#yongseung fanfic

[slytherinshua]

SUMMER KISSES

genre. fluff. warnings. they're making out but it's not rly suggestive at all. just a lot of kissing and them being in love w each other :( pairing. yongseung x fem!reader. wc. 544. request. no. a/n. i got the absolute worst brainrot for this fic while i was watching belbel land and it was honestly just insane because i suddenly needed to write making out with yongseung and dropped everything to do it 😭 tagging @zarazmnie-cos cause idek if you wanted to be added to my vrvr taglist but i feel obligated to tag you whenever there is a fic bcuz we are both so starved 😭😭

Summer vacations with your friends and boyfriend meant hours spent at the lake playing water games, endless snacks at the villa, late night barbecues, and, perhaps your favourite: make-outs on the couch when all your friends had left the house.

You and Yongseung were both tired from the hours you had already spent at the lake that morning. There were countless rides and numerous games played, all of them physically exhausting you, but it was definitely the most fun you’d had in a while. While the rest of the boys showered quickly and went out to find food, still somehow energetic and excited about the trip, you and your boyfriend decided to stay back and relax. 

Now, with fresh sweats on after your warm showers, you were cuddled up on the couch, legs tangled with each other. You tangled your fingers in Yongseung’s hair, smiling as the floral scent of the shampoo hit your nose. He turned his head up slightly, bumping his nose with yours and letting his breath hit your lips slightly. A second later, his lips were interlocked with yours, moving slowly against you in perfect harmony.

It was relaxing for you to just be able to focus on the feeling of him after the day of chaos and fun. All the warmth and love you had for each other seemed to float in the air and surround you as Yongseung kissed you just a little bit deeper.

You were quick to get completely lost in the feeling. Yongseung’s subtle citrus cologne was addicting to you, and by far your favourite scent in the whole world. There was no place you’d rather be than in his arms— you couldn’t help but feel that everything was as perfect as it could get when his lips were interlocked with yours.

He seemed to be as lost in the feeling as you were, trying to pull you closer with his hands even though you were as close to him as humanly possible. One of his hands brushed up behind your neck, holding the position so you couldn’t slip away from him and continuing to pour out all his love for you where your lips connected.

You had to pull apart once your breath ran out, but even then, your lips kept finding their way back to Yongseung’s again and again in short sweet pecks. You could never get enough of the feeling, even if you were to kiss him for an entire lifetime.

“Are you tired?” You mumbled against his lips, a hand trailing down to his cheek to cup it, leaving its original spot in his hair. At first, he nods his head, but a split second later he’s shaking it and it makes you chuckle. “That wasn’t a clear answer, Yong.” There was nothing but fondness present in your voice, and that paired with how close your face still was to him brought a smile to Yongseung’s face.

“I am tired, but not enough to stop kissing you.” He whispered, his eyes staring up at you as if pleading for you to kiss him again. You were sure the last thing you would ever do is say no to Yongseung, so with your regained breath, your lips crashed onto his once more.

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Verivery ficlet master post:

1. Body swap: G, Yeonho and Yongseung wake up in each other’s body

2. Game night: G, the group comforts Minchan after coming back from their scheduling that he had to miss

3. Kangmin the little witch: G, forest witch Kangmin finds a new friend

4. Minchan has a death wish: G, minchan finds a pair of handcuffs and chaos ensues

5. It was at fifth glance: G, little vignettes of Dongheon falling in love with his neighbor Hoyoung

6. First snow: G, the boys celebrate Hoyoung’s first snow

7. Gazing at Glitter: G, photographer Yeonho is mesmerized by model Yongseung

8. Instructions Unclear: E, Gyehyeon and Minchan spend the afternoon together

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the boy from the summer before

verivery’s yongseung x verivery

yongseung is caught in a loop of midsummer’s love

inspo ~ summer is for falling in love - sarah kang

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The raven-headed boy opened the sliding door and stepped into the crisp evening air. It was the middle of summer, and a gust of cool wind felt relieving, a gracious gift almost, and it gave the boy's lips a quick twitch. He leant up against the metal railing of his balcony, ignoring the paint chips scratching his forearms, and rubbed his thumb across the glass in his hand. It was a cold, and relatively tall, glass of lemonade he made himself. It was a tad too watery and sweet - for he liked his lemonade tart and ulcer-inducing - but it oddly fit the mood: soft sunset, soft wind, and a soft glass of lemonade.

He took a sip and sighed out in delight; his first week back at college was more stressful than he remembered it being, however a summer of partying can really clog the brain. His classes, contrary to what his seniors told him, were a lot harder, but he liked the challenge, for it gave him a spike of determination and a sense of accomplishment when he finally, after 4 tries, got that damn report complete.

The boy snorted, took another sip of his drink because it was strangely addicting, and flicked a strand of dyed blonde hair off his eyelashes. His eyes wandered the streets down below: cars (too many of which were red) lined the sidewalk like ants standing guard, the trees swayed with melodic movements and the wind picked up, almost shooing the remaining people into their homes, their nest for the automotive ants to protect. And the sunset, the beautiful, candied and honey-glazed sunset that made the boy miles away feel warm.

