#now sub!vernon is on my mind..

[jeonghantis]

i can’t fully explain this but. i genuinely think out of all of them vernon would like having his nipples played with. when he’s had a long day or he’s a little too tired to Give Too Much, just lying back and making breathy whines while u kiss and tweak at them? he falls apart. it makes sense to me. i don’t know why😭 i’d put jun as a second though mayb??

no i see it.. I See The Vision.

vernon only just discovering just how much he likes to get his nipples played with when you accidentally brush your fingers over his nipples in the heat of the moment as you feel him up and he lets out a stuttered Moan. then ur tweaking it intentionally again to see if u were mistaken by what you heard and again vernon is reacting so good and twitching under your touch. and then u wrap ur lips around the bud and vernon is just Gone OOOAAAA. he would def would like to be played with when he's tired too.. will be shy to ask for it the first time but :)

[hannieehaee]

TRAINING SEASON

18+ / mdi

summary: unfortunately for vernon, all his friends were gym bros, leading to constant harassment for him to join the lifestyle. after weeks of twelve men constantly bugging at him to accompany them, all it takes is one girl for vernon to finally give in.

content: strangers2friends2lovers!vernon, fitness!reader, vernon's kind of a loser here, reader is friends with the other 12, vernon's not into fitness, downbad!vernon, reader is implied to be into fitness but her body's not really described in any specific way, afab reader, smut, semi-public sex, handjob, kind of sub!vernon, dry humping, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 9.3k

a/n: not really sure why i keep writing vernon like a loser with no game lol im sure in real life he's got a ton of game lets just pretend he doesnt<3

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"C'mon, Nonnie. Come with us. Just this once."

"You don't even have to work out, we just want-"

"No, if I have to work out, he has to work out. You guys have been dragging me with you to engage in your masochist tendencies for weeks. He deserves the same treatment."

Vernon simply groaned at all the noise, uncaring of what Seungkwan, Mingyu and Jeonghan were saying, respectively. Instead, he opted to cover his face with a pillow, attempting to muffle all the noise his friends were making so early in the morning.

Then suddenly, the comfort of his blanket left him, followed by his pillow being pulled from his hold and used to deliver a swift smack against his head before being whisked away and landing on the opposite side of the room.

One more, he groaned, but this time louder. His eyes opened to find the culprit standing above him, squinting due to the sudden surge of sunlight into his vision at having opened his eyes.

"Dude, stop being a lazy piece of shit and come with us," nagged Joshua.

God, how many of them were in his apartment? It was supposed to be just him and Seungkwan who lived here, where did the rest come from?

"What time is it?" he finally grumbled out, sitting up. It's not like he had any options anyway.

"It's 9:16 in the morning," informed him Wonwoo from outside his bedroom. God, was he here too?

"Why are all of you in my apartment? Seungkwan, we agreed that-"

"We all have keys, you idiot. Now get up. We're going to the gym," this time it was Chan.

"Do all twelve of you go to the same gym at the same time? God, they must hate you."

Vernon finally sat up against his headboard, head counting a total of five of his friends currently in his room, assuming the rest to be either in his kitchen or living room.

God damn you, Boo Seungkwan.

"We're pretty well liked, actually."

A few of the members nodded along to Mingyu's rebuttal.

Yeah, that made sense. Twelve muscly and more than objectively attractive men were likely magnets for clientele over at the gym.

All the more reason to not join them.

All his friends were fitness addicts (sans Jeonghan, maybe). Simply gym bros who had developed what Vernon liked to call an unhealthy habit to exercise — despite how ironic that statement sounded. Vernon, on the other hand, had never been one to put too much emphasis on fitness. He liked his build as it was; some slightly toned muscle and a slim frame. He never really saw any need to bulk up like most of his friends, so he never gained an interest for it.

Yet his friends had tried to convince him to join them, time and time again.

Jeonghan had been the one other friend they had to convince to join them. Other than Vernon, Jeonghan was the only other member of their large friend group who had a proclivity against the gym. But his love for spending time with his friends had won him over, making him tag along just for the mere purpose of not feeling FOMO.

Now, Vernon did not have that issue. He didn't mind missing out on hang outs. He was a pretty lowkey, chill guy. Staying at home unless it was vital for him to leave, now that was more up his alley.

Except now he had twelve men nagging at him to get up, put on some basketball shorts and a flimsy tank top and join them at their gym. It had been a few weeks of this insistence, leading to this moment — all his friends breaking into his and Seungkwan's apartment in order to drag him out.

And the sad thing was that it worked. Apparently it took twenty-three consecutive days of bugging at Vernon to convince him of doing something he didn't want to do for him to budge. He hoped this didn't become some sort of pattern.

~

Vernon felt out of place.

All his friends had arrived in extremely casual fashion, immediately comfortable in the familiar environment and dispersing themselves in their respective smaller groups.

Meanwhile, even after half an hour of being there, Vernon felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb.

The agreement they'd settled on was that Vernon would try out the gym. If he didn't like it, — more like, if he truly despised it, in Seungcheol's words — they all agreed to leave him alone (other than Jeonghan, who insisted he'd move into his closet and haunt him until he came back).

So, really all Vernon had to do was hang out for an hour or two and then let his friends down easy.

It should've been easy enough considering how out of place he felt surrounded by other unfamiliar gym bros in their natural habitat.

"Dude, at least try not to look like you have no idea what a gym is."

His thoughts were interrupted by Mingyu who suddenly materialized next to him.

"Huh?"

"You've been standing here staring into the distance for five minutes. Here, just follow me. I just finished my cardio You can do arms with me and Seok today."

The statement felt like a threat. Looking at Mingyu, at his muscles, was enough to tire Vernon out. Was he supposed to keep up with that?

Still, Vernon shrugged to himself and followed after Mingyu. Something which he regretted soon after realizing it'd take an entire flight of stairs to get to what he presumed to be the area of the gym where they usually did arms. There, he found Seokmin and Chan, seemingly already in the middle of some set of some workout while Jeonghan sat on a bench press with a coffee in hand.

"You're actually gonna work out? I thought you'd just go to the spa room," commented Jeonghan upon spotting him approaching.

"There's a spa here? Sick."

"And you can use it after a few sets with me. Follow me, let's go figure out how much you can lift," once again, Vernon began to trail after Mingyu towards the stack of dumbbells on a mirrored wall nearby.

"Oh, Y/N was looking for you earlier, by the way," Seokmin stopped Mingyu before he could walk away.

"Y/N? What for?"

"Your bet, you idiot. She said she can bench press 80 pounds now. You owe her $50," interjected Chan, setting down the two dumbbells he'd been holding.

"Nah, no way," Mingyu crossed his arms, "Where's she at?"

"Are we going to get the weights or-"

"Hold on, 'Sol," Gyu interrupted him, "I have something to settle."

"She just went to fill up her water. She should be back soon," added Seokmin.

"Who's Y/N?", Vernon asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?", snickered Jeonghan.

"What does that even me-"

"Chan, just hand me those weights. Vernon should be able to lift those," Mingyu reached over to Chan, grabbing the dumbbells he'd been using with an ease that made it seem like they were weightless.

But this theory proved to be wrong the moment Mingyu attempted to hand them over to an unsuspecting Vernon. Embarrassingly enough, the most predictable thing happened.

But what was most embarrassing was the timing. Suddenly the main character of the conversation showed up, just as Vernon's hands failed to hold onto the heavy weights, dropping them at his feet and barely missing a hospital visit by a few inches. His hands had stupidly attempted to catch them mid flight, but it only resulted in him almost falling over, body now bent down as he caught himself before falling.

That's when he saw an unfamiliar pair of converse standing in front of him.

"Hey- oh, shit!" were the first words he heard from you just as he created the biggest clanking sound resonating through the entire floor.

Looking up with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment on his face, he found you standing right in front of him. Like his own, your expression showed surprise, though he also found amusement in it. In any other situation, he may have laughed along with you (and the rest of his friends who he heard cackling from behind him), but this instance was different.

Because Vernon hadn't expected for a girl his friends had merely mentioned in passing to look like you. Makeup-less and in some worn band shirt with some tiny spandex underneath, you had Vernon's mouth catching flies.

Vernon didn't have a type. Was never one to care for appearances too much. But he suddenly found himself gulping at the sight in front of him. Your eyes stated down at him with some sort of wonder, and he felt a sickly feeling in him that told him he wanted them on him at all times from then on — even if it was due to something embarrassing he'd done.

An incredibly out of character thought for Vernon to have, but here he was.

Instead of picking up the dumbbells he'd stupidly dropped and introducing himself as he usually would've done, his brain malfunctioned along with his body. Losing balance as he straightened himself up, he stammered out what he believed to be a greeting (though he wasn't too sure; he was too distracted by you) while Mingyu offered him support to properly stand.

"Hi?", you responded, "Sorry, was that my fault?", you turned to the other members with slight concern.

A soft slapping sound resounded as Mingyu patted Vernon on the back, chuckling over at your concerned expression.

"Nah, you're fine. Vernon's hand-eye coordination just isn't that good."

"Dude, you handed me like a hundred pounds with no warning!", Vernon recoiled from his touch, attempting to save some of his dignity.

"That was just forty on each dumbbell actually," corrected Chan.

Vernon groaned internally.

Thank you, Chan. Make him look like even more of a wimp than he already did.

"Uh, anyways. Hi, I'm Vernon," he extended his hand out dumbly.

"Oh, you're Vernon?," your hand squeezed his own (a feeling which Vernon would have to get back to later), "I've been looking forward to meeting you," you smiled before letting go.

"Uh, what?"

He was really killing it today.

"What Hansolie here means to say is, it's nice to meet you too," Mingyu interjected, "Now, onto more important matters - I want evidence," he said in reference to the previous subject.

"Not even a 'hello'? Not even gonna let me get to know your friend?", you looked over at him with a grin that Vernon was too flustered to return.

Before he could even consider interjecting, Mingyu grabbed onto your wrist, pulling you over to the bench press Jeonghan had been sitting on to demonstrate the skill Seokmin had declared you'd been looking to show off to Mingyu. Jeonghan got up as soon as you approached, giving you a grin that told Vernon you were familiar with each other before walking over to where Vernon was standing. He seemed to always keep some distance between himself and any actual exercise. Respectable.

Without even needing to be asked, Seokmin and Chan stood nearby, ready to spot you in case it were necessary while Mingyu helped you load the weights onto the bar.

"So. She's cute, huh?", Jeonghan leaned over to Vernon's side, voice low to ensure the others didn't hear.

"Huh?"

"Y/N. She's really pretty, isn't she?"

"Dude, shut up."

The elder simply snickered, going back to slurping at the basically empty cup of iced coffee he'd been nursing this entire time.

Vernon continued watching you, spacing out from any commentary the other boys had been giving you as you began a set, instead solely focused on you.

As you laid on the bench, your shirt rode up, exposing the tiniest spandex shorts that dug into the muscle hidden under them. Your back arched in order to lift the weighted bar, giving him perfect sight of your silhouette despite the baggy shirt you had on.

God, your body was sculpted ridiculously. Your body was toned, which showed through perfectly from the position you were currently in. The sweat dampening your clothes didn't help matters either.

Vernon wasn't one to thirst on a random Tuesday afternoon, yet here he was, eyes glued to you as if he hadn't just met you. He might've felt more guilty, but both you and his friends were too distracted to notice him, so he let himself indulge this one time.

But then Jeonghan interrupted again.

"Are you sure you don't think she's pretty?", he snickered.

"Fuck, fine! Yes, she's obviously very pretty. What do you want?", he took his eyes away from you to face the manifestation of annoying standing next to him, a satisfied grin on his face.

"Nothing. I was just wondering," he shrugged, lying through his teeth.

Meanwhile, two of his other friends were cheering you on while Mingyu half-heartedly attempted at trash talking you into failing. Even as you carried what to Vernon was incomprehensible weight, you cursed out at Mingyu, something which Vernon appreciated.

Fuck. You were cool.

You were pretty, clearly very confident, strong, got along with his friends, and just incredibly cool. And Vernon had only known you for like ten minutes.

Was this a crush? Did he have a crush on a girl he'd just met?

He was 26. Crushes were so high school, what the hell was happening to him?

"Dude, are you blushing?"

"Han, I swear to god-"

"Oh my god, you are!", the way his eyes lit up at the realization was like it was christmas morning to him. Jeonghan had a strange fascination with mischief Vernon never really understood.

"Who's blushing?"

And suddenly there was another presence next to him, coming to a halt to watch you on what was now your second set of bench presses.

"Nonnie's in love," Jeonghan snickered.

"Shit, with who? Wait, don't tell me," Hoshi stopped for a second to ponder before shaking his head as he gave up, "Never mind. Tell me."

Vernon shook his head. He was friends with idiots.

"Y/N!"

"Dude, not so loud!", Vernon's eyes widened, face only going back to its natural poker face when he noticed you were still being entertained by his three loud friends.

"Dude, wait, that makes sense. They'd make the perfect couple," Hoshi gasped at the revelation., "They're both movie freaks and couch potatoes. But Y/N's way cooler than Vernon," he added.

Jeonghan nodded along in agreement.

You were into movies? You didn't give him the vibe of a couch potato, though. I mean, you were lying there, immense weight on your hands as you challenged the biggest gym buff he knew.

Vernon was about to question them on this assessment. They'd clearly thought about this before, which he wasn't sure whether it was good news for his newfound crush or not. But before he could at least complain at the slight thrown at him, he heard cheering from the spot where he'd been watching you, finally turning back to face you.

"Dude, three sets of eighty pounds with your frame? You're crazy. You might actually be stronger than Mingyu," Seokmin praised you as he offered up a high-five.

"I can do 200 pounds-"

"But you're a tree. It doesn't count," Chan disregarded him, instead choosing to join Seokmin in dapping you up.

Vernon hadn't noticed as he watched you, but Hoshi and Jeonghan had also joined in, leaving him alone in watching you from a small distance away. He went back to feeling kind of out of place.

But he liked seeing his friends with you. It was odd. He'd met many of his friends' friends, but he always felt entirely indifferent about them.

You were different. Vernon felt himself smiling as he watched you snatch the $50 from Mingyu's hand and turn to Hoshi and Jeonghan with a triumphant smile on your face.

And then you looked past them, spotting him and walking the few steps over to him.

"So, gonna congratulate me, new guy?"

He scoffed in amusement.

"I'm new?"

"Here? Clearly. I have seniority at this gym. Now, be a gentleman and congratulate me on robbing your friend of $50."

Vernon couldn't help but return your satisfied smile. You were fun.

"Congrats. Well deserved," he chose to say. He needed to remain nonchalant after his earlier embarrassment.

"Now, c'mon. I'm buying everyone something from the snack bar to celebrate Gyu's defeat," you turned back to head over to the guys, Vernon now following along.

"Fifty's probably not gonna be enough for six people-", someone spoke, Vernon wasn't sure who, too focused on walking by your side.

"It's fine. Gyu'll pay the difference," you shrugged.

"Hey!"

Were you into him? Were you into Mingyu?

You'd been pretty friendly with all his friends that day, but it was impossible not to notice the special attention you paid to Mingyu. But then again, who didn't have a soft spot for Mingyu?

There was no indication you liked him, or that he'd even left some sort of impression on you. If anything, you probably remembered him as the idiot who almost took out both your and his foot. Or maybe as the dumbass who couldn't lift the measly forty-pound dumbbells Chan had been carrying with ease.

Meanwhile, you'd looked for Mingyu, looking far too happy to tease him and take his money.

Maybe Vernon was behind on the current dating world, but the two of you gave him more-than-friends vibes.

But then again, Mingyu held a flirtationship with literally everyone who came into his vicinity. Hell, he was pretty sure he'd at some point flirted with him without realizing it. Except this was an instance in which Vernon needed to be sure before he made a move. Not that he was too scared to do it or anything ...

Sadly for Vernon, he had been too much of a wuss to ask Mingyu about you directly, so he went for someone who he hoped wouldn't tease him.

"So, uhm, do you know Y/N?"

God, he sounded so needy. He was usually smoother than this. He had game. Right?

He'd decided that Joshua his safest bet. He was the only one out of all the guys who could maybe be normal about his curiosity about you.

Joshua could only chuckle at him. His eyes were too focused on scooping at the remnants of the fro-yo Vernon had bought him under the pretense of just hanging out. Casual.

"So you've met. You like her, huh?"

"Dude, what is this? Why does everyone keep asking me that? We've met once," Vernon frowned.

Was he that easy to read?

Joshua shrugged, "She seems like your type. She's single too."

"She is?"

"So you are interested," Joshua grinned.

He groaned. Did all his friends have to be such instigators? Men were the nosier gender, he was sure.

"Listen-"

"It's fine, 'Sol. I don't judge you. She's very pretty. Fun too."

"You talked to Jeonghan, didn't you?"

"Yeah. He told me you almost broke your foot in front of her and proceeded to fuck her with your eyes for like ten minutes straight. Not your finest moment."

Maybe Vernon's memory was failing him, but he was pretty sure those weren't the actual events that happened. Sure, he'd made the entire situation way more embarrassing in his head, but it hadn't been that bad. Right?

"I did not eye-fuck her," he rebutted, "I checked her out. I don't think she really noticed, though."

"Is that good? Wouldn't you rather just ask her out?"

"Uh, am I even her type?", Vernon scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as he reclined back on his chair, "She seemed to be kind of into Mingyu."

"Dude."

"Listen, it's just-"

"Mingyu just has that effect on people. They don't like each other. Not like that. They're just friends," clarified Joshua, "We all met when we started going to this gym last May. She just became closest to Gyu and Kyeom cause they practically live there."

"So they've never ..."

"No, man, I swear. You can ask Gyu. Or better yet, ask her out,."

"It's not that easy!", Vernon grumbled, hand crumbling the fro-yo container in his hand.

