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jun2u · 3 years ago

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omg i have WORDS !! usually i keep them in the tags but today is different sjsjsisisi. honestly this is one of the best smut fics i’ve read and let me tell u why !! first off u start w calling coups a slut u instantly get my attention ok. but also the amount of CONTENT u blessed us with — as soon as i thought it couldn’t get better it did !! it took me so long to get through this simply bc i kept rereading each paragraph like a wh*re LMFAO. but honestly loved the switch dynamic between the two and the CONSTANT CONSENT WAS SO SEXC AND NATURAL. u get my gold star for sure !!

posessive ends

✧ seungcheol x reader

✧ summary: when seungcheol reacts a little too oddly at you calling him a posessive slut, you decide to take advantage of it

✧ genre: smut! (switch) seungcheol, (switch) reader, ft. sub seungcheol and dom reader, female presenting reader

✧ wc is approx 6.1k

✧ warning: minors dni!!! name calling, posessiveness, lots of dirty talk from the reader. this is my first smut fic, so i apologize if it's not up to standard. i tried to make the reader gn, but has female parts, and thus are referred to as such, including breasts, pussy and cunt.

✧ inspired by an ask i sent @onlymingyus

It had taken only a few weeks of your relationship with Seungcheol for you to realize how possessive he truly was.

Not to say it was a bad thing! You liked it when he would crowd close and loop an arm around your waist, uncaring of where the two of you were. You liked it when he slid a hand into your back pocket as the two of you were standing in line. You liked it when he threw an arm around your shoulder and tucked you into his side, glaring at whomever he deemed to be far too friendly with you.

As stupid as it sounded, it made you feel safe, made you feel desired and wanted.

But over a year into your relationship, and you were starting to get a little impatient with him.

He left your side first! That meant that later, when he noticed you talking to Soonyoung and laughing at whatever Soonyoung was saying, he had no standing to get possessive. He had no standing to loop an arm around your waist and escort you away, as if Soonyoung had any romantic intent with you.

Which brought you to the front room of your house, an hour later. You shoved off your shoes, leaving them by the entrance. “Seriously, Seungcheol. I don’t know how you do it.”

“Do what?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. He bent over and began working at his laces.

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest. “Seungcheol. Please. You always act like this when we’re with your friends.”

He glanced up, bangs hanging in his eyes. Seungcheol lifted an eyebrow, lips twisting. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby.”

You shot Seungcheol a look of disbelief as you crossed into the kitchen. Pulling a cup from the dishrack, you made towards the fridge. “You seriously don’t know how you act?” Seungcheol rolled his eyes. He joined you in the kitchen, crossing his arms over his chest and towering beside you. His thick brows were lowered, eyes dark, as if he was warning you. “Tell me. How do I act, baby?” “Well, you act like --” You broke off, pressing the cup underneath the ice dispenser. You glanced at Seungcheol. His mouth had a little twist at the corner, as if he was trying to hide a smirk. You remembered how he had pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the side of your neck at one point during the night, when you had been talking to Chan for too long. How he had pressed his front against your back and pressed his hips to yours.

He was standing there, dark and dangerous, like a warning; but you had never been good at being cautious when it came to Choi Seungcheol.

You shrugged, pulling your cup from the fridge. You leaned against it, your shoulder pressing against cold metal. “Well. To be frank, Cheol, you act a little bit like a desperate slut.”

For a moment there was nothing but silence between the two of you, before either of you had fully understood the words that left your mouth. The moment your words and the weight of them fully settled in Seungcheol, the moment he fully comprehended them, would be a moment you always remember.

His eyebrows flew up, his large eyes widening in shock. His mouth parted, a little breath leaving him. Seungcheol’s entire body tensed from the thundershock of your words, his hands tightening their grip on his biceps and nails digging into his sleeve. His tongue darted out and ran over his lips before retreating, and you got the urge to reach out and shove your fingers into his mouth to feel his tongue run over your digits.

He looked anxious, apprehensive, and, if you were reading this right and you hoped you were, turned on.

Seungcheol glanced at the wall, breaking the stare-down between the two of you in an effort to gather himself. You pushed off the fridge, cup still in your hands, stalking forward with a wicked grin. “Oh? Did that shock you Cheol? Has no one ever called you a desperate little slut before, sweetheart?”

His dark eyes met yours. Seungcheol looked wild. It was as if he was a caged animal being presented with a foreign object, as if you were trapping him between your hands instead of sauntering across the kitchen with honeyed words.

“Baby --”

You laughed, shaking your head. You stopped a few steps from him, biting down on your lip. “God. I can’t believe I’ve never realized it before, Cheol. The way you always press against me whenever I talk to Mingyu, how you always have to leave hickies on my neck. How you always have to stick your fingers in my pussy after we meet with your friends; how you always have to shove your cock down my throat after.

“You’re just a possessive little whore, aren’t you, sweetheart?” You shifted the cup in your hand, the sound of ice clinking against the glass drawing Seungcheol’s eyes to the cup. You watched his face as you talked, not missing a single thing. You didn’t miss how his eyelashes fluttered at every crude word that left your lips, how his throat constantly worked in an attempt to swallow.

