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Hear me out. Shy Vernon Hansol Chwe with little to no confidence hopelessly in love, full on crushing, with a girl who's already his girlfriend but he just can't help it but be smitten. So he shows it by slow love making

shy bf!vernon, hopelessly in luv!vernon 🥺

a/n; omgggg stawwwp, i love him sm, he's the best bf ever!! i feel it 😭

warnings: smut, fluff, love making.

shy, nervous vernon with those soft, fluttering eyes of his always looks like he’s on the verge of saying something but never quite does. he’s so in love with you, hopelessly, it’s almost ridiculous, considering you’re already his girlfriend. but that’s just hansol—he doesn’t stop being that awkward, sweet guy just because you’re together now. if anything, he’s even more enamored.

and tonight, you see it in the way his hands slide over your skin, slow and hesitant at first, like he’s still not entirely sure he’s allowed to touch you this way. you’re lying on the bed, the room dark, soft breaths filling the quiet space. vernon’s leaning over you, his hair falling slightly into his eyes, lips parted like he wants to say something but can’t quite form the words.

his fingertips trail down your arm, brushing lightly over your skin, and you can see the way his chest rises and falls, as if he’s trying to steady himself. he’s shy, always has been, but also always had those eyes—deepe, that shows in every movement, in every look he gives you, that he's obsessed with you, and looks at you more than you think he does.

you reach up and touch his face, cupping his cheek softly, your thumb brushing over his bottom lip. he leans into your touch, eyes fluttering closed for a second, and when he opens them again, they’re filled with something so soft and tender it makes your heart skip.

“i just… i don’t even know how to say this without sounding dumb,” he mumbles, voice barely above a whisper as he leans down to kiss you, slow and sweet. it’s like he’s afraid of rushing things, afraid of breaking the delicate moment between you two. “i just love u so much, it’s kinda stupid.”

you giggle softly, tugging him down closer, your lips brushing his. “not stupid at all,” you whisper back, your hands sliding up to his hair, pulling him in for another kiss. he melts into it, his whole body leaning into yours as he deepens the kiss, still moving slow.

“i know,” he murmurs against your lips, his breath warm and shaky, “but i can’t help it. it’s just—sometimes i feel like i don’t even deserve you. you’re… you’re just everything. you make me feel everything.”

you kiss him again, softly, your fingers tangling in his hair as you whisper against his mouth, “you do deserve me, hansol. i’m yours, remember?”

his breath hitches at that, and you can feel him shiver slightly, his hands gripping your waist just a little tighter. he pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find the right words, but instead of speaking, he just lowers his head to your neck, pressing soft wett kisses along your collarbone.

“god, i love you,” he murmurs into your skin, his hands slide down your sides, tracing every curve, every dip in your body as if he’s memorizing the feel of you. there’s nothing rushed about the way he touches you—it’s like he wants to savor every second, every gasp you make.

the pleasure, it’s gentle, like a slow-burning fire that warms instead of burns. his kisses trail lower, over your chest, his lips brushing against the sensitive nipples as his hands squeeze your meat, or circle your clit with a tight thumb. every touch, every kiss feels like a confession, like he’s trying to tell you with his body what he can’t quite put into words.

when he finally pushes inside you, like he’s afraid of hurting you. his breath catches in his throat, and you can see the way his eyes flutter shut, his brow furrowing slightly as he tries to hold back, to make this last. “are you okay?” he asks, as if he’s afraid to ruin the moment. his hands find yours, lacing your fingers together as he presses deeper, his hips moving in that same slow, unhurried rhythm.

you nod, biting your lip, and the way you tighten around him has his eyes squeezing shut, a soft groan slipping past his lips. he lowers his forehead to yours, his breath hot and ragged, and the way his body shakes slightly tells you how hard he’s trying to keep it together.

“fuck… u feel so good, always, always so good f'me” he mutters, his voice trembling with the effort it’s taking to control himself. “i don’t—god, i don’t wanna go too fast.” he leans down and presses a kiss to your lips, his hands tightening around yours as his hips roll slowly, making you feel his cock deep without worry. your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him closer, and the soft moans that escape your lips only spur him on. he’s completely lost in you, shaky gasps as his forehead rests against yours.

“u r so beautiful,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks. “i just… i don’t think i’ll ever get used to this. to you. to how good it feels to be with you.”

u can feel the way his body trembles slightly, his hips stuttering for a moment as he tries to hold back. his hands tighten around yours, his grip almost desperate, like he’s afraid to let go, afraid of losing you even for a second. you feel your heart swell at his words, and you pull him even closer, pressing your lips to his as you whisper, “i’m not going anywhere, hansol. i’m right here with you.”

his breath catches in his throat, and he lets out a soft, almost broken moan, his hips moving just a little faster now, the need starting to overtake his hesitation. but still, he’s careful, gentle, every jerk of his hips driven by the overwhelming love he has for you.