The wind carded through his hair with such gentleness and care that it brought him back to a certain someone with a smile as warm as the sunset against his cheek, yet that sunset reminded him of someone with hair as wild as the colors painted across the sky, and yet those colors, vivid and rich, made him remember the radiant innocence of another someone, but yet that childlike personality reminded him of another someone that acted all to similarly to himself.

Yongseung has had a peculiar past four years; their fall's were refreshing, their winter's were bitter, and their spring's were bright, yet each summer felt like he got hit with a wave, smacked by someone new each season that he held onto for way too long, only for another person to whisk him away and make him forget about the person from the summer before all together, but that was until they left too, twirling with the wind like a god weaving through threads of time.

It was a vicious cycle, meeting another boy that was perfect in Yongseung's eyes, and having him watch that boy leave at the end of each summer, with a bittersweet smile that was almost as familiar to him as the feeling of regret, the feeling of longing and the feeling of melancholy, yet the melancholy had a source: the boy from the summer before.

He looked down and saw that his lemonade was almost gone, so he stood up straight, popped his back, and begrudgingly went back inside.

He can remember the first summer of this series of golden boys too clearly for his liking: it was his first day at his first ever job. He was working at a fast food restaurant as a front counter helper for this boy a year older than him. He remembered him in such detail that it unnerved Yongseung a tad, but how could he forget a person with such a radiant smile?

He remembered the boy to have deep brown hair that always fell in thin vines across his forehead; he wore a pair of torn up red Converse with the laces of his left shoe way too long that he tended to trip over, and a smile akin to sunlight; its was a bit poetic for Yongseung, but the fast food cashier he worked alongside during the summer going into his senior year had the most dazzling smile, the softest voice, and the warmest eyes he's ever seen.

It was obvious as to why Yongseung grew so attached to the boy: he acted as his older brother. Yongseung is an only child, and having the boy next to him giving advice for his senior year and college years to come, rustling his hair when he punched in a customer's order correctly, or simply giving him a hug when his report card was straight A's sent his heart into a tornado of emotions that still left an ache in his chest, like a scab ripped off to early, the blood sweet like cherries.

His attachment to the older soon grew into something deeper; he found himself looking at him longer than anyone else, feeling like he was floating by a simple squeeze on his arm, and an action as small as a giggle sent Yongseung spiraling into a hole of an unknown emotion he only figured out when the older left for college. He understood he had a crush on the older cashier, but whenever he sat with him during their break and watched him shovel french fries into his mouth whilst scrolling on his phone, he couldn't make himself break what they had.

He was scared; Yongseung was terrified to shatter the closeness of their friendship by telling the cashier about his growing crush that he waited too long and lost him completely. He could picture the day so well that it made him feel sick: he was in front of the boy's car - for he had just got his driver's license and the older wanted him to "see what he’s learned" - and the older was not but a couple inches away from Yongseung.

The older signed out a laugh and set his hand on the younger's shoulder. "I'm going to miss bossing you around."

It was so bittersweet that Yongseung wanted to puke. "I will too." He looked up and met his eyes, feeling his chest explode. "Please call and text me. I wanna hear all the wild stories and stupid shit you get into."

He smiled, and oh did he look like an angel beckoning him through pearly gates. "I'll try. College is pretty time consuming."

"You said you'll always have time for me." He pouted.

He felt a hand ruffle his hair and rest itself on the nape of his neck. "And I do, so quit making this so hard on ourselves."

Our. He wanted that word to apply to the both of them so bad; he desperately wanted that word to mean something so much more.

"Goodbye Seung." He flicked his hand outside his car window.

"Goodbye Dongheon."

Yongseung blinked and found himself sitting at his dining table, a plate of leftover pasta before him and another glass of lemonade next to it. He looked up and saw that the flowers he bought a couple days ago were still as lively as ever, and when his eyes landed a bright blue carnation, it reminded him of his second summer.

When he walked into his AP Computer Science class at the start of senior year, he was filled with unfaltering determination and jittery anticipation with a looming sense of anxiety. He glanced up at the white board, saw that there wasn't a seating chart taped up, and turned to search for an empty seat. As he walked between the tables, he threw smiles at people he remembered from classes the years before, like one girl he thought dropped out of the pathway, and gave others quick high-fives and punches on the shoulder.

Yongseung entered the class late - the teacher wasn't there and a few other students walked in after him so he was in the clear - so the seats he wanted were all taken. So, with the snickers and silly faces of his friends behind him, he had to settle with the seat against the left side of the class at the very front; he didn't mind sitting where he was, for he was just a row behind his friends and the boy he sat next to piqued his interest. He had rich blue hair and it baffled Yongseung how the other didn't get reprimanded, but then again, his school's policies were pretty lax.

