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Vanilla [M] Pairing: Joshua Hong x Fem!Reader Tags: 11.2k words, Friends to Lovers, Smut, 18+ Summary: Joshua has a secret but perhaps it’s not really a secret at all. Maybe you’ve just refused to see it in an effort to keep your feelings at bay.

Warnings: explicit sexual content 18+, minors dni!, bdsm practices, rules & safe words established, mean-dom!josh, newbie-sub/brat!reader, unprotected sex, oral, fingering, choking, manhandling, hair pulling, biting, spitting, breast/nipple play, pussy/breast slapping, manhandling, deep-throating, face-fucking, cum eating, finger sucking, handcuffing, restraints, vibrators, temperature play, rough spanking w/ mentions about markings/bruising, demoralizing dirty talk, coarse language, multiple orgasms, over-stimulation, safe wording!, casual alcohol consumption at dinner, minor possessive!josh, some pet names, moderate sir kink, inappropriate son-in-law behavior while on the phone w/ mom, aftercare, feelings. 

To be fair…he had given you ample warning. It was entirely your fault that you hadn’t believed him when he told you you’d regret your words. 

You grew up with Joshua, knew him inside and out, like a book you’d read a million times and yet somehow, you had entirely skipped the chapter detailing his sexual proclivities every time. It had been tucked away between your first hand experience that Joshua was essentially an angel in everyone’s eyes your entire lives, including your own. 

He was in the top percent in every grade, a student athlete, a member of the church choir, he volunteered with his family every weekend, graduated from an Ivy League university, and then landed a high-paying job at a huge company. He was attractive, warm, kind, funny, responsible, polite, so on and so forth.

He was the type of boy every mom, including your own, wished for her daughter to someday marry and yet seemingly none of that made a difference now. 

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Distraction

pairing: boyfriend!vernon x fem!reader

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

words: 1.6k

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

requested: yessir!

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

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

A pan clattered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So much for not startling him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not that you were going to tell him that.

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

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

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

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

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

Obviously, he was fine now.

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

“How did you—I don’t under—ugh.”

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

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

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

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

“Distracting you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You think you won?” You asked quietly.

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

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

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

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late night make out sessions with Vernon in his car

“you taste so good,” vernon breathes, his eyelashes fluttering as he fights to keep his eyes open.

you’re in the backseat of his car, with your legs sprawled across his lap as you make out. he tastes like peppermint chapstick and your lipgloss is smeared all over his pretty mouth.

“wanna know what would taste even better?” you ask, tugging at the collar of his shirt playfully.

vernon whimpers, lowering his head into the crook of your neck.

“baby,” he protests weakly as you bring his hand between your thighs. “we can’t.”

“why not?”

“someone could see…”

“if you’re going to go down on me i’ll be the only one naked— they probably won’t even see you back here.”

“that’s exactly what i’m worried about,” vernon grumbles.

you chuckle, shifting your position on his lap. “you’re cute. and hard.”

“you’re suggesting i eat you out, what did you expect?”

you really should’ve known how your silly comment would affect him. vernon is all but obsessed with your pussy, especially when he’s got his face buried in it.

“fine, i guess i can wait until we get home,” you tease, pulling him in for another kiss. but vernon is already pushing you off of him and scrambling into the driver’s seat. “what are you doing?!”

he’s barely got his seatbelt on before he’s got the car in reverse, throwing you a look over his shoulder like the answer should’ve been obvious. “taking us home, duh.”

Hit : Vernon

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

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

Prologue : Then 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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it’s all fun and games

summary: reader thinks it’s fun to troll her buddy, mingyu, for being all big and strong. and it is! except at some point it turns out maybe she’s not just teasing and they’re both into it (and each other)

pairing: mingyu x female reader 

word count: ~8.6k (dear god, they keep getting longer and whyyyyy???)

genre: smut, kinda fluffy at times, humor, friends to lovers

contains: adult content (18+), unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f. receiving), manual stimulation (m. and f. receiving), size kink, strength kink, dirty talk and coarse language, jealousy, possessiveness, teasing/trolling, petnames

shoutout to @hotgirlmingyu for looking this over for me when i was having a bit of an asdgasdhgjafs, does this suck??? moment.

Mingyu was a big guy. 

He just was, in the sense that most people looked and would be considered small in comparison to him. He was tall and broad-shouldered with biceps that broadcasted his strength and pecs that, unless he was wearing an actual coat or any sort of puffy, ill-fitting top were impossible to miss. You hadn’t seen his abs, but you would guess that his torso was as fit as the rest of him. 

All of which was to say that it wasn’t news that he was either large or strong. For the most part, though, it had become a sort of…background noise. Like, the sky was blue, fire was hot,  water was wet, and Mingyu was big. When you’d first met, sure, it had maybe made you a little weak-kneed because you felt honest-to-God tiny and delicate next to him. And okay, yeah, he was also obviously a very good-looking man. You had eyes. 

You and he had slipped into a friendship, though, and so the crush (in your own thoughts, you could admit it) sort of faded away in favor of an easy back and forth, playful friendship. Which was probably why you felt so comfortable teasing him after it happened. 

It, in this case, being you catching him flexing and essentially puffing out his chest – preening, really – for the barista at the coffee shop where you were meant to be meeting him. You stayed back for several moments, just watching him show off and grin at the reaction of the poor barista who was visibly flustered, shaking your head and trying not to laugh at his antics. Eventually, though, you a) wanted coffee and b) couldn’t resist the urge to give him a hard time. 

Smiling widely, you walked up behind Mingyu, sliding your arm through his and letting your hand wrap around his bicep, cooing up at him. “You’re so strong, baby.” You ignored the choked noise he made in favor of turning your attention to the barista and lowering your voice as if to commiserate. “Is he giving you a hard time? I’m so sorry. He’s hot and he knows it.”

The barista laughed and assured you that he wasn’t and that it was okay, smiling shyly at you as she gently slid the two drinks across the counter toward you and Mingyu. 

You thanked her and passed Mingyu his before grabbing your own, then finding yourself being dragged away by the arm still – oops! – linked through his. Carefully holding the coffee in your other hand because you did not want to wear it, you pursed your lips and pulled your arm from his as soon as the two of you were outside and there was the space to separate. 

“Gyu, geeze,” you half-grumbled, half-laughed.

“Don’t ‘Gyu, geeze,’ me,” came his response as he moved to stand in front of you and looked down at you, his expression somewhere between amused and confused. “What was that?”

Lips pressed to the lid of your coffee, you hummed as you took a sip and gave him your most innocent, wide-eyed, fluttering lashes look. “Hmm?”

He scoffed, but the twitch of his lips belied his good humor. “Oh, are we doing that now?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure, baby,” he crooned, grinning when your response was to start coughing, glaring up at him, and smacking your own chest. “You okay there?”

You held your hand up in the universal shush symbol until you were able to recover from the whole being-provoked-into-inhaling-your-coffee thing. Once you had control over yourself again, you were able to speak. “Maybe wait until I’m not in the middle of swallowing next time?”

Mingyu smirked. 

It took you a moment but then you rolled your eyes and bit back a smile. “I seriously can’t take you anywhere. Rein it in,” you said, giving his chest a soft push and gesturing behind him with your chin, reminding him that you were meant to be walking. “It’s too early for innuendo and we’re going to be late.”

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A couple of days later, you ran into Mingyu at the gym. 

You must have missed each other when you initially came in and headed straight for the group HIIT class, but the sound of your name being called across the room as you exited the smaller group room into the main area was unmistakable. Your head turned toward the voice and your lips curved into a smile when you recognized him, seeing a matching smile on his face and Seungcheol standing next to him, hand raised in greeting. 

Of course you moved to join them at the weight bench and, as you and Seungcheol settled into a conversation, Mingyu went right back into lifting. Every so often, his grunts would tear your attention away from Seungcheol and you’d find yourself glancing over at him. 

Clearly he had been there a while, given the way his body was basically glistening with sweat, his hair wet and sticking to his temples. Despite yourself, your gaze caught on and watched a drop of sweat sliding down his neck, disappearing into his shirt. Which really just brought to your attention to the fact that the shirt was sleeveless, your eyes focusing on the flex and release of his muscles as he pressed the weights over his head. 

Jesus, he was distracting. 

Seungcheol cleared his throat and you turned back to him, forcing a neutral expression onto your face. “Don’t even say it.”

His lips quirked at the corners and he raised both hands. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Your eyes say so much that the words aren’t even necessary.” 

“I can’t control my eyes. You should be able to empathize with that, shouldn’t you?” There was just enough emphasis in his words and just enough knowing in his gaze to make you shift from foot to foot. 

“I –”

“What are you guys even talking about?” Mingyu asked, placing the bar on the rests and turning on the bench to face you and Seungcheol, his brows pulled together. 

“She was just –” 

“We were just talking about how big your arms are,” you cut Seungcheol off, moving to stand in front of Mingyu and widening your eyes exaggeratedly. When in doubt, apparently your new MO was to go for over-the-top and excessive – so much so that there was no way he or anyone else could take it seriously. You purposefully let your gaze sweep over the length of his biceps and forearms, then drifted to his chest. “And your pecs. God, Gyu.” 

Seungcheol snorted – he actually snorted – behind you. 

Mingyu, though, looked back and forth between you and Seungcheol, like he wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or to be suspicious. “T-Thanks. I, uh, I work hard,” he said, running a hand through his hair, and he might actually have been blushing. 

Which was the most adorable thing you’d ever seen, honestly.

You grinned and reached forward to squeeze his shoulder. “I can tell, baby,” you cooed down at him. “I bet you could even bench press me.” You continued the tease, then let go and stepped back. If you felt butterflies in your belly at the sight of Mingyu’s mouth dropping open and the heat that flashed in his eyes in response or the brief mental image you got of him doing exactly that… you would take that with you to the grave. 

Giving yourself a mental shake, you glanced over at Seungcheol then back at Mingyu. “Well! I’ve gotta run, but I’ll see you two around, okay?”

“Wait –” Mingyu started, rising from the bench and taking a step toward you. 

Seungcheol just looked amused and you fucking knew he was going to call you later with questions. “See you.”

“Bye!” You called out, already walking toward the exit. You had to get out of there before you thought too long or hard about why Mingyu’s response to the teasing affected you the way it did.

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The expected phone call with Seungcheol went something like this:

“So, you’ve got a thing for Mingyu, huh?”

“I absolutely do not have a - a thing for Mingyu.” 

Seungcheol chuckled and you could practically hear his smirk across the line. “You wanna try that again, maybe without the stuttering? I might actually believe you then.”

You flushed and gritted your teeth, grateful he couldn’t see the pink in your cheeks. “I do not have a thing for Mingyu. I have a thing for fucking with Mingyu.”

“Eye-fucking him, maybe,” Seungcheol countered, voice filled with mirth, absolutely at your expense. 

“Okay, first of all, I am a woman who is attracted to men and I have eyes. If you were the one in the sleeveless top, sweating and grunting in exertion, lifting God only knows how many pounds, I would’ve been looking at you, too,” you argued, definitely not defensive. Nope. 

Not at all. 