"Why not? You've never had trouble with girls. That's Channie. He's a mess," Josh chuckled.

There was just something about you. Vernon had never become this infatuated with someone. It was kind of embarrassing.

"She just ... She makes me nervous for some reason," Vernon admitted, "She's friends with all my best friends and I never even knew about her. She's funny and cool and confident, and-"

"And she's hot," finished Joshua for him.

"She's so fucking hot, man," Vernon groaned as Joshua chuckled.

"So, what, do you think she's out of your league or something?"

"Maybe? You tell me. I need an objective opinion," Vernon said with more seriousness than intended.

Joshua pretended to mull over it, hand scratching at chin as he started up to contemplate it up until Vernon groaned at him to stop.

"Dude, you're such an idiot. I'm not answering that. Just ask her out!"

All Joshua received in response was a muffled groan as Vernon let himself fall back on his chair. The dramatics felt necessary to him at that moment.

"So, are you going to keep going to the gym?", Joshua laughed at his friend.

"I'm a man on a mission."

"Lost?"

"Fuck! Wh- Oh, shit, hi. Sorry, you scared me," Vernon's hand clutched at his chest in surprise, ears slightly red in embarrassment.

Did he really have to embarrass himself every time he saw you?

"Sorry I keep catching you off guard," you chuckled, "You just looked kind of lost. You've been staring into space for the past three minutes."

"Oh, uh, right. It's only my second time here. I'm not sure where all the guys went," he mumbled.

Now facing you, he tried to take quick note of your appearance. You'd come from the opposite direction as him, meaning you'd likely only gotten here just now. That explained the lack of sweat and your pristine hair, as opposed to last time. It made him wonder what you looked like on a regular basis, outside of the context of the gym.

"Right. Well, they usually go to the basketball court on Sundays, so most of them are probably there now. I hate playing sports with Han and Boo, so I usually just avoid them," you explained.

You seemed to have a great hold on his friends' gym lifestyle.

"We could go look for them," you began, "Or we could hang out on our own."

You smiled at him expectantly. It was a cute and innocent smile, as if you'd been hoping for an opportunity to get him alone.

"Do you, uh, do you mean in the gym?"

You nodded, "C'mon. I'm sure none of the guys actually showed you around, did they?", he shook his head, "Men suck. I'll give you a tour, y'know since you're new," you extended your hand out to him, eyes expectant.

With no time (nor dignity) to wipe his hand of any possible sweat, he grabbed onto your own, gulping at your hold.

This was moving faster than he thought. But then again, you probably just felt comfortable around him due to his association with the rest of your friends. It must be that.

Once you made it out of the general area of the gym, you let go of his hand, now opting for walking side by side instead. The place was quite spacious, so it gave more than enough room for the two of you to take your time walking without getting into anyone's ways. Not that Vernon wanted to extend his time with you as much as possible or anything.

"So, how come you've never been here before?", you suddenly asked whilst showing him what you'd donned as the 'poser gym buff' part of the gym. It looked like it, considering it was filled with shirtless muscular men, all ignoring the blatant 'No Nudity Allowed' sign you'd just walked by.

"Uh, before I answer that - How much did the guys tell you about me?"

You chuckled, "Just, stuff. I'd rather hear it from you, though."

Then you smiled at him again. As if you had no idea it messed with his brain chemistry.

"Just, uhm, not really a gym guy like the other guys. Not sporty, like at all. Always got hit by balls in P.E. Kwan drags me to street basketball matches sometimes, but I always end up embarrassing myself. Oh, and I can't really lift, as you probably noticed the other day," he found himself rambling. Very unusual of him.

"Hmm. Yeah, I can see why you don't come to the gym with the rest of them," you laughed, "But I think you should. You bring a nice balance to whatever's going on with the rest."

"Well, uh, I could be persuaded," he made his attempt at flirting, internally cursing at himself while also praying that it didn't fall flat and force him to never show his face in front of you again.

"Oh, really? I think I could help with that," your tone turned a little softer as you gave him a suggestive smile, "Wanna go check out the pool with me? It's usually empty this time of day."

"Oh, uh, yes! I- uh, yeah," he mumbled his way through, gulping when you took his hand again and led him out of the room.

That's when Vernon's mind started going a mile a minute, but instead of freaking out, he let himself be taken away by you.

~

So, maybe taking you up on your offer to use the pool hadn't been the best idea.

Everything was fine. Really. The pool area was pretty clean and the water felt nice. The temperature was just perfect, allowing for anyone who wanted a quick dip to enjoy themselves without risking frostbite like at the local community pool.

Only issue was you.

According to all prior experience, you had proven to be nothing but a health concern for Vernon since meeting you only a few days ago.

Despite the lukewarm water, Vernon was burning up.

Who thought it'd be a good idea to go to the pool, alone, with his crush as she paraded herself around in a sad excuse for a bikini? Was this even allowed? He was seeing too much skin. Which wasn't an issue for Vernon! He'd never call himself a prude, but ... In this one instance, he wished for some of puritanical rule to prevent him from having to see you swim laps in a bikini that left very little to his imagination.

Except, of course, the material in front of him did give him a lot of room for some very imaginative thoughts.

Vernon had no option but to dip his feet in the pool, sitting at the edge with a towel on his lap in order to cover what he was sure was a small chub growing under his trousers. Meanwhile, he watched you swim for a good ten minutes, dreading the moment you stopped and approached him again.

"Are you really not going to swim with me?", you called from afar, having reached the other side of the pool, "The water's so nice and there's no one here."

"Uhm, nope, I hate getting wet. I'll just watch you," he slapped himself mentally as soon as he said it.

"Well, I wanna get to know you," you told him as you exited the pool, killing Vernon with every step you took in his direction up until you sat next to him. Your legs were practically touching.

"Hi," you smiled at him.

There was an air of confidence you carried every time you spoke to him. He was half sure you were fully aware of his crush and were simply banking on it.

"Hi," he said back, unknowing of where to settle his eyes.

You likely caught onto this, giggling under your breath.

"Vernon."

"Yeah?", he looked to you. He deliberately avoided looking at any of your bare skin, staring directly into your eyes with widened eyes.

"You can look at me, you know. I want you to."

"Oh, uh, I- I didn't want to be rude or anyth- Wait, what?"

You giggled again, "You're funny. Are you this much of a mess with everyone else, or am I getting special treatment?"

"Special treatment for sure."

Again, you laughed. Good. At least he wasn't fucking this up.

"You know, the guys told me you were this ... very stoic and chill type of guy. I was wondering if I'd get to see that guy if I got you alone. But you're even worse without the guys around to hackle you," you accused jokingly.

"So you're doing this on purpose?"

He turned his body to face you more, allowing for your knees to actually knock together this time. The dampness of your skin graced his leg, but it was your bare touch that made him shiver. Still, he felt like less of a loser now. He had somewhat of a handle on the conversation this time around.

"Depending what you mean by 'this.'"

"The bikini? Getting me alone? Sitting this close to me knowing I have to override my brain in order to not look anywhere past your eyes?"

Okay, he was flirting now, apparently. Unexpected, but he welcomed it. His mouth was going faster than his brain. But the slight shift in your expression told him it was a welcomed development.

"Yes," you bit back a smile as you confirmed it, "I wanted to see whether the feeling was mutual or if you were just socially incompetent. No offense."

"None taken. And, uh, what's your verdict?"

"I think it'd be more fun if you tell me," you challenged.

Either he was crazy or you were gradually leaning closer to him. Or maybe it was him. Both? Either way, the proximity increased.

"I do like you. It's painfully obvious and probably worrying how much since we've only met once, but I even went asking my friends about you," he found himself admitting.

"Really? That's funny, because I was asking Mingyu about you," you revealed.

So you didn't like Mingyu. Noted.

"Oh? I, uh, what'd he say?"

You hummed, scooting over and shamelessly laying one of your legs atop his, body leaning completely towards his own. The distance between you was practically nonexistent now, with your eyes even zeroing in on his lips as you spoke.

"He told me you can be shy sometimes. That I should help you out a little."

"A-and, are you? Going to help me out, I mean," he could hear his own gulp.

"Nope," you popped the 'p,' "I want you to take what you want."

"That's ... You're kind of mean," he chuckled breathlessly.

You chuckled back, but you were clearly frustrated by how much he was dragging it.

Without having to move, his arm wrapped around you, courtesy of you literally taking it and placing it on your hip. He was obedient, so he followed along. Next, your hand placed itself on his cheek, tilting his head down and abolishing any sort of distance left. Your lips were practically touching now.

"Vernon, just do it. I want you to. I really want you to."

And so he kissed you.

Immediately, you deepened it, taking control of it all.

All you wanted was for him to take the first step, which in reality he didn't. You held all the power, which you knew. Still, he enjoyed this. He liked that you knew the effect you had on him and that you knew what to do with it.

Plus, he'd be an idiot to complain about your sticking your tongue in his mouth.

Like any thinking, breathing man, he continued to kiss you, not bothering to stifle any groans he left against your lips. He completely disregarded the fact that you were in a public space, that anyone could walk in at any moment — maybe even one of his friends. But it was hard to care when your fingers tangled through the tresses of his hair and sucked at his tongue.

The kiss only stopped when you harshly pulled at his hair, physically removing his face from your own. He mumbled out a few complaints as you did, but eventually woke up from his trance and cleared his throat as you pulled away.

"It's almost 1 o'clock," you said, but all he paid attention to were your swollen lips, "There's a swimming class at one," you began getting up, towering over Vernon as you dried yourself up, "So unless you want to get a fine for fondling in private property, we should go."

You held out your hand for him to stand up, surprising Vernon when your stance didn't falter when helping lift up his weight. That's when he was reminded about your affinity for weight lifting. Hot.

The fleeting thought of you manhandling him crossed through his mind, but he shook it away not wanting to risk a boner at the gym.

"You planned this, didn't you?"

"Maybe. But it's more fun like this, isn't it?", you giggled as you walked away.

Vernon shook his head to himself as he watched you — very focused on the show you gave him as you walked away.

Vernon continued to see you on an almost daily basis after that — or at least every day in which he got dragged to the gym. Except maybe not in the way that he had hoped.

After that time in which you led him to the privacy of the empty pool patio, the two of you did not spend any time alone. Every single time he saw you was exclusively at the gym, with all the other guys in your immediate vicinity. He didn't even get the chance to speak to you, mostly unable to due to your attention being shared between thirteen men seemingly starved for attention (with him being the biggest culprit).

Like a dumbass, he didn't ask for your number at any time. His shyness around you had mostly left him, but he was still an awkward idiot when it came to taking further steps towards you.

And it wasn't as if you'd stopped provoking him. If anything, your efforts had doubled. Your gym outfits went from baggy shirts and spandex to tiny little sets that showed off as much skin as possible — he had even confirmed with Seungkwan that this was a brand new development in your wardrobe. You were insistent in eyeing him down any time it was his turn to do some sets. You'd bite your lip and stare at him as if you wanted to jump him on the spot. It was safe to say that this messed with his performance (not that he had good form in the first place).

A week of this went by, making him slowly lose his mind. All of his friends became privy to his frustrations, but he was mostly met with mockery. Some told him he was an idiot, that he should just grow some balls and ask you to come over to his apartment. Others simply laughed at how weak he was under your attention.

On the eighth day of this hell, he finally decided to do something about it. If you wanted to play with his sanity, then he'd feed right into it. He didn't care to look like a wimp or like he was down bad for you — he was both of those things, and proud.

Mondays were the day in which the guys went to the gym at night rather than during the day. Something about a lower influx of people at that specific time. And you, you had a tendency of attending the gym at the same time as them most of the time, which meant you were also present.

It was almost closing time by the time the guys were done working out that day. Vernon had to endure three hours due to their insistence that they 'might as well stay til closing.'

As they began to pack up, of course Mingyu managed to hold up the part-timers who were about to close, wondering if it'd be fine to stay an extra ten minutes so a few of his friends could catch the showers they desperately needed. Being Mingyu, of course the part-timers didn't stand a chance to his charms.

Vernon decided to take this as an opportunity to find you alone. The guys (who loved to hog your attention, apparently) would finally be out of his way while he sought you out. It was the perfect chance to at least ask you for your number. Before you left the guys and headed over to the girls' locker rooms, you made sure to eye Vernon far too suggestively for him to misunderstand your intentions. Or at least he hoped so.

For once, Vernon was thankful for Mingyu's habit to befriend every person in his vicinity, as his yapping allowed Vernon to sneak into the women's locker rooms to find you there. It was also thanks to him that he'd be able to you alone rather than accidentally bump into some other gym-goer. He made a mental note to thank him later before beginning his search for you.

This search didn't last long. It was clear to Vernon as soon as he crossed the threshold to the showers in the girl's locker room that you'd been expecting him.

In nothing but a towel, you stood next to a running shower, lower lip trapped under your teeth as you eyed him down. No words to be exchanged. All you had to do was extend your hand out to him for him to finally unfreeze and do something.

Immediately, you dropped your towel and dragged him into the shower, pulling him in so that he'd have you pinned up against the dampened wall. His gym clothes got soaked, but he figured it was worth the temporary inconvenience. Especially when your hands began pawing at him to get undressed within seconds of kissing him.

Just like last time, Vernon lost all sense of time and space in the kiss. His hands were way less awkward than he was, confident in their touching of your body. The wetness of the running water only added to it all, allowing Vernon's hands to easily slide across every curve.

"You took too long to make a move," you huffed into his lips.

Your hands expressed frustration. They glided through his dampening hair, pulling it in order to get his mouth to open for access for your tongue. It was clear to him you had a tendency to take what you wanted, and he was ready to be completely consumed by you.

"I told you," he mumbled, "you make me act like an idiot."

That pulled a chuckle from you as your lips traveled down the wet skin of his neck. Teeth pulled lightly at the skin there, surely leaving reddened marks behind their wake. Every bite and suckle was met by a squeeze of your hips, courtesy of Vernon's needy hands.

"So I'm not being too forward? This is fine?", you pulled away for half a second before Vernon grumbled as he reconnected your lips. You chuckled at his neediness.

"Please be as forward as humanly possible. It's hot."

The two of you continued kissing. Had it not been for the echoing of the water hitting the floor, Vernon was sure the obscene sound of your kissing would've made him blush. It wasn't like him to play tonsil tennis in public like this, but you made his common sense leave his body.

Then you made things all the worse for him.

Pulling away, you eyed him before wrapping your hand around him. Vernon made the mistake of looking down, finding your hand slowly working him, pace so slow it was surely meant to tease. He groaned as he looked back up, eyes becoming stuck at your bare tits for the first time since you'd dropped your towel for him.

"You're so fucking hot," he groaned almost pained.

"Yeah? You too, baby," you grinned as you sped up your hand.

Baby? Was he baby now? Fuck.

"I- fuck, this won't be fun if you keep going," he winced despite the increasing pleasure. This only encouraged you to make things even worse for him, though. Your lips attached to his neck again, dick now being grasped with both hands as one worked him and the other tended to his balls.

"I'm having fun," a breath was felt against his skin as you chuckled between kisses to his chest, "I want you to cum right here," you laid one last kiss before moving to his ear, licking and pulling at the lobe, "If you're good, you'll get me on my knees after."

Vernon almost lost it then. He didn't care what you'd ask of him. He needed this. At no other point in his life had he ever needed something as much as he needed to obey your every whim.

He groaned and buried his face in your neck as his hands continued to fondle at you. They took turns between your ass and your breasts, losing any decorum they had left. This was the only pleasure he could give you while you jerked him off, but you loved it. Your pretty sighs against his ear told him that you were getting off on the effect you had on him. His lack of control as he felt you up to his heart's contentment had you reeling. It was sickening how much he enjoyed that knowledge.

"'m gonna cum, fuck. Shit, I need- oh, fuck," he babbled. You squeezed and twisted and played at his cock in ways that had nonsensical words leaving his lips. No further coherent cries left him whilst you had your fun with him.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me," you continued to instigate.

As per usual, he was yours to toy with. His body followed your instructions before he could even process your words. The cum splattered on your stomach before trailing down and going down the drain, washed away by the wasted water.

Again, you kissed him, this time without the separation of your hand on his dick standing between you. His arms held onto you tighter than before as he pulled you as close as possible. Sensitivity sparked on his dick when you began absentmindedly grinding against him. Despite the water surrounding you, he was sure it was your own wetness that he felt as you humped him.

When he let his hand explore between your legs, he had to bite back a groan. You were incredibly soaked, instantly dampening his fingers with your nectar.

Your sigh of pleasure against his lips told him all he needed to know as he felt between your legs. A tiny nod from you was confirmation that you wanted him, so his fingers entered you. But not before teasing at your folds with a hard knuckle, up until you bit his lip and grumbled at him.

"Shit, you're tight."

"I'll be tighter when you fuck me," you moaned.

"I, fuck, yeah? You'll let me fuck you, baby?", he breathed out, beginning to scissor his fingers in and out of you, curling where he knew would have you keening for him.

You gasped out a moan, hands digging into his chest in a worthless attempt to both pull and push him away. Head thrown back, Vernon took advantage to scrape his teeth on the skin there, sucking lightly at the points that had you shuddering. His read on your body was immediate. It gave him a surge of confidence to note every little reaction you had to him. Every moan and every gasp was taken in by him, stored in his hippocampus for future use.

"Oh, fuck, right there, shit, Vernon," you whimpered.

Long fingers, pointed and curled in a come-hither motion began repeating their movements. Touching that spongy part of you, Vernon continued to pull cries out of you, uncaring that anyone could walk by and hear you despite the running shower. The water was beginning to run cold, but your orgasm mattered more to Vernon.

"'m gonna cum, Nonnie," you warned, letting your head fall onto his shoulder.

"Cum, shit. Wanna fuck you so bad."

You tightened at that, causing his hardening length to twitch at the thought of you wanting him as much as he did you — though that was impossible to him.