He remembered the boy looking up from his phone and dropping it on the table, giving Yongseung a thin smile as he shrugged his backpack off and the teacher strutted into class.

"Get to know your tablemate," The bearded man announced. "Because you'll be doing an assignment with them at the end of the year.”

The howls and hollering cries his friends let out when the bell rang still minutely stung; they pitied Yongseung, pleaded for him not to beat the others up and promised that they'll work hard and not leech off him for the answers to this year's assignments.

"Still can't believe you're going to have to work with the pretty blue boy."

"Shut the hell up! He's not as bad as everyone makes him out to be. Right?"

Yongseung was right, for the most part however; his classmates told him that the blue haired boy was sassy, arrogantly smart, and strangely pretty.

Yongseung, throughout the course of his senior year, came to realize that the things his classmates whispered to him or what his friends would tell him across the lunch table were only half truths. The boy was sassy, but sassy in a charming and charismatic way; every joke he mumbled would always have Yongseung snickering through his hand or smiling while rolling his eyes. The boy was smart, but not so much in an arrogant way as other students perceived, but in a confident way; he knew his stuff, and the things he found easy he vocalized in hopes for a challenge, and Yongseung really admired that. And lastly, when people said the boy was strangely pretty, they should omit the strange because to Yongseung, the boy was gorgeous. It was something about his eyes, he kept telling himself, and how they matched perfectly with his personality: cat-like, wicked, like a poison-dipped apple.

His senior year flew by and it was summer before he knew it. His final project as a high school student was to create a face detection system between the two of them that could recognize them both. Easier said than done for the blue haired boy, a bit harder and time consuming for Yongseung. But, the boy stayed back and helped the latter the entire time, giving him helpful advice when needed and times where it came off as cocky. They would both stay up till 4 a.m. trying to wire the system up when the blue haired boy would fall asleep on Yongseung's shoulder, energy drink almost about to tip over, when he would freeze and feel his chest blossom with an emotion he only ever felt last summer. He'd drop his tools, fall back against the side of the blue haired boy's bed, and sigh.

Again?

But it wasn't like last summer, for the previous boy was much older, so Yongseung idolized him. As for the blue haired boy, he felt like he had a genuine connection with him and became so close over the course of a month and a half that the feelings he was festering felt different from the ones before.

They, both him and the blue haired boy, felt young, felt happy, felt like they were meant to be, and that's why it hurt so much more to leave him.

"You're going to get into HSU, trust me."

Yongseung had his hands clasped around the others.

The boy nodded. "I know I will." He let out a weak sigh and looked up, meeting Yonseung's stare with wide eyes. "Why'd you have to pick a college so far away?"

"It's only a two hour plane ride, chill out."

"That's an entire college student's lunch money right there." He wiggled his hand free and aggressively poked Yongseung's chest.

"C'mere." The younger pulled the now orange haired boy in for a hug that lasted way longer than a couple of seconds, and the both of them knew that neither one of them wanted to let go. But they had to in the end.

He shut his car door and gave one last glance at the boy; his hair was dancing in the wind.

"Bye Yongie. Hope college treats you well."

"Bye Gyehyeon."

He rubbed his eyes and saw before him his T.V.; he was in his bedroom bundled up in the blankets atop his bed, semi-wet hair kissing his eyebrows and yet another glass half empty of lemonade on his nightstand. He flicked his eyes over to the drink, casting them to the ceiling as he thought about how it was as if the second he started sipping it, he started reliving every summer prior. He looked back at the T.V. and found it playing some reality show. He snickered when a woman started hollering about some nonsense, but got washed away in thought for the nth time that night when he saw a man that looked eerily similar to a boy he met during his third summer.

Since his parents were generous enough to send him off to college with plenty of money, but not fortunate enough to have a scholarship like others he knew, Yongseung had to room on campus; he wasn't bummed in the slightest, for truly experiencing college was to live on campus for a year or two right?

The midnight dorm parties, waking up to someone creating a nightclub two doors done with music loud enough to rattle his laptop, the late night chats with the neighboring room, it all sounded so fun to Yongseung. And it was; he had the time of his life freshman year, persistently accompanied by his roommate.

He clearly remembered his roommate being a child.

No, he wasn't actually a child, but the passionate, nearly electrifying innocence that radiated from his wide grin and his little giggles that sounded like a baby's were enough to convince the boy that his roommate was most definitely on the boyish side.

Yongseung vividly remembered the boy's smile; it was wide, it was bright, and it was always plastered on whenever the older was around. It was a bit hazy, but he remembered his hair being a plum color - because that was his favorite color, and boy did that make Yongseung coo for the other more. It was like coming home every day after classes to his little brother, sitting cross legged on his bed with a beaming grin, elated that his older brother returned and excited to tell him everything that happened that day. He was like a puppy, and that was the love Yongseung had for the boy: puppy love. Sweet, adorable, beautiful puppy love.