Voice low, you cocked your head and let a little grin play at your lips. “Stunned to silence, are you, darling? Not a word to say in your defense?”

He sucked his lip in, worrying at it for a moment. Seungcheol’s dark eyes shined. He shifted, his long curls obscuring his eyes for a moment. You reached into the cup and withdrew a cube of ice. It was cold in your mouth, tongue freezing as it worked against the ice and soothed it. “Seungcheol, if you don’t like this, stop me right now. If you want me to shut up, tell me.”

He was a wild thing, trapped in your hands. So you loosened your grip on him, just enough for him to make a break for it. If he said the words, you would shove this aside and try and forget it ever happened. Try and forget the vulnerability on his face as you called him slut and whore, try to forget the way warm flooded through you and gushed out of your pussy.

If he asked, you would let him run.

Seungcheol took a deep, shuddering breath. He looked back at you. “I’ve never . . .”

“If you don’t want to --”

“No!” He shouted, straightening. He immediately looked embarrassed, pink rising and dusting his cheeks. “No, you can. You can continue.”

The cube completely melted in your mouth, and you swallowed. “What a good boy.”

You reached in and grabbed another cube. You moved closer, sliding the cube into your mouth and setting the glass on the counter. “But that doesn’t excuse the way you’ve been acting, baby. What do you think your friends think? Hm? To see you pressing against me constantly, to see their big, strong friend so desperate for his lover to even glance his way?”

Reaching up, you brushed Seungcheol’s curls from his face. His eyes were wide and pupils were dilated as he watched, and you could hear every breath. “Fuck. Do you think they know, sweetheart? Do you think they know how much of a slut you are?”

Seungcheol inhaled through his nose, eyes fluttering shut. Your hand on his face wandered, taking hold of his thick curls and tightening. Your other hand went to his shoulder, smoothing over the broad muscle. “I used to just think you had a high sex drive, you know? Used to think you just were always desperate for my pussy. But now? Now I know you’re just my own whore, so eager for my touch. Isn’t that right, Cheol?”

He slowly nodded, throat working frantically.

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth. You tightened your grip on his hair significantly, pulling the curls and ripping a loud gasp from his lips. His eyes flew open, large and startled, wild. “Say it, Seungcheol. I want you to say it.”

He whimpered.

Choi Seungcheol fucking whimpered.

It was a high, sweet noise that sent wetness gushing from your pussy and drenching your underwear. He squeezed his eyes shut, lips pressing into a quivering pout, as if he was being bullied. He looked distraught, eyebrows pressing together and hands reaching out for you, gripping at your shirt. He looked -- he looked like a little desperate slut, and fuck, you wanted to destroy him.

“Choi Seungcheol,” you warned, voice deep and dangerous. “Say it.”

“I’m --” His voice broke, going high and pitchy. Seungcheol cleared his throat, eyelashes fluttering as he opened his eyes to peer at you. “I’m a slut.”

Fuck. Fuck.

“Whose? Whose slut are you, Choi Seungcheol?”

You tugged his hair again, and another high noise left him. His hands scrambled against you, digging his nails so deeply into your arms that you could feel them through your shirt and against your skin.

“Yours!” He gasped, pink lips parted. “I’m -- I’m your slut.”

You grinned, triumphant. Releasing your grip on his hair, you smoothed his curls and settled your hand on the back of his neck. “What a good boy. See, sweetheart? That’s all you had to say.”

Hand on his shoulder moving to the cup and retrieving an ice cube, the other used his neck to guide Seungcheol to you. His breath was warm and heavy on your face. You slipped the ice cube into your mouth, talking around it. “All you had to do was tell me how much of a desperate little pussy slut you are, baby boy. All you’ve ever had to do was get on your knees and beg for my pussy like a starving whore and I would’ve given it to you.”

He whined, your name leaving his lips like a plea. When Seungcheol finally spoke, his voice was low and sweet, like a begging man’s. “Can -- can you kiss me?”

“Well, if my slut insists,” you smirked.

With the ice cube still largely intact, you brought his face down and pressed your mouth to his. It wasn’t a chaste or gentle kiss by any means. As soon as your mouth was against his, you were using your lips to pry his open. His arms surrounded you as you used your tongue to shove the ice cube into his mouth, your cold saliva sliding past your lips and into his mouth.

Seungcheol gasped against you, the sound high and breathy. He took the ice cube from you, sucking on it.. You could hear nothing but his sharp inhales as you practically drank the ice water from his mouth. His tongue was just as cold as yours, and you couldn’t help but coax it into your mouth and give it a suck.

He moaned your name, sending another rush of fluid from your pussy. You felt as if your pussy had a heartbeat of its own, with the way it constantly fluttered and clenched. Breathing harshly, you forced the remains of the ice cube and your spit into his mouth before withdrawing. Seungcheol panted against your mouth for a moment, trying to catch his breath, but you were relentless. You pressed him back into the wall. When he couldn’t move back anymore, you attached your lips to his in a filthy kiss, tongue relentless as it mapped his mouth and dragged against his tongue.

