VERNON | COMING HOME WITH VERNON
PAIRING: Vernon idol x F reader! GENRE: Best friends to lovers WARNINGS: smut +18! SUMMARY: Vernon and you take your relationship one step further.
Only for adults (18+). If any of this is offensive to you or if you're under 18, please don't view it! All based on fictional events, none of this is real.
Your hands were sweating, you couldn't stop looking in the mirror and rearranging your clothes, you'd put on your best underwear, plenty of perfume, body lotion, and you'd been trying to get your hair just right: it was a losing battle.
You turned up the air conditioning because you couldn't stop feeling hot; sometimes you broke out in a cold sweat from nerves, and then the next time your temperature would rise again. Today you had met Vernon at your apartment again. You'd been friends for a year; you'd met him casually when you moved to Korea. You even had a hard time believing him when he confessed he was an idol in a pretty famous music group, because Vernon was… Vernon. So unique, carefree, distracted, so… easygoing, comfortable, and inevitably, you ended up falling in love with him. You had confessed your feelings for Vernon to Seungkwan. He supported the two of you since Vernon was his best friend and you had become a great friend to him. He had helped you plan this day for your confession, he had dropped hints (not so subtle) to Vernon to see if he'd pick up on your intentions, and Vernon just gave him one of his weird faces, raising an eyebrow.
Incoming call from "Bestie Seungkwan 🍊🧡
"What?" you reply rather dryly. "Oh my dearest friend, I'm glad to hear your voice too," your great friend, Drama Queen, replies. "Seungkwan, I'm really nervous. I'm having a terrible time. I think I'm going to abort this mission." You say, looking at yourself in the mirror for the first time. "Don't even think about it. I've been dropping hints about you to Vernon for a month, and you don't know how exhausting it is to try to make him understand something, so don't you dare." You huff and give in. Your friend encourages you, and as soon as you hang up, your doorbell rings. By now, Vernon has the code to your apartment, but he always prefers to call. You take one last look at yourself in the mirror, fix your hair, and take a deep breath.
"Hey Sol," you say, giving him one of your best smiles. "What's up? I brought some food on my way here," Vernon says as he walks in and takes off his shoes. You'll never get used to how comfortable and familiar everything feels between you. You don't even see him as a celebrity, which he is. To you, he's simply Vernon, your friend, your first love since you met him, your peace of mind. "Perfect, I've already put on that movie we had on." Vernon puts on the slippers you bought him months ago for lounging around the house and goes straight to the kitchen. He drops his backpack and starts unpacking. You see he's bought your favorite drink, as always.
"Oh, by the way, I walked past a store the other day and saw those characters you collect, so I brought you a pair." He approaches you with his backpack and takes out two boxes, which he hands to you. You take them and stare at them; you feel like crying. He always has these gestures, always buys you something, always surprises you. "Sol… Thank you so much, let me pay you," you say as you try to turn around, but he grabs your arm to stop you. "No, I bought it because I wanted it, it's a gift for you," and he says it like that, so naturally, so… like nothing, and you just want to kiss him. You sit on the couch and feel like a little girl again as you open the boxes. You point to Vernon which one you'd like to get. The first one brings you one you didn't have, but the second one does. You jump for joy and hug Vernon, letting the excitement take over. You thank him a thousand times over, and Vernon just laughs. If only you knew I'd buy you the whole store just to see you so excited all the time. And that's one of the things he likes about you: how down-to-earth you are. You never ask for anything, you're not extravagant, you don't like jewelry or spend money on clothes. That's who you are: simple, conformist, cheerful, empathetic, and a thousand other things that drive him crazy.
The movie starts, and you get comfortable on the couch. Vernon bought your favorite chips, and you're sharing them. You high-five each other several times as he puts the bag in your hand, and you giggle like fools. An hour into the movie, Vernon sees what's about to happen. You're starting to fall asleep. He watches you out of the corner of his eye, laughing at how you're trying to keep your eyes closed while you keep thinking that the plan is going to go to hell because you're such a sleepyhead.
You use the excuse of sleep to cling to him casually. You rest your head on his arm while you pretend to be asleep and wait to see if he makes a move. After a while, Vernon moves his arm behind your back and pulls you closer, your head tucked under your chest. Your heart starts racing, taking away all the sleep you had, but you won't move. Vernon can't concentrate on the movie as much as he'd like. He hears you breathing close to him, notices the scent of your perfume more, and is tempted to caress you because he's afraid of ruining the moment. That's when you raise your head. "Noonie," you say in what he thinks is the sweetest voice. You move your hand up to rest on his neck. "Y-Yeah?" "Tell me to stop if you don't want the same thing," and you kiss him. It's a slow, careful kiss. And you're surprised when he returns it and begins to deepen the kiss.