Now while the older didn't think the younger boy worshiped him, it was obvious that whenever Yongseung shuffled through the door, the boy would instantly perk up, cast his pencil aside and scoot to the edge of his bed and ask the same question he always did: "What did you do today, and don't leave anything out”

Most of Yongseung's third summer in this incessant cycle was spent on the boy's bed; the younger insisted upon it, that it felt weird without him on it. And so, with a fake scoff and a secret blush of his cheeks, he sat on the boy's bed doing everything (juvenile) you can imagine: homework and projects that made him want to pull out his hair, - why did he choose the hardest major? - reading series after series from his favorite author while the younger took peeks every so often and asked what was going on, eating both of their kitchen creations that left their oven so messy that they had to play rock-paper-scissors to see who had to clean it - spoiler alert: it was always Yongseung.

Their bond grew so strong that summer that it was probably the hardest to leave the boy. He got accepted into his dream school, and the older was beyond happy for him. And when he told him that he'll be leaving in a month, Yongseung knew it would sting, but what he didn't know was how much of that hurt he was going to carry with him for the months after. Sure, it hurt to leave the previous two boys, but something about the boy's pearly eyes and infectious smile made it so incredibly hard to let the boy out of his arms.

"You can let go of me Yong, I'm not going to die."

"But I will without you." He lent back and met the boy's eyes. They were glassy, and that made Yongseung's chest tighten. "Hey, no crying, you've done enough of that."

The hand on his cheek raised as he smiled. "I'm going to miss the late night marathons. “

"I will too," Yongseung said, now holding onto the boy's shoulders. "But you'll have so much fun. Trust me."

He nodded with a tight lipped smile. He looked over at his car, inhaled, and glanced back at Yongseung. "I'll call you once I arrive."

"Please, I wanna hear all about it." Yongseung grinned. "And don't leave anything out!" He tapped the younger's nose.

The boy giggled; he was pulled into a tight, almost bone-crushing last hug and when Yongseung blinked, he was seated in his car.

His fingers were white around the steering wheel.

"Bye bye Yongs."

"Bye bye Kangmin."

Yongseung flipped over and pouted. He couldn't sleep funnily enough; he wonders why. He glared up at the empty glass on his nightstand, sparkling like crystals as the moon hit it from his parted curtains. Curse his addiction to sour foods and drinks alike.

He looked away and stuffed more of the blankets into his arms, curling them into a ball and squishing them against his chest. It was a habit of his, one he thought only he had until he entered his sophomore year of college.

No, Yongseung told himself. Not again.

But much like his endless summer rhythm, he couldn't stop his mind from drifting back to the most recent boy, one he left just weeks prior. Screw you, addicting lemonade!

His Introduction to Programming class was, if he remembers correctly, very lively. He sat with a girl he knew from his earlier classes and her boyfriend and they - for the most part - got their work done and even had a couple outbursts themselves, miniscule in number to the amount the rest of his class had. He expected it every time he opened the door, he expected it every time the professor stopped lecturing to take a sip of water, and he definitely did expect it when he gave them five minute breaks between extra challenging concepts. They weren't annoying outbursts, just harmless pranks and silly gags that even had the professor laughing, so all in all, his Programming class was pretty fun; and it quickly became his favorite class, but not because of its liveliness, but a certain boy caught his eye.

The blondie always sat with the loudest group of guys; and as much as he disliked how inconsiderate they were of other students around them - all they did was talk and sometimes, Yongseung wanted to throw his keyboard at them - that certain boy was always focused and wrote down everything the professor said, as if the other four didn't exist, like he was the professor personal, diligent translator. It baffled him because no matter how hard he tried, he would always miss something due to the group's squawks.

It irked Yongseung beyond reason, and yet each time he thought about it whilst fisting his hair in frustration, his thoughts always trailed back to the irresistible blonde. He looked like a cartoon character: large, round eyes, rosy cheeks, toothy smile. It was adorable, Yongseung admitted, but he merely would stare a tad too long then shake his head and get back to work.

That's how it always was: mentally cursing the group of five, thinking about how pretty the boy was, then blinking before clicking away on his keyboard.

One time, however, when Yongseung was in the back of the library the boy appeared; the younger had handfuls of black hair clamped by his head and eyes gawking down at his paper when a laptop slid itself into view. He nearly flew out of his chair, and the boy laughed like church bells.

"Need help?"

Yongseung was fixing his notes when he replied sheepishly, "Yeah. You look like you understand everything Mrs. Min is telling us." He weakly chuckled. "And I don't."

He couldn't quite understand how they got along so well that afternoon. It was strange because it never happened to him before; he never had the ability to strike up a conversation as effortlessly as he did, become friends with someone in a matter of minutes.

They fit together so perfectly, Yongseung thought, and that's what made it the most difficult to leave.

Since their encounter in the library, the blondie proposed it be routine: get out of class, swing by the cafeteria or coffee shop down the road, and plop down at a table near a window to finish the work they didn't get done in class. Yongseung loved it, treasured the time he got alone with the boy and the other enjoyed it all the same (as if locking pinkies under the table wasn't an obvious sign enough). He adored everything about the blondie, things as cute as his crooked teeth and things as stupid as ordering a hot chocolate, only to set it aside and drink it later.