Using your mouth as a distraction, you shifted your weight to your right side. Then you worked your left thigh up between his, knee pressing against the impressive bulge that strained against his jeans.

Seungcheol moaned, breaking away from the kiss. His brows were furrowed, ees fluttering. “Wait --”

Humming, your hand joined your knee. Your fingers pulled at the button of his jeans. “Color?”

“Green -- but -- baby --”

Your free hand returned to its rightful place in his hair, pulling his face down so you could attack his mouth again. The hand on his button worked quickly, popping it through the hole and forcing the zipper down.

Seungcheol pulled from you again, your lips sliding against his cheek as he turned his head and leaving a trail of saliva. “Wait, but -- I can’t, I’ll cum too soon.”

Laughing, your hand in his hair joined the one on his jeans. With use of both hands you shoved down his jeans, and once they were around his knees, you settled your hand over his length. You massaged it relentlessly, feeling the wet patch of precum that had leaked through his underwear.

Just as well, you thought. It was only fair for his underwear to be soaked if yours was.

“Don’t worry,” you began, still grinning. Seungcheol’s moans were loud in your ear, and you angled your head to capture his lips in a kiss. You then pulled away, just enough to speak, your lips moving against his with every word. “We’ve got all night, baby boy.”

You pressed kisses to the corner of his mouth, smeared your lips down his chin and latched them to the spot right underneath the bone of his chin. You sucked, your hand moving in tandem over his dick.

With your free hand you rucked up his shirt, nails scraping against his smooth muscle. “I’d get on my knees, you know, let you fuck my throat, if it weren’t for your behavior earlier. But I don’t know if sluts get rewarded by getting their dicks wet. In fact, if I remember back, you punished me by refusing to let me cum for hours a few weeks back, didn’t you? Said it was my punishment for wearing that skirt around Jeonghan.”

Seungcheol groaned, his dick twitching through his underwear. You ran your lips over his throat, pressing your tongue against his warm skin. “I should make you get on your knees. Make you beg for my pussy, make you beg so you can taste it.”

Pulling away, your hands went to the hem of his shirt. You tugged at it, Seungcheol’s hands joining yours and pulling it up and off. Immediately you attached your mouth to his collar, biting and licking and sucking. One of your hands went back to his dick, squeezing the head through his underwear before stroking it. The other hand went to his breast; you squeezed once, twice, electing sweet whimpers and whines from his lips.

“Maybe I’ll sit on your face, hm? Ride your tongue and make a mess of your mouth? Have you use your fingers to work me open, stretch me good and wide. Then maybe I’ll leave you, get that big, thick cock from the drawer and shove it up my pussy and make you watch.”

His hands -- which had gone to your shoulders -- tightened. Then Seungcheol was moving against you, hands shoving you back and against the wall. His chest heaved, littered with dark spots that were quickly beginning to bruise. His thick, black brows were furrowed and his eyes glinted darkly.

“Like fuck that’ll happen,” he began, voice dangerous.

Then you shoved one hand down his underwear, grabbed his cock and sqeezed. Your other hand went to his breast, grabbed a hold of his dark nipple and twisted.

Seungcheol gasped, eyes widening and holding his breath. Then his brow was furrowing and mouth opening, a loud groan leaving his lips as his cock jumped against your hand, cum drenching his underwear and your hand.

“What a whore,” you said. Your hand left his breast and gripped his hair, wrenching his head back and exposing his neck. “What a pathetic attempt. First of all, you really thought I’d just let you control like that? What? Think I’d let a stupid little slut tell me what to do? Second of all, how fucking pathetic. One squeeze of your dick, a twist of your nipple and you’re cumming in your underwear like a fucking teenager? God. How fucking disappointing.”

He gasped. You paused, and forced your voice into a more gentle tone. “Color?”

Voice high and desperate, Seungcheol replied. “Green!”

You squeezed his dick once more, withdrawing your hand from his underwear. You brought it up to his mouth. “Open.” His blossom pink lips parted, and you shoved your fingers into his mouth. For a moment Seungcheol struggled, eyes wide. You adjusted your hand, withdrawing two fingers and smearing his cum and spit on the side of his mouth. “Clean my hand. Want you to taste and swallow your cum, Cheol.”

Seungcheol swallowed, the force of it pulling your fingers further into his mouth. Then he was thrusting his tongue over your digits, one of his hands moving to hold your wrist and keep your hand in place. He sucked and licked, his mouth frantically working to reach each of your fingers.

“Good boy,” you hummed. With your free hand you reached down to your own hands, slipping inside your sweats and underwear. As predicted, you were absolutely soaked. The entire seat of your underwear was wet from your fluids. You worked your thumb against your clit, pressing down meanly, running your fingers along your lower lips and collecting your slick.

Seungcheol made his way down your hand, licking at your palm. His eyes fluttered with every lick, cheeks blushing a pretty pink. Seungcheol glanced up at you, pretty eyes questioning, as his lips traveled from your palm to your wrist.