“You’ve seen me doing exactly that many, many times, and I don’t recall you ever looking at me like you wanted to –”

“Stop! Right there,” you protested in a rush. “Mingyu and I are friends.”

His sigh was loud and his tone was clearly exasperated when he replied. “If you say so.”

“I do say so.”

“Okay.”

“Okay. Fine. Glad we sorted that out.”

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The next time you saw Mingyu was at a picnic for your whole friend group. You knew he was already there when you pulled into the parking lot, so you texted him for help bringing the drinks and food you’d brought from your car to the spot everyone had set up at. 

You were leaning into your open trunk, switching things from bag to bag in order to consolidate and make for the fewest trips, when he came up behind you and grabbed your hips, leaning over you and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Whatcha doing?”

Nearly jumping – and you would have if his body wasn’t basically covering yours and his hands weren’t holding your body in place – you let out a startled gasp, heart hammering in your chest before you realized it was him. “What –”

“Easy there,” you heard him say softly into your ear before the hands on your hips squeezed gently, “It’s just me.”  Mingyu then released you and drew back, coming to rest on the bumper of your car, looking wholly pleased with himself. 

“Mingyu, I swear to God – Just for that, you get to carry the heavy stuff!” You gave yourself several moments for your heart to stop racing and for the blood to stop rushing through your head, body still trying to work its way past the initial startle. Deliberately not allowing yourself to think about anything else – namely, the way your body had reacted to that squeeze of your hips with him pressed up behind you. 

That was just biology, anyway. 

Or something like that. 

Mingyu laughed and his smile widened. “Worth it.” 

You crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes at him, trying not to let your lips twich and betray your own enjoyment. His good humor was contagious, but there was a point to be made here!

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry!” As he stood back up, he held his hands out. “Load me up.”

Your smile was wicked when you hefted the cooler full of beverages into his arms, then plopped several bags down on top of it. “That’s not too much for you, is it?” you asked as sweetly as could be. “Not too heavy?” You grabbed the one remaining bag, that one carrying bags of chips and clearly the lightest of the bunch, and pulled the trunk closed. 

He shook his head and lifted the cooler higher, not looking like he was exerting himself too much, but you did feel a little bad. 

“Are you sure? Because I was just messing with you and I really can –”

“No,” he said with another shake of his head and turning away when you reached out to grab for one or more of the bags. “I’ve got it, I promise. You brought it here, the least I can do is carry it.”

And he really did. 

When you got to the area where everyone else was and Mingyu placed the cooler on the ground, you came up behind him, rested your palm against his shoulder blade, and couldn’t help yourself. You said, “Thank you, baby. I don’t know how I would’ve carried all of that without you. You’re just so much stronger than me,” then dropped the bag of chips onto the picnic table and walked over to greet the others, leaving him to stare after you and not looking back to see the mix of emotions play across his face.

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After that, it just became a habit for you to point out how big he was, how strong whenever the opportunity presented itself, sometimes on purpose and sometimes just because – now that you had started actively noticing again, you noticed. 

Like the time a couple of the guys and you, including Mingyu, had got caught in the rain after lunch at a restaurant near your place. Since your apartment was closer and nobody had any pressing plans, you decided to just run there and hide out until the rain let up. You changed into a set of dry clothes and handed the guys dry shirts – you couldn’t do much about their pants, but you definitely had some oversized shirts lying around. In your defense, it wasn’t as though you intentionally gave him a shirt that his torso stretched so much that it was a miracle it didn’t tear. It was just the biggest shirt you had and, breasts or not, they were no match for his broad shoulders. 

“Oh,” you’d said a little breathlessly as you watched him try to squeeze into it and fought to pull it down to cover his upper body. “I, uh, fuck. You’re big.” The damned shirt left his belly bared and lord have mercy, but you couldn’t look away from his abs. They really were as fit as the rest of him. 

You watched as a shiver seemed to run through him and heard his breathing pick up pace, which was enough to shake you out of your stupor and into action. “Shit, you’re still cold, right? Hold on. I think I ended up with one of my ex’s hoodies after the break-up!” 

You’d managed to grab said hoodie from your closet and toss it at him before escaping into the living room where the rest of the guys were watching some action movie. 

A mischievous voice in the back of your head was the reason for the lion’s share of the instances, though. 

Including the time you decided you wanted to rearrange your living room on a random Saturday morning. The two of you were standing in your living room and you purposefully bit at your lower lip, giving him your best doe eyes and asked him so nicely, “Gyu? Can you help me move my couch? It’s just so heavy and it’s way too big for me to move, but I know how strong you are and I just – can you?”

He had squeezed his eyes shut and you watched the rise and fall of his shoulders as he appeared to take a very deep breath before opening his eyes and smiling kindly over at you. “Sure! Where do you want it?”

Oof. There was a question your brain chose to interpret in the absolutely wrong way. Were you teasing him with this or were you torturing yourself? Probably both, but fuck if you could stop. 

“Uh, over – over there, please.”

“There?” he asked, gesturing, and you nodded. He took a step toward the couch, looking back at you over his shoulder and you could have sworn his gaze flickered down to your lips. “Okay, baby. If that’s where you want it, that’s where you’ll get it.”

You really hoped he didn't see – or hear – your reaction to the endearment or the ease with which he moved the heavy couch across the floor. The way your breath hitched in your throat or the way you chewed at your lower lip, traitorous body clenching around nothing. And you couldn’t exactly complain because a) you’d started it, b) you actually really didn’t want him to stop. 

Which was absolutely something you needed to unpack later. 

Time to brazen it out again, apparently. You walked up to Mingyu and hugged him from the back as he settled the couch into its new location. “Thank you,” you said breezily, forced though the nonchalance may be. “You’re my own, personal Superman.”

The doorbell signaled the arrival of your other friends, pulling your attention (and arms) from Mingyu as you went to answer the door. 

Some small part of you was aware you may be playing with fire, but the larger part of you almost wanted to get burned. 

Not that you would, of course. Because you two really were just friends.

You were. 

And so it continued. 

You needed something from a tall shelf? You asked him to get it for you and gushed over him when he handed it to you. 

You were playing a game of soccer in the park and he kicked the ball completely normally hard? You laid the praise on thick for the power in his legs. 

It didn’t matter how innocuous whatever the action was or the looks everyone else gave the both of you. You, for the clearly over-the-top emphasis on Mingyu’s size and strength. Mingyu for the way he would either blush or lean into it, asking if you needed anything else – anything at all – kicking the ball harder the next time, grabbing more bags on his next trip, adding more weight to his sets. 

You just kept poking and he kept rolling with it, the two of you falling into a new sort of routine.

The most recent instance of which being when your heel broke as Mingyu was walking you home. He’d met you for a quick coffee and snack on your way home from work. You certainly didn’t plan for the heel on your shoe to break six blocks from your apartment, or for Mingyu to sweep you up in his arms, one tucked beneath your knees and the other resting against your back. 

In all honesty, the universe should get some credit for that one. 

His name came out on a shriek as you found yourself airborne, your arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders to prevent yourself from falling on your ass. “Mingyu!” You looked at him then down at the ground. If he dropped you from this height, it would definitely hurt. Tightening your hold around his broad shoulders, you lifted your gaze from the cement passing beneath you to his gaze.

“So this is what the world looks like from up here,” you said with a puff of laughter, a smile curving your lips as you watched him try to bite back his own smile. “I can walk, though, you know? It’s not the first time I’ve done the broken-heel hobble.” 

“I know you can, but you’re not going to.” He shook his head as you opened your mouth to protest. “You don’t have to. I’m here. Let me help you, yeah?”

You sucked your lower lip into your mouth, the action unconscious, but the playfulness in your voice was not. “You just wanna show off.”

His grin was instant and more than a little mischievous. “What am I showing off?”

Pfft. Now he was just fishing for compliments. But it was part of your game so you were, er, game. 

You loosened your death grip around his shoulders just enough that you could brush a hand across the width of his back and give one of said shoulders a squeeze. “These. The strength in them. How it doesn’t even phase you to pick me up and bridal carry me half a mile because you’re my big, strong hero.”

Mingyu’s hold on you tightened and his focus definitely dropped to your lips before he quickly turned his head forward to watch where he was going. “So you’re saying I have a hero complex?”

“Hah,” you playfully scoffed. “That and you have a strength kink so you just love it when people notice.”

Mingyu stopped in his tracks, turning his head and giving you an incredulous look. “I have a strength kink? Sweetheart,” he crooned, “I think maybe you need to look in the mirror before you start casting stones.” He called you ‘sweetheart’ and he fucking crooned, at which you felt the pink spreading across your cheeks and a wave of heat rush through you. 

You cleared your throat. “Maybe I do,” you said, injecting the words with as much casualness as you could. “And maybe I don’t. Maybe I just like the way you react when I point it out.”

The fingers curled around your knee squeezed, and you felt his very real strength in a different way. When his eyes darkened right then and there, your mouth went dry. 

“You’re late,” came a wry voice from somewhere behind you, breaking the impromptu staring contest you and Mingyu had entered into. When you looked over your shoulder and saw Seungcheol standing at the main door to your building, your eyes widened. 

“Cheol! I’m so sorry. My shoe broke on the way back and it took us a little longer,” you explained, smiling sheepishly. “Forgive me?”

“I can see that,” he replied, voice full of humor as he looked from you to Mingyu, “and of course I’ll forgive you. I’ve got her from here, man. You can head out.”

“No.”

“What?” you and Seungcheol asked in unison. Seungcheol had a brow arched at your other friend and you were looking at Mingyu like he’d grown another head. 

Mingyu didn’t look away from the other man when he elaborated. “I’ve carried her this far; I can carry her the rest of the way. Can you get the door?” he asked Seungcheol.

Seungcheol gave a shrug and did just that, catching your eye as Mingyu carried you past him through the doorway, the gleam in his eyes giving away his curiosity and ongoing amusement. He definitely wasn’t going to let you off the hook on this one.

When you got to your apartment, Seungcheol entered first and made his way directly to the couch in the living room, leaving you and Mingyu in the entryway. You tapped Mingyu’s shoulder and tried to extract yourself from his hold. “Okay, Hercules,” you teased. “You can put me down now. The damsel has safely made it all the way home.”

Not letting you down immediately, he instead shifted you in his arms so that you were sliding down the front of his body, toes just brushing the floor beneath you but not lowering you fully to your feet. You looked up at him curiously, trying to stretch your legs enough so you could actually stand, but were unsuccessful. “Mingyu?” 

He had a hand on your hip and the other arm was wrapped around the middle of your back, holding you pressed against him, when his gaze found yours, expression unreadable. “Why’s Cheol here?”

What?

“We’re studying. Well, he is. He has a paper and I promised him I would help with editing it,” you answered, surprising yourself with how soft and almost breathless your voice was. But God, it was one thing to see him in those tank tops and sleeveless tops or shirts that fit just right, and it was something else entirely to feel every one of those muscles against the entire length of your body. While he just held you there, not appearing to be exerting himself much if at all. Despite yourself, your arms slid back around his shoulders and you found yourself clutching at the back collar of his shirt. 