"Why don't you just get chocolate milk?"

Yongseung asked as the boy pushed it to the center of their table.

The boy smiled and said, "Because I like the taste of it lukewarm and cold better than it burning hot." He flipped open his binder and the other felt a knee caress his. "And because I don't want to be called a child."

Oh, but the pair were more like squealing toddlers than the young adults they really were; they loved stuffed animals as much as they did food, their diet consisted of fried batter and sugary drinks - mainly because the older hated any green food -, and they regularly watched animated kids shows or movies together. It was sort of blissful; it was like he was reliving his childhood with a boy that felt like his clone, his twin flame. Yongseung - in his entire 22 years of living - has never met someone else who likes flat drinks compared to carbonated ones, who removes the tomato on their BLT because it got in the way, who drowns their pizzas and pastas in marinara sauce because, God, is that stuff good.

And, as Yongseung stared up at his dorm ceiling whilst listening to the boy snore and petting his hair, he realized just how hard it was going to be to leave him this summer. He was moving; he bought an apartment down in the city, and it just so happened - just so perfectly happened to fit into this miserable repetition - that the boy couldn't follow him into the city, for he only wanted an associates degree and he got a life-changing job offer in a different city.

It hurt. It hurt more than leaving the previous summer dreams, and Yongseung sounded like a broken record at this point, but he knew, both of them knew, it was because they liked each other. But no one wanted to admit it; not even when they were sitting on the steps of their campus building.

The boy sighed. "I'll miss this."

Yongseung blinked and looked at their intertwined hands. "Same here." He almost choked on the lump in his throat. 'I've heard those words so many times that I think I'll get sick.'

A white car pulled up to the entrance; the boy's mom. The younger felt their hands slip away. "Fuck."

"Hey, don't make this a bad thing." Yongseung pulled them up to stand. "You're going to work on government computers. You should be excited." He smiled, but it was strained, like he was moving his lips against a high tide of guilt.

He could tell it hurt the other too, but it was cute nonetheless. "But you won't be with me."

Yongseung could have broken down into tears right then, but he just chuckled. "You should stop watching those dramas, they're having a negative effect on you.”

The boy hummed and nodded. The car suddenly honked, and that caused the boy to leap into Yongseung, coiling his arms around the younger and squeezing him so tight that he was sure he'll pop.

"Please, please, please call me tonight." His voice was muffled. "It's the only way I can fall asleep now."

Yongseung weakly chuckled. "Those dramas are really taking over huh? Such a charming little man you are." He caressed his highlighted hair.

"I hate you" They pulled apart and locked eyes.

Yongseung watched him approach the car, look back and wave with a toothy grin. He only now left the emptiness in his hand.

"See ya Kim Seung!" His shout echoed down the road.

"See ya Yeonho."

When Yongseung rolled over and rubbed at his face, he only then felt the tears; he couldn't understand why he was crying, but as he was brushing his teeth the next morning, it came to him: maybe he was just lonely. Maybe he was remembering his past summer crushes because his body was finally taking charge and saying 'Hey you lonely fuck! Time to get you a partner!' But, as he massaged his hair dry, he felt ill when thinking about it. He, for some reason, couldn't picture himself in a relationship, and he reasoned that to be because of his summer cycle. His body, though longing for something different, didn't want to change, too comfortable in its debilitating routine that he felt scared, but he morphed that into a form of excitement because he shouldn't be worrying about his past flings on his first day at his new job.

Yongseung fixed his tie in the bathroom mirror. He had about 3 more minutes until his work day started, and in all honesty, he was intimidated by everyone here, the receptionist included. This company was just so high-end and everyone felt so entitled and the floors were too shiny to be normal - Yongseung was panicking to say the least. He flicked his wrist and his watch flashed '9:59.’

"Here goes nothing." He smoothed his hair and tucked it behind his ears. "June 5th. Computer Programmer for...a big company, I don't know, they pay well."

Yongseung exited the bathroom and made a beeline for the meeting room. The receptionist said he'll meet one of his team members there and he'll escort him around and tell him his duties from then on. As nervous as he was, his excitement was through the roof: he got to have his dream job working alongside pretty - or so Yongseung believed - people. Why that’s was something he was excited about, beats him, but it was a point of contention nonetheless.

He was proven right, for when he opened the glass door and stepped inside, a man with wavy brown hair tied in a messy knot looked up and smiled. As he stood up - he was hunched over the table - his glasses almost fell off his nose, and they both shared an awkward chuckle.

"Yongseung right?"

"Yes sir.”

"Great! I'm Minchan, and I can't wait to start working with you."

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first post eeeeeekkkk

hope u enjoyed her!!! she was crossed posted from my wattpad with some minor revising, so she’s looking and feeling her best rn 😽😍

would love some feedback!! and ive got another short in the works tewww!!!