“i’m so in love with u,” he whispers, “i don’t think i could ever love anyone the way i love u.” his body pressed so close against yours, making you know he means every word.

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S.COUPS on Game Caterers 2 — 2023

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❝My wife.❞

LEE SOOHYUK as PARK JOONGGIL and KIM HEESUN as KOO RYEON episode 14 of TOMORROW

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seventeen as tumblr text posts [2/?]

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VERNON SEVENTEEN 12th MINI ALBUM Official Photo VER.0 | Recoloured

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perfect - yoon jeonghan

genre: fluff, light angst (T_T while writing) | wc: 330 | husband!jeonghan x reader a/n: just my husband and i looking back at our wedding memories...

"honey, look at this one!" you giggle, showing him the polaroid.

jeonghan perks from the dining table, seeing you and the scattered pictures in the living room. curious, he makes his way to sit by you, taking the image out of your hand. "are these our..."

"wedding photos that we haven't seen? yeah..."

he scoffs playfully at the polaroid, the memory of soonyoung sobbing in his seat, too fuzzy to remember. whoever took these did no justice to him.

his fingers traced the other polaroids on the table, lingering on a particular one of the two of you. embraced in each other's arms in the middle of the dance floor, smiling like no one was watching.

"you looked beautiful that night," he says, nudging your side.

you leaned into him, cheek pressing onto his arm and eyes shifting to the picture. "you weren't too bad yourself."

he looked down at you with a smirk before tossing the polaroid back onto the table. his hands perfectly molded into yours as he pulled you up from the cushions.

"jeonghan-"

"you know," he whispers, taking you into his arms like that night of your wedding, "i really wished we could've just slow dance together all night."

you raised your brows, "our parents literally recorded like 30 minutes of us dancing."

"yeah, but not like this," he spins you gently, pulling you back into his arms.

"you're so cheesy..." you laugh quietly, melting in his arms.

he shrugs with a teasing smile. "just making up for lost time." his hands tighten around your waist, guiding you in a slow sway that mirrors the memory.

something about no wedding guests, no flashing cameras... just you and him. jeonghan could not have it any better.

"still think i wasn't too bad?" his voice low, lips hovering near your ear.

you shut your eyes, grinning as you rest your head on his chest, the steady beat of his heart like the rhythm of the instrumentals you remember. "no, you were perfect."

a/n 2: this isn't even angst LOL... i;m just gonna miss jeonghan so bad

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“Favourite.” — Choi Seungcheol

⸝⸝୭ ˚. fluff . one-shot . cute

⋆ pairings : dad!seungcheol x f!reader ⋆ warning : none! (let me know if there is ^^) ⋆ wc : 0.5k [✉️] · What could be worse than not being his own little babygirl's favourite? According to Seungcheol.

⋆ - note : yes I'm back after like one month<3.... BUT THIS IS THE FIRST DAD FIC IVE WRITTEN ^^ hope you enjoy it!

"Why? don't you like daddy?"

"No, no!"

You heard your shared bedroom filled with the sounds of your husband and daughter having a lighthearted argument. You slightly open the door and peek inside.

"What's going on?" As you ask, Seungcheol turns to face you with a pouty and sulky expression on his face.

He sat on the floor, holding your daughter in his lap while she played with her father's hair.

"Baby..." Seungcheol, your husband and the father of the little girl in his arms, pouted. You couldn't really make out who was the little kid here. The man, or the actual child?

You chuckle as you approach them and take a seat on the floor next to them. "What's wrong?"

The little girl, who was too busy messing with his hair, could not care less about what was going on around her. He sighed and looked at the her. "Sweetheart, who do you think is better? me or mommy?"

"Mommy!" The little girl chirped, finally turning to face you. With a giggle, she pushed herself free from Cheol's grasp and climbed onto your lap.

"Awh, you think I'm better?" You coo, and your daughter nods as she hugs you. Meanwhile, the man next to you was frowning.

"Not fair..." he mumbled, and turned to face both of you.

"But I let you to play with my hair, sweetheart," Seungcheol said, taking his daughter's tiny hand in his. His grip was so gentle, as if he was holding a light feather. And it melted your heart slowly.

"But I like the cookies mommy makes!" With a frown on her face, the little girl spoke. Seungcheol scooted closer to you, and looked at her with pleading eyes. But he couldn't help the way his pout faded into a faint smile at the sight of his daughter adorable frown. "I can also learn to bake cookies for you, better ones!"

You scoff playfully, "Dad can't bake better cookies than me, alright?"