When your orgasm found you, Vernon knew he was in out of his depth. Your back curled as his free hand held you up against him, causing your chest to dig into his own. Head thrown back and fingers digging into his biceps, you were a sight he would never forget. A low groan of his own mixed with your breathy whines at the mere view of your pleasure overtaking you in such a way — and because of him!

His fingers continued to play at your middle throughout your orgasm, refusing to stop toying at your swollen clit until you whined at him to stop with a halfhearted grumble.

He chuckled at the sight. Somehow you managed to look adorable to him right after what had just happened between you.

Just when he thought you'd stop to at least take a breather, you cupped his face and pulled him in for another kiss. His fingers were still dripping with you, hand simply flying between your bodies to ensure he didn't get your own substances on you. But shocking him once again, you pulled away, grabbing onto his hand and slipping his fingers in your mouth.

Eyeing him down as you sucked at his fingers, his mouth shot open, letting out a silent groan at the sight — Depraved. That's the only way Vernon could describe himself at that moment as he watched your eyes roll back as you sucked at his digits in your mouth.

"I wanna suck your dick," you deadpanned as soon as you pulled his fingers out of your mouth.

All he could do was choke on his own spit, full well knowing that his dick twitched against his stomach, gracing your own due to the proximity between you.

"I, you don't have to-"

"But I want to. Do you not?"

Your head tilted and your eyebrows furrowed as if you were confused by his hesitation. He was confused too.

As much as he wanted to take you up on your offer, — and very enthusiastically so — he knew there was no way he could last more than one more orgasm (and that was saying a lot).

And despite the thought of you on your knees, mouth wrapped around him as you eyed him in that way you knew made him feel faint making him almost lose his mind, what he wanted most at that moment (or ever, he was pretty sure) was to be inside you.

The thirst he felt for you at that moment was unmatched. It was a sickly feeling considering he'd only known you for a bit over a week, yet your effect on him had been immediate — That, and the fact that you were standing in front of him, completely nude and dripping wet (everywhere), eyeing him like you wanted to devour him until there was no man left in him.

"I wanna fuck you," his voice broke as he said it, a testament to how needy he felt in that moment.

"Yeah?"

There was that pleased, teasing smile on your lips again. And then a hand wrapped around him again, but this time directing him towards your center, holding him hostage as his tip graced at your mound.

"Like this? Want me against the wall? While the guys wait for me to finish 'showering'?", you were challenging him, he knew it.

He took the bait.

For the nth time, your lips connected in a heavy kiss. It was dubious whose spit made its way to his chin, but that was the last thing he had in his mind.

Grabbing onto your toned thigh, he lifted it to wrap around his waist, pushing himself up against you even closer, ridding you of even the smallest inch of distance. Meanwhile, your hand led his cock to your entrance, teasing yourself (and him) by running it up and down your slit, stopping to circle his tip on your clit.

Vernon's forehead fell against yours with a groan at the feeling of your warmth, a whimper leaving him when you took that chance to lick into his mouth, beginning to push him inside, but only the tip.

"F-fuck, please," he pleaded against your lips.

"Begging now?", you chuckled.

"I'll beg every time if it means you'll let me fuck you."

And he meant it more than he realized. Whimpers left his mouth as soon as you began leading him in, legs shaking and a sigh of relief leaving his lips at finally being inside you.

You were so tight, so hot, so fucking wet. He could feel his eyes itching to roll back all the way to his brain at how perfect you felt. Grabby fingers held onto your damp skin, uncaring that the water hitting his back was now cold and only proved as an obstacle to fucking you. Any surrounding circumstances were locked up in the back burner. His brain was just a constant repetition of yesyesyesyes as he willed himself not to cum within the first minute.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking good ..." he groaned out.

"I'll feel even better when you move," you huffed out a breath.

"Just one second, baby. You feel so good, I'm sorry."

Readjusting his hands on your hips, he brought you closer, raising the leg you had wrapped around him a bit and leaning you upwards. From this angle, he began to move, starting off slow to test the waters. And god, did that reward him.

The prettiest sigh he'd ever heard left your lips, accompanied by subsequent gasps of pleasure. Sharp nails dug into his back, petulant in their attempt to pull him closer, but the took it like a champ.

"Nonnie, fuck! R-right there!", you cried out.

And then he was gone.

He was no longer himself. No longer caring to extend his orgasm and only worried about hitting that spot. The spot that had your back arching and your chest pressing onto his. That same spot that morphed your face in a way that Vernon knew he'd remember for endless nights after this.

Continuing to piston desperately into you. Strength he didn't know he had suddenly took over as he manhandled your body as he wished. Every thrust was accompanied by your own attempts at pushing back against him, leading to a depraved harmony of slapping skin and gasps of pleasure.

"Didn't, shit, didn't think you were this strong," you hiccuped out.

"That's what good pussy does to a man," he joked, but deep down probably meant it.

You tried to laugh, but the sound was interrupted by another moan, head throwing itself back and resting against the shower wall. You tightened yourself around him then, groaning something out to him about not making you laugh. He couldn't really process it when you were suctioning him in so deliciously.

Soon enough, he felt his high approaching, making him panic and accelerate the speed of his thrusts. His mind was going a mile a minute as he attempted to take you down with him, mumbling out expletives into your skin, huffing and groaning at the way you internmently tightened around him.

"Need you to cum with me, okay? Please, it'll be so fucking embarrassing if you don't."

You chuckled between gasps, pulling him in for a kiss, "I'm there, just, fuck, keep doing that."

He was far too gone, lips barely able to kiss back in the midst of his orgasm taking over. He couldn't do this. Couldn't handle how good it all felt. Couldn't deal with your tongue in his mouth or your nails digging into his skin, much less with the sudden strangulation your cunt performed on his cock as your own orgasm arrived. And then your high pitched moans came into the picture, making him truly lose his mind.

"It's so good, oh god, so fucking good. You feel so- fuck, shit, so tight, baby," he babbled against your lips.

"So good, hmm? Fucking me so good, Non," you moaned back.

Vernon swore he blacked out after that, not knowing what happened as soon as the dramatic influx of pleasure reached him. The aftermath was full of dizziness and a feeling of fulfillment Vernon had never experienced before. It was like waking up from an amazing nap, except this time he was still plunged deeply into the prettiest girl he'd ever seen as she pressed lazy kisses to his chest.

"Are you alive?", you asked when you reached his lips, pecking them once, twice, thrice before he tried deepening it, only to find you pulling away with a giggle.

"Maybe not. I'd be fine if I wasn't. That would've been a great way to go."

"You're funny after sex," you noted.

"It's a little easier when I'm already inside you. It's less nerve-wracking that way."

"Yeah? So are you gonna go back to stuttering through every sentence once you pull out?", you tightened yourself around him to somehow prove your point, making him wince.

"Nope. Staying here. I'll even risk hypothermia with this cold ass water," that earned him another laugh and even a kiss.

"Okay, Romeo. Mingyu can only hold off the part-timers for so long, c'mon," you pressed your hands on his chest, making him groan but follow along to your instruction as per usual. — maybe this was something to look into. Later.

~

"I was not expecting that from you," you breathed out a laugh once you were dressed, exiting the dressing room hand-in-hand.

You were kidding. Maybe.

"I told you I'm not as socially awkward as I seem. I'm just an idiot around you," he chuckled. His hand swung back and forth with yours jovially.

He was very happy right now. Sue him.

"Well, a very skilled idiot, then."

He laughed along with you as you approached the main lobby, finding two familiar men leaning against a wall. It was clear in their demeanor that they'd been waiting a while, with Mingyu sighing in frustration when he spotted you.

"Half an hour? What could you have been doing in there for half an hour?", whined Seokmin.

"Well-"

"Don't. Rhetorical question," interrupted Mingyu.

The two of you snickered, walking past them and towards the exit. Both boys exchanged a look as they followed slightly behind you.

"Hold on. No 'thank you'?", Mingyu interrupted again.

Mingyu stopped you from walking away, grabbing onto your arm so you'd turn around and subsequently causing your hand to disconnect from Vernon's

You sighed in exaggerated annoyance, "Fine. Thank you, Gyu. I guess I owe you one."

"Wait, what?", Vernon looked quizzically at you both.

Mingyu grinned stupidly at both of you, with an equally idiotic Seokmin standing next to him with a mirrored expression.

"She asked us if we could stall so she'd get you alone," Mingyu started.

"I was just going to pull the fire alarm, but Gyu figured that probably wouldn't work," Seokmin continued, "and now Gyu scored a date with the receptionist, so all wins here, I guess."

Vernon turned to you, both scandalized and amused, "You-"

"Hey, I told you. You were taking too long. A girl has needs," you shrugged, grabbing onto his hand again and beginning to walk away as if it was nothing.

Vernon could've argued back. But following you seemed like the more obvious response.

Maybe he'd been a total loser throughout all this, but he scored the girl in the end. All was good.

Except now he'd probably have to go to the gym every other day.

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content: established relationship, afab reader, smut, morning sex, dry humping, tit worship, sorta switch!vernon, etc.

wc: 332 (teaser); 1789 (full drabble)

sneak peak:

"God, no, I can't go again," Vernon grumbled, face planted on his pillow.

The man was practically passed out, unmoving as he stayed cuddled into his blankets. The only movements out of him were the occasional squeezing of his arms around the polar bear plush you'd gotten him a few weeks back.

Vernon was more than content staying like this for the rest of the day. Only thing that would've made it all even better would be if you hadn't insisted on getting up and away from his arms.

Unfortunately for him, you were strong enough to flip him over.

Usually, this would be something he enjoyed. Something he keened over, even. But the context was different.

This time you weren't flipping him over to straddle him and make him lose his mind. No, this time was so you could continue to insist at him to get up, but now forcing him to look you in the eye as you did so.

"Vernon, we agreed on this," you pouted at him.

You were too far for his liking. While he laid on bed, body completely stretched out and occupying way too much space, you were propped up on your knees on the same bed, except not close enough for him to pull you into him. This was strategic, he guessed.

"It's been three months. How much longer do I have to keep going to the gym?"

"It's kind of a lifetime type of thing."

He groaned.

"If I show up without you you're just gonna get twelve men barging in here in an hour," you reasoned, crawling closer to him.

"Is there any way I can convince you to not make me go?"

"Is there any way I can convince you to go?", you rebutted, eyes flirty.

Vernon knew this move.

"You know you can convince me. You're very well aware of all the ways in which you can convince me. It's kind of mean of you to threaten me like this."

...

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[wifeyoozi]

What is your opinion of ot13 with a taller s/o

Ot13 seventeen : when you are taller than them

seungcheol : ok on surface he doesn't shows if it affects him or not but deep down he just loves how tall you are. He was a little insecure at the very very start about being shorter than you, but now he absolutely loves it. He'll buy you a lot of heels if you like wearing them just so he can crane his neck up and look at you like that. Loves feeling of you two give the vibe of the rich CEO and his model girlfriend.

Jeonghan : you just gave him the perfect opportunity to be a bratty sub. He actually loves feeling tiny next to you. He'll also definitely call you noona/mommy even if you are younger than him just so you'll baby him. Would sometimes wear baggy clothes and cuddle next to your side just to feel tinier next to you.

Joshua : I think he doesn't mind at all? Like "oh you're 180 cm? That's like so cool! Anyways my fave colour is blue wbu?" Like he'd love the fact you're so tall and so pretty but it wouldn't really affect him as much even if you weren't.

Jun : in public, he'll opt the more traditionally masculine and dominant roles despite your height, but in private, he is just a babie. absolute babie. you're gonna have to pamper him and always pay attention to him and peg him and cuddle with him. unironically always the little spoon.

hoshi : literally on his knees for you. you are his queen, his tigress and he's gonna worship you all the time. loves when you ruffle his hair or rest your head on top of his. is always hugging your hips. he may even wear some of your clothes if they look baggy on him.

wonwoo : an otherwise very dom wonu would sub for you. he is so tall and if you are taller than him, you are literally a goddess and he will do anything you ask him to. lowkey develops a praise kink with you. but he's also very soft for you and would take care of you all the time instead of letting otherway around happen.

woozi : at first he was really shy and insecure about roaming around with you in public, especially when you wore heels. also hates the way his members sometimes (all the time) teased him about it, but that phase passed soon, after he got more comfortable around you and you scolded his friends for teasing him. now he's a proud boyfriend who loves to show off his beautiful model-like tall girlfriend.

minghao : I just know everytime you two go out people think you are some luxury brand models. He feels proud of your height actually, loves how beautiful and elegant you look when you wear the luxurious brand clothes he buys you. Wouldn't be shy or embarassed at all about looking shorter to you.

Mingyu : the fact that you are taller than him is hot enough already, lemme tell you that first. You are one powerful couple. He likes lifting you up just so he's craning his neck up at you like you are the sun to his life (you definitely are). He just finds you so incredibly hot for being that height, loves when you use your height to dominate over him sometimes

Seokmin : he's so shy about it. Not embarrassed shy but i-am-so-in-love-with-you shy. Believes that you are the most beautiful woman on the planet. Literally would do anything for you. On his knees to eat you out serve you anytime of the day. Literally feels so subby when you're next to him.

Seungkwan : he loves how close his face is to your boobs. He could hug you and his face would be planted in your boobs or in the crook of your neck. So damn comforting. Feels so safe around you, especially when you hug him from the back and rest your head on top of his. Tho he'd be sooooo damn sulky for the rest of the month of you made even a single joke about his height even once hehe.

Vernon : externally, he doesn't look like the height difference bothers him at all. Internally he's screaming MOMMY. Loves the way you tower him, especially when you're riding him. He's your big responsibility. Can't shut up about you being the hottest woman everytime he's with his friends talking about their girlfriends. Literally still in shock how he managed to pull you.

Chan : at first he was a little embarrassed and tried to wear insoles and heels a lot often to look as tall as you, if not taller. Don't get him wrong, he loves how tall and beautiful you are and literally simps over you for that, he just feels insecure about his own height sometimes. Tho now he doesn't mind the height anymore, since you told him about how you love him the same despite his height. In fact he loves being shorter to you sometimes now, feeling how it makes your relationship more unique.

[hoeforhao]

may i request “How do you feel about two at once?” w/ joshua and vernon 😩

this american duo concept has been tickling the right parts of my brain for real! That is the sole reason why I want to make it into a full blown oneshot and not just a drabble!!!

۫ 𓈒 ✸ Whipped Cream Cloud ✸ ۫ 𓈒

✸pairing: joshua × fem!reader x vernon

✸warnings: filthy smut, minors dni 🔞, threesome, sub vernon, dom joshua, oral (both f and m), edging, overstimulation, double penetration, ass fuck. I'll add more if I miss any in the main fic!

✸author's note: am not very sure about the concept I've tried this time so releasing just the trailer to test the grounds.

Enjoy the teaser hehe ;))

"Wanna join us tonight Sol?" putting your feet to the gas pedal, you peek your head slightly out through the rolled down glass, to flash Vernon with a inviting smirk who was standing like a npc on the porch of your boyfriend's house.

Your eyes could only manage to register a nod from the side view mirror as you drive off to your place, leaving the youngest stationary on the grass, his cheeks heating up from the mere thought of all the wishes you two were about to grant him.

Vernon Chwe or as he liked to call himself, Hansol Vernon Chwe was your boyfriend Joshua's younger brother, more appropriately his stepbrother ; someone who has recently experienced the worst heartbreak he could've ever imagined when his 7 year long girlfriend broke up with him. Now everyone would normally think that one must be completely out of their mind to leave this perfect of a man - be it the greek godlike features or his absolute gentle and sweet demeanor, he was the best dessert platter a girl could ever lay their eyes on. Except...

You have always been quite close with Vernon, trying to be that 'your brother's girlfriend who's now your bestfriend' type, so when he broke the news to you first, you were quite taken aback as to what did he lack for her to cut it off. But when he spilled out the actual reason why he had to dust his hands off of such a longtime relationship, the first thing that came to your mind was " There's no way a boy with such a well built and tempting body IS BAD IN BED "

The question constantly kept on eating your brains out as you literally refused to believe that JOSHUA'S BROTHER, YOUR OWN BESTFRIEND, was a loser when it came to taking action between a woman's legs. It was a matter of family reputation afterall and there was no way you were gonna let such a small solvable thing taint it. So when you started noticing Vernon's lingering gazes on you whenever his brother was being touchy with you or his eyes travelling down your cleavage everytime you wore a deep cut blouse around the boys or when that time you accidentally overheard him moaning your name while trying to get himself off in the washroom after you came to the Chwe's family dinner in the most eliciting maroon slip dress he has ever seen a lady in...you decided to talk to your boyfriend about an all benefited way out.

But Joshua was one step ahead as always. Not being ignorant of his younger brother's continous dotings on you, nor of all the flirty teasing looks you gave the boy while slyly grinding your body on his, making it look like a mere accident always...he has already deviced something that would cater to the needs of all three.

"Baby?" Joshua calls out to you while being was fully drowned into your sweet pheromones, mouth and lips too busy in lapping up each and every bend of your slicked folds to give out full sentences. "Hmm?" is all that leaves your throat as you were too occupied with taking in the pleasure your pussy drunk boyfriend was giving.

"How do you feel about two at once baby? Do you think it would be a bad idea if we umm you know teach Sol the ways with women's pleasure, so that the poor boy's heart is never broken just because his dick doesn't know how to navigate through the walls of a needy cunt?

Joshua's face slowly emerges up from between your thighs, chin coated with the already leaking juices as he finally settles himself comfortably on the bed, fingers refusing to leave the warmth of your core yet, while his bambi eyes look at you like a child pleading for his wish to be granted.

"Have you ever had any bad idea, baby!"you mentally rejoiced over the fact that your boyfriend kept front the proposal you were yourself waiting to bring up but shying away from as it had sort of a sibling pride attached to it.