~ feeling like i’m in heaven now, yeah ~

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VERIVERY reactions to their S/O wanting to try cockwarming.

💎 Not Requested

Dongheon

“Dongheon please, can we!” You plead with your boyfriend to try something new that you read about called cockwarming.

“So, I’m suppose to just be inside of you and not move?” Dongheon states again, kind of confused about why you wanted to try it but he could never deny you. So he kissed your forehead and got into bed with you. As he got comfortable he slide inside of you causing you to release a small moan.

“Oh no baby girl, no noises. Especially not those sounds.” Dongheon stated as he bottomed out and laid his chest to your back. It was new to have him inside of you but having that connection felt deeper and that’s what you wanted. You then began to feel his hands begin to caress your thighs and hips.

“Baby, is this what you wanted?” Dongheon whispered into your ear making you hum.

“You know I would do anything for you.” He said again, this time he placed a kiss on your neck and you knew exactly where he was going with this.

“You also know I would do anything to you right?” Dongheon says as he then grips your thigh and all you could do was moan in approval.

“I’m sorry baby, but I need to fuck you.” Dongheon said in a low tone. “Please.” You responded so quickly because you also wanted him to move. It was a new experience and you would definitely try again maybe a little longer next time.

Hoyoung

“Hoyoung, just don’t move.” You tell your boyfriend as you both try to get comfortable since this cockwarming thing was new to both of you.

“Are you comfortable?” Hoyoung asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist turning you into the little spoon.

“Yes my love.” You answer making him hum in approval. As you laid in bed with him inside of you, you realized that you both had the same breathing pattern and that made your heart melt. Hoyoung was one of a kind and the fact that he wanted to try this took your relationship to a new level. After a couple of minutes you craved more so you slowly stared to move your pelvic area catching Hoyoung by surprise.

“Wait, babe.” He tried to say but it came out in more of a moan. He then slowly moved his hand to your thigh to grip it as he began to slowly thrust into you. Hoyoung then placed his lips onto your neck and began to leave little marks.

“I really enjoyed this baby.” He said as he began to thrust harder and faster. “Can’t wait to do this again.” Hoyoung said as he turned you over so he could kiss your lips.

Minchan

“Minchan, what about your work.” You ask in an airy tone as your boyfriend continues to attack your neck and chest with his lips.

“It’s fine, I’m almost done.” He responds as he lifts your dress up and moves your underwear to the side and casually slips inside causing you to moan out and grab onto his shoulders. As you prepare to start bouncing on his dick, he held your hips still and looked up at you.

“No baby, just sit still while I finish my work.” Minchan commanded as he wheeled his chair closer to the computer and began typing away.

“Wait... are you serious?” You say in a giggle as you sat on your boyfriends lap with his dick deep inside of you.

“Yes babe, it’s called cockwarming and like I said... I’m almost done.” He answered with a grin. Since you couldn’t believe it you tried to slowly move your hips but he wasn’t having it.

“Baby, don’t move. Once I’m done, I will fuck you till you can’t walk but for now, just sit. You have the best seat in the house.” Minchan said as he kissed your cheek and continued his work. Since this was one of his fantasies you decided to obey since he was right, you did have the best seat.

Gyehyeon

“Please. Please , do it for me?” You begged, trying your best to convince your boyfriend of your unannounced comfort kink.

“Baby, are you sure?” Gyehyeon questions. He’s new to cockwarming but hearing you say how much you like it made him cave. Taking a deep breath, he pushed into you, his length semi soft but quickly feeling the warmth of your pussy made him hardened. You pushed back slowly, making him fit snug and comfortable inside you.

“No sex. Just sleep. Okay?” You remind him. Knowing full well how much torture this would be for the both of you. He kept thickening inside you and it was hard not to moan his name. But this was something new you wanted to try with him, so you were going to make this work.

“If you break, I’ll break. Let’s see who can last longer.” He softly jokes, going to hug you tightly from behind.

Yeonho

“It’s called cockwarming babe.” You try to explain to your boyfriend as he continues to try and watch his favorite drama.

“So you expect me not to move when I’m inside you... that sounds impossible.” Yeonho says with a chuckle.

“Come to bed and we can try it.” You say as you grab his hand and guide him to the room.

“Okay babe, you can’t get mad at me if I can’t control myself.” Yeonho warns as he pushes inside of you. As you both try to get comfortable you can already feel Yeonho getting horny as his length stiffened. You were the one with the idea but it was a turn on that he was getting so bothered even when he was already inside of you and you also couldn’t hold back.

“Babe, maybe next time.” Yeonho says as he pulls out to lay you on your back, then hiking one of your thighs up and slamming back inside of you.

“Baby girl, you should of known better. I can’t be inside you without wanting to fuck you crazy.” Yeonho said between breaths as he continued to fuck you senseless. It’s okay, at least he tried.

Yongseung

“Yongseung, baby you were amazing.” You say trying to catch your breath after an intense sex session with your boyfriend.

