#sebong

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c.w.: fem!reader, mild exhibitionism, fingering, slapping, hair pulling, biting, strength play, jihoon moans yw, cumming inside (warninggg), etc

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• we all know, woozi loves to fuck in the studio.

when you come knocking on his door at 7pm while he’s leaned over his guitar, adjusting sounds on his mixing board, he doesn’t even have to say anything before you’re coming in. you’d take a seat next to him like usual, and with barely ten minutes flying by you find yourself perched in his lap.

that’s how it always happened, his slender fingers digging into your waist, pushing down a bit to feel your heated core grind against the growing buldge in his grey sweats. tongues entangled, hands dragging through his hair - it’s a scene you’d both replayed multiple times. sometimes it ended with you gasping against the empty spot on his desk, breath fogging the surface while his hips roll into you, a gentle slap hitting your hips before he’d squeeze and pull you back against him.

• woozi likes to start by touching your hair; if it’s short he’d run his fingers through it, if it’s long he’d pull and twirl it around his finger.

he’s the type to stroke your hair and whisper something sweet into your ear. “such a pretty girl… pretty hair…” he’d hum, before grabbing your locks and pulling it - not enough to hurt, but enough to make a point. it would be then he’d smile cheekily, lips puckering to smooch you almost innocently with your head pulled back.

• he has a thing for showing off his strength.

expect for a triggered jihoon to come home from the gym and search his area for you. when you come rushing to greet him, his sweaty form bulked and dick obviously hard from the sweet picture you sent him, his arms looped your waist and lifted you. you’d note how he pushed you against his waist as you dropped to wrap your legs around him. he’d hum, turning to have you against the wall, lips molded against yours. “hey, pretty girl..” he’d purr into your mouth, hands squeezing your ass from how he’s holding you.

• he’s weak for lip biting.

you could be at an outting with seventeen, or simply resting at his studio dorm, and he’d go in for a soft and subtle kiss, only to be met with a soft pull of his bottom lip. he’d groan to himself, eyes catching yours with a warning. it wasn’t just lip biting - no, he loves his mouth, tongue and teeth on your skin. he’s so affectionate sometimes, feeling like the best way to be close to you is with a blunt bite to your collarbone.

• woozi is an ass man.

does he love tits? of course, who doesn’t. but he’s got ass appreciation for days. it doesn’t matter if it’s big or small, his hands will make sure that whatever the size, it’ll have his handprint permanently on it one day. he audibly hisses when you come out wearing something particularly short or tight. he’d never tell you to change, but you’d be lucky to even make it out of the dorm. even walking through a hangout with seventeen, he’s not even shy about tapping your ass a few times as you walk past him.

• woozi can’t help but to moan.

and it’s always those “aaahhh…. yeah…” type of moans, the ones with the most praise in the simplest form? remember the hair pulling? yeah, his hand doesn’t leave your head when he’s balls-deep in your wet mouth, pulling and pushing to satisfy himself loosely - at your own pace.

but even with him on you, or you on him, he’s often seen shuddering or closing his eyes to try and help his volume. but you can break him, even without trying. when he leans his head back, his adam’s apple bobbing with each beautiful moan leaving his lips, you couldn’t help but to lean down and bite his soft spot, causing him to drive his hips up wilder into you.

• woozi loves to eat pussy.

face buried between your legs, he’s able to test his strength at keeping your legs open. he’d suck, lick, tease, and run his tongue from your entrance to your clit, pausing to encase it between his lips as he sucked. then, he’d go back to licking, moaning into your pussy as he devours your sweet juices. it was addicting, and sometimes he’d get messy with it, smearing his spit and your juices over your cunt and pressing it to your clit with his thumb, while his pointer and middle were buried in you, squelching and being squeezed around your entrance.

• prefers top to look down.

i understand he’d like to be laid back, but thinking about him on top, with his hands on your knees, spreading you wide so he could watch his dick slide in and out of you. and you bet he has a hard time trying to focus on your eyes and tight cunt at the same time. he’d grind into you, watching your face contort to one of surprise as he reached uncharted territory in your cunt.

• he loves to cum on your stomach, sometimes his load reaching your breasts.

he’d be in one of those moods, where he’s feeling a little selfish but you’re willing to give. he’d have your ass on his thighs, your own encased in his strong arms as he drilled into you. finally, as soon as he felt your orgasms wash over you, his cum was spurting out onto your tummy while he grinded the underside of his cock against your clit, helping you both through the aftershocks of the orgasms.

(Vernon x Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Opposites Attract, Soft!Vernon, Comedy, SEVENTEEN as the Third Wheels

Summary: Vernon is effortlessly chill, while his girlfriend is a hyperactive ball of energy who drags him (and SEVENTEEN) into chaos. But no matter how much the members suffer, Vernon wouldn’t have it any other way.

Vernon had long accepted that dating you meant never knowing peace.

But it wasn’t just his problem—it was SEVENTEEN’s, too.

“OKAY, WHO WANTS TO PLAY CHARADES?!” you announced, clapping your hands excitedly.

The dorm living room fell silent.

Dino subtly scooted closer to Jeonghan, hoping to blend into the couch. Mingyu suddenly took an interest in his phone. Woozi looked ready to bolt.

But before anyone could escape—

“HANSOL!” You turned to your boyfriend, grinning. “Let’s go first!”

Vernon blinked. “Huh?”

“I’ll act it out, and you guess!” You didn’t even wait for his answer before hopping up. “Okay, first one!”

Then, in the most dramatic display imaginable, you threw yourself onto the floor, pretending to faint.

Seungkwan wheeze a laugh. “Are you— are you dying?”

“Nope!” You rolled over, making exaggerated ‘crying’ motions.

“Romeo and Juliet?” Joshua guessed.

“Nope! Come on, Hansol, you got this.”

Vernon sighed, rubbing his temple. “Babe, I have no clue.”

“TITANIC!” You threw your arms out like Jack on the ship.

Jeonghan raised a brow. “I… don’t remember Rose flailing like that.”

You shot him a playful glare before flopping onto the couch next to Vernon. “Ugh, you guys are no fun.”

Mingyu laughed. “No, we just value our energy. Unlike someone.”

Vernon, meanwhile, just patted your head. “You did great, babe.”

You pouted. “You didn’t even guess.”

“Because I was too busy admiring your enthusiasm.”

The room groaned.

“BOO, GET A ROOM.” Seungkwan threw a pillow at Vernon.

Joshua shook his head, smiling. “Honestly, you two are like polar opposites.”

“Exactly,” Woozi deadpanned. “Like a tornado dating a rock.”

Vernon just shrugged. “What can I say? I like my tornado.”

You beamed, tackling him in a hug. “And I like my rock!”

The members watched as you clung onto him like a koala while he just sat there, completely unbothered.

Jeonghan sighed, standing up. “Alright, I’m out. Have fun with this.”

“Wait! I have another game idea—”

Before you could finish, SEVENTEEN collectively fled.

Vernon chuckled, squeezing your hand. “Guess it’s just us, huh?”

You grinned. “More fun for us, then.”

And Vernon—being whipped—could only nod.

𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 :: 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 . ?

who is this man? ;;