Mingyu’s lips curved into a smile and his expression shifted into something you could read: pleased. “Is that all?” 

“‘Is that all?’ Um, of course it is? What else would it be, you weirdo?” His question was enough to shake you out of your – very brief, thank you – moment of distraction caused by his ridiculous upper body and how damned tall he was that he could hold you there, still towering over you while your feet didn’t reach the floor. “Seriously, I’m home and I can stand. Let me down so I can go help Cheol and we can maybe finish in time for me to get some sleep tonight.”

“If you have to ask, then I’m not worried.” You felt your feet touch the ground and Mingyu’s hold release so that you were bearing your own weight again. If anything, he looked even more pleased with himself as he slid his arms from around you, but didn’t move away. 

Worried? You were going to ask him what that was supposed to mean but Seungcheol chose that moment to shout from the other room, “Are you two done flirting yet?”

You were going to kill him. 

“We’re not flirting, you brat!” You shouted back, pinching the bridge of your nose, hoping it was dark enough in the entryway that Mingyu somehow miraculously didn’t see the blush that crept over your face. Which was also really annoying because why the fuck were you even blushing? 

Mingyu grinned at you then leaned down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “Aren’t we?” he asked, earning a wide-eyed look from you, before turning to leave. 

He left and you stood there for several moments trying to process those two words. Were you flirting? 

As expected, Seungcheol had his laptop open when you walked into the living room, but he wasn’t looking at it. Instead, he was smirking knowingly over at you, and you had to fight the urge to squirm under that gaze. 

Deciding that discretion really was the better part of valor and, maybe if you ignored him, he would let it go, you grabbed his computer and pulled it into your lap, eyes scanning the document. You lasted for all of thirty seconds before you broke. 

“Okay, what?” you asked, finally turning your head to look at him and finding him staring at you. 

“Are we not talking about that territorial display downstairs?”

“Terri– What territorial display?”

He laughed. “Please tell me you’re not that oblivious and are just faking it because you’re trying to get me to shut up.”

Given that you were still trying to process whether or not you and Mingyu had been flirting, you were so not ready to consider whether he had been acting territorial and definitely not to talk about it with someone else, not even Seungcheol. Maybe especially Seungcheol, given the two men were close. 

“Why ask a question when you already know the answer? Just go get me some water, please. And maybe some ibuprofen. I can feel the migraine coming on.”

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Two days later, you had been able to do enough self-reflection to admit that okay, yes. You might have been flirting with Mingyu and maybe you sort of weren’t quite as over that crush as you previously believed. Or maybe you had been, but if that were true at some point, it probably wasn’t anymore. Some part of you got a thrill out of calling Mingyu, “baby,” and putting your hands on him. 

On the way he had blushed sometimes at first but how, more and more recently, he would touch you back and call you, “baby.” How he didn’t even hesitate to just pick you up and carry you across town for anyone to see. 

And fine, all right, it was possible that you’d woken up this morning from a dream about him whispering the endearment into your ear while he thrust himself into you, while your nails raked down his back and you panted his name, begging him not to stop. 

Fine. 

That didn’t mean you had to act on it, though, because This, too, shall pass and all that. You could flirt with your friend without it meaning anything.

As soon as you walked into the house party and your eyes spotted Mingyu laughing down at something some random woman you’d never seen before was saying, and the way she swatted at his bicep, though, you knew you were well and truly fucked. Neither of them were doing anything even remotely wrong and yet the hurt, the anger, the goddamn jealousy you felt burned through you and were mortifying. You were not going to claw some innocent woman’s eyes out for being rightfully attracted to Mingyu, who was your friend.

Just your friend.

Forcing yourself to tear your gaze away from the two unsuspecting victims of your eye daggers, you made a beeline for the kitchen and thus the alcohol. Wholly focused on not focusing on Mingyu, you missed the way his gaze followed you, brows drawn together.

Nor did you see his sharp eyes catch sight of Seungcheol entering after you, or the way those eyes narrowed in response. 

Instead, you grabbed a beer from the fridge and struggled to twist the cap off when your friend found you. Seungcheol rested his back against the counter next to you and watched you fight to twist the top off of a not a twist-off bottle, lips twitching. “Rough day, cupcake?”

“You,” you said in a voice that was half frustrated whine and half accusatory. 

“What about me?”

“You did this!” You grunted, pouting at the bottle in your hand and trying even harder to twist the damned lid off, glaring at the bottle when it didn’t budge. “I was totally fine – happy, even – living in, I don’t know, denial? Ignorant bliss?”

Seungcheol’s gaze drifted behind you, toward the entrance to the kitchen, and he looked like he was going to speak, but you cut him off. “But no, you just had to bring up me having a thing for Mingyu and flirting and ‘territorial displays’ and oh my God, Cheol! I have a thing for Mingyu. I so have a thing for Mingyu. And he’s out there – I mean, of course he’s out there flirting with a woman, okay, because we’re just friends, but fuck my fucking life.” 

Taking in a deep breath because, after that ramble, you needed it, you finally turned your attention away from the still-unopened beer and back to him. You took in the arched eyebrow and the quirk of his lips, and the way his focus was still behind you and over your head. 

“What are you even looking a–” you started, turning your head to figure out what was so captivating, and nearly dropped the bottle in your hand when you saw Mingyu standing not three feet away. “Oh hell.”

“I’ll take that as my cue.” Seungcheol gave your shoulder a pat as he walked by you, sharing a look with Mingyu that you couldn’t see – only the nod Mingyu gave before returning his full focus to you. 

Once Seungcheol was gone, you gave Mingyu your best impression of a definitely-not-embarrassed smile and forced out a cheery, “Hi!”

“Hi,” he said back, closing the distance between you two, hand reaching out to grab your hip gently to stop you when you started to take a step backwards. 

“How – uh, how much of that did you hear, exactly?” 

Mingyu’s lips curled into a smile and the hand on your hip squeezed, his thumb then brushing against your hip bone and causing you a shiver to make its way down your traitorous spine. “I walked up somewhere around ‘territorial displays.’ Which is kind of ironic, actually, because I was on my way in here to put on another one. Still might.” 

You groaned. “Oh God. You heard it all then.” The rest of his words registered and you let out a soft, confused laugh. “Wait, what? For whom, exactly?” You looked around the kitchen, mostly empty at the moment, save the two of you and a couple kissing in the opposite corner, clearly wrapped up in themselves. 

“You mean when I walked in or now?” Mingyu drew you closer to him, his other hand coming up to brush your hair back, his voice a quiet rumble. “I know you guys are friends, too, but every time I turn around, you and Cheol are together.” 

As he entered your space, your hands moved to rest against his chest and you swallowed hard. At the strength beneath your touch – not teasing now – and his closeness. The way he blocked everything from your view except him because he was so goddamn big. 

Which was how this whole thing started.

“I’ve been trying to tell myself that he’s not the one you can’t seem to stop touching,” Mingyu admitted, gaze dropping down to watch your hands, unconsciously stroking over his chest, sliding down his torso and causing his abdominal muscles to flex beneath your touch. Then he looked back up at you. “The one you keep calling, ‘baby.’”

Christ, you could feel the burn in your cheeks and you weren’t sure how much of that was from embarrassment at being called out or how much it was a result of feeling him flex under your fingertips and look down at you with a burning intensity in his eyes. You bit back a gasp when he dropped his head toward yours and you felt his breath against your face. 

“He’s not. I only do that with you, Gyu. You know that, don’t you?” 

He hummed, the hand at your face shifting to cradle the back of your head and tilt it further back. He leaned in closer and let his lips hover over yours. “I do now,” he spoke softly, closing the distance between your lips and brushing his against yours. “And I wasn’t flirting with her, just so that’s clear. Only wanna flirt with you.”

You sucked in a sharp breath then, your hands clutching at his hips. Unable to stop yourself, you rose up on your toes and pressed your lips into his in a soft kiss. 

Mingyu’s fingers tightened in your hair and he deepened that kiss, his tongue sweeping out to taste your lips, teeth capturing and gently nipping at your lower lip, tearing a soft whimper from you, which pulled a groan from him and had both of his hands slipping down to your waist, sliding down and around to cup your ass, dragging your hips into his. 

Lifting your arms up, you wound them around his shoulders and pressed closer, a thrill shooting through you, centering in your core, at the drop in pitch of his voice when his hands moved from your ass to the back of your thighs and he lifted you up his body, your legs automatically encircling his waist. “You want that? Want to be the only one I flirt with?”

You nodded, letting your forehead rest against his and trying your best to focus on answering him rather than rubbing yourself against him like a damned cat. “Mhm. Unless you want me to go flirt with someone else? I guess I could see what Cheol’s up to….” You wouldn’t, but the urge to push Mingyu’s buttons clearly hadn’t gone away.

His voice was a growl when he spoke and he brought a hand up to fist in your hair, grip tight enough for you to really feel the pull. Which you did. In a straight line from his hold to your cunt, which clenched in response, liquid desire starting to pool. “Not gonna fucking happen, baby.”

Your thighs squeezed his sides at that, and you let out an embarrassingly needy sound. God, why was it so hot to rile him up and hear him say shit like that? “No? Why – Why’s that, baby?”

The smile he gave you then was cocky, his dark eyes smoldering, knowing. “Guess you want that territorial display, huh? I’ve got you, sweetheart, and I’ll put on a little show just for you,” he promised. 

Did you want that?

Mingyu carried you out of the kitchen, just like that – legs and arms wrapped around him, very clearly staking his claim in front of anyone and everyone who happened to notice him walking you to his bedroom and shutting the door behind the two of you. Your gaze flickered behind him along the way, catching sight of the amusement on some friends’ faces, surprise on others’, and – you narrowed your eyes as you watched Hoshi pass cash to Jeonghan. You were totally going to kick both of their asses later.

You found yourself pressed up against the door as Mingyu closed it behind you, his big, broad form flush to you and holding you there. His hips giving a thrust into you and the friction where you’d needed it pulling a whimper from between your lips. You cursed, squirming against him, legs around him dragging him even closer, moaning his name at the hard length he rolled against your clothed cunt. “S-Shit, you’re big everywhere.” 

He let out a breathy laugh then and your insides went a bit melty at the slight flush you saw spread across his cheeks. “I could make a Red Riding Hood comment here, but I’m trying really hard not to.”

“...the better to fuck me with?” 

Mingyu’s eyes squeezed shut and his hips bucked into you before he turned you from the door and carried you over to his desk, dropping you down onto it and stepping back between your legs. His hands landed on your knees, slowly sliding up your thighs. “You gonna let me?” he asked, his voice thick with need, as he reached the apex of your thighs and he slipped a hand between them, fingers pressing along the seam of your jeans, mouth dropping open at the heat and the moisture he felt there. 

“God,” you gasped, jerking into his touch, your own hands coming to rest on his biceps and squeeze. “If you don’t, I’m gonna need the room, I –” you moaned when his fingers managed to roll the thick fabric against your clit, when his breath hitched and he groaned your name. 

“If I don’t fuck you, you’re gonna fuck yourself on my bed?”