“Thank you baby, for putting up with me. I just couldn’t help myself tonight or any night when it comes to you.” Yongseung confesses, gently caressing your face as you sit on top of him.

“Wait babe,” Yongseung said as he held you in place.

“I.. I want to try something.” He goes on , getting up on his elbows, placing one hand on your back and laying you down.

“Let’s just stay like this for a while.” Yongseung says as he lays ontop of you, his cock still inside of you. You slowly place your hand on his cheeks and begin caressing it. You didn’t know why he wanted to do this but having him still inside of you as you both laid together was such a different connection that you’ve never experienced with anyone.

“You look so beautiful.” Yongseung said as he moved some hair away from your face. You stayed like that staring into each other’s eyes for hours.

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[veriincorrectvery]

I wanna make a VERIVERY fanfic but im too dumb :")

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[yangmi1989]

Amor à primeira vista

》 Capa para @tinyllgye e projeto @VERRERNation no Social Spirit.

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[thesunnyshow]

EPISODE 36 BONUS ROUND: K-POP CONFIDENTIAL

Name: Akame

Writing Blog URL(s): @yinxiong

Has K-Pop changed your life in any major way? Lol yea, nothing has been the same since I stanned EXO in 2014 :’) seriously though there’s some hella good music here

What groups do you stan? (right now) vixx, n.flying, the rose, lucy, clc, dreamcatcher, (lowkey stan) astro, nct/wayv, exo, girl’s day, 2ne1, loona (though in terms of purely music taste my answer might differ slightly)

Who are your biases? current ults? taekwoon, cha hun, hajoon, yongseung

If you could do one activity with your ult, what would it be? Fight them (and then go shopping with hajoon bc I need him to style me)

Where do you think the line between fantasy and reality should be drawn? Well this is iffy bc even if an idol seems genuine, there can be instances that they have an image to uphold. Basically, I think most idols still have a persona that aren’t 100% true to themselves and we shouldn’t believe they're reality all the time. Also this should be a given but literally any fanfic + fanservice stuff is fake lol they ain’t your bfs / gfs they just wanna put out good music/performances that can be appreciated at the end of the day

What would you do if you met your bias in real life? Fight them

Is there a need for reform in the industry? Uh hell yea, it’s pretty toxic lol. The industry is super oversaturated these days, especially with companies trying to profit off of whatever they can. The constant criticism that’s oftentimes straight up harassment from netizens has got to stop, also the double standards for female artists ugh TTTT

If you could be a K-pop star, would you? Maybe for a day just to see what it’s like but realistically no

What would you do if you found out that [insert idol here] had read [this] fic about them? Well I don’t think I have anything super incriminating on here so ask if I have good writing LOL

#@yinxiong #thesunnyshow #bonus round kpop confidential

[x-i-l-verify]

6, 7, 17, 30, 34

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily?

Dialogue usually flows rather easily for me, and I tend to enjoy writing descriptions of locations and people (when I actually know what they look like).

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7. What element of writing do you struggle with most?

Descriptions (of things I can’t visualize easily), action scenes and getting from point A to D when points B and C are things I’m really not passionate about writing.X|

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17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

Any sort of smut trope. Nope. Not gonna happen.

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30. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

Oh boi, interesting question. I guess it depends on my mood? But if you’re talking like... the entire thing is either tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst, then tooth-rotting fluff, I don’t tend to like ending stories on bad notes.

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34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

“Hey, hey, tell the part about Taekwoon turning into a two-tailed tiger again,” Dongheon said eagerly, wings buzzing in his excitement. “I never get to see him transform, and it sounds so cool!”

“Sounds scary, more like,” Yongseung corrected, sitting on the grass beside the garden and folding his legs under him. “Can you do that, too, Hoyoung?”

“Me?” Hoyoung laughed in shock. “No, not for a long time. It takes at least twelve years before a nekomata is able to store enough magic for that kind of feat. I’m surprised one of the others hasn’t told you before now.”

“I never even knew nekomata could do something like that until yesterday,” Yongseung pouted again. “It’s not like I just magically know what all of you are capable of. I’m still trying to figure out what I can and can’t do myself. Like here, look.” He held out a hand, and as Hoyoung and Dongheon watched, one of his fingers turned from a wooden texture to smooth, pale, human skin. “I did that by accident a few days ago. I can still only change one finger at a time, but apparently this means I could pass myself off as a real human when I get old enough if I had to. I… I didn’t even know my kind could do that. At least you grew up around other members of your species to give you some idea of what to expect.”

Ask me fanfic writer questions!

#redhatmeg #thanks for all these questions! #answered asks #fanfic

[slytherinshua]

　　　verivery masterlist ⟡₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ = author's pick !

　　　　dongheon

nothing yet . . .

　　　　hoyoung

husband hoyoung headcanons

genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 1.3k.

　　　　minchan

all your imperfections ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 1.2k.

　　　　gyehyeon

lovesick ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. hospital au. | wc: 1.6k.

just pretend

genre: fluff. fake dating. friends to lovers | wc: 1.4k.

the little mole under your eye (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. comfort. | wc: 689.

　　　　yeonho

nothing yet . . .

　　　　yongseung

summer kisses ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 544.

　　　　kangmin

super special

genre: fluff. period comfort. | wc: 814.

skin care ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 589.

flustered ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 523.