Seungcheol huffed, wrapping his arm around your waist and snuggling on your side, his cheek squished against your shoulders.

"Now I got both of my girls against me," he sighed, shaking his head as he pouted.

"Too bad~" Your daughter cooed playfully, and Cheol gasped.

"Look, our daughter has learned to bully me now..."

You were enjoying the playful banter. You were enjoying Seungcheol's willingness to give up anything if it meant his daughter would choose him. You loved how soft he was for you and especially his daughter.

"Awh, look sweetheart, you made dad upset." You say, and the little girl, confused, glances between you and Cheol. She took her time processing what was going on in her tiny brain before reaching out to Seungcheol, who was burying his face in your shoulder.

"Sorry, I'm sorry..." She pouted and crawled into her father's lap, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck and hugging him.

Seungcheol didn't know whether to scream from the cuteness aggression, or just cry. But he hugged her back. His grip firm but gentle. The little girl patted his back, and he smiled at you.

"I see, I'm no longer favourite. Neither you or your dad." You joke, smiling at the sight of your husband and daughter. Seungcheol moves closer to you, wrapping his other arm around your waist.

"No, I have my two favourite girls. You and this little girl." He smiled, kissing the top of your head.

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Dokgo Rewind Preview #5

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BYUN BAEKHYUN for ELLE Korea (October, 2024)

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(920921) — happy birthday to our dearest. ♡.*･｡ﾟ #HappyChenDay #31AutumnsWithChen #31stBloomingDae

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5:05 am

Genre: fluff.

Pairing: Jeonghan x reader.

Warnings: clingy Hanni.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

"y/n, what are you doing awake at this hour?" Jeonghan yawned as he walked into the kitchen.

"I wasn't sleepy, so I was getting breakfast ready," you replied while chopping some vegetables on the kitchen counter.

A lazy Jeonghan approached you and rested his chin on your shoulder; he enjoyed doing that and watching what you were doing, it was a perfect excuse to spend time with you while you’re doing the household chores. However, this time he didn’t seem very interested in just watching your cooking skills.

"Let’s go to the bed," he said lazily, "I’ll grab something on the way to work."

"Just strawberry milk isn’t breakfast," you chuckled softly, not paying much attention, "I’m almost done, I just need to fry..."

"No," he interrupted, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I want you to come right now."

"Do you need some cuddles?" you whispered in his ear. Jeonghan didn’t say anything, just placed a delicate kiss on your shoulder and rested the side of his face against yours, gently caressing your cheek against his.

The moments of silence and everyday life were something you both enjoyed; just being in each other’s company felt like something you never wanted to part from. Jeonghan slid his hands under your pajamas to gently caress your belly; you always told him you didn’t like it, but he didn’t care, your skin was too soft and warm to resist. It brought him so much peace to feel you close.

However, it wasn’t the proper opportunity to do so…

"Jeonghan," you murmured, he made an unintelligible sound, " can I at least clean all this mess?"

"No," he held you tighter, pressing his chest against your back, "I’ll drag you if you don’t come right now."

"At least let me wash my hands so I don’t smell like onions..."

"Alright."

You waited a few seconds for him to let go, but he still clung to your body; you even thought he might fall asleep right there. You sighed as if accepting defeat.

"You're not going to let go of me, are you?"

Jeonghan laughed and hid his face in the nook of your neck.

"No."

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“cheol?” you huffed, amused and smiling down at your fiancé. “what’re you doing babe?”

he’d been doing this every single night since he proposed to you without fail. right before you two went to bed during your nightly cuddles. he’d lay on top of you— making sure his weight wasn't fully on you— and start pecking you with kisses everywhere he could reach.

well, not everywhere. he placed his kisses in the same places every night, and you couldn't figure out the pattern at all.

“kissing you,” he answered. “was it not obvious enough?”

you laughed, rubbing one hand up and down his back. “okay, let me rephrase. why are you kissing me in such random spots?”

“your moles,” he placed another kiss, right on the small mole on your collarbone. “if i kiss them enough they’ll appear in our next life, and i'll be able to find you again,” –he kissed the one under your lips, right in the middle of your chin– “and again.”

you scrunch your nose up, smiling at how absolutely cheesy your fiancé was being. you hadn't even realized he was kissing your moles, and usually you had an unconscious feel of where every single one you knew of was. you giggled ruffling up his hair with both hands and kissing his forehead. “well then, i'll just have to start doing the same to you once you're done.”

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it'll be okay. like hands on a clock, everything will go in circles back to its place. remember, we're together always. it doesn't change, i won't let go of your hand.

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Kyungsoo’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

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SEVENTEEN ✯ 240908 Cheers

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Seventeen [I Felt Helpless] Concept Photos Ver.0

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BAEKHYUN Pineapple Slice, 240908