Your nails dug into the backs of his biceps and you felt another wave of arousal drip out of you, soaking the denim beneath his fingertips. You nodded. “Make it nice and messy, too. So you can’t lie down there without thinking about me with my f-fingers inside myself. Without wishing it had been you inside me instead.”

The hand not between your thighs grabbed the nape of your neck, tilting your head back, and Mingyu stared down at you with naked hunger. “Who says I don’t already think about that when I’m lying there, hm?”

“You – fuck, please.” You let your head fall further back, but your hands moved to the hem of his shirt, pushing it up, palms pressed against the bare skin of his abdomen. Fingers tracing the lines of muscle there, following them up his torso. 

Mingyu drew back to pull his shirt up and over his head, tossing it behind him before he was back in your space, helping you get your own shirt off before returning to your space and covering your lips with his, his tongue sweeping between your lips and tangling with yours. Captured your little gasps and whimpers into his mouth as he unfastened your jeans and dragged them down over your ass, turning his attention to placing kisses and licks against your neck, voice a low rumble when you lifted your hips for him. “Mm, such a good girl for me. So helpful.”

You braced your weight with your hands, pressed flat to the desk on either side of your hips, nodding. “I can be a really good girl.” As if to demonstrate your point, you gladly kicked the denim away once it reached your ankles. “Especially if I’m properly motiva–” you broke off with a yelp when Mingyu fell to his knees in front of you and pulled your hips forward, lifted your knees onto his shoulders, and started nipping and kissing his way up your inner thigh. 

“What was that?” he crooned, lips curved into a smirk that said he knew exactly what he was doing to you and loved the effect he had on you already. 

“Properly motivated! I do well with – with that, Gyu…” 

His fingers pressed into the seat of your panties, groaning at how wet they were. He hooked those same fingers beneath the fabric of your panties, drawing it to the side and baring you to his gaze. “So fucking pretty, baby. Already so needy for me, I probably don’t even need to use my tongue on you, do I?”

He really didn’t, but fuck, you wanted him to. Your whine and the way you bucked your hips were all the response he needed, and he gave a soft chuckle, breath warm against your cunt and nearly a caress in and of itself. 

You lifted your hips for him again as he drew your panties down and off, and at the first swipe of his tongue along your slit, your elbows nearly buckled. When he flicked it against your clit, then wrapped his lips around it and sucked, the sharp stab of pleasure was so acute that you had to drop back down onto your forearms. Just the fucking sight of him with his head between your thighs – his contented hums that sent vibrations through through your sensitive bud, that had you dripping with need. He slipped two fingers into you and started pumping them, curling them, searching, searching until – 

“Mm, there it is,” he moaned, focusing the thrusts of his fingers there, nipping at your swollen folds, sucking them into his mouth, then his tongue was circling and swirling around your clit again and it wasn’t long until you were falling apart, falling back onto the desk and shaking, waves of release rolling over and through you.

Mingyu worked you through the orgasm, gentle kisses and kitten licks against your inner thigh, slowing the movement of his fingers until your hand covered his, pulling it from you and lacing your fingers together. 

You managed to lift your head enough to meet his gaze, letting yourself be pulled upright and into his arms. You let out a happy hum and dropped your forehead onto his shoulder before the temptation of his skin was too much, and you started to press kisses there. Traced a line with your lips up his neck, pausing just beneath his jaw to catch the skin between your teeth, sucking at the sensitive skin and earning a gasp from Mingyu. 

He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you into them, smiling down at you when your legs immediately wrapped around his waist. It was instinctual, as was the way your arms moved to hold him and the way you couldn’t. stop. covering his neck with marks. Completely enraptured with the way they looked on him. 

Mingyu carried you to his bed and laid you down on the soft surface, covering your body with his and settling between your thighs. “I’m going to get so much shit for those, you realize?” 

“Oh? My bad. Should I apologize?”

“Fuck, no. It’s worth it,” he said with one of those oh-so-self-satisfied smiles. Propping himself up on one hand, he traced his fingertips along your own neck, across your chest, slipping them just under the edge of your bra. “And this way I don’t have to apologize when I cover all of this pretty skin with my own marks.”

You bit back a whimper, breath hitching in your chest. “Yeah?”

He hummed an affirmation, cupping your breast in a hand, and you watched the sharp rise and fall of his chest as he gave it a gentle squeeze. Were enraptured when he tugged the fabric covering your breast to the side and groaned, tongue coming out to wet his lower lip while his thumb circled your areola. Round and round until finally he brought it to your nipple, rubbing against it, forefinger coming to join and softly pinch the swollen flesh. 

His hips were thrusting against your cunt, slow rolls that were nowhere near enough for either of you but were just enough to stoke the fire within you. You could feel the way your arousal was coating the fabric of his pants, soaking through it, as you pressed yourself up into the thrusts, in silent entreaty. 

“Fuck,” he rasped, lips replacing his thumb, tongue and teeth and those lips teasing your nipple while he ground down into you. 

Your hands cradled the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, and you let out a breathy whine. “Want,” you started, legs locking behind his back and pulling him into you, moaning at the slow slide of his cock against your pussy, hissing when he circled his hips into yours. 

“What do you want, love?” Mingyu moved his lips from your breast to brush against yours, and he spoke against your lips while he stared down at you with eyes so full of heat you felt flames lick along your spine, centering in your sex. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”

“You,” you answered simply. Your hands came to the waistband of his pants, slid beneath it so that you could wrap your fingers around him, stroke up and down along the length and let your thumb rub across the head. Gasping at the liquid you found there, at the precome that had slipped down the underside, easing your movements. “Think you need me, too, baby. Wanna feel you inside me so bad. Need to.”

Mingyu cursed and then he had his pants and underwear shoved down, kicked off toward the end of the bed. He held himself over you, weight borne on a forearm while his other held the base of his cock, guiding it through your desire-slicked flesh. Rubbed the tip against your clit. Teased at your entrance. “You want this?”

“Fuck, yes, God, Gyu, please.” You whimpered, whined, shifted your body beneath him. Your hands found his hips and you tried to tug him to you.

He captured your wrists and gathered them both above your head, holding them there, and you would complain – you really would – except there was that strength again. You looked up at him, your pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed, and every bit of your expression spoke to how much you actually liked that. How much you wanted him. 

The flash in his own eyes told you he noticed. You heard him curse and watched him swallow hard, felt his grip on your wrists tighten. “You like being helpless beneath me, fuck. Gonna remember that,” he promised. “Do we need a condom?” His voice was tight and he looked tense enough above you that you don’t know how he held it together. 

“N-No. I’m – I’m good. Implant. Clean. You?” It wasn’t the most eloquent sentence, but it got the point across and, in the next moment, Mingyu was pushing into you. 

“Clean, too, shit, sweetheart. Feel so fucking good,” he groaned as his pelvis met yours, cock in you to the base, filling you so full. He drew his hips back and then slowly pumped them forward again, giving you time to get used to the feel of him, cunt stretching around him and your body learning his in the most intimate of ways. 

“Oh fuck, you can – you can move faster, Gyu. Harder. Need you to. Need you to – to show me how strong you are,” you admitted, burying your face in the crook of his neck and whimpering when he did. 

Mingyu sat back on his heels, hands coming to your thighs and dragging your body into his next thrust, this one a sharp snap of his hips into you that made your eyes roll back. “Fucking love how strong I am, don’t you? Always teasing me about being so big –” he emphasized with another deep, hard thrust, and another as he continued, “so strong.” 

Guilty as charged. 

“Like it doesn’t get you off, too,” you said on a gasp, arching beneath him, heated gaze taking in every detail: the movement of his hips, the tension in his abdominals with each thrust, his thick biceps flexing, the muscles in his forearms and the strength in his hands where they gripped your thighs, sure to leave marks there tomorrow. His face. God, his face. The way his brows drew together in concentration, how his gaze – still hot enough to burn and completely focused, wholly attentive to you and this and getting you both off – kept flickering between where his cock was disappearing into your cunt and your face, the way he clenched his jaw and growled out your name. 

Shifting his hold on your legs, Mingyu leaned forward, a hand coming to fist in your hair and drawing your face to his, taking your lips, your mouth in a kiss as wet and deep and harsh as the movements of his every thrust. You felt his fingers on your clit, circling and rubbing fast around the sensitive bud, making you cry out, and your breath hitch, and you fuck, you were a heartbeat away from coming again. 

Heard him rasp against your lips, “Gonna come for me, love?”

You nodded, and your voice was shaky, breathless. “Uh– Uh huh.”

“That’s my girl. Let me feel it,” he hissed, groaning, starting to lose his rhythm and you knew he was close, too. “Gonna come, too. Gonna fill you all the way up, huh?”

You whined out his name, and yes and please, Gyu, please, baby and wanna be full of you. It was enough. It was too much. It was everything. Your orgasm slammed into you, rolling through you like a wave, leaving you clinging to him and shuddering in his arms, pussy squeezing his dick, dragging him into bliss with you.

His face pressed against yours, cheek to cheek, you heard him moaning your name as he came. You felt the shuddering of his own body, above you, around you, inside you, as he spilled himself into you.

Felt yourself being rolled over and onto his chest. Felt his heart pounding under your cheek as you sucked in sharp breaths, little aftershocks of pleasure working their way through you. 

You pressed soft kisses to his chest then turned your face into the touch of his hand, let his palm cup your cheek and tilt your face to look up at him. The broad, happy, sated smile you saw there and the warm affection in his gaze brought a grin to your own face. 

“I realized I never said earlier,” Mingyu started, gently guiding you up his body so you were eye level. “In case it’s not glaringly obvious, I have a thing for you, too.”

A soft, happy puff of laughter left you then and you leaned down to kiss him. Tenderly. You brought a hand up to cup his jaw and couldn’t bite back a smile when he turned his head to press a kiss to your palm. “I may have had some suspicion for a second there, but it’s good to have the confirmation.”

It was Mingyu’s turn to laugh then and he shook his head, arms coming around you, holding you close. “Do you have plans tomorrow?”

“Oooh, what time?”

“I was actually thinking like, all day.”

“What?”

“Breakfast, lunch, movie, dinner? I figure I have a lot of dates to make up,” he said and his smile took your breath away.

You hid your face against his chest, burying the – you were sure – dorky, smitten smile there, as you shifted to get more comfortable – and closer – to him. “A whole day of dates with my favorite superhero? I think I can make that work.”

hers

part of the svthub collab

pairing: jeonghan x f!reader

word count: 2.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

sundaywhoring: whats that on your thigh?

bigdk: are you hurt?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you decide to answer a personal question.

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

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

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

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

"please what, baby? use your words"

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

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

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

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

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

jeonghan stays silent, continuing to finger you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yeah, you?"