A low chuckle is all that is heard from Joshua on your acceptive reply as he instantly dives back into his abode, back to riling up your insides to the very edge , while a scheming smile creeps up on your face at the thought of everything you were gonna do to that vulnerable boy.

[danpuff-ao3]

@broomsticks, leftsideisdown, Jackie, whatever you know this fabulous human as, we can all agree on "wow what a rockstar." In fact, I got so caught up in compiling some excellent fic of hers, that I nearly forgot "but wait! There's more!"

Listen, her pinned post on Tumblr alone is incredible. Look at that organization! So easy to find anything you could want to peruse on a given day! Then...the meta?? The STATS? Okay the stats meta blows my mind because I'm nerdy enough to like stat talk but allergic enough to math to have 0 comprehension of numbers. Which boils down to "please don't make me touch a number, but I'd sure love to watch you play with them!" Like...what a nerd! I say, with the utmost respect and admiration. I'm geeking out over her geeking out, I swear. But ALSO...recs!!!!! All of that on top of being a prolific and varied creator, which is rad as hell! Her brain? I love it.

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So now...let's get into the goods!

Fics

the dark side of the moon

Luna/Bellatrix. Rated: T. Words: 200. Implied past Pandora/Bellatrix. Implied/referenced character death. HP Shipuary 2023. Kinkuary 2023. Femslash Fuckery 2023.

Luna grew up knowing two Bellas.

flowers kiss and miss

Lily/Narcissa. Rated: T. Words: 1,400. 14 drabbles. Non-linear narrative. Fluff. Romance. Angst. Secret relationship. Implied character death. Implied necromancy. Ambiguous/open ending.

She thinks mermaids are red-haired. She thinks they sing. She thinks they’re beautiful.

For Everything a Season

Dolores/Marge. Rated: G. Words: 300. Crack treated seriously. Romance. Christmas.

There were many, many reasons why they would not work. 

She bred bulldogs, for Merlin’s sake. She broke at least one teacup a week, she snored like a herd of stampeding hippogriffs, and she never cleaned her hair out from the shower drain. 

Oh, and she was a Muggle.

Hers

Cho/Fleur. Rated: T. Words: 700. POV First Person.

At the Yule Ball, a test of loyalty.

Sealed with a kiss

Bellatrix/Pandora. Rated: T. Words: 200. Secret admirer. Getting together. Hogwarts era.

Pandora's secret admirer is not one to be messed with.

Whatever You Want

Hermione/Minerva. Rated: M. Words: 200. Student/teacher. Dom/sub.

Hermione just wishes to please!

which one of us will survive the other

Lily/Petunia. Implied Petunia/Vernon. Implied Lily/James. Rated: M. Words: 1,292. Sibling incest. Dub-con. Infidelity. Canon character death. Halloween '81.

Petunia’s wanted magic her whole life. Then again, she’s always wanted what she couldn’t have. What she shouldn’t want.

One night, all her dreams come true.

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[1-800-hwahui]

three men and a slut

member  |  seungcheol x vernon x chan x fem reader genre  |  smut word count  |  ~2,700 warnings  |  foursome, car sex, dom!cheol, sub!vernon, sub!chan, switch!reader, pet names (princess, puppy, baby, good girl), name calling (slut, whore), possessive cheol, fingering, oral (m receiving), exhibitionism, voyeurism, humiliation, degradation, a little manhandling, some choking, a teeny bit of objectification ?, masturbation (m), creampie (they don't discuss birth control so BE SAFE), no mentions of alcohol but it's kinda implied they're a little tipsy, they're still aware enough to consent though!!, there's no clear relationships but it's mentioned that cheol & reader used to hook up, this is just really rough and nasty car sex, if i missed any please lmk! notes  |  lowercase intended. this is technically the first threesome (well- foursome) i've written so feedback would be really helpful! also i don't usually write sub!idol just bc i personally am not experienced being a dom so that's why i usually write sub!reader, but for this i wanted to try writing it :) also don't laugh at my title i think i'm very clever and funny. this is written completely targeted at @duhnova i hope you suffer (lovingly) merry christmas heathen <3 please note since this was written with nova in mind it may have some things that not everybody enjoys so don't feel obligated to read if it's not something you're into! everybody has different tastes. for those that read it, i hope you like it hehe - 💒 june

minors dni - you will be blocked.

“chan will be here– soon,” you call behind you, stumbling over a crack in the sidewalk as you walk to go sit at a bench outside the club. 

vernon follows behind you, his jacket slung over his shoulder. “are you… coming back to my place?”

“mhm!” you giggle, sloppily pressing your lips against his. your tongue delves into his mouth as he whimpers, his hands falling to your hips and squeezing, pulling you against him so you can feel he's already half hard.

with public indecency charges the furthest thing from your mind, you’re almost considering undressing him right here and now, until a pair of bright white lights engulfs you and a shrill honk sounds behind you.

reluctantly you pull away from vernon, and he quickly reaches out to wipe the little bit of drool from your mouth as you turn towards the black suv.

“hiii, channie!” you sing out as you fling open the back door, vernon teetering after you.

he smiles, calling your name. "so where am i taking you now? your house, or vernon's?"

"mine," vernon says, helping you into the car with a grin before sliding into the passenger seat himself.

the drive starts out fine. until you look up at vernon in the front seat, hooded eyes watching the streetlights go by, and you begin thinking to yourself how pretty his face would be when you sit on his cock.

so you tell him so.

"you wanna… what?" he says, turning around in his seat to face you, his cheeks dusted with pink.

"well, it's not like i haven't before," you frown, scooching to the edge of your seat so you can lean forward to hear him better.

vernon sighs. "not in front of chan, though."

“you know i can hear you guys, right? i’m literally right here,” chan mutters, his eyes glued to the road. “now sit back in the seat and put your seatbelt on, or i’ll pull over.”

“well, you can join,” you sulk, but you slide back into the seat. “you don’t have to be so grouchy about it. do you want me to suck your dick? you probably have a really nice dick, too, would probably fit so nice in my mouth."

vernon whines about something in the front seat, but you can’t hear him, so you lean forward again to hear him. chan sees you out of the corner of his eye and glares at you, turning off at the next freeway exit and pulling into the first empty parking lot.

“can you just– do whatever it is you need to do so i can take you home safely?” he asks, exasperated.

“sure, if you don’t mind watching. or participating,” you say, already climbing up over the center console to sit yourself on vernon’s lap before chan can say anything.

you’re already starting to grind down onto him, but vernon stills your hips and looks over at chan, then back at you. “baby, we can wait til we get back home. don't make him watch if he doesn't want to."

you pout. “no, i want him to watch,” you whine, sliding your hands along vernon’s arms. “want him to see how good you make me feel.”

you look at vernon, and vernon looks over at chan. he coughs awkwardly, his face a bright shade of red that's only half visible in the moonlight. "i… never said i didn't wanna watch," he says finally.

"see! told you," you tell vernon, smacking his shoulder lightly. 

you turn back to face them, both their eyes watching you intently.

"so. who wants to do what first?"

while you’ve been caught up with the two men in the car with you, at the other end of the parking lot, seungcheol is just locking up at his closing shift.

the lot is empty, except for one car a few rows down from his, which is… odd, considering it’s after three in the morning. and when he looks closer, he notices they’ve got their hazard lights on. 

so of course, he can’t just leave without checking it out. somebody might be in trouble.

and somebody is in trouble. you, for cumming without permission, as vernon’s fingers are deep inside your cunt and you lean across the seat to bob your head up and down on chan’s lap.

“can feel you throbbing on my fingers,” vernon moans. he leans his head forward to kiss your hip, but it quickly turns into a bite, his teeth skimming over your ass as he sucks deep bruises into your skin. 

seungcheol is just about to knock on the window and ask if whoever’s inside needs help, when his jaw falls open at the sight in front of him. oh, the way his eyes go wide when he sees your ass, plastered against the passenger side window, your dripping pussy spread open on display with vernon’s fingers shoved into you for anyone who might walk by to see; your pretty lips wrapped around the driver’s girthy cock, spit pooling around the base of it from how hard you’re sucking.

you’re all so consumed with each other, drinking in how pretty you all look all fucked out already, that you don’t even notice your friend watching until vernon moans, rolling his head to the side and seeing seungcheol standing outside, face contorted with emotion.

vernon leans over to tap your shoulder to get your attention, then motions to the window, finally sliding his fingers out of you and wiping your wetness on your breasts.

you turn around, drool trickling from the corners of your mouth as you wipe your hand across your face, smearing it across your chin. you break into a grin and sit back onto vernon’s lap, reaching behind you to open his door. “hi, cheollie.”

chan looks up, breathing heavily as he struggles to recover from the feeling of your perfect, wet little mouth on him. “yo-you know him?” he pants.

“we… used to hook up,” seungcheol says, and if you weren’t so distracted by a million other things you might have noticed the cold tone to his voice. “looks like you’ve moved on, huh, princess?”

“and what if i have?” you giggle, raising an eyebrow daringly.

he tsks, his features morphing into a look you know all too well. “if i’d have known i’d see you tonight, i would’ve brought your collar, puppy,” he says with a sly grin that has vernon and chan’s mouths falling open in shock.

you sit back, placing your hands on vernon's chest. "well, you can join in, too. don't be a brat now, cheollie."

he scoffs. "princess, i think the only brat here is you."

you roll your eyes and point to the back door as you wrap your hand around vernon's cock, slowly beginning to move up and down. "door's unlocked. take it or leave it."

seungcheol just smirks, taking off his jacket and yanking open the door to slide into the backseat.

vernon whimpers as you curl your hand around him, the tips of your manicured nails gently scraping down his length as he bucks up into your hand.

you bring your other hand up to his cheek to kiss him. "you're the lucky one tonight, darling," you tell him. "you get to fuck me."

he groans, and he swears he'll cum on the spot, but then you're sinking down onto his cock and the car fills with his pretty sounds.

as he starts to find a rhythm, you lean back over and reattach your mouth to chan’s cock, painfully hard from so much happening all at once. precum drools from his tip, red and throbbing, and he sighs in relief when you finally begin to swirl your tongue around him.

cheol positions himself in the backseat, muscular legs spread wide as he watches three pretty little sluts whining in the front seat.

he's fine with sitting back and observing for now. he's fucked you enough times, had you in so many positions before, that it's almost nice to have the chance to see someone else ruin you.

but of course, both you and he know that no one makes you cum like he does; even these two cute men you have fawning over you every move, they can't make you scream their names like you would his.

so for now he sits back, patiently waiting for his turn, so he can show these two what it really means to give someone pleasure.

"i'm so close, bab–princess," vernon moans, correcting himself automatically after hearing the names seungcheol called you by earlier.

you clench around him, not used to hearing the familiar word on his lips.

"please, m'bout to cum, can i…" he pants, "…inside? please, i–"

"no."

the deep, stern voice that comes from the backseat is so unexpected, vernon's hips stutter, his orgasm falling away in a matter of seconds.

"you don't get to cum inside," cheol says, finally moving to unbuckle his pants and slip them onto the floor. "that's my job, and my job only." his hard cock slaps against his stomach, aching at the feeling of finally being freed from his pants.

"come on back here, slut," he says gruffly, motioning with two fingers. the same fingers you've had stuffed in your mouth, your cunt, every one of your holes, and that you can't help but imagine cumming on again– even after you've cum so many times already.

you whine but you comply, lifting your hips and letting vernon's cock slip out of you as he lets out a long, low groan.

he twists around in his seat, watching you climb back into the backseat.

"well, what are we supposed to do now?" he whines, gripping his cock with one hand.

"watch," seungcheol barks out, and to your surprise, vernon obeys, sitting back in his seat without complaining, his neck craned behind him to see what you're doing.

cheol grabs you by your shoulders and manhandles you into the seat on all fours, one hand wrapped around the back of your neck.

you wiggle your ass and he gives it a smack, so loud it cuts through the air.

"you ready, little brat?" he growls, rubbing at your skin where his slap left a mark.

"ple-ase?" you whimper, exaggerating the word. it's nowhere near as much begging as he'd usually require, but he's still a guest in this car, so he lets it go. if you ever call him for another late-night fuck, he'll be sure to make you beg twice as hard to make up for it then.

with one hand still grasping your neck, he uses his other hand to line himself up with you, finally pushing into you and bottoming out with one thrust.

he laughs at the way you whine, your hands gripping onto the edge of the seat. "forgotten what it's like to have a real cock in you, hm?" he teases.

you vaguely register vernon whimpering from the front seat, and out of the corner of your eye you can see his hand jerking up and down rapidly, no doubt building himself back up to the orgasm that cheol ruined just minutes ago.

cheol doesn't move, so you begin pushing your hips back against his, setting your own pace as he simply sits there, letting you fuck yourself on him.

but, as you're used to with him, he only allows you to do this for a minute or two before he's gripping your neck more tightly and thrusting into you.

you yelp at the sudden change of pace, your head falling forward as you hang onto the seat beneath you for dear life.

"you like it like this, don't you?" he groans, his hips slamming against yours so hard you're sure they'll leave your ass bruised when he’s finished. "my little whore, so greedy for a nice, thick cock, you'll do anything, won't you?"

you know he's expecting an answer, but his brutal pace barely allows you time to breathe, let alone speak. so all you can do is whimper in agreement, trying your best to nod but getting lost in the motion of his perfectly angled thrusts that have your knees shaking.

"three of us here with our own personal slut, to use however we want," he continues, giving your ass another hard slap that makes you clench around him.

with quite a bit of effort, you manage to lift your head to see how your other partners are doing.

vernon is still turned around, intensely focused on watching you, and he still has his hand around his cock, pumping furiously. his eyes dart back and forth between your cunt, where cheol is relentlessly fucking into you, and your face, where your features are probably scrunched up in pleasure.

chan must've just cum, and for a second you're disappointed you missed it– you would've loved to have seen the pretty faces he makes when his orgasm overtakes him. but then you see the way his head falls back against the headrest, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, and you're just happy you get to see him like this afterwards. both his hand and the steering wheel in front of him are covered in thick, white ropes.

one particularly well-timed thrust brings your attention back to the man fucking you, your arms buckling and you fall to your elbows, back arched and ass in the air.

"are you gonna cum, little slut?" he coos, his voice deceivingly sweet. "go on, princess, cum all over my cock."

and like magic you feel your walls contract at his words, an orgasm you didn't even see coming hitting you with so much force you nearly fall off the seat. 

it feels like your high lasts forever, wave after wave of immense pleasure slamming into you as cheol fucks you through your orgasm, not once letting up.

he leans over you, wrapping one muscular arm around your body and holding you close. "you still want me to cum inside?" he breathes into your ear, and you nod rapidly, humming out a 'yes' as best you can.

"p-please, ch-cheollie…" you murmur, your eyes squeezed shut as you struggle to recover. "wanna f-feel you. wanna be f-full of you."

"good girl." you can feel him smile against your skin before he lets go, sitting back up and bringing both his hands to your hips, giving him more momentum to push himself into you.

every thrust starts hitting deeper than the last, a telltale sign he's getting close, too.

with a guttural moan he buries his cock in you one last time, pushing in all the way to the hilt before you hear him let go and you can feel each rope of thick cum that he pumps into you.

when he's finally finished cumming, he lets out a long exhale, his hands gliding over your body soothingly. he stays inside you for another minute before he pulls out, his cum already beginning to leak out of you, spilling down your trembling thighs. immediately you push your fingers into yourself to keep it in, and cheol grins. "mm. good, obedient whore," he coos, the sweetness in his voice no longer fake as he leaves one more playful smack to your aching rear.

you look up to see vernon, who came all over himself, his shirt stained with white as he sits in the passenger seat, eyes fluttering shut.

chan, having gotten over his orgasm earlier, is pouting in the driver's seat, complaining about how he's going to have to deep-clean his car again after it's been thoroughly covered in cum.

and finally, cheol. he slips his pants back on, struggling a bit in the cramped space, then opens the back door and hops out of the car.

he nods at the two in the front. "nice meeting you. now take good care of her."

vernon opens his mouth to say something, but quickly closes it, deciding not to. 

seungcheol waves behind him as he walks across the lot to his car.

"you know where to find me if you want me again."

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[headfullofpresley]

Happy fuckin’ Birthday

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 3194

Warning(s): smut, kind of public handjob (m. receiving), getting caught, 50s!Elvis, sub!Elvis, soft dom!reader, strong language, alcohol consumption, inaccurate timelines in Elvis’ life.

Requested: yesss, by anon! hope this finds its way back to you, love <3

Summary: Elvis is needy during his birthday dinner and wants your attention, not caring about anyone else in the room.

Author’s note: slightly different than requested, but ofcourse my brain has a mind on its own, as usual. it’s kinda short, but hope you’ll still enjoy, my luvies <3

read part 2 here!

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The cold January air was nipping harshly at your cheeks as you made your way past Audubon Park, making you wrap your thick coat around you firmer as a chill ran down your spine. You made sure not to look at the dark park beside you despite it only being 6 o’clock in the evening, quickening your step. Elvis wasn’t able to pick you up tonight, which you completely understood seeing it was his birthday and he had been entertaining visiting family and friends since the afternoon. Unfortunately, you were the last one to arrive at the gathering because of work, but as soon as you turned the corner onto Audubon Drive and saw the Presley house, excitement bubbled in your stomach.

It was your boyfriend’s 21st birthday, which you and him have been looking forward to for a while now. You were a year older than him and he hated how you were able to sip on a drink when he’d take you out to dinner and he wasn’t. The fact that you often ordered an alcoholic beverage just to tease him didn’t help either─the only time he ever drank was in secret with people he was close with, or when he was over at your house and your parents weren’t there. You were pretty sure neither his or your parents would care if he would’ve had a beer before the age of 21 at dinner, but it was him who felt uncomfortable drinking in their presence. You didn’t argue him on the topic.