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[zerot0all]

If you figured out the theme ... then, my beautiful sinners are as sinful as can be 😈

VeriVery one shots - epilogue/explanation

Welcome to...

* 𝕃𝕒 ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕝 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕠 *

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ʟᴀᴠɪsʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇɴsɪᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴏʀᴇ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʟᴛʜʏ ʀɪᴄʜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀғғᴏʀᴅ sᴜᴄʜ ʟᴜxᴜʀʏ.

❤︎ Dongheon {ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛ} - Owner and the best whore. To get him, you must fit his schedule and pay top dollar. Good thing he’s got his eyes on you. For months now, you’ve been on his vip list. He moves clients around just to be able to fuck you. It’s wrong, you can’t turn a whore into a husband but who knows ... the more you come around , the more he begins to think about you.

❤︎ Hoyoung {ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴄʏ} - Newbie. But his stroke game has gotten various clients coming back weekly for his intense sessions. You’re not new to this lifestyle, especially this luxury whore house. Having tried them all, Hoyoung claimed you better than ever. It’s not wrong to have a crush, the thing is... so does he.

❤︎ Minchan {ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ} - Hard Fuck. Minchan is known for blowing backs out and making his clients walk out with a limp. He’s proud of his cock. He doesn’t have many clients, only because they fear his intense fucking session. But the few that he does have locked into his vip list, pay extra for the pain and pleasure package.

❤︎ Gyehyeon {sᴋʏᴅɪᴠᴇ} - POV Man. Between his glorious cock and his seductive voice, he was meant to fuck on camera. He’s a favorite with pornstars, getting paid 3X more to fuck them silly as he records it all. You, are not a pornstar but the sudden thrill of being recorded gets you off. Gyehyeon loves that about you. Maybe it’s the way you look on camera or the way you squeeze his cock when you cum, but something about you is different and he can’t get enough of it.

❤︎ Yongseung {ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ} - Soft Lover. Yongseung isn’t new but he has the aura of a pure baby boy. His clients love that about him. Something about his innocence make them wetter than ever as he fucks them long and hard. You on the other hand, are not used to this. This was your first time going into a whore house and being the daughter of a politician, you paid good money to get fucked by Yongseung. You’ve only heard stories about him and now you’re hooked.

❤︎ Yeonho {ғʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴡ} - Paid Escort. Yeonho is the only one on the escort agenda. Signing a contract to whoever will own him. Depending on the contract he is open to travel with his client, be open to group sex and/or be available for the client whenever they may call. Contracts cannot go longer than three months, clients can restart a contract but the price goes up. Yeonho is an expensive whore but he is worth it.

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❤︎Kangmin {ᴄᴜʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴄᴀʟʟ} - He is not related to the stories above, he is just an adorable school boy who befriends someone who enjoys reading like him. Yes it is fluff... because I write fluff too.

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✔︎ My beautiful sinners, hopefully you enjoyed these quick one shots. Please don’t forget to check out VeriVery’s music, they are truly amazing. Stay safe & Stay sinful 🥀

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[zerot0all]

Mystery Light | M

VeriVery- Yongseung

M- soft smut

💎Not Requested.

Your eyes were round, large with fear as Yongseung carefully moved closer to you.

“I- I’ve never done this before.” You confess , you shook with nerves only to have the gorgeous human before you smile. You were unable to understand why he was in this business, but by the way he was admiring you. It made things a little less frightening.

“It’s okay princess, you don’t need to be a pro. I do though , so let me show you a good time. Yeah?” He guided you through most of the session. Talking to you in ways that made your eyes roll back in ecstasy. It was filthy. Naughty even, but the way his lips made sure you were well taken care of made everything else blur into a rough painting of sensual behavior.

The events made you see stars , constantly calling out his name in a blissful manner. He made your body hum and sing the higher he took you. Everything was new. Everything felt right. And by the way you ended , leaking everywhere , you knew he was special. Yongseung grinned. Admiring the mess you made, your thighs shook as he stood up to admire his work.

“You only paid for an hour, but I’ll give you the next hour for free. I don’t think I’m done with you yet.” He winked , going to grab a cloth to clean you with. You laid comfortably, still panting but pleased nonetheless. Watching him walk around his room, naked was such a view. Never in your life did you ever imagine yourself in this type of situation... and you have no regrets.

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[yangmi1989]

No escurinho do cinema

》 Capa para @MiLovesJae e @VERRERNation no Social Spirit.

#design #yangmi1989 #kpop #verivery #vrvr #capa estilo romântica #capa para fanfic #yongseung #kim yongseung #bae hoyoung #hoyoung