, groaning endlessly against them while your hands pulled at his hair in a way that made his eyes cross.

"hmm, nonnie ..." you'd murmur every so often, making his resolve break little by little.

"fuck, is this okay, baby? just- wanna make you cum like this. i'll fuck you, i promise. just feel so fucking good like this," he groaned as you licked into his mouth, refusing to entertain any amount of separation.

eventually he reached down to your tits, tonguing at them like a starved man in search of his next meal. he was shameless in his desire for you, having wanted you for far too long and finally having you all to himself. no other thought occupied his mind at the moment. the touch and sight of your pretty body under his own was all his brain had the capacity of entertaining.

which was how neither of you noticed the boy suddenly intruding the scene, screaming in absolute shock at the nasty sight in front of him.

"oh my god?! you weren't lying?!"

what was even more unfortunate was how chan's yelling immediately alerted the rest of the members (or at least the nosier ones), leading to the door being filled by about seven spectators within seconds.

the only fortunate thing about the situation had been how fast vernon's protective instincts over you took over, covering you up with a blanket the moment he saw chan enter the room, preventing all the nosy men from having a peek at the nudity only vernon was allowed to see (and apparently chan too, as vernon had not noticed his presence until after the fact).

however, even as he covered you up, he left himself completely bare, having to take on all their shocked commentary whilst fully nude, barely able to pull up his boxers a few moments into their intrusion.

"no way, you're actually dating?!"

"either that or they took this joke a little far ..."

"man, channie's gonna be jacking off to this for ages."

"how the fuck did you score her??"

"do you guys want a third?"

these were only a few of the comments thrown at you and vernon within the first twenty seconds of the guys' presence in your room. however, to vernon it felt like a whole hour of scrutiny before he finally shook the shock off and began yelling at them to leave.

"get the fuck out! and never look at my girlfriend again!", he got up and began pushing them out as a few of them giggled at his anger whilst some others remained in shock at the situation.

in the meantime, you had pulled up the blanket over your head as you sat crisscross on the bed, likely too bashful to face the situation until your friends took their leave.

once vernon closed and locked the door, grabbing a pillow and throwing it outside for chan (who would not be allowed back in, by the way), vernon sped to your side, uncovering you, fully worried that you might be mad or petrified at what had just happened. to his surprise, you began laughing the moment you first made eye contact, causing vernon to furrow his eyebrows in question.

"baby, what the fuck? you find this funny?", he wasn't mad, but more so extremely confused.

"you got want you wanted, nonnie. there's no way to deny we're dating now," you grinned, crawling to sit on his lap again.

"god, i take it back. i'll never be able to fuck you again in peace. i was just about to cum, too."

"'was'?", you asked, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and leaning in closer, "you don't wanna anymore?", you tilted your head in fake curiosity.

"i mean-"

"they already know we're fucking. might as well have fun with it. right, nonnie?", you grinned.

chuckling at you, he couldn't help but agree with your horny logic. his boner was still half-there anyways.

"c'mere, baby."

lie to girls.

pairing: scoups x f!reader

genre: angst, mature

word count: 475

summary: If they like you, girls will lie to themselves. Like you, girls will lie to themselves.

a/n: I'm such a big Sabrina fan and lie to girls is my allllll time fav song of hers.💓 this is my first fic on this blog. this post contains mature topics such as mentions of alcohol and implied alcohol abuse.

tags: @wannabelife - thanks bestie for bonding w me over svtxsabrina!!!

There was an edge to the tension palpitating through the room. You could feel it like an erratic heartbeat, thumping across your body. He was faced away from you, a fifteen foot distance between your bodies and yet you could smell the drinks on him. 

He couldn’t bear to turn around and drown in the pool of guilt that were your eyes.

“I swear I didn’t-” 

“Seungcheol, stop.”  

He can’t deal with it. Neither can you. 

For different reasons, of course. 

“I promise it’s been so long since I last drank, I didn’t even mean-” 

“-Seungcheol stop.”

At this point you didn’t know if this issue had been going on for weeks, months, or even years. Your boyfriend, he was your best friend. You told yourself over and over - “He’s just the life of the party”, “He’s just so social!”. But what party lasted weeks? Lifetimes? 

He wasn’t a bad boyfriend. No, he was the best! He just had a few issues, you could work on them together, for sure. If you left him now, who would he have? The hollow of his eyes spoke volumes, the rouge of his cheeks gave away the whole story. Yet, he stood there, his eyes finally connecting with yours.

He stands there and lies through his teeth.

“You don’t have to lie to me-” 

“-I’m not lying! I didn’t touch anything, it was just a on-”

“A one time thing yeah.”

You had to fight for this. You had to fight for him, because who else would? He certainly wouldn’t. He’d wash himself away under the pretense of self searching at the bottom of a pint glass of whiskey. This was your responsibility. He was just a boy falling sick, nothing else. He was your boy. Yours.

It didn’t matter that he stumbled into your apartment drunk on your birthday, touched you for the first time in months, hugged you for the first time in what felt like years- kissed you. His fumbling hands on your red dress that he had bought you when things were still okay. No, things are still okay. Everything is fine. 

It didn’t matter when you canceled your yearly family dinner with your family to clean vomit out of your white persian rug. You tried to talk to him about it then, but he just called you crazy, saying ‘it’s just a bit of fun, babe. You should try it some time’. 

So now, he didn’t have to lie to you. 

“I-I’m really sorry.” 

His arms wrapped around your frame, his slurring voice whispering into your hair. 

“For what?” You asked. 

“Everything. I’ll make everything fine again baby, I promise.” 

You let yourself melt in his arms, because now, he didn’t have to lie to you. 

‘I’ll make everything fine again’ 

He lied to himself enough.

‘I promise.’