Not even ten seconds after you rang the doorbell, the door already swung open, revealing a smiling Scotty who immediately took a step aside for you. You greeted him with a quick hug before you took off your coat, greeting some other people before you made your way into the dining room with the gift bag that hung on your fingertips.

‘‘Oh, Y/N dear, you’re here!’’ Gladys cheered happily as she put another plate of food on the table which was already full of all kinds of dishes and drinks, walking over to you to engulf you in the warmth of a motherly embrace. You giggled softly, kissing her cheek. You were just about to ask where Elvis was, but he already appeared in the opening in between the dining room and the kitchen, holding a bottled beer in his hand.

‘‘Mama, I think the dumplings are burnin’, I don’t know what I’m doin’,’’ he laughed as Gladys rolled her eyes, quickly making her way back in the kitchen as she let go of you to hopefully save some of those dumplings. You looked at Elvis and made your way over to him, grinning.

‘‘There’s my girl,’’ he smiled brightly, reaching out his hand to you which you took, allowing him to pull you into his chest. ‘‘Happy birthday, baby,’’ you smiled, pecking his lips before you handed him the gift bag, nodding to the beer in his hand. ‘‘I see you’re finally taking advantage of your coming of age moment,’’ you teased him, looking over your shoulder at Vernon who was already sitting at the head of the table, raising his own beer at his son. Elvis laughed and returned the gesture before you looked back at each other, Elvis taking an extra big sip from his drink on purpose. You laughed and rolled your eyes, ushering him over to the table so he could open his present. He put the bottle down along with the bag and reached his hands into it, his eyes twinkling cutely with excitement as he tore the wrapping paper off of the gift─when he saw the first picture that was ever taken of you two together framed in dark wooden frame, he immediately pulled you into his side and kissed your temple.

‘‘There’s more,’’ you giggled, taking another wrapped gift out of the bag which you handed to him. He kept his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he unwrapped it, squeezing you against his chest in the process. He smiled brightly at the box of cologne you knew he liked so much. Honestly, he was one of the most difficult people to gift something to, because he already had everything and he never gave you any hints of what he’d like. To him, it didn’t matter what you’d give him because he loved everything. Just your presence was enough for him already. ‘‘Thank you, sweetness. I love it, I’m gon’ take the picture on the road with me and put it next to my bed every night,’’ he grinned, looking at the picture before he kissed your cheek a few times, hugging you tightly. You laughed softly and nodded, hugging him back until Gladys came back into the dining room, with the dumplings that somehow survived whatever Elvis had done to them.

Bill and Scotty sat down at the table alongside some of Elvis’ other friends and cousins. Gladys sat down at the other end of the table and when Elvis came back from the kitchen with a drink for you, he sat down next to you opposite Bill and Scotty. You thanked him with a smile and placed your hand in his, your other in Vernon’s while closing your eyes. As soon as Vernon was done with saying grace, everyone released hands and the volume was raised immediately again as everyone was making conversation and starting on their meals.

‘‘So, how does it feel to finally be twenty one?’’ You grinned at your boyfriend as you took a bite of Gladys’ perfectly made green bean casserole. He let out a laugh, one arm hung over the back of your chair as he popped a dumpling in his mouth, chewing it down quickly to not show you how hot they were. They tasted so good that he could barely wait─worth burning his tongue over.

‘‘It feels good, but.. the same,’’ he chuckled, taking a sip of his drink to cool down his tongue. You hummed as you nodded, swallowing your food down. ‘‘The only difference is that from now on, I’ll be getting drunk in front of my parents more often,’’ he whispered jokingly and you laughed, nudging his arm with your elbow as you took another bite of your food. You saw Gladys looking at you two with a big smile on her face which you returned before you made her son focus back on his birthday dinner, instead of giving you all the attention.

While Elvis liked having everyone over and he was happy to be home, his attention kept being drawn back to you. He hadn’t seen you for the entire day and although he did see you yesterday and you were there to wish him a happy birthday precisely as the clock struck twelve, he missed you every second of the day. As everyone was pretty much done with dinner and dessert was served, the music got a little louder and more drinks were nursed by everyone in the room. Everyone was sharing stories, whether about Elvis or about themselves and what they had been doing recently, and you tried to listen to all of them and engage in conversations, but Elvis was demanding. He wanted your attention and he wanted it now.

‘‘Let’s go to my room,’’ he whispered in your ear as he grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers as he kept your hand under the table in his lap, kissing the shell of your ear. You laughed softly and looked at him, shaking your head. ‘‘This is your birthday and you haven’t even finished your dessert,’’ you whispered back, looking at his half eaten cake on his plate. He just shrugged and grinned against your skin, lips still against your ear. ‘‘I’m sleepin’ over, El. Let’s just stay down here for a bit longer,’’ you quickly whispered to him before you took a bite of your own dessert, smiling and nodding at something Scotty was saying─he was in the middle of a story, but honestly, you had no idea what it was about because your boyfriend was still clinging to your side like a koala. And it was especially hard for you to focus on whatever Scotty was saying when Elvis pulled his hand out of yours but before you even had the chance to put your back above the table, he pressed it down on the very prominent bulge he was currently sporting. You nearly choked on the birthday cake, quickly taking a sip of your drink before you’d have a coughing fit right in front of everyone.

‘‘Elvis!’’ You hissed softly at him, giving him a warning look but he just looked at you with innocent eyes, a grin tugging at his lips. He had expected you to keep your hand right where it was and right where he wanted it, but as he removed his own hands, so did you. You placed your hands back on the table, wrapping both of them around your drink as a smile fell over your own face when you noticed him gasping softly at your actions. He pulled his chair closer into the table and leaned against your side, whispering in your ear again. ‘‘Please, baby.. I need you so bad,’’

You bit your lip, turning your head slightly into his direction to look at him. ‘‘You won’t be able to keep quiet. Stop it,’’ you whispered back, laughing softly as you took a sip of your drink again. He had never been silent when being intimate with you and honestly, you were very good at making him a whining and moaning mess. You’d often have to cover his mouth with your hand or he’d cover his face with a pillow, because you both still lived at home and car sex was too cold this time of the year. If your or his parents ever heard you go at it, they had never mentioned it and you were more than grateful for that.

‘‘I’ll be good and keep quiet, I promise,’’ he spoke in your ear, sneaking his hand over to yours on the table, grabbing it. You bit your tongue not to laugh, letting him pull your hand back under the table and place it back on his hard on─you did your best not to look suspicious and looked back at Scotty who was still in the middle of his story, trying to understand what it was about. You just laughed along as everyone else did, squeezing Elvis in your palm softly and he nearly let out a moan. You heard the soft grunt that did sneak out of his mouth and he quickly bit his tongue, busying himself with the cake he had left on his plate. It didn’t take him long before he was bucking his hips, creating more friction with your hand through the fabric of his white pants─he was playing a very dangerous game here. You both knew it, but he couldn’t get himself to stop and when you saw how he was nibbling at his lip and lifting his beer from the table with a shaky hand, you couldn’t either. You always loved every reaction he gave you when you were making him feel good and you had to try real hard not to pull him to his room and have your way with him.

You felt his hand creep onto your knee under the table, fingertips crawling underneath your skirt which was a little shorter than usual─easy access, he figured. You trapped his hand in between your legs before his fingers could reach your panties, giving him a knowing look. Those dominant eyes of yours nearly made him cum right into his pants, but it also made him quickly pull back his hand, cheeks flushed as he gave you a goofy smile. The dynamics in your relationship were quite amusing really─outside, he was the ‘dominant’ type, the one who wore the pants so to speak and everyone knew it. But behind closed doors, he just loved when you’d pamper him and he would pretty much do anything you wanted him to. He loved not having to be in control all the time and letting you take over whenever you pleased and it seemed like tonight was one of those nights. He did not mind at all, already excited for what you had planned for him when you’d finally take him out of this damn dining room.

‘‘How is your fathers’ business going, Y/N?’’ Vernon suddenly asked you, drawing your attention to him. You looked at your father in law and put on your brightest smile. You could feel Elvis sneakily and silently opening his belt and pulling down his zipper, trying to get your hand into his pants. ‘‘Oh, just great! It’s actually the store’s 5th anniversary next week,’’ you said excitedly and Vernon smiled, taking a sip of his drink as he leaned his elbows on the table, looking at you. He seemed clueless as to what was happening under the table─your hand wrapped around his son’s bare cock now, him trying to fuck himself into your fist as slowly as he could. Elvis’ cheeks were flushed and his eyes a little dazed, but he figured the beers he nursed throughout the evening would be a good excuse for his current state.

‘‘That’s great. Tell your father I will swing by,’’ Vernon smiled at you and you nodded, looking at Bill who then spoke to you. ‘‘Do you have some free time soon, Y/N? If you do, you should definitely join us on the road,’’ he said as he leaned back in his chair, his arm hung around the back of Scotty’s seat. Scotty immediately agreed, nodding excitedly. ‘‘You should! I think Elvis would be more than happy to let you tag along, right, EP?’’ the guitarist said, looking at your boyfriend. Elvis widened his eyes a little, looking at the two men across from him as he had his elbows perched on the table, hiding his mouth behind his knuckles. ‘‘Hmm?’’ He managed to bring out and you laughed softly, biting your lip as you looked at him. You tilted your head a little, putting on an innocent smile as you squeezed his cock a little harder, circling your thumb around the tip, spreading some of his precum around. He groaned softly in the back of his throat, his pleading eyes finding yours as he sped up the movements of his hips a little, making sure he didn’t draw any attention to what was going on.

‘‘Bill said that I should come along on the road for a few days,’’ you told him and he just smiled and nodded, quickly grabbing his drink again so he wouldn’t have to speak. You turned back to the other men and shrugged your shoulders, smiling brightly. ‘‘I’ll make sure to take some days off, so count me in,’’ you told them and Elvis snuck one hand under the table again, grabbing yours to speed up your movements as he held his hips still this time. You gave his cock a warning squeeze and although he knew you’d punish him for it, he didn’t care in this moment─he wanted you so bad, it was nearly becoming unbearable. He should feel ashamed with his Mama and Daddy right there at the table, but his arousal was clouding any rational thought he should have in this situation. Scotty put up his thumb as he smiled and as he accidentally dropped his lighter to the floor, you knew exactly where this was going. Elvis knew it too.

As soon as Scotty bend down to the floor, you wanted to pull your hand back but Elvis wrapped his hand around your wrist, keeping you right in your place. You widened your eyes at him a little and he just grinned, biting his lip as he leaned closer to you, kissing your cheek.

‘‘Are you gon’ punish me for this?’’ He whispered in your ear, his voice deep and hoarse, making your own arousal grow. He wanted your answer to be yes so bad─wanted you to punish him for putting you in a situation like this in front of his family. ‘‘You just wait and see,’’ you hissed softly at him, looking at Scotty who hit his head against the table as he came back up with flushed cheeks, lighter in hand. The guitarist rubbed the top of his head, clearing his throat a little before he quickly lit his cigarette and looked at you and Elvis for a second before he quickly turned back to Billy, falling right back into conversation as if nothing happened. You were glad he did, not knowing what you’d do if he would’ve exposed you right there at the dinner table.

You could tell Elvis was shamelessly getting close to his climax─he was kissing your cheek and breathing in your ear every chance he got and he could barely talk to anyone anymore. He was thrusting into your fist again, his hips starting to pick up their pace, making the table cloth move a little with his movements. When Gladys got up to clean, you took your chance and suddenly pulled your hand out of your boyfriends’ pants.

‘‘I’ll help you, mrs. Presley,’’ you smiled at your mother in law, grabbing your napkin tha laid next to your plate as you got up, wiping your hands on it before you pulled your skirt down. ‘‘Thank you, dear. And get that beer away from him, he’s lookin’ a lil drunk already,’’ she giggled as she nodded at Elvis, bright red cheeks, eyes wide as he looked up at you. It wasn’t because of the beer, but because of what you had just done and how you were just going to leave him hanging like that. You laughed and nodded, picking up some plates and his half empty bottle of beer. Leaning down to him to kiss his cheek, you quickly whispered in his ear.

‘‘This is your punishment,’’

He gasped softly, hands under the table to quickly make himself decent again─the tightness of his boxershorts and pants making him want to cry with how uncomfortable it felt. He needed his release so badly, but as you looked over your shoulder and shot him a wink and playful smile, he knew that there wasn’t anything he could do other than wait for everyone to leave and you were finally ready to go to his room. Tease or not, he was sure you had a lot more planned for him this evening and just thinking about that, only made it harder for him to calm down and for his hard on to go away. Scotty looked at him from across the table, wide knowing grin on his face.

‘‘Happy fuckin’ Birthday,’’ the guitarist laughed, throwing his head back as Elvis blushed and rolled his eyes, throwing a piece of bread in his direction. Bill just looked at the interaction with frowned eyebrows─Elvis was sure Scotty would tell him all about it later, but as long as his parents would be kept in the dark on the matter, he didn’t give a damn.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

I'm honestly surprised it's taken me so long to write anything about Joshua. He came for me so viciously this year and, bulldozed his way into sharing third place with Minghao in my Seventeen bias list lol. Enjoy my lusting after Joshua. I had issues with posting this for some reason. Hopefully it posts now. This is from like a month ago lol.

Heads up: Joshua Hong x Fem! Reader, Hard Dom! Josh, Sub! Reader, established relationship, Daddy kink, choking (f. receiving), breast slapping, degradation (f. receiving), praise (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex, Possessive! Joshua, Vernon lowkey has a thing for Reader and Josh is not amused, unconsensual voyeurism and exhibitionism (Josh and Reader have sex and Vernon overhears. Josh makes sure he overhears intentionally. Both Vernon and Reader didnt know about his plan though) and some angst with Vernon at the end.

I will block you if you are minor and have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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Joshua is one of those people who very much likes his privacy when having sex. Tends to want to keep his sexual exploits to himself. Understandable. However, Joshua Hong is also a menace. So, when he notices the way Vernon's eyes linger on you a too long to be considered socially acceptable and how hugs between the two of you seem to last a little too long, the beginnings of an idea formulate in his mind.

Now, Joshua is not a particularly possessive man. You both remain committed and respectful about your relationship so, he's never felt the need to be. The urge does spring up from time to time and, the increasingly blatant way Vernon is lusting after you has made it worse than ever before. He doesn't even think either of you are really aware of Vernon's lingering gazes and too long hugs. You being oblivious to his interest and, him not realising how clearly he's displaying it. You'd both also never hurt him that way, the rational part of his mind knows that but, he can't stop thinking about the ideas that have taken root in his mind since he has picked up on his group mate's interest in you.

The hotel Seventeen is staying at is great for the most part but, the walls are thinner than the majority of the group would like. Not Joshua though, this works perfectly for him. You've managed to secure a few days off work to spend time with him and, your boyfriend has made it clear he is going to be using that time to the fullest.

"Don't do that, I want to hear you," you boyfriend commands into your ear, voice thick with arousal. Joshua has set a brutal pace. Not giving you the slightest moment to catch your breath. You'd be surprised if you could move, let alone walk after he was finished with you. You're trying your best to keep your noises to a minimum, noone needs to hear the two of you and you don't want to be an asshole that's too noisy so, you've resorted to covering your mouth with your hand. Joshua very much doesn't approve and, gently removes your instead. You gasp loudly when he spanks your breast in punishment, "When I tell you to do something, you do it. Am I undstood?" He asks, nipping at your neck while the hand that dealt the blow gently massages your hypersensitive breast. "Y-Yes, I'm s-sorry," you squeak out, your orgasm creeping up on you from all of your boyfriend's ministrations. "Yes who?" He asks again, pulling back to look down at you with a tint of sick amusement in his eyes. Like he knows something you don't. "Y-Yes Daddy," you breathe out, clenching around him hard when he brings his hand up to ghost it over your throat. Not quite applying pressure. "Hmm, maybe I should reward you with my hand around your pretty neck but, you have been disobedient," he ponders out loud, smirking as you whine pathetically underneath him. Tripping over your words begging him to choke you. "Look at what a slut you are. Begging for Daddy to choke you so pathetically. I bet if I do, you'd be cumming on my cock in an instant. You're so predictable," he says to you condescendingly, his smirk only growing as he watches your eyes gloss over even more from the degradation. "I'm s-s-sorry, Daddy. I'll be good. I p-promise. I j-just didn't want anyone t-to hear," you choke out, gasping when the head of his cock brushes a particularly sensitive spot inside you. His hand returns to your neck, barely applying pressure. It's definitely more than before but, both of you know it's not nearly enough for you. "What if I want someone to hear?" He asks lowly into your ear, gradually applying more pressure to your neck. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the drop in oxygen, nails leaving faint, pink marks in their wake on Josh's back. "You may not but, I see the way Vernon looks at you," he mutters, groaning as you milk his cock for seemingly all he's worth. To say you're thrown off guard by Josh's words would be the understatement of the year. You're completely shocked. "I- huh? Vernon?" You ask him in a daze, desperately trying to express any coherent thought you can while Joshua continues his unrelenting ministrations on you. "I see the way he looks at you. You're mine though, right baby?" He asks in your ear, a possessive edge to his voice.

Joshua rarely gets like this. You've only seen this side of him crop up a handful of times in your relationship. While you know that you two should probably have a more serious conversation about all of this later, you can't lie and say part of doesn't find him insanely attractive when he gets like this. "Y-yes I'm yours, Daddy," you cry out, fresh tears falling onto your cheeks as you start to feel overwhelmed. "I want you to say it louder," he commands against the shell of your ear, his breathing ragged. "I'm yours, Daddy. Only yours," you finally manage to say louder than before, pushing past any prior reservations you may have had. Too lost in chasing your own pleasure to really care about anyone hearing you two. "Good girl. I think you deserve a reward," he praises, moving his hand from your neck to press quick circles into your hypersensitive clit. His praise coupled with the added stimulation has you hurdling into your climax before you even realise what's happening. Fingernails digging harder into his back, your moans filling the space of the hotel room while he watches your face intently as you unravel underneath him. "Fuck, you're so good. You feel so good. Gonna cum," he moans, eyes rolling into the back of his head from how tightly you grip him. His hands fly to grip your hips harshly and keep you in place while he fills you with his cum, letting his own sounds of pleasure out freely. Eventually, the fatigue seems to hit him and he plops onto you, both of you trying to regain your breaths and feeling in your bodies.

