Caught : Y.jh

caught : y.jh

word count | 1.1k

pairing | yoon jeonghan (svt) x female reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?”

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

Oh, what could he be up to this time?

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

“Ah, I knew I could count on Claire.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, you can look.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jeonghan.”

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

Shameless. So shameless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The what?”

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

Distraction

pairing: boyfriend!vernon x fem!reader

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

words: 1.6k

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

requested: yessir!

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

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

A pan clattered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So much for not startling him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not that you were going to tell him that.

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

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

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

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

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

Obviously, he was fine now.

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

“How did you—I don’t under—ugh.”

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

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

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

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

“Distracting you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You think you won?” You asked quietly.

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

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

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

thanks for reading, party people! please give it a like/reblog if you enjoyed it! - j

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Bitchless [M] Pairing: Lee Chan x Fem!Reader Tags: 7.2k, Roommate!AU, Smut, Humor Summary: While stuck in quarantine, what starts as just a joke becomes some sort of twisted sexual hunger games between you and your dorky yet admittedly attractive roommate who’s deadset on proving you wrong. 

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content 18+, Minors DNI, suggestive throughout, language, loads of teasing/lowkey edging, kissing/making out, heavy petting, breast play, unprotected sex (mxf), a teensy bit of manhandling, not a hand kink persay - he’s using them…a lot. 

“I’m bored.”

It’s probably the thousandth time you’ve heard your roommate repeat this sentiment within the hour and you’re only four days into your mandatory two week quarantine. The likelihood of you strangling him was so high that you automatically shifted further away from him on the couch lest you suddenly drop your book and wrap your hands around his stupid neck to shake him silly. 

You reign in your irritation and refuse to look over at him, dangling upside down on the couch beside you, feet hanging over the back as if his mother had swatted him for it his whole life and now that he was an adult, he was indulging in all the dumb ways to sit on furniture without repercussion. You’d scold him but he paid for the couch himself so he can sit however he likes. 

Chan boldly reaches an arm out toward you and pokes your side, quickly retracting it as you gasp and then scowl at him. “We still have ten days to go and you’re already being annoying.”

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“ on love, friendship, and jane austen ”

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

PAIRING.  vernon x gn!reader

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

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

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

WC.  4.3k

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

i. persuasion

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

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

Which of course, pissed you off. 

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strangers-to-lovers au with uni classmate!seungkwan

༉‧₊˚✧ for my 1k event !

requested by @seungcy : HIII WIFEYYY CONGRATS ON 1K MUAH MUAH <3 i hope ur taking good care of urself <3 luv u sm muah; may i request 🫣 uni student kwan strangers to lovers where kwan wants to get to know fem!reader so as a way to slowly open up to her, he buys her snacks and leaves them by where she sits along with little notes <//3 KINDA LIKE A SECRET ADMIRER 🫣 and they talk this way for a couple months and reader wants to know them better so kwan gives them his number and then they meet up and yeah <3 fall in luv kiss kiss smoochies very fluffy i love him i won’t him yes yes 🫣🫣

a/n: hai waifey 💗💗 i hope you like how your req turned out muah muah!!!! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY I HOPE YOU HAVE A SEGGSYLICIOUS DAY EVERYONE GO SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY WAIF RN >:( 💗

word count | 2.1k

pairing | boo seungkwan (svt) x f!reader

genre | fluff, humour (a lil), university au, strangers-to-lovers au

warning(s) / includes | food mentions (please lmk if i missed anything!)

you were his classmate in one of his electives

it was one of those easy-a courses where the professor reads off the slides and you can afford to not pay attention and still do pretty well as long as you memorise everything

so most of the people pretty much either skipped class or blatantly didn’t pay attention, treating the lecture as a 2-hour podcast that they treat as background noise

seungkwan wouldn’t say he was the best student, but he thinks it’s a safe estimate that he tried harder than 80% of the people who even showed up to class

it wasn’t a very fun time though </3 with people either dozing off or doing their own thing, he hadn’t made a single friend in the class because it just felt awkward to suddenly approach someone halfway through the semester :(

sometimes vernon snuck into the auditorium to keep him company whenever he didn’t have tutorials <3 we love friends <3

but the lecturer was just so good at lulling people to sleep that he’s usually out cold half an hour in </3 once again leaving seungkwan to his own devices </3

boooooooo (affectionate)

the class had to do an individual presentation on an assigned topic, and in the lesson following the deadline your lecturer randomly picked twenty people off the name list to present theirs in front of everyone

that was the day you caught seungkwan’s eye <333

everyone else before you didn’t bother trying to look like they were interested in the topic, which was understandable, but that meant their presentations were barely engaging and he was fighting to keep his eyes open 😭