You worked at your clit, fingers grazing your entrance. Humming again, you withdrew your hand from your pants. Your hand was drenched and sticky, and you didn’t miss how Seungcheol’s eyes immediately zeroed in on it.

Reaching forward, you wiped your hand on his chest, smearing your fluids on his chin. You pinched his nipple meanly before withdrawing. “Kneel by the couch, Seungcheol.”

You followed him, hands working at your sweats. Once you had your sweats down to your ankles you kicked them off, the air of the apartment cold against your wet underwear and immediately making you uncomfortable. So your underwear followed, your fluids beginning to coat the insides of your thighs instead.

Seungcheol, as you had asked, was kneeling beside the couch. His eyes were wide and on you, hands flat on his thighs. His cum had drenched the front of his underwear. You said nothing.

With a sigh, you moved to sit on the couch. You stretched, shirt riding up and eyes fluttering shut. You looked down at Seungcheol. He was still sitting next to the couch, eyes taking in your every move. His chest glistened from where you had smeared yourself on him, his nipples pebbled against the cold of the room.

Reclining against the couch, you spread your thighs. Seungcheol was immediately scrambling towards you, wedging himself between them and placing a hand on each of your knees.

Regardless of the mood he was in, regardless if he was feeling dominant or, apparently like right now, submissive, Seungcheol was a fan of eating pussy. The first time the two of you engaged in any sexual activity was him getting on his knees, spreading you open and devouring your cunt like a man depraved. Over a year later, he did it like a promise. Sometimes it would be the first thing in the morning, and he would be burrowed beneath the blankets with his lips wrapped around your clit. He’d leave you on the bed after eating you out until you orgasmed at least twice, vowing to return later in the day to finish the job and fuck you with his cock.

He even would eat you out before the two of you went out with his friends, an unspoken promise between the two of you to finish what he had started after.

And now, with him completely naked on his knees before you, thumbs swiping over the sides of your knees and causing gooseflesh to erupt on your thighs, Seungcheol looked like he couldn’t wait to get his head between your thighs.

You shifted, leaning your weight on one elbow. “Watch,” you commanded. Your other hand trailed over your breasts, nails scraping against your skin and causing you to shiver. Nails gently trailed around your areola, your nipples quickly hardening. Pinching your nipple, you watched as Seungcheol watched you, his eyes never straying.

Pausing to bring your fingers to your mouth and get them wet, you returned your hand towards your breast. You took your nipple between your fingers and pinched again, rolling your nipple and sliding, eyes beginning to flutter.

“Baby,” Seungcheol said, his voice breathy and low. You opened your eyes to see him leaning forward, tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

Humming, you trailed your hand over your stomach and down to your pussy. As soon as your hand touched your groin you were drenched in your fluid. You molded your hand to your cunt, heel pressed to your clit.

“Look at me,” you demanded. Seungcheol’s eyes focused on the hand covering your cunt, refusing to move. You lightly kicked at him. “Choi Seungcheol. Look at me in my eyes.”

Finally, his dark eyes found yours. It was horrible, really, how beautiful he was. His eyes were what first attracted you to them, especially with his long lashes. His eyes were his weapon, and in moments where he had you eating out of the palm of his hand, they were your undoing. But now, with him on his knees for you, they were large and pleading.

“Keep looking in my eyes,” you warned. Keeping your hand still, you began to roll your hips up and into your palm. It was a sweet sort of feeling, almost lazy. You didn’t do anything but roll up into your hand, palm grinding down on your clit, effectively teasing yourself.

But it wasn’t about you.

It was about Seungcheol; watching him. His lower lip was between his teeth, and you could practically feel how badly he wanted to watch.

“Fuck,” you moaned, moving your thumb to press and roll your clit. “Feels so good, Cheol. I’m getting so wet, Cheol. My hand is drenched. I bet you could fit your cock right inside. I bet you could fit your entire fucking hand in my cunt right now, and it would go. As a matter of fact --”

You shifted, adjusting your hand to slide two fingers inside, thumb rubbing gently at your clit. Your hand was drenched to your wrist. “Fuck. My pussy is so tight, Cheol, it’s trying to suck my fingers in. Did you see it take my fingers? Slid right in, just like I said.”

He moaned, and his hands clenched against your knees.

“Don’t look away from my eyes, Choi Seungcheol,” you warned again. “Otherwise you can just sit back and watch me fuck myself until I’m gushing around my fingers. Won’t even let you taste me.”

“Please,” he gasped. “Please, baby, please let me taste you.”

You tossed your head back, breaking eye contact with Seungcheol. “What a slut you are,” you sighed, “begging me like that. So desperate, like a teenager trying to get his first fuck.”

Withdrawing your hand from your cunt, you held it out in front of you. Seungcheol’s eyes immediately went to your hand, watching as you spread your fingers. Strings of your slick stretched between your digits. “Fuck, Cheol, look at that.”

“Looks so good, baby,” he breathed. “Good enough to eat?”

Seungcheol nodded, his nails scratching at your knees. “Fuck, yes, please.”