Vernon hasn't felt this disgusted with himself in a long time. He feels like some kind of gross pervert. His cum starting to cool on his stomach, evidence of what he's done. He's always found you attractive but, he's never crossed the line and masturbated to you before. Well, until now. When he realised what you and Joshua were doing, he fully intended to put on his headphones and turn up the volume as high as it could go. That was until he heard you. You just sounded so pretty and needy and, he was a goner. Hand flying to the waistband of his boxers when you let out a particularly desperate moan. Now here he was: sweaty, flushed and disgusted with himself. The guilt only worsened by remembering that Joshua was there too. Your cries and moans of belonging to him searing themselves in his brain. He didn't think either of you would be into the whole Daddy thing, he muses in a kind of twisted amusement. Slowly getting up to clean himself up and, hopefully get some sleep. Though, he doubts it'll come easy tonight.

[soonsluv]

that other night

pairing: sub!vernon x dom!gn!reader

contains: two idiots in love that need to learn how to communicate properly, lots of dry humping and grinding, vernon being a virgin, reader having a vagina, vanilla sex, vaginal sex, a glimpse of top!vernon at the very end

a/n: i’ve been fighting for my fucking life trying to figure this mf out, i hope this is it.

you and vernon were at your place chilling since you both had a day off. your bodies were currently squished against each other on the couch as you quietly enjoyed the movie.

“y/n?”

you hum in acknowledgment, deciding to ignore the hint of distraught in his tone, hoping you were just imagining it.

“why…” he pauses like he’s contemplating whether he should just drop what he’s about to ask but continues nonetheless, “why haven’t you kissed me again like the way you did that other night?”

you turn your head to look him in the eye with a frown on your face.

“huh?”

you can tell that he’s displeased by the fact that you don’t know what he means and that he’ll have to specify.

“you know that other night when we came back from that one award show…” he trails off, hoping you’ll get what he’s trying to say and you start ruminating on what he- oh. that night.

you guys had made out before but you had been particularly hot-blooded after witnessing his performance that night. when the two of you came back, you pushed him against the first wall you encountered and feverishly kissed him, your hands holding his hips. vernon definitely enjoyed all the attention but it’s when he felt your hand going for his belt that one of his hands moved from your shoulders to harshly grab your wrist, which alarmed you and made you stop. when you pulled away, he was panting and had this surprised look on his face that was all flushed. this made you let go of his hips, murmur a sorry and when he failed to say anything in return, you walked off to the bathroom to take a shower, thinking you guys weren’t on the same page.

you sit up so you could properly look at him.

“well, i backed off because it felt like i went too fast and i didn’t want to make you any more uncomfortable.”

he copies your movements by also sitting up.

“well, that was because you took me by surprise and i didn’t know how to- i mean i’ve never- i just didn't know what to do,” he takes a moment to slowly breathe in and continues, “i wouldn't have minded had you continued.”

the both of you sit in silence as the realisation of how all of this could’ve been avoided if you had just talked downs on you.

another moment passes and you speak up again.

“do you… want to give it another try?”

“we could do that, yes. only if you want to though. i know i want to.”

a small smile appears on your face as you nod in response.

you slowly lean in to kiss him, careful not to overwhelm him this time and he melts into it.

you move to straddle his lap without breaking the kiss, prompting him to place his hands on your hips. you cup his face and deepen the kiss, relishing in the way he spontaneously follows your lead.

you pull away and let your lips brush against his as you whisper, “can i kiss your neck?”

“yes please,” he whispers back.

you lean down and start off with feather-like kisses along his jaw, slowly working him up.

you go lower until you can feel the goosebumps on his neck against your lips, making you smile into the skin. you softly suck on his skin and you hear him exhale loudly, encouraging you to continue. as you suck a few more hickeys onto his skin, you feel him shift under you until his hard-on pokes against your thigh and like they had a mind of their own, your hips grind down hard, making vernon gasp and his grip on your hips tighten.

“you liked that?” you ask, lips grazing his skin.

“yeah, a lot,” he replies as his hips buck up, taunting you to do it again and you do.

the two of you start to tentatively hump each other, gradually speeding it up until you’re both panting loudly. you’re now looking into each other’s eyes, as if the other might disappear if you look away for even an instance. your hands are tangled in his hair while his refuse to leave your hips and slowly but surely, noises start to slip past vernon’s lips. they’re quiet and little but they’re there and you hear them nonetheless.

“enjoying ourselves, are we?” you inquire.

“definitely.” and though it was only one word, you could tell he had struggled to get it out. he was also ridiculously hard by now so wanting to give him some time to calm down knowing he’d burst if you kept going, you (unwillingly) stopped your movements.

his hips stutter and eventually come to a stop too.

“w-why did you stop?” he puffs while looking at you with pleading eyes. cute.

“vernon, sweetheart.”

“yes?” what could you possibly ask him that was more important than what you w-

“do you want to have sex with me?”

his eyes widen and he feels like the air has been knocked out of his lungs as those eight words swirl around his head.

“say no if you don’t want to, babe. we can continue what we were doing or just go back to watching the movie,” you tell him as you gently play with his hair, “just need to know that we’re on the same page.”

“yes, i’d like to… have sex with you. do you want to have sex with me?” he asks back with an awkward smile on his face.

you nod as a small smile cracks past your lips.

you stand up and extend your hand to him, “wanna continue this in the bedroom?”

he smiles and nods, taking your hand in his and follows you.

when the two of you get to the bedroom, you grab his hips, pull him in so your body is trapped between his and the door and resume kissing him. he whines into your lips and cups your face. the kiss quickly heats as you feel his hips grind against yours. you pull away and you can see the confusion on his face appear and be gone again when you start undressing yourself. he naturally imitates you until you two are left in your underwear. you look down and notice a wet patch on his boxers and feel yourself throb at the sight.

“go lay down on the bed.”

he immediately obeys and you follow not far behind. you straddle his thighs and go for another check-in.

“how are we feeling?”

his lips are swollen and red from all the kissing. his pupils are dilated and his chest is heaving irregularly.

“good. i want to continue. you?”

“good. i want to continue as well.”

this would’ve been a sweet moment if you both weren’t so distracted by the throbbing in between your legs. you move up until you’re sitting on his cock and when you feel how hard he is with the layer of his pants removed and he feels how damp your underwear is, you groan and his hips jerk up. this sets off another session of desperate grinding and messy kissing as your breathing becomes uneven. though this time it doesn’t last that long.

“i want- i want you, y/n,” he pants against your lips. you hum in agreement, too engrossed with how his dick slides back and forth against your clothed folds but you slow down and knowing that having him in you will feel ten times better.

“let me grab a condom,” you announce before leaning to the side to grab one in the drawer of your nightstand, inhaling sharply at how his cock presses just right against your clit.

“can i remove your underwear?”

“yes, please.” his voice is higher than usual and he hears just how desperate he currently is, knowing you probably heard it too but you don’t seem to mind.

you lift your body off of his hips and help him remove his underwear. when that’s done, the realisation of the fact that he’s now naked in front of you hits him like a brick but he tries to put up a front, fighting the urge to hide himself. his face however, that was now red as a tomato, completely betrayes him.

you grab his cock so you can slide the condom on him, his hips twitching despite how gentle you are with your touches. while one of your hands holds his cock upright, the other pulls your underwear to the side, not bothered to properly remove it and then slowly slide down his cock. he chokes out a moan, the first one since you’ve started and grabs a handful of the sheets. when you’re sat back down, you take a moment before resuming.

“can i move?”

he hums in a high pitched and desperate tone.

you suppress a smirk that threatens to appear on your lips and start to rock your hips at a moderately slow pace.

he exhales softly and closes his eyes, hands going back to rest on your hips as yours go to his wrists for support.

“god, you feel amazing,” he whines, not bothered by how aroused he sounds anymore.

you wanted to reply but you were too busy pushing the thought of just fucking him right there and then out of your mind.

you gently pick up the pace, making him turn his head, bury his head into a pillow and moan into it. you let yourself get lost in the feeling as you close your eyes too and keep picking up the pace.

“fuck,” you breathe as you let one of your hands let go of his wrist to play with your clit. you increasingly get louder too and vernon notices. his head quickly turns back to look at you and your blissed out look and pretty sounds make his hips snap up at yours as he sweetly moans out your name. you doubt that that move was calculated but it hit a spot so you honestly couldn’t care less.

“you’re doing so good angel,” and as those words leave your lips, you feel his cock twitch in you. oh.

“don’t say that. please, don’t say that”

his grip on your hips tighten so bad, his fingertips could burn through your skin. you open your eyes to take a look at him. the veins along his neck are prominent and the skin is flushed. his breathing is laboured and his eyes are screwed shut. he’s close and he’s trying his very best to hold back.

“sweetheart, you don’t have to hold back, you know. you can just enjoy yourself.”

“yeah but you-“ he voice cracks as a whimper interrupts him but you don’t need to hear the rest of the sentence to know what he’s trying to say.

“it’s okay vernon, you’ll get many other chances to make me cum. it doesn’t have to be right now,” you reassure and he seems to be convinced, though you doubt he could’ve held back much longer anyway.

you feel his cock violently throb in you as he throws his head back and rocks your hips to meet the frantic movements of his, making you unexpectedly clench down on him, ultimately sending him over the edge.

“fuck, y/n!” he screams, voice cracking again.

your hand moves from his wrist to his chest for better support as he continues to ride out his high as sweet whimpers and whines continuously stream past his lips.

he gradually slows down and when his hips have come to a stop and his breathing has calmed down, he opens his eyes to look at you.

he weakly calls your name.

“yes?” you try to sound as composed as you can, though you feel hot all over.

“i’m gonna make you cum so hard next time, you’ll forget the names of your exes,” he says softly, determination present in his tone.

you chuckle at that and lean down, letting your body rest against his chest to catch your breath before you start cleaning the saccharine mess that has been made.

[planetdream]

Pssssssst..... SVT dom, sub or switch?

i did this here BUT i wanna make some changes + explain it a little bit lol

ok so doms -> wonwoo, seungcheol, jihoon, chan, joshua

— yes im pushing that hard dom wonwoo agenda. loves a bratty partner because he can put them in their place. and being all rough with you is fun, pushing you around and folding you up. has the potential to be a soft dom and absolutely can be—and when he is, he’s very soft and doting, not forgetting to shower you in praises for how good you take his dick.

— (i love hard dom cheolie but) seungcheol is a pleasure dom and truly that's all i need to say but i'll say more just for the sake of talking. i think he likes pillow princesses and subs that are good to him. though he wouldn't mind if you got a little bit bratty but not too much. punishing you isn't really on his radar tbh, but if he has to do it, he will.

— i think jihoon would simply like to be in control. slightly torturous though—will spend hours with you in the studio and whenever you’re in the mood (or he need to clear his mind) he’ll have you cockwarm him and you have to stay still or else, you’ll have to get on your knees and use your mouth to cockwarm him until he’s finished working.

— chan has a lot of energy and using that excess energy to dom you is his favorite :) especially when it comes to manhandling you. loving the fact that he's able to push, pull, and press you into whatever position he wants and that you let him.

— now yeah, i originally had joshua in the switch category but i cannot get soft dom josh out my mind. literally the sweetest—loves to see you all pretty in lingerie so he can undress you and make you cum however many times he chooses. just loves taking care of you, especially afterwards when he’s cleaning you up in the bath and his hand reaches down to toy with your clit for a bit.

switches -> minghao, junhui, jeonghan, soonyoung, seungkwan, vernon, mingyu (the s in svt stands for switch)

— i think minghao is a switch with a slight dom lean bc i am biased. would preferably want to stay in charge but wouldn't mind giving up control so you can have it. lots of mutual masturbation and just slow morning sex with this one.

�� junhui is a switch with a sub lean. he’s either a pillow prince or at your service 100% and that’s regardless of if he doms or subs. gets off on making you do all the work, especially when he can boss you around a little bit but also wants to be sweet, eat you out until you’re crying and just treat you how you deserve to be treated <3 (unless u wanna get fucked like a whore, then he’ll do that).

— jeonghan, a true switch. he's always ready for whatever and sex with him could start one way and end another. two extremes: he's either a mean dom or a very bratty sub. in dom mode he's always teasing, and loves orgasm control—mostly ruining and denying, though overstim is fun too. when he's subby, i think he'd been into pain play; slap him around a little bit, he'd love it. a complete menace 100%

— my gemini king soonyoung, i believe he simply likes sex and doesn’t choose to put a definite title on the role he’d play. sex is a shared experience with someone else and things should feel/be natural. a total tease regardless of what’s happening and loves to make you taste yourself on his fingers after he’s made you cum. loves getting his balls sucked on and played with.

— seungkwan also gives me switch vibes with a sub lean, but when he doms he has the potential to get mean. yeah, he loves being taken care of but that changes completely when he’s in dom mode, and where you showed him mercy, he won’t show you mercy until you beg.

— vernon is another person who’s down for whatever. follows your lead a lot of the time. if you want to dom him, he’ll let you but don’t tease him too much cause he can’t handle it (not ur fault he’s so pretty when he tears up). and if you want him to dom, i imagine he’d be more of a pleasure dom but ultimately will do whatever u want.

— i, in fact, have been influenced by the switch mingyu agenda. mingyu has a size kink, which works when he’s the dom, loving how big he is compared to you, and how he could hold your wrists with just one of his hands to keep you in still. and it also works when he’s the one that’s subbing. yes, he’s bigger than you but when you push him around and make him feel all small, it makes him cum quickly. eat his a–[train passing]

subs -> seokmin

— listen, i just really want to take care of him. and as a sub x sub agenda pusher myself, that concept w seokmin? actually perfect. not ignoring just domming him either tho... i think he'd be a sweet sub, lets you do whatever you want to him and rarely ever gets bratty. very much a pillow prince.

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

hmm since you mentioned hiphop unit, i can't help but to think that all of them have a major praise kink.. thoughts?

Seungcheol: His praise kink goes hand in hand with his daddy kink, he loves praising his pretty baby when he's splitting you open on his cock or eating your pussy/fingering you, bringing you close to another orgasm. He's using a lot of pet names in between, his words making you putty in his hands - literally and metaphorically.

Wonwoo: He has a praise kink, but he doesn't show it as much, due to his hard dom tendencies. However, if you're being extremely obedient, congratulations, you have just earned yourself a good pounding and Wonwoo's deep voice muttering filthy praises in your ear, making you shiver - bonus points if he moans.

Mingyu: Now this one is a very interesting case, because he has a praise kink, but both receiving and giving. When he's in his dom mode, he coos in your ear how well you take his fat cock, whether you're sucking him off or bouncing on it. But when he's subbing? Tell him how much of a good boy he is and he might as well cum on the spot. Feeding Mingyu's ego equals mind-blowing sex. Simple maths.

Vernon: Hansol my beloved💔💔 Boi is so soft and chill with you, whether it's outside or inside the bedroom. I can picture him getting shy when you whisper how good he's making you feel, but he tries to shake it off. Although most of the time, he fails and a faint blush covers his face. But you can't help but smile and flash heart eyes for him, ending up in giggly sex :(

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TRAINING SEASON (teaser)

18+ / mdi

summary: unfortunately for vernon, all his friends were gym bros, leading to constant harassment for him to join the lifestyle. after weeks of twelve men constantly bugging at him to accompany them, all it takes is one girl for vernon to finally give in.

content: strangers2friends2lovers!vernon, fitness!reader, vernon's kind of a loser here, reader is friends with the other 12, vernon's not into fitness, downbad!vernon, reader is implied to be into fitness but her body's not really described in any specific way, afab reader, smut, semi-public sex, handjob, kind of sub!vernon, dry humping, penetrative sex, etc.

(^ no actual content warnings in the teaser)

wc: 667 (teaser); 9.3k (full fic)

RELEASE DATE: january 7th

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a/n: okay i know the sneak peak is pretty tame and doesnt even include reader but i promise she's in there and that it gets better

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"C'mon, Nonnie. Come with us. Just this once."

"You don't even have to work out, we just want-"

"No, if I have to work out, he has to work out. You guys have been dragging me with you to engage in your masochist tendencies for weeks. He deserves the same treatment."

Vernon simply groaned at all the noise, uncaring of what Seungkwan, Mingyu and Jeonghan were saying, respectively. Instead, he opted to cover his face with a pillow, attempting to muffle all the noise his friends were making so early in the morning.

Then suddenly, the comfort of his blanket left him, followed by his pillow being pulled from his hold and used to deliver a swift smack against his head before being whisked away and landing on the opposite side of the room.

One more, he groaned, but this time louder. His eyes opened to find the culprit standing above him, squinting due to the sudden surge of sunlight into his vision at having opened his eyes.

"Dude, stop being a lazy piece of shit and come with us," nagged Joshua.

God, how many of them were in his apartment? It was supposed to be just him and Seungkwan who lived here, where did the rest come from?

"What time is it?" he finally grumbled out, sitting up. It's not like he had any options anyway.

"It's 9:16 in the morning," informed him Wonwoo from outside his bedroom. God, was he here too?

"Why are all of you in my apartment? Seungkwan, we agreed that-"

"We all have keys, you idiot. Now get up. We're going to the gym," this time it was Chan.

"Do all twelve of you go to the same gym at the same time? God, they must hate you."

Vernon finally sat up against his headboard, head counting a total of five of his friends currently in his room, assuming the rest to be either in his kitchen or living room.