but then your name was called, and he heard murmured apologies from a few rows behind him as you made your way down to the podium

you were so cute with your glasses, the large lens complementing your bright eyes perfectly as you shyly began speaking

but perhaps the most attractive part about you was your attitude; you were cheerful and friendly, not excessively so, but enough to have the bored audience paying attention

seungkwan could tell you were nervous: your voice quivered a little at certain points and you fumbled over your words a little whenever the computer was being slow and refused to move onto the next slide despite your frantic clicking, but you recovered quickly after each time

you ended your presentation with a shy smile and an awkward little bow that made some people (including himself) giggle good-naturedly, and he watched fondly as you gave the lecturer a polite nod before practically running back to your seat from embarrassment

he snuck a glance over his shoulder at you, smiling to himself when he found you ducking your head to shield your flustered face from the people sitting near you

he took an instant liking to you that day; you just radiated such positive vibes, and he admired that 🥺

poor kwan wanted to your friend so, so badly, but he didn’t know how to approach you without coming off weird or awkward ;-;

by a stroke of luck, you sat directly in front of him in the next class, an idea popped into his head when you left the auditorium during the 10-minute break

he bought a chocolate bar that morning for when he got hungry or wanted a snack, but then he thought it might be nice to give it to you instead in case you needed a pick-me-up, and who doesn’t like free food?

so he whipped out the little pad of sticky notes he always brought with him (they’re cute—they have little bears holding tangerines on the bottom), and wrote you a short message

you came back to your seat after a quick bathroom break to find a chocolate bar on your tray table along with a small note, you looked around a bit but everyone seemed busy doing their own thing, looking completely inconspicuous; you had no friends in this class so you knew it wasn’t a prank, and no one came up telling you it was meant for someone else either

it left you confused, but you weren’t about to complain about a small act of kindness from one of your classmates

seungkwan couldn’t see, but you had the biggest smile on your face as you read the note, your finger tracing over the pretty, neat penmanship

i hope you like chocolate ^v^ good luck with your classes if you have more after this one!

you did have another class later in the day, and it was a tough one too—your mystery classmate has a good hunch, it seems

your friend seokmin noted the skip in your step as you met up with him for dinner that night, and you excitedly pulled out the chocolate and the note to show him

“looks like someone has a secret admirer,” he affectionately teased, but it couldn’t be, right? you never talked to anyone in this class aside from that one time you asked a boy for a spare sheet of paper. plus, the class has over a hundred people, you’d be practically invisible

you thought you just got lucky that one time, but the notes kept coming for every lesson that followed, and the snack or drink that came with each sticky note was also different every week

even the girl who sat next to you during one of the lectures gushed over how sweet the gesture was when she saw you reading the note, and it led you to realise just how much you liked this mystery person, how they managed to get you to look forward to a morning class on a monday

deep down, you were dying to know who they were because they seem so thoughtful and easy to talk to; you’d love to meet them to thank them for their kindness and maybe even treat them to lunch or dinner as a sign of gratitude. who knows? perhaps you’d even end up being friends

and technically, you knew it’d be easy to catch them in the act—pretend to leave your seat and spy from afar until the mystery person made their move, but you resisted the urge with all your willpower, because if they wanted to reveal themselves, they would’ve; the fact that they didn’t told you they most likely weren’t comfortable with doing so yet, and you wanted to respect that

so you decided to communicate with them another way: by leaving them a snack and a little message of your own

bonus: it was also a great chance to finally break out your hoard of adorable stickers and notepads <3

your messages to each other got longer and longer; from just a few sentences wishing the other a lovely rest of the day, to short paragraphs telling each other little tidbits about yourselves and your week

you found out that they like tangerines (which made sense given the sticky notes they use), that they’re a journalism major, and that they like playing badminton and hanging out with their friends when they have free time <3 all of which you found completely endearing

seungkwan loves your notes with all his heart ;-; he honestly wasn’t expecting you to return the gesture, simply wanting to do something nice for someone who seemed like a fun person to be around, but the fact that you did has his heart racing and heat rushing to his cheeks

all his friends playfully teased him for how giddy he acted whenever he showed them your notes, but for once he didn’t really mind the teasing because he was far, far too whipped to care

lich rally bought a little folder to keep all your sticky notes so they wouldn’t get all crumpled in his bag <3 he reads them whenever he’s frustrated with something, because knowing you see him as a friend despite you two not even knowing each other cheers him up after a long day :(