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

you start to count seconds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seventten when u keep sucking after they cum?

seungcheol: gets all whiny and pushes your head off of him with, “ah fu-fuck ‘m too sensitive, baby. give me a second. need a break.”

jeonghan: his whole body tenses up as he fights the feeling of overstimulation, but he doesn’t pull away. “you just can’t get enough of my cock, huh?”

joshua: he’s feeling all kinds of overwhelmed and he’s honestly torn between pushing your head off or down further. “hold on, babe— shit! oh fuck, don’t stop…”

jun: he loves the feeling of overstimulation tbh and he loves how much you love to have your mouth on him. “fuck, are you trying to get me hard again? already?”

soonyoung: he might be able to stay hard after cumming the first time. seeing you swallow for him and then go back for more would have him on the edge again in no time. “you want more of my cum in that pretty little mouth of yours? fine, take it. take it all.”

wonwoo: he’d hiss through his teeth and yank you off of his lap by the hair, muttering, “you’re such a fucking brat. trying to overstimulate me when that’s my job… yeah, we’ll see how funny you think it is when it’s you in a couple of minutes, angel.”

jihoon: he’d try to endure it but it’d get to be too much for him. “w-wait sorry… i don’t want to stop but my dick feels like it’s going to fall off. i need like a gatorade or something with electrolytes before we go again.”

seokmin: whines and whines and whines but doesn’t safeword and ultimately ends up cumming down your throat again. “god, baby… fuck! fuuuck i can’t- i can’t, i’m gonna cum again…”

mingyu: he’d be sooo sensitive and wouldn’t be able to stop writhing underneath your touch, moaning nonsense the whole time. “your mouth is so good… almost as good as your pussy. never wanna leave it. fuck! feels p-perfect!”

minghao: he’d flip it around on you instead. “hey, it’s my turn to make you feel good. lay down on the bed for me, legs spread. god, you’re soaked, baby. is all this just from sucking me off?”

seungkwan: he’d want to let you have your fun, but ultimately feel too sensitive and have to tap out. “i can’t! i can’t! i’m sorry but it’s too much. let me… make it up to you though?”

vernon: he begs. he doesn’t even know what he’s begging for it’s just a mantra of “please please please please” and his hips bucking up into your mouth

chan: you’d be able to get another orgasm out of him, but he’d be gripping you for dear life, groaning about how “you’re a fucking succubus for christ’s sake! t-trying to make me cum again so soon? what’s gotten into you?”

caught : y.jh

word count | 1.1k

pairing | yoon jeonghan (svt) x female reader

warning(s) | none (lmk if i missed anything!!)

genre | fluff, humour (a lil), coworkers au

summary: valentine’s day means helping your students make valentine cards. you didn’t know you’d be receiving one too, though.

a/n: @hannietonin happy belated valentine’s day 💗 this really, really isn’t much, but here’s a little ‘thank you’ for hosting the carat admirer event 🥺 i hope you enjoy (it’s a little bleh ><) and ily!!!!

“That looks very nice, Isaac,” you say, smiling down at the young boy, “I’m sure your mom will love it.”

“Thank you!” he chirps, chest puffing up with pride as he proceeds to explain the various doodles he had drawn on his card. You listen intently, nodding along as he tells you about his mother’s prized rose (“I didn’t know she grew roses!”), the pearl necklace she always wears that was a gift from his father (“That’s so romantic!”) and their family’s pet dog Bacon (“That’s an… interesting name, I like it!”).

You leave Isaac to finish the rest of his card when your other students rush up to you, eager to show you their own cards. “One at a time, one at a time, guys,” you laugh as their little hands lightly tug at your sleeves and jeans, all wanting you to react to their creations first. “I promise I’ll get to everyone!” This seems to do the trick for most of them, and they quickly leave your side to add the finishing touches to their Valentine’s Day cards.

You can’t help the fondness that blooms in your chest as you watch your students animatedly interact with one another; being a preschool teacher came with its stressors like any other job would, but the time you spend with your students reminds you of not only the beauty of youthful innocence, but also your personal goal to ensure they come to school feeling safe and leave feeling understood.

You don’t realise how quickly time flies by until you hear the familiar chime of the bell, signalling the end of the school day just as the last of your students finishes her sharing about the recipient of her card.

“Your older sister will love it, Judy,” you say sincerely, smile growing at the beam that lights up the young girl’s face. “Okay, Class Sunflower, it’s time to pack your bags! If your loved ones are picking you up today, you can even give them your card right when you see them!”

The classroom buzzes with energy as your students, excited at the thought of presenting their gifts, gather their belongings in record speed, slinging their tiny colourful bags over their shoulders before neatly lining up by the door so you can take them outside.

You’re bidding your students and their families goodbye at the front gate when you feel a gentle tug on your sleeve. Excusing yourself from the parent you were talking to, you peer down to find a student from Class Tulip gazing up at you with adorably wide eyes.

You kneel down to match her height, shuffling forward a little when the girl beckons you closer; her breath tickles your ear as her tiny hand forms a barrier around it like she’s about to tell you a secret.

“Mr Yoon told me to tell you he has a present for you,” she whispers, “he says it’s important.”

“Really?”

She giggles with a nod, turning to point in the direction of Jeonghan’s class. “He’s waiting for you inside!”

Oh, what could he be up to this time?

“Your student told me you have a gift for me?” Your smile is teasing as you lean against the doorframe of his classroom, amusedly observing him as he hastily hides something behind his back.

“Ah, I knew I could count on Claire.”

A playful tsk falls from your lips. “You keep turning your kids into your little personal messengers.”

“They love it,” your boyfriend responds cheekily while striding over to you, “then they report back to me about how shy you get after.”

“I’ve never gotten shy because of that! You’re a liar, Yoon Jeonghan.” Okay, so maybe you do get a tiny bit flustered every time he gets one of his students to deliver a sweet message to you—not that he needs to know.

He places a hand over his heart in feign hurt, long lashes kissing his cheekbones as he makes a wounded expression. “My angels would never lie!”

“Mm, I don’t know about that, Hannie. You’re a bad influence on them sometimes.”

“I beg to differ. Now close your eyes and hold out your hands for me, love. I’m gonna give you your present.”

You oblige, resisting the urge to peek as something light and smooth meets your skin, a smile unwittingly stretching across your face when you quickly figure out said present.

“Okay, you can look.”

Jeonghan watches you closely as your eyes flutter open, landing on the red heart-shaped card in your hands, completed with sparkly stick-on gems and your name written in gold glitter glue.

“Oh! Uh… the glue isn’t fully dried,” he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, “might wanna be careful there.”

You throw your head back as you laugh, making sure to avoid the sticky parts while reading the contents of the card, a warm rush of adoration coursing throughout your body as you take in his heartfelt words.

“Thank you, Hannie,” you smile softly, “I love it. Really.”

“Well, I had some help,” Jeonghan admits with a twinkle in his eyes, closing the space between you as he wraps his arms around your waist while your own loosely drape over his shoulders. “Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jeonghan.”

Your boyfriend flashes you a crooked grin, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes as he asks, “Now, how about a Valentine’s Day kiss?”

Shameless. So shameless.

Just as he’s above to dive in, however, a startled squeak emits from behind you. Utterly embarrassed, you glance over your shoulder to find Claire, the same girl from earlier, standing in the doorway.

“Oh, hi, Claire,” Jeonghan casually greets with a lazy smile like the two of you didn’t just get caught nearly kissing by one of his students. “Why are you back?”

“I forgot something,” she giggles as she runs over to her seat to fish out a pink umbrella from the drawer. “Bye, Mr Yoon! Bye, Miss L/N!”

She’s gone as quickly as she appeared, vanishing around the corner with a wave goodbye. You can still hear her delighted giggles as her footsteps retreat, and you bury your face into Jeonghan’s shoulder with a loud groan. “Oh my God, we’re never living that down! This is all your fault!”

He merely chuckles at your embarrassment, hand rubbing up and down your back to calm you. “Well… at least we didn’t actually start kissing?” he offers, yelping when you weakly slap at his chest.

You pull away with burning cheeks, already knowing the news of what just happened will surely spread to your own students by tomorrow morning. “I’d be more annoyed with you if your card wasn’t so cute,” you grumble halfheartedly, unable to bring yourself to actually be upset.

Jeonghan wriggles his eyebrows. “Well, then you’re going to love me after you see the huge bouquet of roses in the teachers’ lounge.”

“The what?”

a/n: thank you for reading and feedback is greatly appreciated hehe!!! 💗💗💗

right now || l.sk x reader

500 words of pure smut lol

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a/n: this was supposed to be a full hotgirlnetwork collab, but life got in the way lmao- anyway for @myunghoehoehoe my beloved happy valentine's day!! (with five minutes to spare lol)

Summary: minghao made a pact with some of the other members to tell his crush how he feels about them on valentine's day... but he isn't sure if you feel the same way

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

Word Count: 4.5k

Masterlist // ko-fi

additional warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering, protected sex, multiple orgasms

Minghao wiped his hands on his jeans, trying to wick away the sweat gathered on his palms. It was a nervous habit of his, but it didn’t help much. His hands were always clammy. Thinking about what he was about to do only exacerbated the issue.

“What are you doing out here?” a familiar voice called to him. It was Joshua, walking up towards him from the driveway.

“Waiting for the rest of you,” Minghao answered.

It wasn’t a lie, he was waiting for his friends. He had to make sure they were actually going to show up. He wasn’t about to be the only one embarrassing himself while the rest of them bailed.

“I think they’re a few minutes behind me,” Joshua explained. “But come on, let’s go inside. We can get a head start.”

“You’re not nervous?”

Joshua appeared entirely calm, cool, and collected as usual. Minghao thought the circumstances would’ve broken a sweat at the very least, considering the circumstances, but he looked completely unphased.

“Oh, dude, I’m shitting my pants,” Joshua assured him. “I just want to get it over with. And I also don’t want her seeing me standing out here on the front porch like a loser by myself.”

Fuck. Minghao hadn’t even considered the fact that people could see through the fucking windows. He’d been standing outside for at least fifteen minutes, trying to hype himself up. He hoped you hadn’t seen him waiting around, or worse, rehearsing what he was going to say to you.

“I’m sure no one saw you, though,” Joshua added suddenly. “You probably looked totally natural out here.”

“Thanks.”

“Let’s go, lover boy. You look like you could use some liquid courage.”

Minghao followed Joshua to the front door and waited behind as he knocked. He wasn’t one for house parties, but he also wasn’t one for public humiliation, but here he was.

Someone he didn’t recognize answered the door, but they didn’t bother to acknowledge him as Joshua clapped them on the back like he’d known the guy his entire life. Joshua continued to talk to the stranger and motioned for Minghao to follow him inside.

As soon as he crossed the threshold he felt as though the temperature had risen at least twenty degrees. It would have been a welcome change from the chill outside, if the air wasn’t sticky with sweat and body heat. The place was packed from wall to wall, sweaty people pressed up against each other as they moved to the beat of the music. It was so loud that Minghao could barely hear himself think. He could feel the bass pumping through the floor like a steady heartbeat, an antithesis to his own anxious one.

“Want something to drink?” Joshua yelled above the noise. The person who had let them in had disappeared into the crowd, leaving Joshua and Minghao alone.

“I don’t know if I should,” he yelled back. “I don’t want to get drunk and then say something stupid when I talk to her!”

“You’re gonna say something stupid anyway! Might as well be confident about it.”