You leaned forward, offering your hand out. Like a puppet on a string, Seungcheol wrapped his lips around your fingers. He slid his mouth down your digits, tongue moving wickedly over your skin. After licking off your fluids from your forefingers, his mouth traveled to your other fingers and licked off the fluid that had managed to smear on them. Then his tongue ran over your knuckles, and you turned your hand to let him slurp at your palm.

“What a whore,” you said, “drinking my cunt from the palm of my hand.”

He moaned, eyes fluttering shut. You moved, moving your hand from his mouth and gripping his hair. Seungcheol’s eyes opened, eager. “Well? Are you going to eat out of my hand for the rest of the night or are you going to eat my pussy like a good slut?”

Seungcheol moved so quickly, he was a blur. His hands went to your waist, pushing you back and flat against the couch. His hands then grabbed your love handles and brought you to the edge of the couch so he could have better access to your pussy. He smoothed his hands over your skin, raising himself on his knees to bend over and press his mouth to your hip.

You couldn’t help but sigh as his mouth pressed hot kisses to your skin, hands massaging your thighs. His mouth traveled, his saliva smearing against your skin as he trailed from your hip to your knee. Seungcheol burrowed his head into your knee, mouthing at the skin there.

He then his path towards your cunt, pressing feverish kisses to the inside of your knees, each kiss leading him closer and closer. Seungcheol’s hands moved to spread your legs wider, and he leaned forward to press his lisp against the innermost part of your thigh. He nipped at the fat there before taking it into his mouth, sucking.

Each kiss, each suck at your skin, made your pussy clench. More and more fluid gushed from your cunt, and you knew for a fact you’d have to clean the couch tomorrow.

Seungcheol pressed a final kiss to your inner thigh, letting his eyes flutter shut as he breathed against your skin. “Fuck,” he sighed, “you smell so fucking good.”

Lightly, you knocked your foot against his side. “Hurry on then, Cheol.”

His eyes opened, and you couldn’t help the little shiver that traveled up your spine at the heat in them. His pressed one last open-mouthed kiss to your thigh, and then his mouth was right where it belonged.

Seungcheol adjusted himself so his shoulders were holding open your thighs. His left arm looped underneath and over your thigh, hand coming over to rest on your stomach and hold you down. His other elbow rested on your thigh, bone digging into flesh, and he moved his hand down to open your pussy lips and present your cunt.

“Beautiful,” he said.

And that was all the warning you had before his mouth was on you. His tongue was immediately licking broad strikes up your cunt, the noises of his slurps crude to your ears. Seungcheol licked against your pussy, gathering your fluids and drinking them in as if they were the best fucking treat in the world. His hand shifted, his forefinger going to rub gently at your clit.

A moan left you, and you fought the urge to close your eyes. More and more fluid gushed out of you everytime he licked at you, and when Seungcheol adjusted his head you noticed that his bangs were pressed to his forehead, wet from your slick.

One hand went to his hair, holding him, while the other went to your nipple. You pinched it in tandem with his rubs at your clit. He adjusted his hand again, two fingers going to rub at your clit. His tongue, hot and far too wicked, began to trace your hole. He was content like that, it seemed, lazily eating at you.

“Seungcheol,” you moaned, bringing your lip between your teeth. He opened his eyes and looked up at you, and upon seeing your desperation, got to work.

Seungcheol moved, his lips and fingers trading. His mouth enclosed on your clit, suckling. Two of his fingers, which were longer and thicker than yours, slid into your cunt easily. You couldn’t help but moan, tossing your head back and clenching around his fingers.

“Cheol,” you breathed.

“I know, baby,” he murmured against your clit. He began scissoring his fingers, stretching you out. As he stretched you his mouth continued working against your clit, tongue rubbing and playing and rolling.

When he added his third finger, you hardly noticed. He continued stretching you, however, his three fingers spreading and widening you.

“Cheol,” you said, your hips bucking. Seungcheol’s hand on your stomach flattened you against the couch again, keeping you still for him. Seungcheol lifted his head, his spit and your fluid covering his mouth and chin and nose and cheek. When he slid his hand out of you, he lifted it up so you could see how your slick coated his hand. “Absolutely drenched,” he murmured.

“Fucking put them back in,” you commanded, wiggling your hips. “I’ll fuck myself if I have to.”

He smiled, ducking his head. Seungcheol pressed a wet kiss to your knee before resuming his spot. He laved his tongue against your clit, harsh and rough, causing a sharp gasp to escape you. You couldn’t help but arch into him, thighs fighting to close around his head.

“Hold on, baby,” he said, voice low and thick. His three middle fingers began sliding into your hole, slowly, and when he twisted them you felt the presence of his pinkie beginning to join. Your pussy had no problem with this. You clenched and practically sucked his fingers inside of you, and you couldn’t help but let out a shuddering moan at how full you felt. He was stretching you wide, nearly his entire hand inside of you, and it felt so right.

“Seungcheol,” you panted. The hand at your breast had long stilled, and your nails began scratching against your breast. “Seungcheol, Seungcheol.”