I feel heat wash over my entire body, and just when I'm ready to climb on top of him, his phone rings. He apologizes because it's Seungcheol calling him; apparently, they missed a recording and have to go. He looks at me with worried eyes and says goodbye a thousand times. "I'm so sorry, Y/N, I really am. I don't want to leave, but I can't miss the recording. I promise to make it up to you next time." I tell him it's okay, that he knows I understand without a problem. We both hesitate at the door before he leaves, so I'm the one who approaches and kisses him on the lips. "Let me know when you're done," I say as I pull away from him.
I'm texts Seungkwan, simply saying, "Done." Not even two minutes later, he's calling me. "What happened? Tell me everything!" he says, almost hysterical. I tell him everything, and he starts laughing at what happened at the end. "Well, at least next time you won't waste your time," he says, laughing.
A few days pass until we meet again, but this time all the members are there, since we had arranged to meet for a drink. If I'm sure of one thing that night, it's that I'm going all out. I wear a simple, plain, strappy black dress—not over-the-top, but sexy. I put on some comfortable black sandals and let my hair down. I don't like to wear makeup because, given the heat and how much I sweat, I prefer a clean face. I just put on my creams, eyeliner, and a little blush. I'm not wearing a bra, and underneath I've put on a tiny lace thong. Tonight I want to go home with Vernon.
I'm a little nervous because I'm never used to dressing like this; everyone's used to me always wearing pants and being comfortable. I put a black leather jacket over my dress.
Ten minutes later, I receive a message from the group: Cheol and some others are already waiting for me downstairs. They don't like me going alone if they can take me; they're the best friends I've ever met.
When we enter the restaurant, some guys are already there, including Vernon. I'd decided to take off my jacket before entering, and I got the reaction I wanted when I saw him staring at me intensely. Seungkwan nudges him before opening his big mouth. "Wow, y/n, who are you all dressed up for?" I glare at him, and Vernon blushes. I try to ignore him, but Jeonghan can't pass up the opportunity to tease me too. "That's it, y/n, are you trying to win one of us over?" I feel like answering him, telling him yes and shutting him up, but I choose to tell him to fuck off.
We're already on the fifth round, and it's turning out to be a pretty fun night. Seungkwan switches seats with me when no one else is noticing, so I can sit next to Vernon. When I'm next to him, I push all my hair back, exposing my cleavage while I stare innocently at Vernon.
I place a hand on his thigh to tease him a little, and I notice him tense up in his seat and shift uncomfortably.
"Are you okay, Sol?" I ask, moving my hand higher. "Stop it, you know what you're doing," he replies seriously, squeezing my hand. "I don't know what you're talking about," I whisper in his ear and see his skin crawl.
I go to the bathroom and text Seungkwan to help me with my plan. I'm going to pretend I'm already tired so I can go home, hopefully with Vernon.
When I leave and sit back down, he puts the plan into motion. "Y/n, you look tired," he says, acting concerned. "Yes, Kwan, I think I'll go home. I've had enough to drink for today." We watch as Cheol stands up to offer to drive me, but my friend is faster than him. I can always trust Seungkwan. "Vernon, why don't you walk Y/n home? It's better for her not to go alone in that state." Vernon, without hesitation, turns to me and waits for my answer. Before leaving, I put on my jacket. It gets chilly at night and it's starting to show, and my nipples are visible through the dress. When we get in the car, Vernon puts the collection on, so I take it off so he can see me. When we're at a stoplight, I take his right hand and place it on my thigh. "Sol, would you stay with me tonight?" I hope he's noticed what I'm hinting at, but he's too good to notice. "Are you sure? I don't know if it's a good idea. You've been drinking." I start laughing and tell him I've barely had anything to drink, that it was just an excuse to go with him. He smiles too, and I see him bite his lip.
The walk home is a bit long since we always try to go to distant places so no one sees us and the boys won't see each other on a Dispatch news report the next day. Vernon's hand is still on my thigh, so I lift my dress to expose my thighs and place his hand on my skin. He turns around for a moment to look at me. "Y/n, what are you doing?" "Nothing, Sol, I'm just getting a little hot." I move his hand closer to my pussy. "Can you feel it?" He grips the steering wheel with his other hand and accelerates.
