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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, mingyu as his own warning

Always be safe, xo

⤑ 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.

"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.

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.

"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 thought 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."

seventeen and their crush making them a playlist 🎵

summary: friends-to-lovers!!! their reactions when you make a playlist for them. the premise is that you're friends with them and they have a crush on you!

word count: 856

jeonghan

౨ৎ when you send jeonghan a spotify link at 3am, he's puzzled at why you're still awake at such an atrocious hour. he sees the message hours later when he wakes up and finds out you've made him a playlist of japanese songs, comprised of mainly gentle indie and acoustic tracks.

"since you're learning japanese, i thought it would help to listen to music in the same language!" you declare through text. he's genuinely awed you remembered he was learning japanese even if he mentioned it only in passing, and even more touched that you thought of curating a playlist based on his own taste in music. it means that you paid attention to him and what he liked.

jeonghan uses your playlist to study the language diligently, translating lyrics and repeating them out loud multiple times as practice. the next time he sees you, he insists on buying you coffee for a week straight, and he's not accepting no for an answer. he also clings to you like a leech, demanding that you accept his help with literally everything, from studies to getting groceries. later in that week, he also vows to help you with your love life by asking you out on a date. and who are you if not helpless to jeonghan's whims to say no?

jihoon

౨ৎ "so what do you listen to while working out?" you ask jihoon. surprisingly, he listens to nothing. "so you just do chest or legs for an hour and a half straight without a soundtrack to keep you going? you monster, that sounds like literal hell!" you gasp in pure, unadulterated horror. jihoon doesn't think it's much of a problem until you send him a playlist titled "playlist to work out to". he sends you a laughing emoji, thinking it was just a joke based on your conversation from days ago, but when you tell him you made it specifically for him, his entire tune changes.

when jihoon checks the playlist, he notices how it's perfectly an hour and a half, enough time for his work out with minutes to spare for his cool down—now he has to listen to music while working out. you chose the perfect songs: heavy-bass, hard-hitting hip-hop at the start of the playlist to pump him up and relatively calmer songs along the end for when he winds down. he doesn't tell you he's listened to it while at the gym for weeks straight, so much that he's memorized the lyrics to all the tracks as well as the transitions from one song to the next. the rest of the guys at the gym wonder why he's suddenly wearing headphones, only to realize why when they see his phone.

when you mention the playlist to him in passing, jihoon pretends to be normal about it, but when you get all excited about how you based it off the playlists he had on his spotify page, he gets flustered and tongue-tied. he knows you're a kind person, but he falls deeper into you, knowing you'd take the time to do something as meaningful as this for him. still, he's busted when his friends pass by and tell you he's been listening your playlist at the gym for weeks on end. in the end, jihoon's embarrassment is worth it when you ask him out on a date yourself.

vernon

౨ৎ you and vernon listen to completely different genres of music. while you enjoy your daily dose of r&b, vernon's headphones are filled with sounds of pop punk and hyperpop. despite this, you and vernon share your current favorite tracks with each other, taking time to listen to each other's recommendations. you possess a mutual respect for both your preferences and don't feel like you necessarily need to have the same music taste to be friends.

however, vernon's in for a surprise when on his birthday, you hand him a mixtape in the form of a cd with a doodle of you and him on it. "vernon and (y/n)'s mixtape :)," it reads on the cd in loopy handwriting, complete with a smiley face. "hi, vernon," you cheerily say from his laptop speakers. he shivers at the sound of your dulcet voice (cute!!!!). "i hope you enjoy this little mixtape i made you. it's a bunch of songs i thought you'd like based on your music taste! enjoy and happy birthday," you end with a giggle.

on his first listen, he can't believe what he's hearing. you've compiled some of his favorite songs in this mixtape, alongside other pop punk and hyperpop tracks he loves but has never shared with you. there are some songs from the same genres he's never heard of, and he becomes immediately obsessed with them. on his third listen, he still can't believe how you knew exactly the type of songs he'd like. in return, he makes you a mixtape of r&b songs he thinks you'd like. at the end of the mixtape, he confesses to you and nervously asks you out on a date. vernon receives a call immediately from you: "i've been waiting this whole time for you to ask!"

౨ৎ 0310s © 2023 ౨ৎ

vernon as a girl dad

girl dad! vernon fluff, crack, a little smut, requested warnings: reader has a womb, vernon and his daughter sharing one braincell, sex (only a little though) wc: 771 writer's notes: it's been too long so i couldnt wait to post this (read: i didn't proof read this). to the anon who requested it, i'm so sorry for the long wait😭😭 but i really hope you understand and forgive me and that you enjoy it :) do lemme know your thoughts!!

girl dad! hansol who zones out during the birth of your babygirl. like, man's just stood there like🧍‍♂️while you're screaming out in the pain and frustration. he seems motionless, but trust that he's just processing the whole situation. like, what do you mean he's having a new member in his family? a little proof of your love for each other? he needs some time to compose.

girl dad! hansol who does not get overwhelmed for some reason. it's funny cause you just bawled your eyes out to him like, two hours after giving birth, and he's sitting beside you, one hand holding your hand and stroking it, and the other carefully cradling your daughter, who sleeps oblivious to all this chaos.

girl dad! hansol who becomes hesitant with your daughter. he knows he isnt the best to take care of her, and constanly worries if he'll end up doing something wrong. asks you every minute about what he should do, or why she's crying, or how to burp her. he's like a little boy trying to take care of his little sister.

girl dad! hansol who LOVES it when his baby plays with him. he'd be just sitting there, and she crawls over, pulling the ends with his pants to get his attention. he lifts her up on his shoulders, while watching the program on the tv. the next moment he feels her pulling his hair and his ears and he starts blushing and giggling. you sit beside from them, watching his giggles elicit hearty laughs from your daughter.

girl dad! hansol who secretly worries if your daughter will like the room he's taken so much effort to decorate. he's tailing along as you take her to her new room; he eagerly watches her as her tiny eyes look around the room; he ends up beaming with pride and joy when she squeals and runs to him for all the beautiful decorations. he feels so happy his heart threatens to explode and his cheeks hurt from smiling too hard.

girl dad! hansol who is eager to spend some alone time with you. dont get him wrong, he would love to spend every waking moment with his little girl, but it's been too long without any intimate touch and it has slowly driven him crazy. so the moment his sister, Sophia, is out the door with your daughter, his mouth is on yours and his hands on every inch of your skin, like he's trying to remember what your body felt like before all this beautiful chaos.

you're giggling, watching his rush and eagerness, but he takes no time to silence you and replace them with moans and whimpers as he slowly relishes you. his tongue moves with a new grace and vigor, and all thoughts to remain silent leaves your mind as you call out his name repeatedly throughout the night.

girl dad! hansol who is beyond ecstatic over the fact that his daughter and he share the same love for food. who steals food from your plate and ends up indirectly teaching his daughter the same. so now, when you have burgers and fries on special nights, you remain extra cautious because one moment of distraction could lead to the crunchy fries and half a burger going missing.

girl dad! hansol who looks forward to fridays for movie nights with his favourite girls. you both have always had this ritual, but now with a new member along, he takes this as an opportunity to pass on his love for movies to his little princess. by 8pm, you prepare caramel popcorn and vanilla ice cream as she rushes to sit on her daddy's lap and pick the movie to watch.

girl dad! hansol who begins to slowly learn along with his baby. hearing you talk to your daughter about the importance of expressing emotions helps him understand that hiding them only pains those who love him. catching himself laughing loudly over some antics of his girl's make him realise that laughing out loud only brings more happiness to your life. watching his babygirl go from hearing her mother read stories to her to reading those stories on her own made him worry of the fact that time passes by too quick. he starts to cherish every laugh they share, every hug they have, every silly little competitions they keep.

and although his worry still remains, he likes to push it away with the thought that there's no other people he'd rather watch the sunsets and sunrises (that bring the calm after the chaos of crying over sleep and getting ready) with.

given ♡ vernon

pairing: stoner!vernon x stoner!fem reader word count: 4.0k warnings: smut. praise. clitoral stimulation. unprotected sex. (sort of) dubcon? they both wanted this for a while but they're both high while having sex. oral (m. receiving).

songs: slow - jackson wang & ciara (omfg this is so good to listen to while reading trust), fairy of shampoo - txt

'stoner friend!vernon who only meets you every Saturday midnight to get high with you, always says things which makes you flustered and finally confesses after a FEW months(yk it takes time for him to open so) high sex with him is so hot, holding ur jaw open and blowing that smoke into you, its just so messy yet so sexy'.

Based off the above prompt from my asks! Not proofread, let me know if there're mistakes.

This is probably one of my favourite works to date. Anon who gave me this prompt, I love you. I know you probably intended this as a drabble, but I got a bit carried away since I love the concept. I hope you all have as much reading this as I did writing it!

masterlist/navigation send me an ask! (it will take me a while lol)

“Long fucking day, Vernon.”

All you hear is his muffled chuckle. He’s laying down, facing the ceiling. A fresh puff of smoke exits his mouth in a graceful arc. 

The room is slightly hazy, as if you’d been scorching butter in a pan and turned the exhaust filters off, filling the room in smoke. The smell is something you’ve never really liked, but it’s easy to adjust. The more you smoke with Vernon, the more comforting it feels, the more you wish you were with him. 

He hands you his half-depleted blunt, and you take a quick hit. 

The first few times, you’d practically hacked up a lung. It was embarrassing, to say the least, but Vernon gave you mildly reassuring pats on the back and didn’t seem to care that you looked like a deer in headlights.

Not anymore. Every Saturday at midnight, after a long, tiring week at work, you just head to Vernon’s place. It’s instinctive, ingrained into your brain, as familiar to you as your own fingerprints. Sometimes you don’t even realise you’re heading to your safe haven until you’re there, greeted by his half-lidded eyes.

Part of you is concerned. Not just for him, but yourself. How is it that, every time something goes mildly wrong, you’re back in the comfort of Vernon’s bed, the stench of weed lingering on your clothes? 

You’re not complaining. You can both straighten up when you need to. A night spent rolling blunts could quickly form into an early morning trip to the shop for groceries. No one would be able to tell you got so high so often until the moment they stepped into Vernon’s house.

You blow into the air, head void of thoughts. The annoying colleagues at work were no longer a concern. 