And you lied to yourself in return. 

lie to girls.

pairing: scoups x f!reader

genre: angst, mature

word count: 475

summary: If they like you, girls will lie to themselves. Like you, girls will lie to themselves.

a/n: I'm such a big Sabrina fan and lie to girls is my allllll time fav song of hers.💓 this is my first fic on this blog. this post contains mature topics such as mentions of alcohol and implied alcohol abuse.

tags: @wannabelife - thanks bestie for bonding w me over svtxsabrina!!!

There was an edge to the tension palpitating through the room. You could feel it like an erratic heartbeat, thumping across your body. He was faced away from you, a fifteen foot distance between your bodies and yet you could smell the drinks on him. 

He couldn’t bear to turn around and drown in the pool of guilt that were your eyes.

“I swear I didn’t-” 

“Seungcheol, stop.”  

He can’t deal with it. Neither can you. 

For different reasons, of course. 

“I promise it’s been so long since I last drank, I didn’t even mean-” 

“-Seungcheol stop.”

At this point you didn’t know if this issue had been going on for weeks, months, or even years. Your boyfriend, he was your best friend. You told yourself over and over - “He’s just the life of the party”, “He’s just so social!”. But what party lasted weeks? Lifetimes? 

He wasn’t a bad boyfriend. No, he was the best! He just had a few issues, you could work on them together, for sure. If you left him now, who would he have? The hollow of his eyes spoke volumes, the rouge of his cheeks gave away the whole story. Yet, he stood there, his eyes finally connecting with yours.

He stands there and lies through his teeth.

“You don’t have to lie to me-” 

“-I’m not lying! I didn’t touch anything, it was just a on-”

“A one time thing yeah.”

You had to fight for this. You had to fight for him, because who else would? He certainly wouldn’t. He’d wash himself away under the pretense of self searching at the bottom of a pint glass of whiskey. This was your responsibility. He was just a boy falling sick, nothing else. He was your boy. Yours.

It didn’t matter that he stumbled into your apartment drunk on your birthday, touched you for the first time in months, hugged you for the first time in what felt like years- kissed you. His fumbling hands on your red dress that he had bought you when things were still okay. No, things are still okay. Everything is fine. 

It didn’t matter when you canceled your yearly family dinner with your family to clean vomit out of your white persian rug. You tried to talk to him about it then, but he just called you crazy, saying ‘it’s just a bit of fun, babe. You should try it some time’. 

So now, he didn’t have to lie to you. 

“I-I’m really sorry.” 

His arms wrapped around your frame, his slurring voice whispering into your hair. 

“For what?” You asked. 

“Everything. I’ll make everything fine again baby, I promise.” 

You let yourself melt in his arms, because now, he didn’t have to lie to you. 

‘I’ll make everything fine again’ 

He lied to himself enough.

‘I promise.’

And you lied to yourself in return. 

[00:16 AM] one of me is cute, but two, though?

pairing: seungkwan × fem reader

genre: smut, timestamp

warnings: mdni, dirty talk, unprotected sex, penetration, cumming inside, descriptive, mention of wanting babies

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it's almost ironic how every talk you have with seungkwan about your future kids turns into a twisted scenario in the snap of a finger. you know you always have heart eyes everytime he tries to convince you (even though you were never against it) that your first child have to be named boo haneul, because just the thought of naming someone after the blue sky is just so beautiful to him.

all the times he called you mrs boo, that always sounding prettier coming from his mouth, saying that the house just misses a little toddler running around. or two. maybe, three. he tries to convince you it's time to start "practicing".

his sweet words always get through you, and you are not one bit sorry about it, shamelessly. "should we start trying? i bet you wanna feel how it is like to be stuffed by me, don't you?" his voice so low and his face looking so true to his words that makes goosebumps spread all over your body and your cheeks burn red.

"i want to make you full of me, hm? how does it sound?" you cant help clench around nothing, your eyes closing as you battle yourself to still be compose "you like it, dont you?" he smirks. he hasn't touched you one bit, and you still feel your panties starting to stick to your core just by his dirty mouth "look at you.." he says amusingly.

seungkwan loves how weak you get for him. he can throw you around the bed like a light doll just for him to fuck you senseless. he also loves how you get just as fucked up and wet as him by the thought of having him cumming inside you.

today, it wasn't different. your wasted form under his tight grip as he pounds into you. his growls and low moans filling the room as well as your whimpers and heavy breathing. your eyes roll back when he brings your legs up his shoulders. you're so into it, so into him, that you wanted to wrap your legs around his waist if you could, just to keep him like this forever. not a cohesive thought on your mind just needy moans of his name on the tip of your tongue.

"so pretty" he praises "say my name louder, baby. let them know who you belong to" he grunts. his pace fastening as he feels close too.

he puts your body to the side, keeping one of your legs up his head under his grip. this position making him get deeper inside you. the sounds of skin slapping getting louder, his core hitting your clit sinfully each thrust.

"fuck, seungkwan!" you scream, feeling the familiar knock forming on your lower belly.

"im cumm- mi- ing" he stutters, growling. "will you take everything like a good girl, won't you?"

"please, cum on me. please, let me cum"

"that's my good girl" he praises lastly "cum with me" he demands while fucking you. you see his head going back, a moan slipping out of his mouth as he shoots his cum inside you. you see red, your whole body trembling, feeling his hot cum hitting your sweat spot inside as you let go.

your cums mixed together as he refuses to stop pounding into you. he fucks his cum inside you, not letting a single drop come out. the sloppy sounds are nasty and feels like you both won't evet stop cumming from how good it feels.

he keeps his cock warm around your walls as you can't stop clenching around him. "so fucking needy" he whispers, his face encountering the nap of your neck as you both stay like this.