When I close the front door, he already has me against him, kissing me hard. "Fuck, you're crazy. You don't know how crazy you've been driving me all night," he says as he pulls away from my mouth. But he quickly presses his lips to my neck, his hands roaming my body. I notice how hard he is and grab him over his pants. He lifts me up and carries us to the couch. I take advantage of the fact that I'm on top of him and lift my dress to grind against him. "Sol…" I moan in his ear. "You have no idea how much I wanted this." He growls into my mouth.
I notice he's hesitant to touch me. "You can do whatever you want with me, Vernon, I'm yours." When I say that, I notice he gets harder beneath me. I bring his hands to my breasts, and I put my hands under his shirt to touch him. He pulls my tits out of my dress and starts sucking them. "Fuck, you weren't wearing anything underneath," he says before biting my nipple. I get off his lap and crouch between his legs. I unbutton his pants and gesture for him to lift up a little so I can take them off. He takes off his shirt. I grab his cock through his boxers tightly. I want to take my time with him, enjoy it, but I won't be able to. He throws his head back. I can't hold it in any longer and I pull it out, my mouth watering. I lick it from bottom to top before putting it in my mouth. He moans. "Fuck, y/n," he says, placing one of his hands on my head and spreading his legs wider. I keep getting wetter and wetter as I suck him off. I pull out of my mouth and start masturbating him, sucking him off again without removing my hand. "If you keep this up, I'm going to cum soon," he says, looking at me. This drives him even crazier. He pushes my head down and raises his hips, his cock bottoming out. I hold out as long as I can and pull out to catch my breath. "Come here," he says as he helps me climb on top of him. He moves my thong to the side, and I feel my pussy soaking his cock. "Fuck, look how wet you are," I start moving on top of him, rubbing my pussy all over his cock. With one hand, he moves my thong further apart and with the other, he grabs it and slides his cock over my entrance, without penetrating me.
"Please, Nonie, I can't take it anymore," he says, thrusting it into me. We both moan and remain still as we get used to it. "You feel so good, babe." The nickname makes him squeeze me tighter, and he notices it. He gives me one of his sideways smiles and presses me closer to him. "So you like it when I call you that, huh?" he says, pressing himself against my lips and staring at me. It's at that moment that he grabs my ass with both hands and starts fucking me. I feel full, and I can feel his cock spreading me open. When he sees me starting to move, he takes his hands off and places them on my breasts. I tell him to squeeze them harder. He does, and he can feel me squeezing even tighter. I take one of his hands and bring two of his fingers to my mouth. I start sucking them and running my tongue over them, filling them with saliva. "You're going to kill me if you keep going like this." I get up and get on all fours on the couch, pressing my chest firmly against it and lifting my ass higher. "Fuck me hard, baby," he snorts and quickly gets behind me. I roll my eyes when I feel him thrusting slowly. "I love your cock, Nonie," I say, turning my head slightly to look at him. "It's all yours, baby, all yours." He grabs both of my arms and holds them with one hand as he starts fucking me harder. I feel like I'm going to cum at any moment. "Baby, you're squeezing me too hard," he says between moans. I try to tell him I'm going to cum, but the pleasure is so much that I only manage to stammer out a few words. I cum so hard that neither of us expected it, so much so that I push his cock in and squirt. He's left staring at the scene. I don't have time to recover from my orgasm when he thrusts it in and continues fucking me. "You don't know how hot that was." I'm overstimulated and feel his cock everywhere. He grabs a handful of my hair and presses my back to his chest. "Where do you want it, baby?" he says, biting my earlobe. "W-wherever you want, Nonie," I barely manage to answer. He pushes me forward to get back into position and pulls out to cum on my ass. "Fuck," he says, his breath coming in short gasps. He helps me sit up and sits me next to him on the couch. "That was amazing, babe," he says, pressing his forehead to mine and kissing me on the nose. "Is it okay if we take a shower?" I say as I stand up. I see him looking at me, my dress hanging off my hips, my thong covered in his cum and my juices, and he gets hard again. We both started laughing. "Sorry, I can't help it," he says between laughs. I take his hand and lead him to the shower, while I take off my clothes I say to him: that's great, because I want more too.