He sits up, looking over at you. “You’re quiet. More than usual.”

Casting a side glance at the boy, you grin. “I guess so.”

You half expect him to follow on, but he simply eyes you up and down, noticing something that made him raise an eyebrow.

“You’re in pain, aren’t you?”

When the blunt is finished, you take a new paper roll and begin to stuff it with the familiar, camouflage-coloured substance. No response leaves your mouth as you focus on sealing it properly.

“Yeah. What tells you that?”

“Your posture is different. Uncomfortable. Unfamiliar.”

Something resembling an incredulous laugh bubbles up in your throat. “I love how you could tell the difference even when I didn’t know.”

“What is it?” Vernon asks, snatching the blunt you were on the cusp of lighting. You frown. 

“Migraine. I took some ibuprofen this morning since it was killing me but it didn’t really do anything.” 

With a nod of acknowledgement, he tentatively reaches out to give you the weed back. Before you can take it, Vernon quickly retracts.

“I know you make your way through migraines high, but I read about this pressure point on your spine or something that can relieve it a lot. You should try that first. I don’t like seeing you high just to feel better.”

You’re about to protest, but in the midst of annoyance, you see an opportunity. A bit evil, a bit perverted, but nonetheless a beautiful opportunity. 

Without hesitation, you immediately pull off your shirt. “Find it for me,” you grin innocently. “I’ve tried it before, but I couldn’t find it.”

Vernon’s gaze is completely averted in a different direction. You feel touched at him making a point of being respectful, but you wouldn’t actually care if he looked. 

“You can put your shirt back on,” Vernon coughs, holding back a sceptical laugh. “I can probably reach it under your shirt.”

“I’m warm,” you giggle, “I was going to take my shirt off anyways. You’re allowed to look, you know. Nothing you haven’t seen before.”

At that, Vernon nearly chokes on air. Hesitantly, he turns back to face you, mildly fazed by the sight of you lying down, so unapologetic. You smile at him innocently. “Whereabouts is it?” you ask, absentmindedly feeling the subtle ridges of your spine.

Vernon feels almost corrupted, the way his mind is running miles every second. You’re wearing a tight, cute, lacy little white bra, and it’s taking insane self-awareness to not just gawk at the pretty curve of your tits. He can’t tell if you know what you’re doing, or if you’re just being as raw and unfiltered as you always are.

“It’s going to be kind of hard to reach, but it’s, like, in the middle of your back. Do you really want me to find it?”

You hum affirmatively with a grin. 

Vernon shyly adds, “You’re gorgeous, by the way.”

There it is. The dubious compliments he peppers into conversation. It’s nothing new, you’re both used to saying things like that. You say it because you want him to know what you think, but you’re not sure what his intention is. Does he genuinely think that? Does he really think that?

Without a response, you sit up slightly, leaning into his frame. He had kept a safe distance before, not wanting to frighten you away, but you’re the one closing that space now. His face is mere centimetres from you, so close that you can smell the gentle, musky scent of his perfume. 

“Really?” you reply, doing your best not to outwardly show how flustered you were.

“Yeah,” Vernon responds, gulping. His voice drops to a low whisper. “The prettiest.” 

He’s complimented you like that before, and you dug it every time. On this occasion, however, you’re not sure if it’s the residual weed hanging around in the air, but you feel compelled to ruin the friendship. How would he react if you kissed him, right there? Leaned into his touch, let him put his hands all over you, like you had always wanted? Would he want that too? 

You figure you can go a little further, blaming it on the weed when you know, in reality, it’s what you’ve wanted all along. With a playful grin, you poke him in the cheek with your pointer finger and turn around, unclasping your bra and leaving it on loosely, before laying down on your stomach. 

“Go on. Do your little fancy acupuncture thing,” you say softly, a slight challenge in your voice. You know he’ll take the bait.

He wordlessly gets up and hooks one leg over the back of your thighs, and sits on them, leaving you wonderfully trapped under his lithe figure. Admittedly, you didn’t think he’d be that bold, but he’s probably just high. 

“You’re warm,” you state stupidly. Out of everything you could have said, that was probably the most dumb choice. You hear him let out a soft, breathy chuckle. He presses one hand firmly down onto the pillow by your head, using it to prop himself up. The soft fabric dips under his weight.

Vernon traces the nape of your neck with his fingertips, feeling around for a ridge. His fingers are cold, and you feel a shiver rush down your spine. 

Leisurely, he trails his fingers down your spine, and you can’t help but relax into his touch. At some points, he feels around gradually, looking for more ridges to find the spot he was looking around for.

“Your skin’s soft,” he says, mind empty. You can’t put your finger on it, but the honeyed tone in his otherwise low voice tells you a thousand words he’s been holding back. You feel your abdomen tighten a little with expectant flutters.

“I know,” you reply, voice full of longing. 

Vernon’s hand seems to catch on a particular point of your mid-back, and he breathes out. “It’s gonna hurt a little, but just bear with me.”

You want to tell him that, after all of this time of wanting to kiss him, touch him, feel him up, you’d let him hurt you if it meant he stayed closer to you. That felt sick and twisted, however, so you simply hum, and add, “Whatever you say, Vernon.”

The pads of his pointed and middle fingers press down, somewhat harshly, on a particularly bony ridge of your spine. He’s right, it does hurt, and you can’t help but groan a little and shift in discomfort. He holds your waist in place with his other hand, cold skin giving you the kind of chill that takes your mind off the sting. You partly wish he wasn’t holding you down for the sake of relieving your migraine, but you figure you’ll take whatever you can get.

It’s brief, however, but what surprises you the most is the way you feel your migraine slowly dissolving away like sugar in warm water. You have hundreds of questions to ask, but with the weed coursing through your respective systems, all you feel is calming coolness.

“How does that feel?” he asks quietly. He breathes with an almost imperceptible quiver in his voice.

“I feel so much better, what the heck?” you murmur. 

Briefly, he gets up so you can turn back to face him. He shows no sign of returning to his position straddling his thighs, so you reach out with one arm and gently clasp your fingers around his left thigh, beckoning him to sit on top of you again. His eyes narrow, squinting, but he follows your direction. 

Biting the inside of his lip, he leans forward. Your mind rushes with the number of possibilities, but he simply holds your arms by the wrists and drapes them over his shoulders, then reaching behind you. His eyes hold your observant gaze, and you hate how you feel yourself getting increasingly warm at his graceful touch. Fingers reaching for your bra, he gently clasps it back together, and you swallow as you feel his knuckles brushing against your back. 

The moment Vernon is done, he retracts his hands, but doesn’t pull away from you entirely. You feel his cold fingers settle on either side of your waist, and you resist the urge to shiver. His breath caresses your face, but his eyes remain trained on yours.

“What’re you doing to me?” Vernon mutters, lips just barely brushing yours. 

“You should be telling me what you want me to do to you,” you whisper hoarsely. The palms of your hands settle on your shoulders, fingers tracing circles on his shirt. 

“Anything. Everything.”

A wry smile crosses your face. 

“How long?”

Vernon’s grip on your waist tightens just slightly. “Months ago, from the first time we smoked together.”

Your lips are on his. They’re soft like velvet and taste like jasmine. He reacts to your touch so subtly, so gently, that you could cry; his eyelids flutter shut, kissing you back, and his muscles relax as he breathes out. 

“You have…” he kisses you quickly. “No idea—” Kiss. “How much,” he groans, “I thought…” he sucks your bottom lip for a fleeting moment. “About you.”

“Really? What did you think?” you respond, kissing him more as you wait for a response. Your fingers trail down his front, eventually reaching the hem of his shirt and tugging it up. He helps you pull it off, eyes peering at yours as your smile grows the more of his torso is revealed.

“Everything. The way you exhale and suck the smoke back into your mouth, the way you blow smoke into my face whenever you’re frustrated, the way you moan every time you get a rush. There’s not a part about you I don’t like.”

You beam at him, wordlessly shifting positions until you’re on top of him, straddling his thighs, reminiscent of only a few seconds before. 

Feeling unsatisfied, you shift forward a little until your clothed cunt is directly on top of his cock, and you watch him wince a little as you settle. 

Vernon takes the rolled blunt and places the tip in his mouth, but falters, seeing that the lighter is missing. Not for long, however, since you pull what he’s looking for out of your skirt pocket, lighting it and setting his blunt aflame. He smirks as you do so. 

He lets the smoke flood his mouth for a few seconds, before removing the blunt and holding it between two fingers. With a nod of his head, he signals for you to open your mouth; tentatively, his thumb and index fingers hold your jaw open by either cheek, and he breathes out the smoke into your mouth by kissing you. 

The warmth of his soft lips and the smoke has you melting into his mouth, and you let the smoke simmer in your mouth for a moment before slowly blowing it out into the air. 

Smiling at him, you take the joint from him and take a hit yourself, doing the same to him in return. This time, the kiss is leisurely, tendrils of smoke escaping the corner of your joined lips as his teeth pull on your lips. 

You shift a little as you kiss him, wanting to get more comfortable, but he simply freezes, eyes widening. “Fuck, I’m sensitive,” he mumbles, grimacing. Vernon briefly pulls away to throw his head back and tightly close his eyes, letting the wave of pleasure diffuse through him in the form of goosebumps. “Don’t do that. I’ll end up wanting more.”

“What if that’s what I’m hoping for?” you smile into his neck, enjoying the way his neck rumbles a little as he chuckles half-heartedly. 

“You kill me.” 

“I know,” you respond, feigning remorse, “not my fault you respond to every touch.”

“And you don’t?” Vernon raises an eyebrow in response. His fingers fiddle with the belt of your pencil skirt, unclasping and unravelling the annoying garment. Before long, he has your skirt cast aside, on the floor, and you’re seated on top of him in just your bra and panties. 

It takes Vernon a lot of willpower to not just lay you down and please you until you physically couldn’t any more—while it remains an option, he opts to touch you slowly, surely, taking his time with you. If it took so long for you to be so pretty and ready for him, it wouldn’t hurt to treat you softly. 

Unable to resist, you grind down on his clothed cock.

You wish you could imprint the gorgeous, guttural groan into your mind forever.

“Fuck, you know I’m sensitive. I’ll come too quickly, go slow— fuck.”

“What if I want that?”