God damn you, Boo Seungkwan.

"We're pretty well liked, actually."

A few of the members nodded along to Mingyu's rebuttal.

Yeah, that made sense. Twelve muscly and more than objectively attractive men were likely magnets for clientele over at the gym.

All the more reason to not join them.

All his friends were fitness addicts (sans Jeonghan, maybe). Simply gym bros who had developed what Vernon liked to call an unhealthy habit to exercise — despite how ironic that statement sounded. Vernon, on the other hand, had never been one to put too much emphasis on fitness. He liked his build as it was; some slightly toned muscle and a slim frame. He never really saw any need to bulk up like most of his friends, so he never gained an interest for it.

Yet his friends had tried to convince him to join them, time and time again.

Jeonghan had been the one other friend they had to convince to join them. Other than Vernon, Jeonghan was the only other member of their large friend group who had a proclivity against the gym. But his love for spending time with his friends had won him over, making him tag along just for the mere purpose of not feeling FOMO.

Now, Vernon did not have that issue. He didn't mind missing out on hang outs. He was a pretty lowkey, chill guy. Staying at home unless it was vital for him to leave, now that was more up his alley.

Except now he had twelve men nagging at him to get up, put on some basketball shorts and a flimsy tank top and join them at their gym. It had been a few weeks of this insistence, leading to this moment — all his friends breaking into his and Seungkwan's apartment in order to drag him out.

And the sad thing was that it worked. Apparently it took twenty-three consecutive days of bugging at Vernon to convince him of doing something he didn't want to do for him to budge. He hoped this didn't become some sort of pattern.

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when at an awards show... | w.jh x h.vc

w.c: 4.2k genre: smut! pairing: junhui x vernon x fem!reader contains: dom!junhui, dom!vernon, sub!reader, cockwarming, degradation kink, praise kink, slight mentions of mirror sex, also a little bit of car sex oop, sex without protection (please wear protection tho), a bit of spitroasting too?  warnings: alcohol mention right at the beginning :) a/n: for my darling @junsol​ on her birthday, i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! thank you for giving me the opportunity to do this ily!

The room was dimly lit and the idol awards show was well underway, but your mind was elsewhere. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be there to support your best friends and their achievements, but you could think of other things you could be doing with your time, rather than sitting for hours on end listening to the hosts ramble on about meaningless topics.

You sighed and looked down at your drink, swirling the orange substance around in the glass before picking it up and taking a large swig, and setting the almost empty glass back down afterwards. The slight burn from the alcohol made shivers run down your spine, and you couldn’t help but smile at the warm feeling that spread throughout your veins.

“Hey, are you okay?” A deep voice rumbled from next to you, making your head lift to face whoever was asking. When your eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, you let a lopsided grin take over your face when Junhui’s beautiful features came into view. A small smile appeared on his face when you nodded your head slightly, before resting your head on his shoulder.

Junhui was probably the closest to you out of all the band members; he had seen you at your highest points and your lowest and was always the most sincere and genuine towards you. If you were completely honest with yourself as well, you’d probably had the biggest crush on him ever since you had first met. It didn’t help in the slightest that his naturally flirtatious nature made your heartbeat a thousand times faster, and send a blush to your cheeks that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“I just wish I could go home right now,” you pouted, reaching out to play with Junhui’s fingers. He scoffed and lifted your head towards his so that your eyes were peering into his own. “You want to go home? Do you think I want to be here? I’d much rather be back at the dorms with you, snuggled up in my bed,” he retorted, and his words not only brought a blush to your cheeks but also a wave of arousal flowing throughout your body.

The banter between you and Junhui was always like this; bickering with an underlying tone of flirtation that was just enough to make the other members roll their eyes or tell you to take it elsewhere. Only one person didn’t complain about it, Vernon, with whom you were also particularly close. He would always tease you about the flirtatious banter, but his eyes would show hints of jealousy every time he spoke with you afterwards.

It confused you, to say the least.

“You think we would just be snuggled up in bed? I thought for sure you’d want to go further than that,” you replied with a smug smile, making Junhui tense up. He chose to not reply and instead placed a hand on your exposed thigh, squeezing the flesh gently. Your and went to rest atop of his, lacing your fingers through his and sighing softly at the contact.

From across the table, you briefly caught eyes with Vernon, whose expression was unreadable. He cocked a brow at you as if to ask something along the lines of ‘what are you looking at?’ but the small smirk that graced his features told you that his expression meant something else. His eyes darted down to your phone as if to tell you to check your texts, so you picked up your phone and your eyes squinted as they adjusted to the sudden bright light of the screen.

A simple text from Vernon, but it made your whole body heat up as you read and re-read the message. 

‘You’re acting a little bratty right now, trying to impress someone? Or just doing it to be an attention whore?’

Another glance up and you noticed that Vernon had disappeared from his place at the table, and your eyes found him walking towards the bathrooms. Deciding to follow him, you quickly excused yourself and earned a wink from Junhui, before you were making quick steps towards the bathroom in hopes to catch your close friend.

You and Vernon had previously had a small fling that only lasted a few weeks, but your friendship overruled and you mutually decided to remain friends. While you enjoyed being friends with him, you couldn't help the spark of excitement you would feel whenever he let his hand linger on yours, or if he sat a little too close to you when you watched movies. 

He was closer than you thought he was as you made your way down the hallway he had disappeared into, as you were quickly pulled by the arm into an empty room, a small yelp leaving your lips before a hand was covering your mouth, and you panicked even more. “Relax, it’s just me,” Vernon hissed, letting his hand off your mouth and taking his hand off your arm.

“What the hell, man? Why did you drag me into this room-” your complaints and worries were immediately cut off by Vernon pressing his lips to yours hurriedly, pulling your body flush against his own. Instinctively, your hands wrapped around his neck and let yourself melt into his touch, making a smug smirk pull to his lips. 

“I love your lips. You taste amazing, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he whispered between kisses, letting his hands fall from your waist to your ass and squeezing. You could only sigh softly against his mouth in response before he was pressing himself to your mouth again, letting his tongue press against yours and meld as if you were one person.

He tasted vaguely of peppermints, and you couldn’t say you didn't like it.

Vernon pulled away from you briefly, letting you both catch your breath while he adjusted his suit. “Well, that was hot, have room for one more?” another voice filtered through the room and made both you and Vernon jump before you both turned to see Junhui leaning against the doorframe, eyebrow cocked and his lips upturned into a smirk. He walked towards you both, and you couldn't help but feel small under his burning gaze.

“I-it’s not what it looks like,” you began, letting your body back up against the wall. The older man laughed and rolled his eyes, before moving quickly to stand in front of you, while Vernon stared at him slack-jawed. “Sure, you say that, but I saw the text that Vernon sent you and it looks pretty suspicious if you ask me,” he chuckled, holding your phone out to you between his thumb and middle finger. You couldn’t help the burn that covered your cheeks and spread throughout your body.

“What are you even doing here?” Vernon questioned, putting his hands in his pockets and looking towards his friend. “I volunteered to come and look for you both since you’d be gone for a while, and I’ve gotta say, it looks like you two were having some fun though,” Jun let one of his hands reach out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, only making your skin burn up once more.

“And why would you care, hm? I don't think whatever we decide to do is your business… But if you're so curious, yeah, we were having a great time.” You began, studying his face to see how he would react, quickly glancing at Vernon from over your shoulder, who did nothing but look at you with a smirk filled with amusement before you bit your lip and winked at him, just to tease Junhui. "I couldn't help it, Junnie… Vernon has such hot and warm lips… Whenever I see him, I can't control myself. He's such a good kisser, makes my head spin." You sighed, feeling your body go warm just thinking about it. “And also, although you're so handsome and hot yourself, you're just bark and no bite. I doubt you could ever gather the courage to put me on my knees like him." You pouted, grazing your pointer finger over the side of his neck, his eyes following your every action. "He can make me submit to him in a heartbeat, he knows how to be in charge… But you? Junnie… You're just my soft, flirty friend, aren't you?” You spoke cockily, making Junhui’s brows furrow in clear annoyance.

The room fell silent for a few beats before Junhui was walking forward and pressing his body against yours, large hand squeezing your cheeks and forcing your face up to meet his dark, lustful orbs and letting his breath fan across your neck.

"I can see you're testing your luck tonight, baby. You have such a sharp tongue." He spoke darkly, a breathy chuckle erupting from his throat as the pads of his fingers wandered from your jaw, to down your neck and collarbones, setting your skin aflame. "I never thought our first time would be like this, I must admit… But since you're having such an attitude, I might as well teach you that you shouldn't use that pretty mouth for anything other than sucking on my dick as soon as I ask you to."

Your breathing became hitched as he let his lips skim across your jaw, and you wondered if he had locked the door before he came inside. Vernon kept watching the scene in front of him, secretly loving the bickering between the two of you.

“Did you lock the door?” You asked breathily, your fingers brushing through Junhui’s soft strands of hair. You knew where this was going.

“Now where’s the fun in that? Maybe I want people to walk in here and see how much of a mess you are once we’re done with you,” his voice was like velvet as he spoke, and sent shivers cascading down your spine. It was no secret how aroused he was already, feeling his rock hard cock pressing against your stomach, but to be fair, you weren't any better.

You could hardly form a coherent sentence towards him when he nipped at your skin, a pretty pink mark blooming where his teeth had been. His nimble fingers moved your dress straps down your arms and exposed your breasts, a low whistle coming from his lips at the sight. “God, how have I gone this long without seeing these gorgeous breasts of yours?” He hissed under his breath, immediately dipping his head down to nip at the buds.

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Vernon stood a few feet away from you, feeling his erection grow when he saw how your body reacted to Junhui’s actions. He couldn’t help himself but to move forward and let his hands reach out to play with the bud of your free breast, making a whine spill past your lips. “You look so pretty like this, you’re so hot,” he murmured, and your skin burned at the compliment, making both men chuckle.

“Now, we don’t have a lot of time in here, doll, so let’s make this quick. I want you to come and sit your pretty ass on this couch and pull your dress up for me,” Junhui whispered the words against your lips, making heat pool in your abdomen, and you felt as if your legs were jelly when you finally made your way to the couch he was referring to. 

You made quick work of pulling up your dress, feeling more exposed than ever in front of your two best friends. The lust clouding your mind overthrew those feelings, and it wasn’t long before Junhui was kneeling in front of you, a small smile hanging on his face. He let his lips linger over the top of yours, captivating your senses and your being until you couldn’t take the pressure and pressed your lips to his heatedly. There was a clash of teeth and tongue and he took the opportunity to slide his hand down and play with your soaking folds, eliciting a gasp from you and the men couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Look at how needy you are for us, and we’ve hardly even done anything,” Vernon chuckled, letting his hands roam across your upper body while Junhui pulled away and focused on your swollen bud. You didn’t even have the chance to react to their ministrations before Junhui was letting his tongue dart out to collect your juices. A loud moan passed your lips but was silenced quickly by Vernon placing a hand over your mouth. “Can’t be too loud here, babe, we don’t want to get caught now, do we?”

With the way they were both teasing you, it wasn’t long until you were on the brink of orgasm and begging for a release. “P-please...need to cum!” Your pleas were muffled by Vernon’s large palm still, and he gave you a stern look that said that if you were to cum, they wouldn’t let you cum again. “Just relax, baby, don’t cum yet and you’ll get a bigger reward afterwards,” Junhui cooed, sucking little love bites into the skin of your inner thigh.

It took all of your willpower to not cum, and they finally cut you some slack when they both pulled away from you, letting you catch your breath. You whined as your powerful orgasm ebbed away, but it wasn’t long until another flow of arousal was coating your inner thighs as you watched both men pull their cock out of their suit pants and pumped, letting small pearlescent beads of pre-cum gather on the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight, and you just knew that no matter who was inside of you, you’d end up walking funny for at least three days.

“Ass up in the air sweetheart, see that mirror that’s hanging on the wall there?” Junhui tilted his head in the direction of the floor-length mirror, which you had seemingly missed in your hurry to get their lips on you. You nodded and turned your head back to Junhui, who smirked and shifted your body so that you were facing the mirror, and you could see how truly fucked out you had become from these two men.

Vernon situated himself behind you and smoothed a hand down your back, making sure that you were in a comfortable position and wouldn’t get too many marks on your body to seem suspicious. You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, and you couldn’t help but wiggle your ass at him and whine loudly, getting impatient.

“Please fuck me! I’ve been so good for you, I’ll even suck your dick later!” You pleaded, giving him the best possible puppy dog eyes you could muster up in your given position. Without a warning, he had thrust the tip of his cock into you, before pulling out in a teasing manner. You whined even louder, letting your frustrations be known to both of the men, before Junhui finally stepped in front of you, cock in hand. “I know a good way to get you to shut up, whore, open up that pretty mouth for me and get to work,” he spat, letting his pre-cum stain your lips before pushing the tip inside of your welcoming mouth, bobbing eagerly up and down the first half of his erection.

While you focussed your attention on Junhui’s cock inside of your mouth, Vernon took the opportunity to slide his cock the rest of the way inside of you, your moans and whines of appreciation reverberating around Junhui’s cock and in turn, letting a hiss leave Junhui’s lips. “Fuck, your mouth feels amazing,” he murmured, thrusting his hips into your mouth and causing you to choke on his thick cock. Vernon’s hips never let up inside of you either, thrusting deep inside of you and hitting all of the right places. A small glance into the mirror showed tears running down your face and your makeup ruined, but neither of the boys seemed to care. 

You were going to be in so much trouble after this.

Vernon’s cock was thick and long, and with the way he was thrusting erratically, he brought you to orgasm relatively quickly and sending you into a spiral of incoherent babbles and leg spasms. You had also taken the time to deepthroat Junhui’s cock, taking as much of him as possible and doing your best to stroke any remaining shaft that you couldn’t take. The feelings were becoming too much, and your mouth was becoming slack. 

“Fuck, she’s getting tighter, I think she’s gonna cum,” Vernon rasped, spanking your ass before doubling his pace, making a cry fall from your lips as the feelings of your orgasm began to wash over you. Your vision turned white as your orgasm turned your body rigid, Junhui’s cock fell from your lips and you couldn’t stop the moans from escaping you, even more so when you heard Vernon’s loud groan as he came too, filling your walls with his hot cum.

When you finally regained your vision, you saw Junhui smiling softly at you, and wiping your cheek to rid it of some of your mascara. “You did so well, sweetheart, so well for us,” he hummed, letting you rest for a while before helping you to stand. 

When you stared at your gaze in the mirror, you knew that if you bumped into anyone on the way back to the table, that they would instantly know what you had been up to. While Vernon adjusted himself in his boxers and fixed up his suit, you glanced over at Junhui, who very clearly still had a raging erection since you didn’t get to finish him off.

“Don’t you wanna cum too?” You asked him, letting your palm land against his clothed erection and begin to rub gently. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh through his nose, holding back on a groan before opening his eyes again and reaching for your hand. “I do, so badly, but I wanna be inside of you, and I have a plan, don’t worry,” he replied, kissing the palm of your hand before helping you to straighten your dress and fix up your hair so it doesn’t look like you had just been fucked in a random room at an awards show.

Carefully, you all walked back out to the ceremony and noticed that they were wrapping up with a performance from a rookie group. You sighed as you took a seat, and brushed off everyone’s confused and concerned glances thrown around the table. “We thought you got lost!” Chan piped up, a chuckle leaving your lips at his somewhat innocent demeanour. “We were just worried, that’s all, you didn’t even tell anyone where you were!” Seungcheol commented, a concerned look present on his face even with the dim lighting of the room.

“I’m fine! I think I did get lost in the hallways, there’s so many of them,” you stated nervously, scratching at the back of your head. Junhui had resumed his earlier position with his hand on your thigh, but this time it was sitting higher up, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “I can’t wait for this to be over so I can have you all for myself,” he whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’ll see.”

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 You don’t know how he managed to do it, but somehow, in some way, Junhui had managed to secure you sitting on his lap on the way home, as dangerous as it was. “Isn’t this illegal?” You spoke hurriedly, not even having the opportunity to choose somewhere else before the van was moving off. “I mean, probably, but you won’t be complaining soon,” he retorted, a cheeky smile covering his face.

From the angle you were sitting on his lap, you could feel his rock hard erection pressing against your ass. You wiggled around a little to tease him, but when he gripped your hips with an iron-like force, you halted, knowing he was about to return the same energy to you.

With quick movements, he had lifted you off his lap a little, freed his cock from their confines before shifting your dress and panties to the side. Without warning, he sunk you back down onto his cock, and you had to try your absolute hardest to stifle your moan. Luckily, Vernon was sitting next to Junhui and was having the time of his life, watching you try to contain your moans.

“Now, you’re gonna sit on my cock back to the dorms, and if you cum at all, we get to punish you, got it?” He teasingly whispered into your ear, and you could feel his chest moving back and forth with the way he lightly chuckled. 

He knew it wasn’t going to be easy for you.

It also wasn’t made any easier when Vernon managed to slip his hand underneath your dress and find your swollen bud with ease, drawing slow circles onto it and making your legs twitch. “V-Vernon...please…” you whispered out, earning a low groan from Junhui as you bumped against his cock. “Fuck, stay still if you know what’s good for you,” he moaned out, only earning a whimper from you in response. With the way that Vernon’s nimble fingers were pressing to your clit, and the feeling of Junhui’s thick cock filling you up in all the best ways, you could feel your orgasm impending and it was beginning harder to maintain control over yourself.

“I-I…” you managed to stutter out, before it was too late and you could feel your orgasm washing over you, your juices running down Junhui’s cock and your thighs and getting onto his pants. He hissed at the way you tightened around him and wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you on his cock, thrusting up into you lightly so it wasn’t obvious to anyone else in the car. You rode out your high and immediately felt your cheeks burn, and looked up to see Vernon feigning disappointment.