Slowly, he moved his fingers out. Your pussy protested, clenching. “Fuck. You’re so fucking tight, how are you this tight with my entire hand practically inside of you?”

For once, you couldn’t say anything.

He angled his fingers, and then pressed them back in. Seungcheol adjusted them again, his fingers brushing against that spot inside of you that had your toes curling. “There, yeah?”

And then he was removing his hand; you nearly began whining, but then he was shoving it back inside and hitting your spot with scary accuracy. Seungcheol set a punishing pace, biceps straining and bulging, jaw set as he watched his fingers disappear and reappear from your cunt.

You were a moaning mess above him, your hands moving to clench at the couch. Your cunt was constantly clenching around him, trying to suck his hand in, but everytime you began to clench he was retreating his hand, never quite letting your pussy capture it.

“Seungcheol, Seungcheol --”

Seungcheol glanced up at you, eyes sharp. Your chest was heaving, and you took the chance to begin grinding your hips down on his hand. Seungcheol gritted his teeth. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck this --”

Then he was standing, withdrawing his hand from you. You let out a loud, pathetic sob, his name leaving your lips. Seungcheol’s hands were on your body, moving you as he climbed onto the couch. He was on his knees, his hands tucked underneath yours.

“Cheol --”

His eyes met yours. You licked your lips, and with a little grin, wiggled your hips. “What a slut, so eager to fuck --”

He didn’t wait for you to finish. In one move, his grip on your knees tightened and brought you up so you were fully presenting your pussy to him. He spread your thighs out so they were on either side of his hips, and one brutal move that had your back arching and a loud, whorish moan leaving you, impaled you on his dick.

Immediately he set a harsh pace, hands encompassing your hips and bringing you to meet his every thrust. All you could do is watch as he fucked into you, your pussy eagerly accepting him. His cock glided in and out of you, stretching you and filling you before he was pulling out again.

“Cheol, Cheol --”

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted. His thick brows were furrowed, his jaw set and clenching. He was only looking at the spot where his dick disappeared inside of you, focused.

He shifted, dragging your body so he could set one foot on the floor. You gasped when he sheathed himself back inside of you, his dick brushing against that spot. Seungcheol glanced up at you before grinning, and then he was slamming back inside of you, his dick hitting your spot.

Your hands scrambled against the couch, nails digging into the fabric. Something, which you knew from your past experiences with Seungcheol to be an impending orgasm, settled deep in you with a heavy sort of weight. Each hit of his dick against your spot had that feeling growing, your stomach clenching.

You could feel nothing but Seungcheol. His nails digging into your sides, how tightly he held you. The way his dick was brutally slamming against your spot, as if he had no concern for you, as if he was just chasing after his own finish.

“Cheol, I’m --”

He growled, the sound sending another rush of fluid from your pussy. Seungcheol released one of your knees, his fingers going to your clit. He began rubbing at it harshly, unforgivingly, the friction of his thumb against your clit combining with the feeling of his dick slamming against your spot, and it was mounting, building, had you curling your lips and arching your back and crying out, and then you peaked.

A few minutes later, when your soul came back into your body, you opened your eyes. Seungcheol had laid you out on the couch and was hovering over you, his body framing yours. There was a pool of cum on your stomach, the liquid beginning to turn tacky and stick unpleasantly. Seungcheol’s dark eyes were round, glancing over your face, brows furrowed with worry. “Baby?”

Sighing, a little grin appeared on your lips. You stretched out your legs, ignoring the dull ache between your legs. You knew your inner thighs would be bruised for the next few days. “‘m okay, Cheol.”

Seungcheol reached up, one of his hands cupping your cheek. He said nothing, lips pressed in a firm line, eyes taking in every single twitch of your face. You knew he wouldn’t believe you until he did a thorough checking, so you were quiet, the smile on your face growing.

“Didn’t mean to pass out on you,” you said, reaching up and winding your arms around his neck. Seungcheol fought against you for a moment, and then he was pressing down on top of you. “I feel bad. Was trying to make this good for you.”

Seungcheol huffed, burrowing his face against your neck. “Shut up. It was good for me, idiot.” “Still,” you protested. Your hands went to his hair. It was damp, and when you brushed back his bangs you noticed the stickiness that had come from him eating you out, your fluids somehow finding its way into his hair. “Was trying to, I don’t know. Dominate you until you passed out. But I ended up passing out, like an absolute loser.”

“You are a loser,” Seungcheol agreed. He settled his weight fully on you, heavy and relaxed. “And I enjoyed this. I did.”

“You like being called a slut,” you teased, grinning. Seungcheol frowned against your skin, pulling back and glaring at you. Your hands went to his cheeks, squeezing the flesh. “God. We have to do this again, please. Please. I’ll get on my knees. Do you know what you looked like, all submissive? Fuck.”

Seungcheol’s hand went to your cheek, pinching you and making you yelp. “Not a single word to any of the boys, you understand? They catch wind of this and it’ll be the end of you.”

“Oh no,” you protested, wiggling. “Death by dicking! Whatever shall I do!”