Placing two hands firmly onto your bare hips, he halts your movements and finally looks you in the eye. “Not yet. I want to see you come first. Can you do that for me?”

“Why’s that?” you giggle, placing your hand onto his as he runs his middle finger through the band of your panties.

“I don’t think I can go any longer imagining it in my head. I want you to come all over my fingers. Just do that, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

Pressing your lips to his, you guide him by the wrist, letting his fingers sneak past your underwear and take what he wants. The moment his chilly fingers make contact with your wet cunt, you feel him jump a little, halting his kisses for a split second before pressing the pads of his fingers onto your clit.

The last thing you were expecting was for it to feel that good. You’re sure it’s the weed—getting off never felt so explosive. You bury your head into the crook of his shoulder, practically squeezing his neck with your forearm. He peppers your neck with butterfly kisses as his fingers rub slow circles on your sensitive bud, utterly infatuated with how you react so readily to him, how you’re so vocal and open.

Vernon eggs you on, whispering nearly inaudible praises like, “That’s it, gorgeous,” and “Go on, take what you deserve,” and “God, you’re perfect.” As the joint burns itself out on his ashtray, you cry out softly into his skin, unable to tolerate the deliciously gentle way he touches you. 

“Are you gonna come for me?” he asks somewhat bashfully. It’s a change from the previous confident tone, and you realise he genuinely just wants to know how you’re doing, how you’re feeling, if you’re enjoying it. You clench your fists, trying to avoid hurting him by clasping onto him instead. 

After Vernon sucks a particularly common spot on your neck, you nod subtly. “Yeah, fuck, I am. Your fingers feel so good, Vernon, I can’t—”

“Yeah, you can.” You can hear the smile in his voice. “Come whenever you want, baby.”

So you do. With a softened whine, you clutch his neck tightly as if you were giving him a final hug goodbye. You feel his fingertips tighten around nothing, lightly brushing your warm back as he follows you through your orgasm, whispering, “Good girl. So good for me. You’re so beautiful.”

You jolt a little as he teasingly continues to brush his fingers over your clit, unable to withstand the further stimulation. In a split second, you unwind your arms from his shoulders and place your hands on either side of his neck, taking his lips in yours. 

You can’t be sure how long you sit there, making out like teenagers through the post-orgasm bliss, but you can’t complain—if you found the sun rising over your heads after opening the curtains, signalling the beginning of a new day, you couldn’t be angry. You’d keep it going, kissing his lips until you were both raw and breathless. 

Vernon’s fingers sneak their way behind your back and swiftly unclip the hook of your bra, letting it loosen and fall off your shoulders. Not breaking away, you help him undress you, pulling off the bra and tossing it a fair distance away. He immediately places his hands under your arms, letting his thumbs toy with your pebbled nipples, 

“You’re even more stunning than I imagined, if that’s even possible,” he murmurs, removing his lips from yours for a moment to look at you through hooded eyes. Vernon’s lips are cherry-red, slightly puffy, and his cheeks are tinted a pretty shade of rose. 

“Don’t even get me started on you,” you breathe. 

Vernon kisses you again in response, hooking his arms under your thighs and lifting you up. He flips your position until he’s back on top of you, reminiscent of the moment twenty minutes ago when he was just reaching behind you to fiddle with your garments. 

Reaching over to the nightstand, you pick up the remnants of the previous joint you’d smoked together. As he undresses the last of himself, you roll a second one, lighting it and placing it in your mouth. 

“Pass me the other one,” Vernon asks, positioning himself on top of you. It takes him a moment to realise your panties are still on, so he quickly slips that off, and finally hovers above you, one elbow propping him up. He takes the half-extinguished blunt and lights it by touching the tip to yours, smirking a little as the smoke billows off.

One thumb massages your thigh as you both let the weed re-enter your systems. You take them out at the same time, blowing the smoke into the air, and finally meeting his eyes.

His eyes are dark and heavy-lidded, and you’re sure it’s the sexiest he’s ever looked. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s naked and on top of you, or the fact that he’s unfalteringly holding your gaze. Whatever it is, you feel yourself going weak and tingly under his watchful eyes. 

“Fuck me, Vernon,” you sigh, taking another hit. “Please. You promised.” 

“Only because you asked nicely,” he smiles, kissing you gently. He palms his cock, which is thick, and lengthy in his pale hand. “You sure?” 

“I’ve wanted this for longer than you’d imagine.”

With that, Vernon pushes into you. A drawn-out, gruff groan leaves you both; you’re coping with his girth, he’s coping with how you seem to swallow him perfectly. 

“You’re so tight,” he flutters. “Holy fuck.” With the blunt still in his mouth, he looks down to see where you end and he begins; you wish you could tattoo the look on his face into your mind to remember forever.

Vernon merely whispers, “Perfect girl,” before finally extinguishing the short stump of his joint in the ashtray. Not wanting to wait further, he slowly withdraws himself and slams back into your tight cunt, elated by the way you gasped softly and wince at the sensation. Loving your reaction, he makes a point of slowly fucking you, eventually leaning in and holding your jaw open. You smile before he kisses you, breathing the smoke into your open mouth, and this time, you keep it in your system.

“You feel even better than I imagined. I’m not going to last long,” Vernon moans, burying his face into your neck. Your fingers trace the ridges of his back, and following a particularly sharp thrust, you dig into his skin with your fingernails, eliciting a gorgeous groan.

“Come whenever you want, Vernon. But… what did you imagine… how did you imagine?” you reply into his hair, which is slightly sweaty but still soft. You caress the areas you just pressed, afraid of hurting his beautiful and sensitive skin. 

“The only relief I had was my hand, baby. That doesn’t compare to you, not one bit. I’m not going to let you leave after this.”

“Believe me, I won’t,” you snicker, followed by an uncontrolled moan. “Fuck— maybe we’ll have to take a week off work and just stay here. Fuck it out of your… our systems. Like bunnies.”

“Fucking hell, baby, don’t give me ideas.”

“How about I do?” you giggle, clenching on him. He responds with nothing but a stutter in his smooth thrusts. You decide to squeeze him, over and over, just to see his response.

Vernon’s hand squeezes your waist for relief. “Fuck, don’t,” he mumbles, “I’m going to come. Fuck. Where should I? Tell me.”

“Anywhere,” you answer, running a hand through his soft, brown locks, “anywhere you want.”

“In your mouth?”

“Please.”

With a groan, he pulls out, weakly fucking his hand and letting you sit up. You take his cock into your mouth, and you’re oddly turned on by the fact that you taste yourself on him. You watch as he grimaces, head thrown back, one hand fisting your hair and bobbing you up and down on him repeatedly. 

You’d suck him off whenever if it meant seeing him that weak and like putty in your hands every time. With tears balling in the corners of your eyes, you let him skullfuck you until he comes right right onto your tongue, his grip subconsciously tightening in your hair. 

“Fuck,” he curses. “That’s it.”

It takes him a few moments to come down from the sudden and prolonged high, and when he comes to his senses, he quickly looks at you with concern. 

Vernon holds his hand out by your mouth. “It’s okay, spit. That can’t taste good.”

You smile, sticking your tongue out. 

“Too late,” you grin mischievously.

Vernon blinks. 

“Cat got your tongue, huh?” you question with a chuckle.

“God, you’re my dream girl,” Vernon replies, still mildly stunned. He leans over to kiss you, slightly uncomfortable because you’re both sat up on your legs, but that’s alright.

He’d kiss you forever if he could.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” Vernon beams. 

“Only if we come back straight away and fuck again. I’m sorry not sorry, but waiting that long, I’m not satiated that easily,” you shrug, looking at his lips and then his eyes as he leans in ever so slightly to wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb. 

Pressing a soft kiss to your lips, he smiles, looking utterly smitten. 

“Baby, that was a given.” 

Note: He peels an orange for you.

Also, ya'll prefer him to be called Vernon or Hansol in fics? I never know which to use as I personally don't mind either.

Warnings: None :) Soft, fluffy vibes

Requests are open!

You didn’t pay much mind when you felt Vernon’s weight press into the bed beside you, returning from a quick trip to the kitchen. You just kept your eyes focused on the show playing on your phone. You were snuggled under the covers; tucked tightly in thanks to your boyfriend as you tried to combat the cold. It was freezing, outside layered in snow with a bitter chill hanging in the air. You had decided not to leave your apartment, not even your bed if it could be helped. It was just too cold and dreary to muster up any will to move.

Your ears pricked at Vernon’s hushed voice, cursing to himself as he shifted in his spot. “What’s wrong?” You asked monotony, too invested in the movie in front of you to look away. He muttered something about getting you a snack but seemed too invested in his actions to properly answer. “Ah- sorry,” he huffed, prompting you to look over

“What are you doing?” You sit up a little. He was trying to dab away the orange juice that had leaked onto your sheets, a half-peeled orange in his other hand.

“I heard your stomach making noise.” He replied, “So I got you a snack until the food gets here.” 

“Really?” You begin to smile, moving closer to him and leaning your head on his shoulder. He had gotten back to peeling it for you. It feels quieter, the faint buzz of your movie fading into the background as you observe him. He seems so serious about doing the tedious task for you. The way his brow scrunches just slightly and how his eyes seem so trained on it. “You didn’t have to peel it for me” you laughed, watching him trying to remove the peel as perfectly as he could. It wasn’t though. It was messy and getting all over his hands. The sections broke apart and the peel hadn’t come off nicely at all.

“I wanted to,” he shrugs. “It looks kind of bad” he admits quietly, tossing the peels onto the plate and breaking off a piece for you. You smile and take it. What a simple task to brighten up your evening. How kind and thoughtful, though he was always doing simple, little tasks for you.

“Thank you” You break off a piece and hold it up for him to take. He does, sitting in comfortable silence with you just eating the orange.

“I love you” he looks over to you, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before going in to peel a second to share with you. You watched him again; how kind, how thoughtful, he probably didn’t even realize how little, but heartwarming it was. Maybe you’d peel one for him next.