“I guess we need to teach you a lesson then, don’t we? But first, Junhui wants something from you,” Vernon spoke lowly, nodding his head to the man behind you. You weakly turned your head around and saw his dark eyes pooling with desire, and you knew he was only moments away from his breaking point. “As soon as this car stops and everyone is out, I’m going to be fucking you so hard into this car seat you won’t be able to walk inside.”

You gulped and took note of where you were, less than 5 minutes away from the dorm and you couldn’t help but feel excited over the prospect of having both of your best friends cum inside of you. He kept you situated on his cock, seemingly having an innocent conversation with Vernon while you tried to remain as quiet as possible. It became increasingly difficult, especially with speed bumps making you bounce up and down on his cock, but you finally made it back to the dorms, almost on the brink of yet another orgasm. 

The three of you watched as everyone filed out of the van, making sure everyone was out before the door was pulled shut and Junhui had immediately flipped you over, pounding into you as if his life depended on it. He had given you no warning, and the moans and whimpers were flying out of your mouth like a mantra. “God you’re so fucking tight, look how well your pussy takes my cock,” he groaned out, slamming his hips into yours repeatedly. By now, Vernon had taken his cock out and was stroking it languidly, his bottom lip pulled in by his teeth to prevent any noise from falling out.

“I’m gonna fill you up, sweetheart, gonna pump my cum into you and make you walk inside with it,” he whispered, loving how your eyes rolled back into your head at his comment. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, and it only took another few moments of him praising you that he too, came inside of you with a loud groan. A hand flew down to rub your clit in fast circles, sending you over the edge once more with a loud cry into Junhui’s palm.

Your breathing was erratic as he pulled out, and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Vernon had found a tissue to cum inside of and was casually tossing it into his pants pockets and getting himself back into his pants. Junhui had done the same to himself and was slowly placing your clothes back into their rightful positions so that they sat properly. 

“That was...amazing,” you breathed, sitting up and cringing slightly at the feeling of their cum dripping down your thighs. Both of the men nodded and hummed in agreement, before opening the door of the van. “I think that we should continue this inside though, I still have a little bit of energy to burn,” Junhui commented, earning a scoff from Vernon and a slap from you, but you couldn’t say it didn’t turn you on. “What did you have in mind?” You spoke up, earning surprised glances from both of them before their eyes turned dark once more.

“Why don’t you come inside and find out, sweetheart?” 

[ipegchangbin]

YOU'RE TOO SWEET OMG!!! CRYING!!! I'm glad you enjoyed that bit!!! I'm at 3k words rn and Vernon and Scoups are still not fucking, so thats fun. It's always "Oh this is gonna be a short lil fic :3" and then 10k in and I still haven't gotten to the actual point. It happens too many times, big rip

But here is another snippet, the part right after what I sent before! With a bit more of a dramatic flavor (I hope this is okay to send)

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Wonwoo choked on his drink, but only Mingyu cared enough to pat his back. A whole mess of a discussion erupted about who had seen whose private parts before. Vernon kept quiet, praying that this would distract everyone from him. He barely listened to any of it, but he watched them closely, going from Seungkwan to Seokmin to Soonyoung. His head hurt from all the yelling. Some of them were already too deep into their drink.

Vernon stiffened as he met Seungcheol's eyes, the only other person not participating. He stared like he was deciphering some cryptic code, furrowed brows and thinly pressed lips. Any other time, Vernon would have thought Seungcheol was pondering the ongoing discussion, but not now, not when his gaze was so intently fixated on Vernon. Like this, Vernon didn't want to think at all.

A small smile curled Seungcheol's lips. Reassuring. Gentle. Vernon's whole face burned and he looked away. He chased away whatever greedy hope was blooming in his mind, as if Seungcheol was actually interested in Vernon's sex life. Like everyone else, he was probably only curious for the fun of it.

Thankfully, the topic was dropped. Some of the members moved on to strip poker, clearly for a chance to see each other naked. Vernon only got out of this, because he wasn't the only one to decline participation, Minghao, Wonwoo and Seungcheol instead deciding to order some food. Vernon excused himself for a bathroom break and then sneaked into his room. If they found him sleeping, they wouldn't wake him. And Vernon didn't have to think about his leader's intense stare anymore.

re: this

QUEENIE RELEASE THIS FIC FROM THE TRENCHES

oh my god. seungcheol eyeing vernon from afar will drive me mad. one sided knowing stares that have the other party flushing >>>>

and vernon being equal parts chill and naive makes me want to cry thats my man!!! i need to see him sub so bad im so srs

cant wait for the full fic 😵‍💫 its already so good so far!!! i would very much love to read 10k words worth of verncheol going at it yep yep

[soobrat]

restraint; cyj

pairing; yeonjun x reader

words; 2.7k

genre; smut, non-idol au

warnings; dom!reader, sub!yeonjun, bondage, hand and blowjob, mistress kink

preface; this is a reworked version of my old Vernon oneshot called “good for you” . I changed it to a Yeonjun oneshot (personally I think it makes more sense) and edited it a little to hopefully be less cringe. The beginning is still very “cliche high school movie” to me though :/

"Yeonjun texted me yesterday, I think he's into me." Kwon Eunbi twirled a strand of her hair and spoke obnoxiously loud. She had to ensure that you heard her. You could feel her and her two minion's eyes boring into you.

The only thing left to do was to ignore them. You had already tried reasoning with them. Telling them and sometimes yourself that you did not like Yeonjun. Hell, you guys weren't even friends.

"Psst."

Your ears perked up at the sound. You quirk a brow. Was that aimed towards you?

"Did you hear something?" Hwang, Jung, and Kwon Eunbi straightened up in their seats, searching for the source. You heard Kwon gasp and you instantly knew. You tried to ignore the fluttering feeling in the pit of your stomach. Your hopes were up, but you didn't want to acknowledge it.

You have no time for boys

You have no time for boys

You have no time for boys

Maybe you just had to repeat it for it to stick. You were about to graduate and you have exams coming up.

"Hey Yeonjun. Still coming over tonight?" Kwon's voice was as loud as always. As if the volume in her voice would make Yeonjun run to her. You tried to stop that burning sensation. Envy, ironically. You clenched your fists.

You have no time for-

"Hey! I'm talking to you ___."

That stupid voice. You sigh, the Eunbi's scoff, Yeonjun chuckles.

"She's fucking annoying." Hwang spoke,

"Look, she's acting stuck up." then Jung.

Finally, you were getting worried that Kwon forebode the other two from talking.

"Not now, I'm studying." You were hoping a librarian or someone would come and tell all of them to shut up, but of course not. You had to go to the one college with a library that wasn't quiet. He walks closer, kneeling beside your table.

"Just for a second, please?"

You cleared your throat, regaining your composure. You could feel his breath on your arm. You ignored the goosebumps that showed up. You smoothed your hand over your arm before finally looking at him.

"Can you just... C-come to my house later okay?" You nod as if you were trying to persuade him to agree. He didn't respond, instead continuing to pout and whine. You grab his face and force him to look you in the eye.

"You can wait until later." You're stern as you nod once more. You wait for him to nod before you remove your hands. Sucking in a deep breath, you hold it for a while as you returned to your textbook.

"Who does she think she is." The Eunbi's brush you off and finally start minding their business.

Release.

Your limbs loosen up again. That was close.

Ms. Jung always said to never stop studying until the day of the test, but this was overkill. You needed to find something to do before he showed up to your apartment. The words blurred together when you did anything reading related. Nothing seemed interesting on social media, and there were too many ads on TV.

It was obvious, nothing was going to keep your attention with him on your mind. You found yourself on the couch, refreshing your social media multiple times. You were just about to doze off when a knock sounded. You jolt up from the couch, heading straight for the door.

That would be embarrassing if you open it right then and there.

You took a breath, retracting your hand from the door knob.

You have no time for boys. Release some stress and kick him out. You have no feelings for him.

In one swift movement, you twist the door knob and swing open the door.

Fuck, you had feelings for him.

His hair wasn't parted like it usually was, it was covering his eyebrows. His eyes were wide and softer than usual. He had on a loose fitting t-shirt that had a worn collar. Worn enough to show off his collar bones. You swallowed thickly, unable to look away.

"I know I look bad, but I'll be taking my clothes off anyways-" You gasp before pulling him in by his shirt and shutting the door.

"Stop fucking around Yeonjun."

"You almost went into dom-space today, didn't you?" Yeonjun inched closer to you slowly. You stay put, wanting to stand your ground. He was absolutely right. He grins as your nostrils flare.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Standing your ground was a bit hard when you were so obviously avoiding eye contact. He sighs as he reaches for your hand and brings it up to his right cheek.

Your mind goes slightly fuzzy as your cold hand melted against his warm face. He leaned into your touch and you felt your cheeks heat up.

"You're annoyingly clingy."

Yeonjun can feel your aura becoming more cold and rigid. He grinned as he took a step forward. He rests his forehead on yours, impish smile still on his face.

"Am I being a bad boy?"

A sharp inhale was drawn from you. He was such a tease. This is partly your fault. You shouldn't entertain him, it'll fuel the fire. You don't answer, instead you close your eyes.

"Punish me, please."

Your lips parted as you gasped silently. He hit a nerve and he knew it.

"I've been so needy all day mistress." His head moved to the crook of your neck. His soft kisses and breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine.

"Mistress please say something, I'm dying here-"

"Upstairs."

"What?"

You brush past him and head up the stairs. Yeonjun hesitated for a moment. He bit his lip, watching as you disappeared onto the second floor. His heartbeat picked up in speed, it was finally happening. Yeonjun felt like he was going to explode from pent up frustration.

Watching how you slowly get irritated as the Eunbi's picked on you, how you almost constantly look completely focused and determined no matter what you're doing. It made him desperately want to make you squirm.

At least, before he found out your kink. Yeonjun had no sexual feelings towards you before he found out. One day he annoyed you one too many times and you pinned him against the wall of the library. No one saw the fire inside your eyes in the remote corners of that library. Everyone only knew you as the recluse who distanced herself from anything that didn't have to do with her studies.

Not the girl got off on watching someone squirm under her damning dominance.

Yeonjun slowly pushed open the door to your bedroom. Your usually toys were scattered all over the bed. He placed his hand on the cock ring. That was new. Yeonjun could feel heat growing in his groin. He clenched his thighs instinctively. It occurred to him only then that he didn't see you in the room.

Just as he was about to turn around, he heard the door shut. He grinned. Yeonjun's skin erupted in goosebumps when he felt your hands travel down his bare arms. You reach in front of him, gripping the hem of his t-shirt. You were about to peel it from his body, but you paused.

Yeonjun knew you were in dom-space when you were silent. He was always dying to know what was on your mind.

It made Yeonjun focus more on how you were making him feel. Like when you let go of his shirt and moved past it. You slid your cold fingers underneath his jeans. Yeonjun shuddered as your fingertips made contact with his lower abdomen only briefly before they moved under his pants.

You sighed, the first sound you'd made since you both got up here, when your fingers came in contact with his member. Yeonjun huffed and clenched his thighs. You pinch his thigh and Yeonjun gasps in surprise. He knew what it meant and he immediately reopened his legs.

You close your hand over his hard cock, relishing as he whimpered. Yeonjun opened his mouth to beg but you pinched him again. This was the hardest part, but Yeonjun knew he'd be rewarded for being good.

A few languid strokes through his boxers nearly made him forget about being rewarded. You look over his shoulder to watch your movements and how it made him squirm. Yeonjun knew he was doomed when you reached down further to cup his balls. His toes curled into the carpet and he took his lip in between his teeth. If he writhed or made anymore sound than what he was already doing, he could forget about cumming.

Deep breaths.

It was hard for you to hold in your smile. This is exactly what you wanted. You reveled in his sexual frustration. Words couldn't describe how tempting it was to give up and let him take you then and there.

However, that wouldn't be nearly as gratifying.

Yeonjun was holding up aggravatingly well. It was time to up the ante.

"Get on the bed."

Yeonjun shuddered and nodded. You step away from him and watch as he crawls up on the bed. He cleared a path through the toys and lied on his back.

The way he raised his arms over his head brought a small smile to your face. It was a good decision to leave his shirt on. This whole scene was beautifully submissive.

Kneeling on the bed, you grab the rope and secure Yeonjun's arms to the headboard. Your hands trail down his arms, to his torso, and landed at the hem of his pants again. This time you got rid of them. The speed at which you did so got Yeonjun excited. He was definitely about to be rewarded.

Yeonjun's thighs tense up as your rake your nails down them. His cock twitched whenever you got close enough. You enjoyed that reaction, triggering it many times until he began whimpering in protest.

"Are you ready to be rewarded?"

Yeonjun nodded eagerly. You sighed as if you weren't ecstatic to share this news you were about to share with him.

"That's too bad. I hope you're prepared for a new punishment."

"What? Why?"

Yeonjun knew when he heard you chuckle that he shouldn't have said anything.

"You and your big mouth." You tsk as you reach for the lube and squeeze some out on your hand. Yeonjun hissed when the gel made contact with his shaft.

It was the way you barely communicated with him and barely made contact that drove him crazy. He had to admit that it was an efficient punishment. Was it naughty for him to grind against your hand? He didn't know, but he didn't care. He tugged against his restraints, bottom lip raw from him nipping at it so much.

You noticed his breathing picking up and his eyes shutting suddenly, so you stopped. You quirked your eyebrow at him when you heard him groan.

"Are you agitated?" Yeonjun ignored you. Bad choice.

"Good thing you're being naughty. I've wanted to try these out for so long." You grab more rope and the cock ring. You smirk slyly to yourself. You pull both his legs straight and bind them to the bottom bed posts.

"You look so nice spread wide open to me." Your tongue swipes over your bottom lip as you examine him. His hair stuck to his forehead and his bottom lip swollen. Not to mention how fucking cute he was in that t-shirt.

With more lube on your hand, you moisten the cock ring and slide it over his shaft. His shaft began to throb when you secured the ring. The pent up frustration was driving him up the wall with no way to release it.

"Fuck, you're driving me crazy."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

He was frustrated, you could see and feel it. You smiled to yourself. Now he felt the way he made you feel all the time. Time to enjoy every second of his torture.

"I bet you want to be stimulated now, huh?" You look up at him with faux pity in your eyes. Yeonjun doesn't answer, only looks at you begrudgingly. You peel his cock from his stomach and start twisting both your hands around it. His aura shifts, something tells you he's ready to be good for you again.

Short puffs of breath hit his balls as your face hovered over them. He flinched each time it happened. It felt like it was a bit early for you to be getting so aroused, but you couldn't help it. The way he clenched his eyes shut and moaned uncontrollably. He sounded so sinful yet sweet. You had to stop yourself giving in once again.

The higher pitched moans omitting from him meant he was close.

"Please- I don't want to cum like this. Please mistress, I wanna be inside of you." Yeonjun's voice cracked as he begged. He was hiding his face but you could still see how pink his cheeks were and how his face contorted.

Tsk tsk tsk. He knew he wasn't supposed to beg or speak for that matter until you asked. You slowed down your movements considerably and loosened your grip a bit. He whined, back arching off the bed.

"Jesus fuck-" He nearly sobbed at the loss of sweet friction.

"Be a good boy."

"Fuck that-"

It was an understatement to say he was shocked when you suddenly stuffed his cock down your throat. He grunts loudly, bucking into your mouth the best that he could. This isn't what he meant by being inside of you, but it was good for now.

The raw skin on his wrists didn't stop him from pulling against them again. He clenched his fists tightly causing numerous thick veins to pop out on his forearm. You lingered there, enjoying the sounds spilling from his lips. The lack of eye contact on your end frustrated him beyond belief, but he knew better than to voice it. He bit his tongue and focused on how warm and wet the inside of your mouth felt. His cock throbbed, threatening to spill into your mouth.

You finally remove his cock from your mouth. You make direct eye contact as you wipe the saliva from your mouth. He swallows hard.

"You like that? You can speak now."

"Yes."

You smirk. "Beg for it if you want it again." Yeonjun jumped at the opportunity.

"Please! I want to feel your mouth again so bad."

"That's not good enough."

"Please, please mistress! I want you to do it again, please!"

"Do what again?"

"Put my cock in your mouth please! Please suck my cock." You nearly moaned hearing him whine for you like that. He was close to his breaking point.

That wasn't only one thing he wanted, but he didn't want to push it. You knew what the other thing was, though. You pick up his cock again, swirling your tongue around the tip. His moans sound like they're coming from the depths of his body. You were barely touching him.

You started to suck on his tip. Only then did you look up at him. He whimpered, bucking again. You hold his hips down and sink your head down 'til your nose hits his stomach. All while still staring into his eyes. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. His mouth gaping open with no sound coming out.

He felt a pulsing heat in his pelvic area as you bobbed your head. He was close. The pleasure was immeasurable but he wanted your cunt desperately. He clenched his fists again, trying to fight away his urge to cum. Taking deep breaths, biting his lip harshly and clenching his eyes shut were the measures he took. Sadly, to no avail.

"F-fuck I'm-" he doesn't even finish before you're pulling away completely. His cock bobbed as cum erupted from the tip. He whines and whimpers loudly as he finishes his ruined orgasm. His cock throbbed a few more times before it fell limp.

He threw his head back, letting it thud against the headboard.

"Fucking hell." He groans. You shake your head at him as you untied him.

"That was fucked."

"You did it to yourself." You throw him a towel. "Clean up and get out. I have shit to do."

"What, like study for the 80th time for one test?" He laughs teasingly.

"Shut the hell up." Your voice is threatening, but he doesn't flinch.

"Looks like you're still in dom-space. Hopefully it goes away before class tomorrow." He raised his eyebrows at the thought of your secret getting out.

"You know what? Hopefully it doesn't, so I can make you cum in your pants between classes and show the Eunbi's that you cum prematurely.~"

"Hey-" You run out the room and slam the door before he could say anything.