Seungcheol sighed, exasperated. “That’s what I get for not being in control.”

Still grinning, you settled down. You shifted, moving to get up, and Seungcheol backed away, allowing you. “You liked it, Seungcheol. We’re doing this again.”

“Maybe,” he said, “maybe we’re doing this again. I didn’t like it that much.”

“Okay, Choi Seungcheol,” you taunted, standing. Your legs immediately buckled, Seungcheol reaching out to wrap his arms around your waist and bring you back to the couch before you could fall. “Fuck.”

He laughed, smug and lighthearted. “Doesn’t matter how submissive you think I am, I still give it good enough to make you unable to walk.”

“Just you wait, Cheol,” you warned, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and sinking your fingers into his hair. “Keep this talk up, and I’ll be buying a dick of my own and fucking you until your legs are numb.”

#you ate this up huh !? // kiara's recs.

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jun2u · 3 years ago

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the urge to write a soft scenario for one of the dreamies … let me know if u guys have any faves u want to especially see :))

#nct dream fic #nct fic #nct dream scenarios #nct scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct imagines #nct fanfic #nct dream fanfic

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jun2u · 3 years ago

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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ² - 𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠.

pairing: nonidol!kwon soonyoung x afab f. reader.

genre: smut

summary: trying to fulfill your boyfriend's "strangers at a bar" fantasy goes unexpectedly when the two of you realize that you have less self control with each other than you'd thought.

wc: 3,546

warning: boyfriend au, switch!soonyoung switch!reader, making out, grinding, vag. penetration, oral (f. receiving), profanity, power play, degradation kink, a sliiight humiliation & begging kink, semi ?? public sex ( in public but isolated ) unprotected sex ( wrap up PLS ), use of "good girl" and "slut" MINORS DNI !! pls read my guidelines <33

authors note : i'm finally back !!! and as a thanks here's a nasty little hoshi smut bc it's what he deserves <33 also not proofread yet so early readers have fun LOL ! aaand if you’d like to be added to my taglist u can click here, and if u have requests u can submit them here or send an ask ! ofc likes and reblogs ( especially comments ) make my day so pls interact if u enjoy !! :)

“ okay , god , i know , i remember ! ” you cut him off before he can finish , but not without giggles interrupting you between all your words. this date was supposed to be romantic and sexy , but truthfully , it wouldn’t be you and soonyoung if it didn’t make you laugh in some capacity. “ this whole thing makes us sound like such losers , i don’t want anyone to hear us ! now go to your post, sexy stranger. ” the sarcasm in your voice even makes him giggle as you playfully shove him in the opposite direction, as he sends back an adorable wave goodbye.

before long , you’ve found a seat at the bar , busying yourself by swirling the liquid in your new drink around in the glass. with nothing but time to wander around your thoughts , you start to wonder - how had he convinced you to go through with this , anyways ? oh , that’s right - on his birthday , he’d mentioned that he always had the fantasy of doing a “strangers” roleplay with you , and was begging for you to help him fulfill his wish. at first , you’d been hesitant , slightly worried about the implications his fantasy had about his relationship. however , after plenty of clumsy reassurance on his part ( saying “ i wouldn’t want to flirt with any other stranger but you ” ) , you decided it could be some harmless fun and promised him you’d give it a shot.

but the catch ? you only agreed if he could go an entire week without sex. it was … a very difficult promise to make , one you were near certain he wouldn’t be able to keep. but somehow , it seemed his desire to fulfill his fantasy for the very first time overcame his often shameless desires to have you whenever he could. by tonight , you can tell he’s nearly at the end of his willpower , as his hands have been wandering the entire car ride to the bar. the bar that had , in fact , been the very first place you’d met. mutual friends had spotted each other at the bar and it wasn’t long before the two of you had gotten to talking absentmindedly.

by the amount of stuttering and hair scratching he’d done during your first encounters, you would’ve never suspected his big personality was anywhere in his nature. but , much to your amusement , you would learn much later that he was so struck by your beauty that any charisma he typically held was thrown out the window. but in a way , tonight would make up for that , because you were going to roleplay a new first meeting.

“ excuse me - are you here alone ? ” you turn in shock as a male sits in the bar stool beside you , his body leaning slightly into you. you didn’t expect his very rehearsed entrance to catch you by surprise - but maybe that meant you were just that good at staying in character.

“ i - ahem , yes , i am. ” your voice starts off a little awkward , as it’s a bit new to you at first , but once you get into it a bit more , you find it easier to loosen up. “ but why do you care ? trying to kidnap me or something ? ” you can’t help the slight tease as you raise your eyebrow , crossing your legs over each other. as the fabric of your clothes slowly rises to expose a little more skin , it seems you’ve got him a little distracted as he looks down , swallowing deeply before proceeding.

“ no , i would never. i’m asking because … i’d like to buy you a drink ? ” you can see his confidence falter , but just for a moment , because when he finally removes his eyes from your body his calm disposition returns.