Yes!!! Gimmie all the Vernon fluff please I live for it

quiet time

tldr: what exactly is he staring at? a/n: this is an ode to my own headphones. thank you for everything you do. (none of this would exist without you)

you think the best thing vernon ever did for your relationship was buy you your own pair of noise-canceling headphones. not only was it cute that you two had a subtle way of matching, but the gift was the catalyst for what you two called “quiet time”. 

you knew vernon needed his alone time. knew he needed time with his headphones on and music blasting in his ears, in his own world. you were happy to give him the space and do your own thing. when you opened the headphones he had given you, you weren't really sure you’d use them, perfectly happy with your small earbuds. the large headset seemed excessive. however, you quickly got the appeal after using them for the first time.

now every time you two hung out, you’d have quiet time. each doing your own thing, existing in the same space but not interacting with each other. hair getting flatter on both your heads as the band of the headphones pressed down. 

today you were sat on opposite ends of the couch, several feet of space between you both. you were absorbed in a game on your phone. he couldn’t help but stare at you, the music blasting into his own ears becoming background noise as he focused on you. he loved seeing you in those headphones, pleased to no end when he sees how well you use them. when he bought you the exact same pair that he had, he was nervous they would get mixed up but that fear was put to bed when you promptly decorated yours with little stickers, saying they needed to be “cuter” and as he stares at those stickers now, he can confirm you’re cute, but it might not be the headphone’s doing. 

you could feel vernon’s gaze on you, you’d felt it for minutes now. no longer able to stand it, you turned your head to him, pulling the headphones down to rest around the back of your neck. 

“why are you staring at me like that?” 

vernon pulled his own headphones down, unphased, “what?” 

you huffed, “why are you staring at me so intensely? it's creeping me out.” 

he smiled easily, “i just love you so much, bug.” 

you rolled your eyes, pulling the headphones back up, “well knock it off, you’re distracting me from my game.”

vernon just continued to stare, not missing the soft blush on your cheeks and little smile tugging on your lips as you tried to focus on the small screen in your hands. unsuccessful, you turned your head again pushing the headphones just off the ear closest to vernon, "for real stop staring. i need to beat this level before i can even think about making dinner so if you want to eat soon, you’ll look away.” 

laughing, vernon crawled closer to you, closing the distance between you two on the couch. wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he pulled you closer and whispered in your exposed ear, “i’ll wait forever for dinner if it means i can keep looking at you.” 

[minors dni]

[c.w.: oral + fingering (f. receiving), voyeurism, male masturbation]

"ngh, fuck" you pant out at you fingers tighten in your boyfriend's hair "v-vernonie~"

his head is currently trapped between your thighs, his face buried in your wet cunt. his hot tongue laps at your slit while his nose bumps up against your clit, sending waves of pleasure down your spine

his thick hands are wrapped around your thighs, squeezing at the fat there, as he makes out with your pussy, lips and tongue all over you, tasting you as much as he can. your bare chest rises and falls as you whine. he's probably been down there for at least thirty mintues now and as much as you love it, you're also incredibly impatient

you glance up across the room, wondering if someone else is getting impatient, you grin a bit when you see he is

when you and vernon barged into jihoon's studio, he just kept on working, not bothering that you two were heavily making out on his couch. even when vernon stripped you down and sunk down on his knees and you started to moan like a bitch in heat, he never looked up from his computer

now though, his desk chair is turned towards in your direction, his gaze on you, unwaivering. you can see the bulge in his sweatpants, but he's yet to pull his cock out. the sight alone makes you clench down around the fingers vernon has now fed into your pussy, his mouth latched around your clit. the wet noises from his mouth and your pussy fill the room, and you wonder if jihoon would ever audio record your sessions

both you and your boyfriend being busy idols means you two don't have a lot of time or privacy, especially to do more...intimate things (like fuck). that is, until one day when vernon was complaining about it to jihoon during a writing session and jihoon suggested you guys just...use his studio

the issue is that jihoon never leaves his studio, which vernon pointed out, to which jihoon responded "you can't expect me to let you use my studio without me getting something out of it"

so that's how you and your boyfriend ended up fucking in jihoon's studio...a lot. sometimes he watches, sometimes he doesn't. it's gotten to the point where you guys are in there enough, he doesn't have the time nor energy to be bothered with you most of the time, ignoring you two going at it a few feet away from where he's messing with the newest track seventeen has recorded

if you're being honest, you kind of prefer when he watched, so it gets you excited to know he's watching you two now, distracted enough to put his work aside for the time being

vernon's fingers are curling up into you at that sweet spot and you so desperately want to cum, but you push vernon's head away instead. when vernon pulls away, he's out of breath, and his mouth is a mess with your arousal leaving a sheen on his lips

"baby?"

"wanna ride your cock" you mumble "please" you tack on at the end

vernon just nods and pulls his shirt over his head before shedding his pants. his cock springs out, hard and already red and dripping precum, you wouldn't be surprised if he was jerking off while eating you out

vernon takes his place laying down on the couch and you mount him, lining his cock up before sinking down. you keep contact with jihoon while you do, watching as the older man rubs at his hard on over his sweats. you want him to take out his cock, and he knows this, he's teasing you instead

below you, vernon's fingers dig into your hip bones as he helps you set your pace, bouncing up and down in his lap. overtime your pussy has molded itself to the shape of vernon's cock and he fits in you nicely, filling you up and digging into you in all the right places

you plant your hands on vernon's chest, and stare down at your boyfriend as you ride his cock. his soft brown hair falls over his forehead, slightly disheveled from the sweat and how hard you were gripping it earlier. the lights are dim in the universe factory, but not so dark that you can't see vernon's pretty brown eyes. you two stare at each other as you roll your hips against his, his eyes conveying how lust filled his brain is right now

you lean down, kissing your boyfriend. his hands travel up your spine, his hips rocking into you as his kisses you deeply. your arousal still lingers on his lips and you groan at the taste

you're lost in the kiss and the feeling of vernon against you and in you and you nearly forget about the other presence in the room, until vernon pulls away and whispers to you "i think jihoon is touching himself now"

you lift yourself up again to look, and sure enough, jihoon's thick cock is pulled out of his sweats, sitting heavy in his hand as he yanks at himself, staring at where you and your boyfriend are connected

you're glad vernon is so chill, because you have to admit, you're a bit obsessed with the older member's cock. it's so thick and pretty and pink and it leaks so much precum. there's been plenty of times where you imagine it between your lips or even inside of you. sometimes you fantasize that one day jihoon will stand up, stride across the room, and come and fuck you to get off instead of just jerking off while watching you

you know vernon wouldn't mind, in fact he'd probably like watching his girlfriend get fucked by his favorite hyung, but for now you'll just have to stick to fantasies and watching him watch you

jihoon seems to notice that you're watching him and he smirks at you, before flicking his eyes down to watch the way your tits bounce with each thrust of vernon's cock, which makes you moan out involuntarily, which makes jihoon smirk even more. fuck, you want him so bad

"fuck vern" you mutter "need to cum"

"yeah?"

"yeah"

vernon brings his hand up to your clit, rubbing at you there rapidly with his thumb to help you get off. your body jolts with pleasure and you fight throwing your head back, not wanting to take your eyes off of jihoon, who also looks close to cumming

jihoon and vernon let out matching pants and grunts as they stare at you, and you relish in the attention, your eyes flitting between the boys, admiring how pretty they both look

you can feel your cunt fluttering, so close to release. it only takes on particularly well placed thrust from vernon that you're crying out, your legs spasms as your body releases all of the tension built up. you clench down on vernon's cock, nearly collapsing as you orgasm

a few seconds later, vernon is pulling you down flush against him, painting you insides white. it takes probably another twenty seconds of watching you and vernon come down from your highs before jihoon is cumming as well, his seed spilling against his hand. if your legs weren't so weak you might have walked over there and got down on your knees to lick him clean

all three of you are a bit hot and out of breath, your pants filing the silence of the room. as you slump against vernon, your head on his chest, you watch at jihoon grabs a tissue to clean himself off before tucking himself back into his sweats. he sends a wink at you before turning his chair back around and sliding his headphones back on like he didn't just nut a minute ago

you just bury yourself further into you boyfriend, thinking about how no matter what it takes, one day you'll get jihoon to join you two

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??

no no u don't get it im the simp for this man SLDEWFVBELKB CQF2Y4GFBCRR-

this this is perfect-

"okay", you say, voice muffled as you take the lollipop out of your mouth, holding it the stick between your fingers. "but the point is-"

dokyeom closely listens to you, nodding at your words from time to time and commenting too. vernon is just chilling beside you - he heard you talk about your theory for that movie so many times before, he knew exactly what your points were and, honestly, he couldn't wait for dokyeom to have that 'oh my god, it makes so much sense!' look in his eyes.

he smiles when you reach a certain point of your explanation, opening your arms as big as you could to emphasize your words. vernon mindlessly grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up to his face so he could take your candy into his mouth.

vernon sucks on the lollipop as dokyeom gasps. he knew it.

"sickening", seungkwan states beside vernon.

"hey! it's a good theory!", he frowns, ready to defend you. his voice is muffled too.

"i'm talking about you", says seungkwan, pointing at the candy between vernon's lips. "you simp."

the only thing vernon can do is smile.

Ooo 5 for the fluffy prompts with Hansol?

5. "Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."

Twice. Your professor had called you a disappointment twice. It hadn't really struck you in the moment as he had gone over your grade, a red F contrasting against the white paper, but it struck now. Were you really that disappointing? You tried to let the thought go, but you heard a knock on the door and your boyfriend's voice, and it resurfaced again.

"Come in!" You said and he opened the door, a bright smile on his face. You smiled back at him, but Hansol's brows went down as he noticed that your face was red and splotchy.

"Baby, have you been crying?" He asked, sitting on the bed beside you, and you could feel a lump form in your throat, your emotions getting the best of you.

"N-no?" You tried saying, but your voice cracked and with that you broke down and cried. He gasped quietly and pulled you into his arms, resting your head on his chest.

"Shh shh, hey, whatever it is tell me. Or don't think about it." You couldn't hear his voice and continued to cry, the events of today finally taking their toll. He grabbed your head gently and placed it against his heart, kissing your head. You stopped and listened to the soft thumping underneath his sweater, sniffling.

"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that. You can tell me what happened, but I need you to calm down and collect your thoughts." Hansol said, and so you listened. With his hand rubbing up and down your back, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, you did more than calm down. He chuckled as he saw your eyes fluttering shut and moved you to the side of your bed, laying you down before laying next to you.