Minghao rolled his eyes, but agreed and trailed behind Joshua as he looked for the kitchen. It wasn’t hard to find, all he had to do was follow the trail of empty plastic cups littered among the hallway and there it was. The kitchen was a little less busy, surprisingly. Only a few people lingered around the island, either chatting idly or mixing drinks for themselves.

Joshua grabbed a cup for himself and pointed Minghao towards an open cooler on the ground. It was filled with ice and an assortment of beers. Sometimes it annoyed Minghao how well Shua knew him, but he grabbed a bottle of Dos Equis anyway and popped the cap on the edge of the counter.

“There you guys are!” Chan exclaimed suddenly as he rounded the corner into the kitchen. He was dressed for the occasion, wearing a pale pink sweater and white pants. His dark hair was offset with a dangly red heart earring in one of his ears. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“What do you mean you’ve been looking all over for us? You were late,” Minghao points out.

“Yeah, I only got here a few minutes after you and I’ve been texting you trying to find you!”

Minghao felt his back pocket for his phone and pulled it out to see a bunch of messages and two missed calls from Chan.

“Oh, my bad.”

“I saw y/n dancing by herself so I figured you weren’t here yet, but then I heard from Kevin that he already let you in!”

Kevin. That was who had answered the door earlier. But Minghao totally glossed over that detail as soon as he heard Chan say your name. So you were here. Minghao had been holding out hope that you had maybe decided not to come. Not because he didn’t want to see you, but because that way he wouldn’t have to confess his feelings to you.

That was the whole reason he was at the Singles Valentine’s Party in the first place. A handful of his friends had all made a pact together to tell their crushes they liked them at the party. They knew they’d never do it on their own which is why they decided to do it together. It had been Jeonghan’s idea. He was tired of watching his friends pine over girls from afar, tired of listening to them ramble about how they’d never be able to pull them, tired of the longing glances and puppy-dog eyes. He was tired of all of it. And he genuinely wanted his friends to be happy. They were handsome enough guys, he didn’t see why they thought they didn’t have a chance with the women they were crushing on. Which is why Jeonghan gathered them all in the living room one day after practice and proposed they all tell the girls how they feel. He said Valentine’s day would be perfect. Not because it was the most romantic or anything, it was more of a commercial holiday than anything, but because it would even the playing field. He knew all the guys’ crushes would be at the single’s party, and he figured they stood less of a chance of being rejected on a holiday. It would kill... several birds with one stone and if everything went according to plan, Jeonghan’s problem would be solved. His friends would be happy, and he’d be happy.

“Y/n’s here?” Minghao asked abruptly, forgetting all about the rest of the conversation.

Chan rolled his eyes. “She’s in the lounge.”

Joshua smirked, nudging Minghao’s shoulder with his elbow. “Show time.”

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Minghao muttered under his breath.

“C’mon, I never get to see you this nervous. Let me have a little fun.”

“Whatever.”

“Are you just going to stand around, or are you going to talk to her?” Chan asked pointedly. Minghao gave him a look. “I’m just saying, the clock is ticking.”

“You’re also standing around,” Minghao pointed out.

“She’s not here yet. Y/n is. What’s your excuse?”

“Fine,” Minghao grumbled and chugged the rest of his beer. He grabbed another from the cooler, popped the bottle cap on the counter again, and walked out of the kitchen with his friends shouting after him.

“Go get ‘em, tiger!”

Minghao flipped them off as he disappeared into the hallway. Immediately, he regretted not asking Chan where the lounge was. But he didn’t want to turn back now and have to explain himself. He was already turned around, but he didn’t want to give Joshua another opportunity to clown him so he decided he’d just find it himself. The house was only so big, he’d stumble across it eventually.

The first two rooms he tried were an office and a bathroom, both of which were full of people. From what he could tell, the individuals in the bathroom were taking turns with a joint and the people in the office were either asleep on the floor or dead. He didn’t stick around to find out.

Finally, after another few minutes of aimless wandering, Minghao came across what seemed to be the lounge. Long leather sofas took up the majority of the space and the walls were lined with big glass aquariums that were full of different species of tropical fish. Not for the first time Minghao found himself wondering just who the fuck lived here?

Television screens illuminated the otherwise dark room as drunk party goers challenged each other to Mario Kart or Just Dance.

Minghao caught you out of the corner of his eye, sitting on one of the couches talking to Wonwoo. He would have missed you had it not been for the bright colors of the screen reflecting off your face every other second.

He swallowed nervously, and wiped his free hand on his jeans again. It was now or never.

He approached you cautiously, like he was afraid he might scare you away if he made any sudden movements. Wonwoo was the first to notice him, and waved enthusiastically, drawing your attention to him as well.

“Hey, I was wondering when you’d show up,” Wonwoo said, yelling over the noise. “Thought you might have gotten cold feet.”

“Cold feet for what?” you asked, feeling somewhat out of the loop.

Minghao’s eyes grew wide as he looked between you and Wonwoo, unsure of what to say. He wanted to glare at Wonwoo, who knew about the pact- all of the members did- but he couldn’t because you were sitting right there.

“You’ll find out later, probably,” Wonwoo supplied.

You just shrugged and took another sip of your drink, apparently satisfied with that answer.

“I’m going to find Mingyu,” Wonwoo announced, putting his hand on your shoulder familiarly. “He promised to play Flip Cup with me.”

It was a simple action, but it annoyed Minghao to watch. He clenched his jaw and continued to nurse his beer as you and his older member exchanged niceties. Wonwoo patted Minghao on the back as he got up to trade spots with him, and gave him a thumbs-up as he disappeared down the hallway. Not subtle at all.

“I didn’t think I’d be seeing you tonight,” you confessed, scooting over on the couch to make room for Minghao.

“What, why?”

“I dunno.” You shrugged. “Just doesn’t seem like your scene.”

“It’s not,” he agreed.

“Then why are you wasting your Valentine’s Day here?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m wasting it,” Minghao reasoned. “I’m talking to you, aren’t I?”

You grinned. “Smooth.”

He shrugged. “I can be when I want to be.”

“Like when you’re dancing?”

Minghao felt his cheeks get warm at your comment, and hoped they weren’t turning red. “I guess you could say that.”

“Come on, don’t be so humble about it. I’ve seen you on stage. You’re incredible,” you insisted, putting your hand on his knee for emphasis.

Minghao looked down at your hand on his leg and stiffened nervously. He could feel the warmth of your palm through his pants. If he didn’t know better he’d think he was being burned from how intense the feeling was. It was just the effect you had on him, though. One look in his direction would have Minghao’s stomach in knots. He always got like this around you, and it was fucking embarrassing.

Every time he tried to talk to you it was like he’d forget the entirety of the English language. Even practicing what to say didn’t help, he’d just stumble over his words as soon as he looked you in the eyes. It was hard enough to focus when you were just standing next to him, and if you were touching him? He was a lost cause.

Like right now, Minghao was using all of his energy not to get hard, all from a simple touch of your hand. It was pathetic, he was pathetic, but he couldn’t help it. He tried thinking of a response to your compliment, but his mind was blank.

He didn’t even know why you liked talking to him, seeing as he was always making a fool of himself around you. And if you knew that he raced home to jerk off after almost every interaction he had with you, he’s positive you would never speak to him again.

When Minghao looked back up, he realized you were staring at him with an expectant expression on your face. You must have asked him a question while he was distracted, and now he looked like an idiot because he’d completely missed it.

“Sorry, what?”

Your eyes sparkled as you smiled at him. “I asked you to take me to the dance floor.”

“To do what?” he said stupidly.

You just shook your head and laughed, grabbing his hand. “Come on.”

Minghao let you lead him back through the house into the living room, where all the furniture had been pushed to the walls to make space for a makeshift dance floor. It was still as crowded as it had been when Minghao had first arrived with Joshua.

Before he could say anything you were pulling him along through the mass of sweaty bodies to the middle of the crowd and putting his hands on your waist, wrapping your own arms around his neck.

The song that was playing wasn’t very suitable for slow dancing, but Minghao swayed to the rhythm anyway, letting the music do the talking for him. He swallowed his nerves and steadied his hands on your body. It was now, or never. He was much more confident like this, in his element. He took you by the hand and spun you away from him, twirling you back as soon as your arm was fully extended.

Your back was pressed against his chest now, and he let his hands slide from your hips down to your thighs. You pushed your ass into him and bent forward slightly, teasing. He took the bait, grinding his hips into yours. When you looked back at him you saw a completely different person than the one you’d dragged to dance with you.

His eyes were dark, a cocky smirk playing at his lips as he gazed down at you. The tip of his tongue was sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on moving both of you to the beat. You suddenly found yourself wondering what it would feel like on your naked body, but before you let yourself fantasize any further, the song was changing and Minghao was turning you back around.

Instead of simply placing his hands on your waist where they had been before, he wrapped his arms around it so that your bodies were flush against each other. He didn’t say anything at first, taking his time admiring the dainty pink earrings dangling from your ears and then the tarnished gold locket adorning your neck.

“You are pretty smooth,” you whispered.

He met your eyes and cracked a smile. “Like I said.”

You were so close to him that he could feel your gentle breaths on his face. He zeroed in on your lips, slightly parted and stained with whatever lipgloss you had put on earlier. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to wind his hand through your hair and feel your tongue in his mouth. He wanted to drag you to the nearest bathroom and kneel between your legs as he gives you indescribable feelings of pleasure... but he was getting ahead of himself. He needed to tell you first.

“I, uh, I made a promise that I would tell you tonight,” he said shakily, giving no context whatsoever.

“Tell me what?” you asked, blinking up at him.

Just do it, pussy.

“That I like you.” He was trying to sound sure of himself, ride the wave of confidence that had brought him this close to you in the first place. He scanned your face for a reaction, but you gave none so he continued. “I know it’s kind of cheesy to confess my feelings on Valentine’s Day, but I’ve had a crush on you for so long that Jeonghan finally talked me into it. Don’t worry if you don’t feel the same way or anything, I don’t mean to put you on the spot. I just thought you deserved to know.”

Even with it off of his chest, Minghao was still panicking because you hadn’t said anything in response yet. He didn’t know if you needed time to process or were trying to figure out the nicest way to let him down easy, but-

But then you were kissing him. You’d taken him by the collar and stood up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his, anchoring yourself against his chest. It was so short that he couldn’t be sure that he hadn’t imagined it, but when you broke away he could still taste your chapstick on his lips.

“I was wondering how long it would take you,” you sighed breathlessly.

“Wha-what do you mean?”

“I like you too, idiot. I was wondering when you’d finally notice.”

“You do?”

“I’ve been dropping hints for what feels like forever! I like you so much- I was like half a second away from asking you if you wanted to get out of here.”

“Get out of here?” Apparently Minghao was only capable of asking questions at this point in time. Suddenly you looked nervous, shy even. Like you weren’t sure if you’d gone too far too soon. “Like, go back to my place... if you wanted.”

There was that dark look in his eyes again. “I don’t think I can wait that long,” he admitted.

You smirked. “Well, then what can we do about that?”

“Follow me.”