you were having so much fun exchanging messages this way that it didn’t hit you until the second to last lecture that you’d potentially never get to genuinely know this incredibly sweet person in your class

and while you knew there was the chance of them not wanting to reveal themselves and preferring to leave this in the past once the semester ended, you still wanted to give it a shot ;-;

seungkwan’s hands were shaking a little as he read your note

you totally don’t have to agree if you’re not comfortable, but i’d love to meet you :’)

suddenly, he’s hit with a wave of self-doubt </3 it’s a lot easier to seem cool over paper or text or basically anything that didn’t involve spontaneous, on-the-spot situations, he’s not sure if you’d find him as interesting or fun to talk to once you got to know him irl :(((((

you didn’t hear from him that class, which made you a little sad, but you were ready to prepare yourself for the inevitable outcome that you’d never know who this person is and that this all would simply remain a fond memory in your uni life </3

the week leading up to the last lecture, all of seungkwan’s closest friends hyped him up so much 😞 they knew how much he liked you and from the notes you wrote back it was clear that you liked him just as much

after a lot of encouragement, he wrote you the final note and dropped it off at your table during the 10-minute break

let’s meet up after lecture today >< i’ll wait for you by the water dispensers outside the auditorium

to say you were vibrating with excitement after you read his note was an understatement

finally!!!! you get to find out who your mystery friend is!!!!!!!!

you could barely focus for the rest of the class, which wasn’t a huge deal anyways as the lecturer was simply going over the answers to your quiz

you kept glancing at the clock in the hall, at your watch, at the time on your laptop, then the time on your phone, eagerly counting down the minutes to the end of class

when your lecturer dismissed everyone, you were so nervous that you felt like you were going to throw up, for a split second you wondered if this was a good idea, but you ultimately decided to take a few deep breaths to compose yourself before heading outside

most of your classmates had already dispersed, not wanting to linger on campus for any longer after their last lecture of the day, so it was easy to narrow down who your mystery friend was

as you walked over to the water dispensers, you couldn’t help but think how it was almost too good to be true: standing next to the dispensers was a cute boy with the fluffiest hair and squishiest cheeks, wearing what looks like the softest sweater ever as he anxiously rocked back and forth on his heels

maybe this is a coincidence? maybe he isn’t the person you’re looking for but a cute guy who just so happened to be waiting for someone else?

all these questions brewing in your head were squashed when he gave you a shy smile as you drew closer, a quiet “hi” passing through his pretty lips

it was awkward, but not uncomfortably so

“are you…?” “the person who wrote you the notes? yeah, that’s me.”

you noticed how he wrung his hands together nervously as he confessed, and hoped that the warm smile you gave in return would be enough to reassure him

“it was so sweet of you to do that for me, thank you. i’m y/n, but you probably already knew that.”

he chuckles, cheeks still tinged a rosy pink, “yeah… i’m seungkwan.”

“well, seungkwan, i don’t have class after this anymore, so do you want to get lunch together?”

his eyes almost bugged out of his head at your invitation, but he quickly recovered and eagerly agreed, telling you he knew about this new place just outside campus that had really good sushi

you honestly couldn’t believe your luck: he was funny, sweet, and kind, and the two of you chatted like you’ve been friends for years as you ate, even going to get coffee together after because neither of you wanted your conversation to end <33 after a few more months of being friends and getting to know each other, he asked you out properly during one of your coffee shop study dates 💗

and now after almost two years of dating, the two of you still kept those notes from all those months ago in a little box tucked away safely in a desk drawer at your apartment

and when your friends asked you two if you were going to save them to show your future children, seungkwan merely responded with two playful, haughty words

“yeah, and?”

a/n: will proofread tmr bc it’s 3am rn and i have to get up for class in a few hours HWJSHAJ anyways waifey if ur reading this i hope you liked this :’))) 💗💗 ily a lot teehee kissies smooches

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

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

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

Word Count: 4.5k

Masterlist // ko-fi

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not nervous?”

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

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

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

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

“Thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, my bad.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whatever.”

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

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

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

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

“Go get ‘em, tiger!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What, why?”

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

“It’s not,” he agreed.

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

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

You grinned. “Smooth.”

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

“Like when you’re dancing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry, what?”

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

“To do what?” he said stupidly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are pretty smooth,” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

Just do it, pussy.

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

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

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

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

“Wha-what do you mean?”

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

“You do?”

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

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

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

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

“Follow me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We have options.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go ahead, baby. Let go.”

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

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

“What?” you asked shyly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hao,” you whined.

“Are you close?” he panted.

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

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

“Cum for me, angel. Let go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh huh, ‘tired’.” You winked.

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

“You have no idea.”

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

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