"Alright babe, we'll take a nap, but you tell me what happened as soon as we wake up. Love you." He spoke, and you mumbled an "I love you too." before cuddling up to him, listening once more to his heartbeat.

Super Weird - Vernon

WC: 867 || Genre: Fluff || CW: Suggested bullying (?)/ reader being an outcast || Vernon x GN!reader (established relationship)

A/N: For all my weirdos because I'm a weirdo and Vernon is too, ain't no denying it, just a buncha freaks in masks huh?

"Do you think I'm weird?"

Vernon looks at you, eyes squinting in confusion and his expression shifting into a scowl seeing that you're completely serious, "Whaf dar haw ah yo tarking abo-?" (What the hell are you talking about?)

His mouth is filled with the last and biggest spoonful of food that you knew you couldn't finish so - as the routine goes - you gave it to Vernon. He furiously chews at a pace that you know probably isn't safe and with a large and rather painful-looking gulp his mouth is free of obstructions. "What did you just say?" his tone sounds more lightly confused but his face gives quiet anger more than anything.

"Hansol you heard me. Do you think I'm weird?" You speak very monotonously, a trait the two of you shared.

"Of course you're weird." He says it like it's a matter of fact. His expression completely drops into the deadpan face you're used to. He ignores how perplexed you look as he brings the dishes to the sink.

"And you're okay with that?" You ask out of genuine curiosity, you know that most people would outcast someone they think is weird - it's something you've often experienced at school and work. So if he thought you were strange then why would he stick around?

"Why wouldn't I be?" He looks up at you almost accusatorily as he scrubbed the dishes and put them to dry.

"I mean- It doesn't bother you at all that I'm abnormal or weird? I know people talk about how I sound or that I'm too... strange and stuff. It isn't lost on me but if you also know that then why do you stick around?" You let your words spill just wanting to get down to the root of the issue while escaping the heavy-handed approach of blurting out "Why would you want to be with someone you find weird?".

"Nope." That was his reply. His. Entire. Answer. Just "Nope." and then he picked his phone up from the table and went to sit in the living room. You know he saw your face as it contorted into even more confusion and bafflement but he ignored it!

You did the only sensible thing, of course, and immediately trailed him and sat right next to him, snatching his phone out of his hand as he opened up a game. You had his attention and yet he seemed confused? As if he wasn't the one who completely dodged your questioning before.

"Yes?"

"You have nothing else to say?"

He gave himself a moment to think, you thought for a millisecond that perhaps he's finally found a more appropriate answer, "Nope."

"Huh?" You shake your head completely bewildered. "You know I'm weird and you still want to be with me, why is that?"

"It's probably because I love you or something weird like that-" He turns to you as a blush sets in. Chuckling he gives a small pinch to your cheeks, fighting the cuteness aggression he feels, "Don't think about it too much though, that's a fact you should already know about by now... I would hope you know about by now..." He tilts his head as he says that last part as if questioning if you really did know about his love after all this time.

Vernon's love for you was something you never questioned, even though he wasn't exactly the best at physically expressing it he always made sure to assure you through words, actions, or gifts. It was a bit odd honestly, like he had some sort of psychic powers to know what your needs are. Maybe...

"I think you're the weird one actually-" you start thinking out loud.

"Yeah? Maybe."

"And you accept that, Han?"

"Mhm." His answers are blunt and to the point, you have to wonder if he's just saying this to satisfy your curiosity- "I'm not just saying that by the way. I know that I'm weird, babe."

"You a wizard?" He squints as he looks at you, waiting for clarification, "You read my mind like one."

"Nope, I'm just a really good boyfriend I think." He relaxes into the couch, pulling you onto his lap and retrieving his phone from your grasp.

"So we're both just weird and we both just have to accept that?"

"Looks like it, babe."

"huh..." You ponder on it for a moment as your eyes look around your shared apartment. Shelves filled with knick-knacks of yours, pillows in the shape of cartoon characters, anime on the TV currently... "Yeah, okay." You retract your worry as quick as it came, it was an absurd thought that you let yourself get caught up in any way. You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning your head against his shoulder as you watch him play his game.

"Hansol?"

"What?"

"Why am I seeing a half-naked man on your screen right now?"

"That is my current boyfriend, Sylus."

You look at him and raise an eyebrow, he meets your nebulous expression with a peck on the lips. "You are weird, Han."

"I know baby. It's honestly weirder that you heard me say all of that and that's your only reaction."

A/N: Hahaha totally not something to sate you guys as I continue working on the Cheol angst fic... (Please help me I'm 3000 words in and still haven't gotten through half of my bullet points) Tbf I did say it was gonna be long though... First Vernon fic though! Plus comeback around the corner, yeah let's all talk about all the whiplash that's been going on in Caratland rn...

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Super Weird - Vernon

WC: 867 || Genre: Fluff || CW: Suggested bullying (?)/ reader being an outcast || Vernon x GN!reader (established relationship)

A/N: For all my weirdos because I'm a weirdo and Vernon is too, ain't no denying it, just a buncha freaks in masks huh?

"Do you think I'm weird?"

Vernon looks at you, eyes squinting in confusion and his expression shifting into a scowl seeing that you're completely serious, "Whaf dar haw ah yo tarking abo-?" (What the hell are you talking about?)

His mouth is filled with the last and biggest spoonful of food that you knew you couldn't finish so - as the routine goes - you gave it to Vernon. He furiously chews at a pace that you know probably isn't safe and with a large and rather painful-looking gulp his mouth is free of obstructions. "What did you just say?" his tone sounds more lightly confused but his face gives quiet anger more than anything.

"Hansol you heard me. Do you think I'm weird?" You speak very monotonously, a trait the two of you shared.

"Of course you're weird." He says it like it's a matter of fact. His expression completely drops into the deadpan face you're used to. He ignores how perplexed you look as he brings the dishes to the sink.

"And you're okay with that?" You ask out of genuine curiosity, you know that most people would outcast someone they think is weird - it's something you've often experienced at school and work. So if he thought you were strange then why would he stick around?

"Why wouldn't I be?" He looks up at you almost accusatorily as he scrubbed the dishes and put them to dry.

"I mean- It doesn't bother you at all that I'm abnormal or weird? I know people talk about how I sound or that I'm too... strange and stuff. It isn't lost on me but if you also know that then why do you stick around?" You let your words spill just wanting to get down to the root of the issue while escaping the heavy-handed approach of blurting out "Why would you want to be with someone you find weird?".

"Nope." That was his reply. His. Entire. Answer. Just "Nope." and then he picked his phone up from the table and went to sit in the living room. You know he saw your face as it contorted into even more confusion and bafflement but he ignored it!

You did the only sensible thing, of course, and immediately trailed him and sat right next to him, snatching his phone out of his hand as he opened up a game. You had his attention and yet he seemed confused? As if he wasn't the one who completely dodged your questioning before.

"Yes?"

"You have nothing else to say?"

He gave himself a moment to think, you thought for a millisecond that perhaps he's finally found a more appropriate answer, "Nope."

"Huh?" You shake your head completely bewildered. "You know I'm weird and you still want to be with me, why is that?"

"It's probably because I love you or something weird like that-" He turns to you as a blush sets in. Chuckling he gives a small pinch to your cheeks, fighting the cuteness aggression he feels, "Don't think about it too much though, that's a fact you should already know about by now... I would hope you know about by now..." He tilts his head as he says that last part as if questioning if you really did know about his love after all this time.

Vernon's love for you was something you never questioned, even though he wasn't exactly the best at physically expressing it he always made sure to assure you through words, actions, or gifts. It was a bit odd honestly, like he had some sort of psychic powers to know what your needs are. Maybe...

"I think you're the weird one actually-" you start thinking out loud.

"Yeah? Maybe."

"And you accept that, Han?"

"Mhm." His answers are blunt and to the point, you have to wonder if he's just saying this to satisfy your curiosity- "I'm not just saying that by the way. I know that I'm weird, babe."

"You a wizard?" He squints as he looks at you, waiting for clarification, "You read my mind like one."

"Nope, I'm just a really good boyfriend I think." He relaxes into the couch, pulling you onto his lap and retrieving his phone from your grasp.

"So we're both just weird and we both just have to accept that?"

"Looks like it, babe."

"huh..." You ponder on it for a moment as your eyes look around your shared apartment. Shelves filled with knick-knacks of yours, pillows in the shape of cartoon characters, anime on the TV currently... "Yeah, okay." You retract your worry as quick as it came, it was an absurd thought that you let yourself get caught up in any way. You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning your head against his shoulder as you watch him play his game.

"Hansol?"

"What?"

"Why am I seeing a half-naked man on your screen right now?"

"That is my current boyfriend, Sylus."

You look at him and raise an eyebrow, he meets your nebulous expression with a peck on the lips. "You are weird, Han."

"I know baby. It's honestly weirder that you heard me say all of that and that's your only reaction."

A/N: Hahaha totally not something to sate you guys as I continue working on the Cheol angst fic... (Please help me I'm 3000 words in and still haven't gotten through half of my bullet points) Tbf I did say it was gonna be long though... First Vernon fic though! Plus comeback around the corner, yeah let's all talk about all the whiplash that's been going on in Caratland rn...

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Super Weird - Vernon

WC: 867 || Genre: Fluff || CW: Suggested bullying (?)/ reader being an outcast || Vernon x GN!reader (established relationship)

A/N: For all my weirdos because I'm a weirdo and Vernon is too, ain't no denying it, just a buncha freaks in masks huh?

"Do you think I'm weird?"

Vernon looks at you, eyes squinting in confusion and his expression shifting into a scowl seeing that you're completely serious, "Whaf dar haw ah yo tarking abo-?" (What the hell are you talking about?)

His mouth is filled with the last and biggest spoonful of food that you knew you couldn't finish so - as the routine goes - you gave it to Vernon. He furiously chews at a pace that you know probably isn't safe and with a large and rather painful-looking gulp his mouth is free of obstructions. "What did you just say?" his tone sounds more lightly confused but his face gives quiet anger more than anything.

"Hansol you heard me. Do you think I'm weird?" You speak very monotonously, a trait the two of you shared.

"Of course you're weird." He says it like it's a matter of fact. His expression completely drops into the deadpan face you're used to. He ignores how perplexed you look as he brings the dishes to the sink.