Minghao took the lead this time, retracing his steps back to the bathroom that he had accidentally come across earlier when he had been looking for you. By some miracle it was empty now, and Minghao pulled you inside.

He pushed you up against the door and locked it as he kissed you. He wanted to show you just how much he wanted you, wanted to show what he was thinking about when you’d kissed him a few moments earlier and he was frozen in shock. He pushed his tongue into your mouth and groaned when he felt you moan into his mouth.

You grasped at his clothes desperately, whining as he kissed down your neck, only stopping when he reached the collar of your blouse. You thought he would take it off, but instead he traveled lower, lower, lower until he was on his knees on the tile floor in front of you. You understood what he was asking for from the earnest look in his eyes as he ran his hands along the backs of your thighs.

“I think my legs will give out if I’m standing,” you said sheepishly, biting your bottom lip.

“That’s okay,” Minghao replied and stood up.

You were hoping you hadn’t disappointed him, but then he was lifting you up and setting you down on the counter. He was surprisingly strong. He didn’t even look winded as he knelt down again.

“We have options.”

The countertop was cold under your bare thighs, but you barely registered it as Minghao parted your legs and pushed your skirt up. You were thankful you’d decided to wear something lacy for the occasion, not that you had been expecting this to happen.

“Can I?” he asked, running a thumb underneath the waistband of your panties.

You nodded, and it was all he needed to pull them off of you. You didn’t miss how he slipped the thong in his pocket before burying his face in your cunt, but decided not to say anything about it.

Minghao’s tongue found your clit instantly. He circled it languidly, groaning. You whined and tangled a hand in his long hair.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” you gasped.

He chuckled and you cursed as the vibrations traveled up your spine.

Minghao felt like he had died and gone to heaven. At the very least he’d been given a gift by the gods. Never in a million years did he think he’d be lucky enough to touch you, taste you, like he was now. He wasn’t even thinking about fucking you right now, he didn’t want to push his luck, and he was more than pleased to just eat you out. Pride swelled in his chest as your moans got louder and louder, knowing he was the one making you feel good.

He paused momentarily to wet two of his fingers on his tongue and slip them into your pussy, reveling in the strangled moan of his name that came as a result. Turns out, he didn’t even need the extra lubrication because you were already soaking for him. He told you as much.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he mumbled in awe.

“All for you,” you cried. “I’ve been wet all night for you, you have no idea.”

Minghao was already so hard- and your filthy mouth was doing nothing to keep him from cumming right then and there. He distracted himself by attaching his mouth to your clit again, still pumping his fingers in and out of you.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and you leaned back to rest your head against the mirror. It was only two fingers, and yet you felt so full. You weren’t sure how you were going to take his cock if it was as big as you suspected it was.

Having Minghao, the boy you were not-so-secretly in love with, in such an intimate way was overwhelming, in all senses of the word. You didn’t know what to make of it. It was simultaneously a relief and a struggle. You had been aching for him for what felt like hours, and now that you finally had him you were fighting that familiar feeling in your stomach that threatened to overtake you.

He was making you feel so good, but you were nervous. What if he didn’t like the way you came? What if it was too wet, too noisy? It sounded ridiculous, seeing as you’d already made it this far, but as hard as you tried you couldn’t push the anxiety down.

As if he could tell you were holding back, Minghao lifted his head and kissed the inside of your thigh.

“Go ahead, baby. Let go.”

His assurance helped you relax a little and he offered you his free hand to hold as he went back to sucking on your clit. You took it gratefully and squeezed hard. He had you on the edge again in no time and this time you held his head in place with your other hand, rutting against his mouth as you came on his tongue and fingers.

Both you and Minghao were breathing hard once you came down from your high. He got to his feet and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning like he had just won the fucking lottery.

“What?” you asked shyly.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you cum,” he said, shaking his head. “I mean, you’re so fucking pretty all the time, but god damn.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m serious! I almost ruined my pants watching you.”

“Well in that case,” you began, smiling like you knew something he didn’t. “Wanna see it again?”

Sex was a lot like dancing, Minghao thought as he thrust into you. There was rhythm, technique, and he was good at both. He prided himself on knowing how to make his partners feel good. Much like when he was on the dancefloor, Minghao was insanely confident in bed.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist, hands clutching his biceps, whimpering his name in his ear. His voice was low and raspy and he sounded just as gone as you felt. Just imagining him giving you orders with it was making you clench around him.

His cock was even bigger than you had imagined and you felt like it was splitting you in half as he snapped his hips into yours. The stretch had been fucking euphoric when he first pushed it inside of you, and now you were embarrassingly cockdrunk- slurring your words and barely able to keep your eyes open. You were holding onto your last shred of self control with everything you had, trying not to cum without him. It was Valentine’s Day after all, you wanted to be a little romantic.

Little did you know, Minghao was in a similar predicament. He didn’t want to cum too soon and humiliate himself, but you were making it so hard to hold back. It was like your cunt was made for him. He fit so snugly within your walls. He could reach your g-spot effortlessly.

“Hao,” you whined.

“Are you close?” he panted.

“Yes, yes I’m so close please don’t stop. Please make me cum, Hao! P-Please let me cum...”

You were so polite, asking for his permission to orgasm. Minghao liked it more than he preferred to let on.

“Cum for me, angel. Let go.”

As soon as he felt your walls fluttering around his cock he knew he was mere seconds away from following suit.

“Fuck! Can I cum inside of you?” He was practically begging. He knew he sounded pathetic, but he didn’t care.

And he was wearing a condom, but he still wanted to be considerate- especially since this was your first time having sex together. As much as Minghao wanted to cum inside of you, as much as he wanted to use your pussy to ride out his high, he needed to know that you wanted it too.

“Yes,” you sobbed. “Please cum inside me, give me all of it.”

Minghao came with a grunt of your name, burying his head in your shoulder. You moved your hips weakly to help prolong his orgasm, smiling tiredly as his moans of pleasure turned into whines of overstimulation.

As spent as you were, hearing them did something to you. Another time.

Hao helped you clean up and fix your skirt, brushing his fingers through your hair to try and make it presentable again. It was a lost cause, messy from being pushed up against the mirror and tugged on repeatedly, but you appreciated the effort. He gave you back your underwear, explaining that he’d only put them in his pocket so they wouldn’t be misplaced.

“Wanna get out of here now? You could stay over at my place tonight,” he suggested.

“Should we say goodbye to everyone first?” you asked.

Minghao thought about the shiteating grin Joshua would give him as soon as he was in his line of sight with you on his arm and decided he didn’t want to deal with that tonight.

“Nah, they’ll figure it out. Let’s just go, I bet you’re tired.”

“Uh huh, ‘tired’.” You winked.

He scoffed in disbelief and shook his head. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea.”

That settled it. Minghao needed to get you home now. He’d have to thank Jeonghan in the morning.

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masked intentions || lc x reader

summary: you and chan decided to pick out each other’s costumes for a halloween party, but he thinks it’d be funny to switch out your real costume for something a bit more scandalous 

warnings: swearing, alcohol, suggestive content (18+) 

word Count: 1.4k

a/n: reworked this piece originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

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the method || h.js

pairing: actor!joshua x actress!reader

summary: taking method acting to the next level

a/n: this was originally posted on my tom holland blog ( @wazzupmrstark )

warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

word count: 4k

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pairing: joshua/gn!reader

genre: smutty 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[10:36 PM] you: SDJHSDFJHSDH SHUT UP

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ on love, friendship, and jane austen ”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷   SYNOPSIS.  yn and hansol. hansol and yn. the inseparable duo. one name cannot come without immediately being followed by the other. a friendship that has stood the test of time. yn falls in love more times than they could count. hansol has stood by their side through every single one of those times. yn loves quoting jane austen. and hansol? well, hansol loves yn. 

PAIRING.  vernon x gn!reader

GENRES.  university au, fluff, angst, childhood friends to ???, pining, yearning, so much pining- i am so sorry.

CONTAINS.  swearing, food + alcohol mentions, and a bunch of out of context austen quotes.

MENTIONS OF / FEATURING.  mingyu, minghao, chan, seungkwan, soonyoung, and jihoon. 

WC.  4.3k

A/N.  yes, i saw netflix’s persuasion. yes, it made the austen lover in me cry (in the worst way). yes, i wrote this to cope. 

i. persuasion

“I am half agony, half hope,” you groan, plopping yourself down on the bean bag next to Hansol’s. There’s a pout etched onto your face, soon covered by one of the pillows that adorned the his bed. 

Hansol paid no attention to your muffled screams, eyes still trained on the flat screen TV in front of him. His fingers moved frantically on the controller in his hands, blocking out your sounds of agony with the upbeat 8-bit melody of whatever fighting game he chose to procrastinate from packing for university. 

Which of course, pissed you off. 

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lost & found

pairing: non-idol!vernon x gn!reader

prompt: soulmate au series. 6/13

word count: 2.1k

 warnings: reader has a cat. lost cat happens twice. two idiots keep losing things. food mention. slight mention about being anxious about soulmates (but it’s less vernon and more other people in his life). 

daisy’s notes: idk why but this one felt like a cute one for vern. also me being a messy bitch too i’d probs miss things too lmao (also sorry this ones kinda short!! i knew what i wanted to do with it and didn’t want to draw it out too long)

summary: Sometimes Vernon finds things in his room that are definitely not his. Most of the time he attributes them to Seungkwan, but when he loses a flash-drive with all his music and classwork… it’s just a coincidence it ends up in his classmate’s bag, right?

Vernon’s… admittedly more okay with the fact he doesn’t have a soulmate. He never felt anyone’s pain growing up, or heard someone singing, and all of his colors in his vision are completely intact. He didn’t have a name written on him like his parents did, or tasted whatever his soulmate would be eating, or have a date and time printed on his wrist like his sister did–ten more years before she met them, and he’d listened to her time and time again vent about how sometimes she’d look at it and realize how close it actually is in the scheme of things. He grew up listening to the gentle comfort toward him despite the indifference he’d grown into. It bothered him at first, sure, but in the end… What was the point of having a soulmate? Did people really think that finding that person would result in immediate love and marriage and babies or some shit? Vernon wanted to fall in love more… organically. Not with a person the universe pushed him towards, linking them together by some invisible bond. As romantic as a red string sounded (even if Wonwoo’s meeting with his soulmate wasn’t exactly romantic), he wanted to be in control over his own fate. He was happy for his friends finding their soulmates one by one (hell, he liked Seungkwan’s soulmate–they didn’t take that much shit, but it was admittedly a little sweet to see Seungkwan dote on them because they bumped into another goddamn chair a little too hard), but for him? He was okay without it.

Which was why he branched out a bit. He dated a few other people without soulmates, one of which did have a soulmate but didn’t have an obvious sign, and things never fully worked out. Call it destiny, call it choice, but something always seemed to go… a little wrong. Or maybe they just didn’t work out: Vernon was never completely sure whenever he tried to look back on it. He settled for making friends with people instead after a while, not wanting the stress of relationships. That’s ultimately what brought him to you.

Or, well, your cat was.