"And you're okay with that?" You ask out of genuine curiosity, you know that most people would outcast someone they think is weird - it's something you've often experienced at school and work. So if he thought you were strange then why would he stick around?

"Why wouldn't I be?" He looks up at you almost accusatorily as he scrubbed the dishes and put them to dry.

"I mean- It doesn't bother you at all that I'm abnormal or weird? I know people talk about how I sound or that I'm too... strange and stuff. It isn't lost on me but if you also know that then why do you stick around?" You let your words spill just wanting to get down to the root of the issue while escaping the heavy-handed approach of blurting out "Why would you want to be with someone you find weird?".

"Nope." That was his reply. His. Entire. Answer. Just "Nope." and then he picked his phone up from the table and went to sit in the living room. You know he saw your face as it contorted into even more confusion and bafflement but he ignored it!

You did the only sensible thing, of course, and immediately trailed him and sat right next to him, snatching his phone out of his hand as he opened up a game. You had his attention and yet he seemed confused? As if he wasn't the one who completely dodged your questioning before.

"Yes?"

"You have nothing else to say?"

He gave himself a moment to think, you thought for a millisecond that perhaps he's finally found a more appropriate answer, "Nope."

"Huh?" You shake your head completely bewildered. "You know I'm weird and you still want to be with me, why is that?"

"It's probably because I love you or something weird like that-" He turns to you as a blush sets in. Chuckling he gives a small pinch to your cheeks, fighting the cuteness aggression he feels, "Don't think about it too much though, that's a fact you should already know about by now... I would hope you know about by now..." He tilts his head as he says that last part as if questioning if you really did know about his love after all this time.

Vernon's love for you was something you never questioned, even though he wasn't exactly the best at physically expressing it he always made sure to assure you through words, actions, or gifts. It was a bit odd honestly, like he had some sort of psychic powers to know what your needs are. Maybe...

"I think you're the weird one actually-" you start thinking out loud.

"Yeah? Maybe."

"And you accept that, Han?"

"Mhm." His answers are blunt and to the point, you have to wonder if he's just saying this to satisfy your curiosity- "I'm not just saying that by the way. I know that I'm weird, babe."

"You a wizard?" He squints as he looks at you, waiting for clarification, "You read my mind like one."

"Nope, I'm just a really good boyfriend I think." He relaxes into the couch, pulling you onto his lap and retrieving his phone from your grasp.

"So we're both just weird and we both just have to accept that?"

"Looks like it, babe."

"huh..." You ponder on it for a moment as your eyes look around your shared apartment. Shelves filled with knick-knacks of yours, pillows in the shape of cartoon characters, anime on the TV currently... "Yeah, okay." You retract your worry as quick as it came, it was an absurd thought that you let yourself get caught up in any way. You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning your head against his shoulder as you watch him play his game.

"Hansol?"

"What?"

"Why am I seeing a half-naked man on your screen right now?"

"That is my current boyfriend, Sylus."

You look at him and raise an eyebrow, he meets your nebulous expression with a peck on the lips. "You are weird, Han."

"I know baby. It's honestly weirder that you heard me say all of that and that's your only reaction."

A/N: Hahaha totally not something to sate you guys as I continue working on the Cheol angst fic... (Please help me I'm 3000 words in and still haven't gotten through half of my bullet points) Tbf I did say it was gonna be long though... First Vernon fic though! Plus comeback around the corner, yeah let's all talk about all the whiplash that's been going on in Caratland rn...

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Two Minus One [Masterlist]

Pairing: Vernon x fem!reader

Synopsis: What’s a better way to find love in the modern day than through dating apps? Eight months after his breakup with his long-time girlfriend, Vernon is finally ready for the dating scene once more - or so he thought. Finding the new game of love more challenging than he remembered, he reaches out to you, Chan’s best friend and legendary wing woman, for help.

Genre: fluff, crack, sm au, university/recent college grads au, mild love triangle(?), S2L, tsundere!reader, sweetheart!vernon, best friend!chan

Warnings: PG-13, mild use of profanity, probably some kissing, adulting is hard. Additional warnings will be specified per chapter. Pictures/GIFs/memes used in this series (banner included) are not my own! Credits to owner. 

A/N: This will be my first stab at sm au 😣 I’m still trying to figure out the ropes of  this genre, so please bear with me as we go through! As always, thank you for reading 💙

Updates: weekly

Start: 12/19/2021 | End: 6/24/2022

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profiles 1 | profiles 2 

prologue

one | ready to love

two | slip into the diamondlife

three | left and right

bonus | crush (chan-focused, written)

four | ah! love

five | i’m falling for u once again

six | a fool of love for you

seven | my love is only this (woozi world tour tickets)

eight | she’s (not) so ice ice baby

nine | mingyu from mechanical engineering (written)

ten | secret sign 

eleven | are you always gonna front like this?

twelve | in the end, you’re going to save me 

bonus | the same at seventeen

thirteen | i know but pretend i don’t know (chan-focused, written)

fourteen | but why can’t we let go?

fifteen | then as if it’s nothing

sixteen | if i cry now, i might not be able to see you

seventeen | 24/7 while in search for you

eighteen | surprise 🎂🙆🏻‍♂️

nineteen | maybe i’ll cry for a love that isn’t perfect yet (written)

twenty | 3, 2, 1 domino-

twenty-one | friends see my feed and worry, do you babe?

epilogue | i’m alright with you

Bonus:

murdering tacos

kiss me better.

— vernon x gn!reader

— fluff cause let's face it im obsessed

— contents : established relationship, vernon being cute w kids, kisses, vernon gives reader a hickey so I need the - 18 to stay away ok, sorta suggestive, nicknames (vernon; sollie, sol, baby, nonnie. reader; sweetheart, pretty)

"Does it hurt a lot?" hansol asked your neice in a soft comforting voice, standing on his knees so that he could match her height.

she nods her head and let's out a tiny sniffle, hansol coos at her and pulls her into his arms so that she could cry into his shoulder. "I'm so sorry baby I wish I could help you" he said, rubbing her back to calm her down.

you smile at them from the doorway. hansol always got along with your neice so well, it took you years to win her over and still all you two do is squabble (yes you fight with a seven years and yes you lose more often than not.) for him it was as easy as turning a page.

if it weren't for the fact that you loved him with every corner of your heart you would probably be jealous of their relationship.

when her cries quite down hansol slowly pulled her away and held onto her arms, "do you wanna know a secret?" he asked, she pouts and brings a hand up to wipe her nose while nodding her head slowly, "mhm" she hummed.

hansol pulls her next to him so that he could whisper directly into her ear, "my mom used to say that candies and kisses are best for hurts" he whispered scandalously. then he pulls out a snickers bar and hands it to her.

the chocolate bar automatically makes her smile, and when she raises her hands to take it from your boyfriend's hand, he presses a quick and soft kiss on top of the bandaid resting on her finger, causing her to let out a fit of giggles.

your girl catches a glimpse of you in the doorway and she immediately let's out the sweetest laugh and runs towards you, "look at what sollie got me," she said waving the chocolate in your face. you lean down to her height and make a show of groaning with jealousy and pout at her. "not fair, sol keeps giving you chocolates and keeps forgetting about me"

your neice sticks out her tongue and turns around to run back to vernon. she hands him the chocolate and like a routine he starts to unwrap it for her while she continues to babble with you.

"it's so totally fair," she says stubbornly.

you walk towards your bed and lay on your stomach while facing the other two sitting on the ground. "and how is that?" you asked, mimicking her stubbornness

"sollie keeps giving you kisses and forgets about me" she said.

vernon coughs and turns around to catch your stunned and wide eyes. your smiling though, and watch as the sweet little girl continues to say in a thoughtful voice, "and I have never complained about that !! but you complain about not getting chocolates all the time, so really its not fair for me"

you shake your head in a little bit of shock and a little bit of amazement. "how's your hand feeling, drama queen?" you prompted, knowing she would fall into your trap.

she gasps loudly and let's out in an offended voice, "I am not a drama queen !! ugh whatever I'm leaving," she said, biting into her snickers and walking away, you and vernon watch her waddle towards your rooms doorway. right before she leaves she turns around and gives you a stink eye, "I know when I'm not appreciated." and she closes the door on her way out.

you let out a slightly amazed scoff, every time you babysat her you saw this new side of her that made you realise she was no longer a baby, she was growing so quickly you were almost certain she was an anomaly or something.

"everything okay?" hansol asked, he had moved closer to the bed so that he could talk to you properly (and maybe steal a kiss or two.) the position made you taller than him, so you had tilt your head down a little to talk to him. "everythings perfect" you said, smiling at him.

"can I ask you something?" he asked, a mischievous smile taking over his face.

you narrowed your eyes and looked at him very suspiciously, causing him to break out into his heart smile. and boom goes your suspicion. damn his perfect smile that made you melt into a literal puddle.

"anything you want, baby" you said.

he pulls himself up even closer to the bed and smiles at you. "I got hurt," he said, pouting his lips, "on my lips. need you to kiss it better"

now here's the thing, laughing was your coping mechanism, it was as if would protect you from cringing or trauma.

which was exactly why almost as soon as those words left his mouth hansol's shoulders scrunched up and he let's out a humiliated yell, covering his face with his hands, and you let out the loudest cackling laugh ever.

"dude what is wrong with you" you asked, laughing at his embarrassed face. you turn over on the bed and continued loudly laughing at him. "why would you do that I have literally never denied you a kiss," you added.

"I was trying to be romantic," you heard him whine.

you couldn't see hansol anymore because your laughing put you on your back, but you could hear some shuffling around the bed, and suddenly he was crawling his way on the bed towards you, automatically making you move backwards and into your pillows for safety.

you tried to muffle your laughter by pressing you lips into a thin line, causing vernon to have that annoyed smile on his face. "you think I'm funny, sweetheart?" he asked, whispering it very close to your ear as if he was telling you a secret. you violently shake your head side to side to tell him no. hansol scoffs, and my god does he look attractive while doing it.

your eyes fell to his lips and every detail of it amazed you, how was he so fucking gorgeous? they trailed further and further down his neck, the curve of his adam's apple, the dip the followed after, the v shaped collar bones that led your eyes straight down his— "eyes up here, pretty. I already know I'm irresistible" he said with the proudest smirk on his face.

his cockiness was starting to annoy you, so before he could open his mouth again you pull him down, your lips meet his and you kiss the fuck out of him.

hansol doesn't object in the slightest bit. one of his hands grabs onto the headboard behind you and the other one goes under your head, your hands were balling up his hoodie.

when he pulls away to rest his lungs, you smirk at him, "does it still hurt or do you need some candy too?"

hansol laughs. he kisses your lips, then your cheek, then your jaw, and then your neck, "some candy wouldn't hurt" he says in a breathy whisper, and then he nips, and then he bites.

you gasped, your body jumping and hitting against his. he licks you neck to soothe it before repeating the action and sucking lightly. your body arched up against him, and your fingers pull at his hair. "fuck, nonnie" you moaned.

the bastard fucking laughs into your neck.

when the spot turns a dark purple colour, hansol moves away and stares at his work, he gives himself a satisfied hod and then leans in again to kiss it.

you look at him with a raised eyebrow, "what the fuck are you doing" you asked in confusion. vernkn pulls back to look at you and shrug his shoulders, "kissing you better." he said.

you rolled your eyes at him and let out a laugh, "butyou gave me the hickey?" you said, confusion still flattering you features. vernon smirks as if he was the smartest boy ever and says, "yeah, now I have a reason to kiss you more, and you have a reason to eat more candies"

you think about how stupid your boyfriend is, and how badly you want to marry him.

Boyfriend Vernon texts

(because I had so much fun with woozi last time ,, more will come in future)

heyyy hope you're having a good day

so imagine meeting Vernon's family for the first time. you were so nervous but his parents were really nice so you felt comfortable instantly, But as you had been tense for days you felt the need to get off, so when he showed you his childhood bedroom you needed him to fuck you right then and there. As y'all know Vernon is disciplined and wouldn't want you to misbehave either. but he finally agreed when you begged (how can he resist you) he didn't want you to make a sound tho... soo wall sex with Vernon in his childhood bedroom with his fam outside?

hii omg yes, thank you! I hope you are having a great day too!!! <3

interesting that you came to me about vernon since he is still up in challenge me and i haven't written anything about him yet BUT... i love it, hehe.

So, as a thank you for this, find a little bit more under the read more... hehe.

PAIRING: Vernon x Afab!Reader

WARNINGS: begging, slight degradation, use of pet names (baby, slut, whore), doggy, dirty talk, creampie

WORDCOUNT: 620

"You really are insatiable, aren't you, baby?" Vernon chuckles behind you. His body is pressed against yours, your breath stuck in your throat as you feel his member throb inside of you. He hasn't moved since he entered you, your hips wiggling, but he doesn't let you go. Instead he kisses your neck, sucks on the sensitive skin. Both of you are aware his family is outside. Both of you know it's risky. And yet, how could he ever say no to you, especially when you begged him to fuck you? Just the words alone: "Vernonie... I need your cock, please just fuck me, I'll be quiet!" had already been it for him.

"P-Please," you whined now, tears pooling in your eyes. Your boyfriend smirks against your skin, one hand that was holding you against the wall before now moves down and to your front, thumb pressing down on your sensitive clit.

"Really think you can take it? And be quiet, my little slut?" You nod rapidly and Vernon licks his lips before he finally does his first thrust, having you gasp. Your walls clench around him and he presses his face against your neck, hips now not able to stop from fucking into you. When he hears your first moan, he brings his other hand to your mouth, his cock drilling into you at even quicker speed. His mouth is dropped as he watches how his cock slides in and out of you, his orgasm not far. You had riled him up so bad and now you were here, your frontside pressed against the wall of his childhood bedroom, his cock deep inside your wet and needy pussy. Never could he say no to you, never could he resist knowing he had you in the room he used to sleep in, jerking off to images of you, his high school crush.

"Fuck, you're so tight and wet for me, baby, such a needly little whore, can't even wait until we're back home for me to fuck her." His words make your eyes roll back and you throw your hips against him, having him reposition you as a reaction. Now, he has your back arched, your hands prepped against the wall as he fucks you like this, one hand still on your mouth while the other is on your back, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again, sure to have you see stars in less than a few minutes. Your boyfriend throws his head back, a deep groan leaving him when he feels you pulsating around his length. You wanna scream, tell him to fill you up, but you know him well enough to know he will do so anyways. He always does what you need him to, even without you saying it.

And you're right - he continues his spiel, his hips at perfect speed and strength, his breath getting heavier, his groans becoming more desperate. When he feels you come undone around him, drool against his hand so close to drip down your chin, he can't help it anymore.

"Yeah, just like that, cum on my cock, baby. Milk me, fuck, gonna cum and fill you up so good, shit." He lets his hand wader to your hair, pulling you up against his chest as he finishes inside of you; hot perfect cum shooting inside of you, both of you riding your highs out with each other.

Once he slips out of you, he turns you around, his lips finding yours without any trouble.

"I love you," he whispers against your lips and you giggle.

"I love you too. Now, please get me something to clean myself up before your cum drips on your parent's carpet."

As Seasons Pass

Pairing : Hansol x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Angst

Warnings : Mentions of character death

Where you realize that moving on from someone is like the changing of seasons.

At the start of winter, you and Mingyu finally graduate from college. Something you both had been waiting for ever since you started dating. It was time to figure out everything else in life, most importantly your futures together.

The said last day before spring, Mingyu had you pressed against his room door, both of you sharing feverish kisses, without a worry about anything else. Mingyu's eyes pierce into yours as he whispers a 'I love you' and it's enough to make your heart burst into butterflies. You chastely press your lips against his, mumbling the phrase back.

A month after spring had started and flowers of different colours started to bloom, the news of your boyfriend's death has you breaking into a hysteria of tears, sobbing uncontrollably in the arms of your best friend, Hansol. He says nothing but gives you reassuring pats and draws patterns on your backs because they seem to make you feel better. After that day, Hansol becomes your source of comfort and you find yourself at his place everyday, slowly trying your best to move on from the boyfriend you had loved so much.

At the end of spring, you're at Hansol's threshold, once again in his arms as you cry your heart and eyes out. 'It's okay, Y/n,' he says, 'It's really okay'. You look up at him, your eyes tinted red, 'It's not okay. I'm pregnant, Hansol. And with his child. When I thought I was finally over him'. 'Will I be a good mother? How am I supposed to raise another life when I can't even control my own emotions?'. He mumbles comforting words into your head, seeming to be drowned in his own thoughts. Finally deciding something, he looks into your eyes and confidentially says, 'I'll help you raise the kid, Y/n'.

In autumn, you and Hansol go dress-shopping for yourself and the baby which was due at the beginning of winter. You didn't know what to say when he placed the offer to take care of your child but he proved you that he was serious in multiple occasions where he took care of you, from clinical visits to buying you food according to your cravings. You had sold your apartment and permanently moved to his place as Hansol thought that it would be easier to take care of you that way. He was in a good job and it paid him well enough to support himself and you comfortably. Both of you still hadn't labelled the relationship you shared but you decided to not think about it, fully focusing on welcoming the life you were carrying. You link your hands with Hansol's as you giggle about cute jumpsuits, going on with the flow of the present.

As the first snowflake falls onto the ground, Kim Gyeol-Wool was born. You were hesitant about making her surname 'Kim' but Hansol insisted that you should as Gyeol-Wool was Mingyu's kid. Moreover, she looked exactly like Mingyu which almost made you tear up when you held her for the first time. Hansol reminds you that it was good that she looked like him so that there would always be a part of him in the living world. The familiar smile on the sleeping baby was now proof for that.

The next summer, Gyeol-Wool's first word was 'papa' and Hansol had almost chokes with happiness because he was the one who had her in his arms at the time. He looks at you with worried eyes, silently asking if you were okay with it. You laugh, saying, 'You're the father now, Sol', which tugs a smile on his face. That's when he kisses you for the first time. The feeling of his lips on yours made your heart melt to your feet.

Three summers later, Gyeol-Wool asks you why you had named her that. You sit next to her, grabbing her small hands in yours, looking into her curiosity-filled eyes. As she grew up, she started taking Mingyu's features more than yours, something you and Hansol had realized on the day she was born. The little girl was the owner of both yours and Hansol's stored love and care. 'It's because you were born in winter and it's the season when your father and I met for the first time,' you say and Gyeol-Wool smiles. You realize that you meant the 'your father' as Hansol. You still remember the day because you two were just innocent kids playing in the snow and look where life had brought you.

That autumn, you and Hansol officially get married. It was kind of expected. He knew that you were meant to end up together the first time Gyeol-Wool called him 'papa'. That moment he realized that he was going to spend the rest of his years with you and her. You almost cried out of joy when he pulled a ring out of his pocket during one of the evenings you spent in the park with Gyeol-Wool. Somewhere along the way, you had realized that you were in love with Hansol too. It was hard not to be so when he kissed you every night and took care of your daughter like his own. The wedding was everything you could have imagined because you had the people you loved the most by your side.

The next spring, you announce your pregnancy to Hansol and Gyeol-Wool with a grin on your face. Gyeol-Wool was super excited for the arrival of her sibling. Hansol was already thinking about buying a bigger house to home all of you. Your heart swells in happiness when you see Gyeol-Wool giggling with Hansol. He wasn't her real father but she was closer to him more than she was with you. That made you fall in love with Hansol all over again.

That winter, you welcome Chwe Hajoon into the family. The young boy had his father's eyes and your smile. Gyeol-Wool was the happiest, constantly squealing when her brother did something cute. Hansol holds your hand as you smile at the innocent adorableness of the siblings. You had also adopted a cat because Gyeol-Wool had always wanted one. With it's sparkly eyes, it soon won the hearts of everyone in the family, specifically Hansol who wouldn't stop carrying it.