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the soulmate service

❛ pretty at every hour of the day but especially prettier under the glow of the sunset. ❜

word count | 31.0k (31,023) genre | fluff, angst, soulmate au, summer break au, (one-sided) rivals to lovers ━ matchmaker!vernon, older brother!soonyoung

the soulmate service has one purpose: to help those who drew the short end of the stick and ended up without a person to live their forever with. after the heart wrenching realization that the boy you’ve loved since you were thirteen isn’t the one meant for you, you put your love life in the hands of vernon chwe — which, now that you think about it, is probably a very bad idea.

★ warnings | mentions of unrequited love, lots of bickering between vernon and reader, pining (?), there’s angst but it’s minimal

THE RED STRING, more commonly known as The String of Fate, appears on an individual’s finger at the exact minute they turn eighteen. The string may either: (1) turn gold if the individual falls in love with their soulmate by 24 hours after first contact, or (2) be cut if said person and their soulmate fail to fall in love.

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✶ seventeen when you take your promise ring off during a fight

ft. performance unit

-> vocal unit | hip hop unit

junhui: he only notices it when you start to walk away. there's a lull in the kitchen, the type of weighted silence that lies thick and suffocating in the air, waiting for someone to make the first move. junhui takes the knife and slices. ("we can talk about it tomorrow," he says.) it gives you both time to be angry about it, sleep it off, then apologize. except, he sees the glint of metal rolling around in your fingers, and your still-empty ring finger when you turn around to leave. junhui has always given you time, given you the space to cool off and talk about it next morning, but he feels if he lets you and the ring go to sleep like that—("your ring," junhui calls quietly, his voice almost fragile with the way he speaks it. he hopes it's just a reminder, not a plea.) the band freezes in your fingers before you silently slip it back on.

soonyoung: he goes quiet. arguments with soonyoung are agitated, barely contained words exchanged like the beginning spark of a lit match; it's never loud, always tense, but soonyoung sees the fidgeting slide of your ring on and off your finger and his match snuffs out. his words trail off into nothing but a wisp of smoke, argument dying with it as he silently walks over to you, a careful yet gentle hand on yours. ("stop." it's the ash that falls from the top of burned incense, the soaking of a matchstick in water.) if you held your breath, you'd notice the slight tremble in his hands before your fingers left your ring and entwined with his instead.

minghao: the second you touch the band on your finger, he stops. ("let's talk about it later," he amends, eyes flickering to your hand before looking up at you as a sort of silent mutual understanding, only to find a hard stubborness in your eyes.) to him, the small gesture is a sign that you need time to cool down, to talk about it civily when the fight isn't so fresh in both your minds; to you, the postponing is something he just says. when is later? when will you talk it over again? when will his words mean something more than just pacifying platitudes? ("no," you declare, firmly planted, metal burning. "we need to talk about this now." you need him to understand this, to understand that it's worth it.) and to him, nothing was worth more than you. so he sits down, and you talk it through, and you apologize.

chan: you see the panic fly through his eyes. the ring has always been a comforting presence to you, grounding you when you need it most. but in the midst of a fight, the metal feels too tight around your finger. you needed to feel the skin beneath it again. chan stops mid-speech the moment he sees you pull it off your finger, alarm in his voice when you move to put it on the table. chan says your name like a fraying thread, as if wide eyes and closing distance were the only things he could do to keep it together, to keep you with him. (he looks between you and the ring, panic barely kept within its confines as chan tries not to spiral. "what...what are you..." is all he can manage to get out, words buzzing as they leave his tongue. you pause, startled, following his shaky gaze to the ring between your fingertips, and you breathe out a single noise. "oh.") you're not, you assure him, metal band warm in your palm. you would never. chan doesn't stop looking at you with trembling eyes until he can slide it on your finger himself.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ෆ

ෆ synopsis: kwon soonyoung loves too hard and falls in love too quickly, accidentally building a (very false!!!) fuckboy image that he can’t seem to get rid of. when his friends talk him out of proposing to a girl he went on 2 dates with, he finally realizes he has a big problem with love. signing up to appear on his university’s most popular youtube talk show to unload his baggage and fix his image? what could possibly go wrong?

ෆ pairing: college student! ksy x reader (gn)

ෆ genre: fluff, humor, romance

ෆ series warnings: anxiety/insecurities, cursing, food/drinks, ksy’s character is extremely 🥺🤧

ෆ status: completed

ෆ started: feb 1st - may 23rd, 2022

ෆ a/n: I noticed that i tend to write a lot along the lines of angst or serious/mature themes so i'm really excited to switch to something more relaxed, fluffy, and feel-good. this is 100% a comfort fic. please let me know if I missed any warnings!

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profiles: [X], [X], [X]

chapters:

0. prologue

1. bag

2. wallet

3. keys

4. phone

5. earphones

6. water bottle

7. glasses

8. reusable straw

9. pens

10. notebook

11. planner

12. receipts

13. lip balm

14. snacks

15. trash

16. textbooks

17. hat

18. umbrella

19. reusable bag

20. watch

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2:00am / k.sy

pairing: kwon soonyoung x reader pronouns: not specified word count: 1.1k genre: fluff, soonyoung is flirty bc he's drunk but also bc he likes reader, weirdo and idiot used as terms of endearment <3 warnings: tipsy/drunk soonyoung note: flirty!kissy!drunk!soonyoung is canon, we've seen the ttt episodes. he is endearing to me I want to put him in my pocket.

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Soonyoung laughed loudly, throwing his head back against the chair, as you shushed him. 

“You’re going to wake everyone up,” you scolded, small laughs escaping past your lips and making your words less threatening. 

Soonyoung lifted his head and wiped away tears dramatically, though they definitely could have been real with how hard he was laughing. “Then stop making me laugh.” 

“I didn’t even say anything funny, you’re just sleep-deprived. Did you guys go drinking?” 

He giggled more, trying to calm down. “Everything you say is just funny. You’re just so cute.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head at him, trying to change the subject. “You seriously need sleep. Didn’t you have practice all day? How are you not exhausted?”

“I am, but if I go to bed I won’t get to hang out with you.”

“Soonyoung,” you deadpanned. He responded to your stern voice with a lazy, charming smile. 

“You’re pretty.” 

You huffed, frustrated at his stubbornness and embarrassed by his compliments. “Go to bed, idiot. It’s almost two in the morning.” 

He bent awkwardly to look at the clock behind him, upside down as he read the digits. “It’s exactly two in the morning,” he corrected. 

“Then go to bed.”

He sat back up and stared at you with a soft and fond smile. “You’re really pretty.”

“You already said that.”

“But you didn’t say I was pretty.”

“You are conceited.” And pretty. “I don’t have to return compliments just because you decide to randomly throw them out.”

“I’m not just throwing them out. I mean it. You’re really pretty. I don't think you're told enough just how pretty you are.” 

“You definitely went drinking, didn't you?” 

Soonyoung scrunched his face and held his hand up, his thumb and pointer finger nearly touching as he looked at you through the gap. “Maybe a little.” 

“I knew it, you’re always flirty when you’re drunk.” 

“I’m always flirty with you, you just never notice,” he yawned before grinning up at you with his eyes closed as you made your way over to help him stand up. 

“Come on,” you held your hands out for him to take. “Bedtime.” When he stared up at you blankly with slightly wide eyes, you knew he was more than ‘a little’ drunk. “Soonyoung. You need sleep.” 

“Carry me?” he smiled sweetly as he lifted his arms. You laughed, grabbing his hands and pulling him up to his feet. 

“Don’t push your luck, weirdo. You’re lucky I’m not leaving you to sleep on the hard floor or just kicking you out of my apartment altogether.” 

You tried to pass off the way he leaned into you as an effect of being drunk and not being able to hold his weight, but something told you he was intentionally resting his head on yours as you walked him to your room. 

“Taking me to your bedroom?” he said in surprise, lifting his head and suddenly seeming more awake. “So bold of you. So presumptuous of you. It going to take a little more than that to get me out of my pants–” 

“Idiot,” you mumbled, letting him fall onto your bed, smiling at the little ‘oof’ he let out. “I was going to give you some of my sweatpants to change into so you don’t sleep in jeans, but never mind. I hope your jeans leave weird marks on you when you wake up.” 

As you turned to leave, Soonyoung called your name. “Can you tuck me in? I want to be tucked into bed.” 

He was already pulling the covers back to get under, so you complied seeing as he was already trying to go to sleep. He wasn’t being stubborn, so you could do this for him if he really wanted you to.

You pulled the covers over him, feeling bad that he really was sleeping in jeans. You didn’t want the embarrassment from comments he’d make if you suggested he actually take off his pants, even if they were going to be replaced with a different pair.Drunk Soonyoung was too endearing and you needed to get away from him as quickly as possible and with as few flirty comments as possible. 

Soonyoung pulled the covers up to his chin and smiled boyishly at you, sleepily mumbling a thank you for taking care of him. 

“Yeah, whatever. You owe me lunch tomorrow for this.” 

Leaning down, you placed a quick kiss on his forehead to play into you taking care of him, which made his eyes open quickly. You stood up at his shock, feeling embarrassed for no reason especially when he grabbed your hand.

“Can I have a goodnight kiss?” he asked softly. 

“I just gave you one,” you breathed out in a laugh. 

“No,” he lifted his other hand to poke his lower lip, which was now set in a pout. “Like a real goodnight kiss.” 

“Yup, you’re definitely more than a little drunk,” you teased, ruffling his hair and trying to avoid his question. You needed to leave. 

“Please,” he begged, placing his other hand on top of yours and swinging your arm gently. “Please, please, please? I promise I’ll go to bed right after. I can’t sleep without a goodnight kiss.”

“Oh? Then who normally gives you goodnight kisses? Wonwoo or Jihoon?”

“Dokyeom.” 

You couldn’t tell if that was a joke, but it made you laugh either way. You could believe it.

“But I want one from you. Just one,” he bargained, lifting one finger up to visualize his simple request. “Just one tiny little kiss so I can have a peaceful, good sleep.” 

“Soonyoung, you’re drunk. I’m not kissing you while you’re drunk.” 

“What if I told you this isn’t just drunk thoughts? I want to ask to kiss you all the time, especially when I’m suuuuper sober.” 

You breathed out a laugh, taking your hand away and patting his head as he pouted, accepting his defeat. “Then I’m definitely not kissing you. I don’t want you to forget our first kiss.”

“I would never forget kissing you,” he said with a cheesy smile and crinkled eyes.  

You smiled at his last attempt to persuade you, but your mind was already made up. “Goodnight, Soonyoung.” 

“You hate me,” he sighed dramatically. “Won’t even give me a goodnight kiss.”

You ignored him, continuing your well-wishes. “Sleep well, you still owe me lunch tomorrow for putting up with this.” 

“Will you kiss me tomorrow?” he asked hopefully, to which you laughed. 

“Only if you’re good and let me pick where we eat.” 

“Deal.” He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to go to sleep faster. 

The next day, after he woke up confused about being in your bed and complained about his headache, he remembered what happened the night before. When he hesitantly and shyly asked if he remembered correctly and had embarrassed himself, you simply smiled at him and told him to get ready to go to lunch. He had a promise to keep and so did you.