The next spring, on Mingyu's fourth year death anniversary, you visit his grave with Hansol, Gyeol-Wool and Hajoon. Hansol had Hajoon in his arms and Gweol-Wool was stand by him when he silently mouths, 'You should go alone'. You kneel in front of his grave and speak, 'It's been a while, Mingyu. I have a son now. His name is Hajoon. He looks a lot like Hansol. Gyeol-Wool is doing great as well. She's going to be a heart-breaker when she grows up. Like father like daughter,' you laugh at your own joke before continuing, 'Hansol takes care of me like a queen. He loves me and the kids to death. Overall, I'm doing great'. 'Once upon a time, I wished it was you and me in the end but I guess things don't go the way we want them to. It was hard to move on from you but as seasons pass I realized one thing. Spring's flowers fall, summer loses its warmth, autumn says goodbye to its colours and winter's snow melts. I can't be holding on to something in the past just because I cherish it so much. As the seasons passed, I fell in love with Hansol. I'm happy now and I know that you'll be happy for me too,' you place the bouquet of roses on his grave and take a deep breath before you get up, 'Thank you for the happy memories, Mingyu. I'll always cherish them'. You take a final look at the grave and walk back to Hansol, giving him a appreciative smile. If it wasn't for him, who knows where you might have been. As you take Hajoon from Hansol, you walk back to the car, Hansol having an arm around your shoulder while Gyeol-Wool grabs your hand. After so many changes in the seasons, you were finally enjoying everything.

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Cheek - Hansol

Let's just say Hansol couldn't sleep the whole night (for some unknown reason) because currently, he's sleeping in the library for god knows how long. Did all that history stuff you taught him enter his brain?

As much as he looks too good and you want to look at his face until he wakes up, you don't because obviously, you're mad. He slept while you were teaching him history. He deserves to be thrown into a dungeon.

So, you take a marker out of your pencil case, opening the cap. The caption you have in mind makes you let out a snicker and you write it in bold letters on his cheek, without thinking twice. When you're done with your artwork, you take a picture of Hansol, reminding yourself to make it your wallpaper as soon as you go home.

He wakes up after half an hour, feeling very much rested but he doesn't really like the look on your face.

"Y/n," he starts, "I'm sorry for sleeping. I'll do extra homework if that's what takes you to forgive me." You raise an eyebrow, and Hansol gulps in fear. Where would you hide his body? Will his parents be able to find him?

"Write me a 3-paged essay of all the reasons why you slept, what you dreamt of and all about your lovely tutor. Now, you can leave or I'm snuffing the life out of you," and Hansol knows better than to stay at that place.

When Hansol goes home looking very much like a poster on the streets, his sister breaks into fits of laughter, "Bro, did you get a face tattoo without me?"

Hansol looks at her in confusion, "What are you talking about? I just escaped from Y/n. She was ready to murder me for sleeping during her tutor session."

He doesn't get what's going on so he just walks to a mirror and there it is, your 'Hansol Hates History.' He admits that it does look funny, and maybe he did deserve it for dozing off while you were teaching.

requested by : @weird-bookworm

One Word Prompt Event (For No Reason)

Masterlist

Seventeen reaction to you being shy:

Seungcheol:

I can see S.coups as being the type of boyfriend to love complimenting you, and when he realizes just how red and blushy it makes it'll make it twenty times more appealing, and he'll bask in those sweet moments when you avoid his eyes, playing awkwardly with the edges of your sleeve, feeling his heart melt a little in his chest. On the other hand, I can also see him as being very protective of you, always jumping to your rescue when he notices someone making you uncomfortable, whisking you away with a friendly smile on his face or simply grabbing your hand, squeezing your fingers gently to show you he's right beside you.

"You look beautiful, sweetheart."

Jeonghan:

Jeonghan is a merciless tease, and you don't get any privileges as his S/O in that area. Jeonghan will do anything and everything to evoke those adorable reactions of yours, pinching your cheeks, calling you his 'pumpkin', speaking to you in a baby-like voice, not stopping until you're absolutely red and can't even look him in the eye, covering your blushing face with your hands and turning away from him. Your boyfriend will coo, pulling your hands away gently and peppering your face with little butterfly kisses, apologizing and promising to stop, but the wide grin on his face gives him away, and you can't really be mad when you see him smile so beautifully.

"Come on, pumpkin, look at me~"

Joshua:

I think Josh will be torn between being absolutely endeared by your sweetness to feeling bad about making you so flustered. He'll always assure you that you can be 100 percent comfortable with him, but he won't be able to stop himself from chuckling whenever you blush bright red or trip over your words at a simple touch or a petname, and he'll reach over to pinch your cheek fondly only to apologize profusely when you turn even more awkward then before, playing with your hair and avoiding his eyes. Basically, your boyfriend is just too in love with anything you do, but at the end of the day he wants you to feel safe and confident in his company.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, you're just so cute when you're shy..."

Junhui:

Despite being one of the older members in seventeen, Jun is constantly being babied by the other members in the group, so he will love to be the babying one for a change. I can see him as the type to say so many sweet things to the point where your heart feels like it might burst, and you'll bury your head in his shoulder, hiding your lovesick grin from his all-knowing eyes. And Jun won't be any better, laughing and wrapping his arms around you, finding it absolutely adorable how shy you get, and he'll probably tell you that as well, maybe adding a little gentle teasing to help you loosen up, wanting to hear that precious laugh of yours that he loves so much.

"You're so adorable when you get shy, Y/N."

Soonyoung:

Hoshi won't take advantage of your shyness like Jeonghan but he'll find you incredibly cute despite not wanting to make you uncomfortable, and his smile will always appear whenever he sees you blushing or mumbling quietly. Hoshi is the type to make you shy without meaning it too, simply with his sweet words or affectionate gestures, and many times, his attempts to loosen you up have the opposite effect as well, and you get even more flustered by his pretty smile and gentle words of endearment, and by the way he ruffles your hair, looking at you like you hung up all the stars in the sky.

"Ah, don't get shy on me now~"

Wonwoo:

It will probably take Wonwoo I while to notice how shy you actually are, being a pretty quiet and reserved guy himself. And he isn't really the type to say cheesy things or be too touchy outdoors so it'll take some time for him to actually make you flustered, probably during one of these moments late at night or when he's just woken up and he's still in that dreamy state of mind, and he'll just grab you and kiss your neck and whisper how amazing you are and how much he loves you, and then he'll look up to see your face tomato red and your shy smile barely peeking out as you bite you lips. It'll probably make him shy as well, and he won't be able to look in your eye, but he won't really mind because you look so cute and it makes him smile as well.

"God, I love you."

Woozi:

Woozi isn't really the romantic type as well, choosing to show his love through actions rather than words or PDA. So when he does say something sweet or cheesy, he'll probably be just as much of a mess as you, the two of you fiddling with your hands and biting back smiles after he admits he loves you. It might take a few minutes for the two of you to go back to normal again, and Woozi will give you as much space as you need, apologizing despite knowing how much you like it. He'll also be a bit protective of you, and when others will put you in the spotlight he will be quick to change the subject, putting an arm around your waist as if to shield you from everyone.

"I know I don't say this a lot, but... I don't know what I'd do without you."

Dokyeom:

Dokyeom loves it so much lol he's living the dream. This guy is a sunshine, and he's so loving that it'll be impossible for you not to blush around him, with his constant need to touch, always pressing kisses to the apples of your cheeks and playing with your fingers, and his many terms of endearment, ranging from 'baby' to 'the light of my life'. Whenever you get shy, DK will smile that beautiful grin of his, his eyes turning into little crescents, and he won't be able to stop giggling, poking at your cheeks when you try to hide from him. He'll also apologize between his bursts of laughter, assuring you that it's fine to be shy and that he loves it, and he really does, constantly showing off his 'shy cutie'.

"It's alright to get shy, it makes you even more adorable."

Mingyu:

Mingyu is well known for his duality, so he can be either a confident piece of shit or he can be a complete puppy just preening over you as if he just got his favorite treat. Sometimes he'll tease you, making dumb jokes and winking greasily, but it's just to make you laugh and to see the red on your neck spreading even further. And sometimes he'll just smile, looking at you with these lovesick eyes and just basking in your cuteness, which makes you even more flustered. When you'll push him away, whining, he'll grab your fingers and pull you back into his arms, burying his face in your neck and whining right back at you, wondering how a human being be so adorable.

"Ah, Y/N, why are you so adorable?"

Minghao:

Minghao won't really think too much about what he's saying or doing, feeling completely comfortable next to you, so he constantly surprises you by pressing random kisses to your cheek or by telling you how pretty you are, not even noticing what he's doing until he sees the blush sitting high on your cheeks and how quiet you've become. Then he'll smile, not too wide so he won't make you uncomfortable, and apologize while keeping that loving, amused smile on his face. Even if he looks rather composed on the outside, he'll be trying his hardest not to blush as well, his stomach filled with butterflies as the sight of your addicting cuteness.

"I'm sorry, jagi. I didn't mean to fluster you."

Seungkwan:

I feel like Boo thinks you're the cutest human to ever grace the land of this planet on a regular day, so when you become all red and stuttering his heart might as well leap out of his chest. Seungkwan's constant battle will be between comforting and calming you to hugging you and never letting go, and he usually ends up doing both. But I also think your boyfriend will work really hard to make you comfortable with him, always reminding you that you never need to feel embarrassed when you're with him, but also reassuring you that he loves you exactly that way you are, your shyness and awkwardness being part of your irresistible charm.

"You don't have to be shy with me, yeobo."

Vernon:

Honestly, you'll probably be the one making Vernon shy and awkward most of the time. This baby isn't really good with words and feelings and he'll find himself more often than not stuttering and stumbling when he tries to think of ways to tell you just how beautiful and precious you are. On the rare times Vernon will be teasing and cheeky he'll crack the second he sees your red cheeks and wide eyes, erupting into his adorable laughter and joining your blush fest. He'll probably apologize as well, avoiding your eyes to not make the situation more uncomfortable as he covers his mouth with his hands, occasionally sneaking a glance and looking away immediately because you're just too cute to ignore.

"Sorry, I just made this awkward, didn't I?"

Chan:

I feel like at the start Dino will be too shy to tell you all the sweet things in his head, fanboying over you on the inside and acting cool on the outside, but eventually he'll become more comfortable and he'll just say whatever is on his mind, often telling how cute and pretty you are. At these times you'll turn into a blushing mess, and your boyfriend won't be able to stop the wide smile spreading on his face, laughing uncontrollably at the sight of your cuteness, so much he actually starts blushing as well. When you push him away, whining at him to stop, he'll simply hug you, explaining that he wasn't laughing at you, he was just endeared by your adorableness, making you even more shy and flustered.

"I can't help laughing when you're so cute!"