“ mm , that’s cute. too bad i’ve already bought myself one though , huh ? ” with a smirk , you turn your body on the stool , so that you’re leaning into him. okay … so you’re not following the script. you promised him you’d let him take the lead , and you’d meant it. but … you’d also forgot how cute he was like this - thrown off his game , flustered , and at your mercy. “ so , if you want me bad enough , you’re going to need to do better than that. ”

“ y / n. ” you’re shocked when he says your name out loud , but beyond that , how serious he sounds , his voice , deeper and huskier than it was just moments prior.

“ y / n ? i don’t know how you know my name , considering we’re supposed to be strangers , but - ”

“ no , look - y / n. i can’t do this. ” he sounds extremely serious this time , so much so that your alter ego falters altogether. instead , your expression is replaced with genuine concern , instinctively grabbing his hand. “ wait - baby , did i do something wrong ? i’m sorry - if you’re not into it after all we can stop , you know ? i didn’t mean - ”

“ oh , my baby , no , no. you’re doing perfect. ” he sends an apologetic smile , feeling bad for making you worry so much , squeezing your hand below his own. “ it’s just that , um … ” he seems pained to say what’s coming next , but with a sheepish smile , he looks into your eyes.

“ i can’t hold back anymore. baby , can we please get out of here ? ”

the moment he finishes speaking you realize what he means , and you throw your head back to let out a full cackle , causing some other patrons to start eyeing you. soonyoung’s quick to try and hush you , already slightly flustered from his own confession.

“ soonyoung , you’re kidding. we just started ! what happened to your whole elaborate plan ? ”

“ i know , i know ! but … god , i really didn’t think you were gonna make it this hard. what happened to letting me take the lead ? you know i can’t help myself when you’re like this, ” he’s almost whining , and it’s so cute you can’t help but loop your arms around his neck. it doesn’t take much before he leans in to kiss you , but you lean back slightly before your lips can actually connect.

“ what if i want to make it hard for you , though ? do you think you’re able to keep up ? ” drawing your bodies closer , you whisper in his ear , and you can see goosebumps already beginning to form across his soft skin. “ or do we really need to get out of here and let you lose control ? ”

…

“ god , can’t traffic go any faster ? ” hoshi’s impatient hand anxiously taps on the wheel , nearly letting his impulses get the best of him as his hands hover over the car horn. chuckling , you lean across the car to rub his shoulder , looking at his impatience with amusement.

“ you know , i’m not going anywhere. ”

“ huh ? ”

“ i said , i’m not going anywhere. soonyoung , you keep looking over at me every two seconds , shouldn’t you be focusing on the road ? it’s like you think i’m gonna disappear or something. ”

“ i’m sorry my love , it’s just - i doubt i can be any more patient. it’s already been a week , and after that stunt you’ve just pulled i need to get us home now. ” truthfully , the determination in his voice has you clenching you legs , overcome with a certain temptation to do what would otherwise be unthinkable.

“ pull over. ” before you even realize what you’re saying , you gesture to the side of the road , where a closed store’s parking lot is practically calling your name. and you’re expecting him to question you , but surprisingly , he follows your orders so obediently , swerving into a parking spot without hesitation. you’re expecting to take charge , but are surprised when soonyoung reaches over you to unbuckle your seatbelt. however , he doesn’t pull away , busying himself with a few light kisses down your jaw as a teaser of what’s to come.

“ after you , angel, ” gesturing to the backseat , you nod in agreement , and it’s mere seconds before you two are both in the back , soonyoung’s strong figure hovering over you. he was doing so well with taking his time , but it seems like the second he’s allowed he’s rushing to explore every crevice of your body. his hands instantly make their way to the hem of your dress , sneaking their way under until he finds your ass , giving it a light squeeze. already full of anticipation , you’re rushing to take your dress off , but before you can , you feel your hands pinned above you.

“ leave it on , i want to fuck you with the same dress that landed you here. ” the low growl he speaks with has you falling deeper into your desires , unable to even help the small whimper that escapes you. his soft fingers trail towards your inner thigh , and soon you feel his fingers move up. you can tell he’s a bit confused as his hands start searching around , and when they land on the bare skin of your center , you both let out gasps.

“ y / n - did you … ”

“ mmm - ‘didn’t wear any. ” you manage to send a mischievous , heated gaze , but the gentle sensation of him under you has you panting with desire. you can tell by his slightly parted lips he wasn’t expecting it , but he’s quick to recover. starting at your lips , he slowly trails down , kissing every inch of you as if to show his gratitude.

“ such a slut for me , huh ? riling me up like that back there , trying to get me bothered. and you still can’t help being so needy for me after all that ? ” ah , yes - this is what you wanted. both you and soonyoung had moments where you’d relinquish your control completely. while you’d started the night thinking it’d be you in control , it became obvious soonyoung wasn’t willing to give up his spot anytime soon. a week of pent up sexual frustrations and teasng had made him feral , and it was incredibly obvious the times his lips connect to your entrance.

“ fuck ! oh my god , that’s - god , where did you learn that ? ” he obviously has no intention on going easy on you , by the way he immediately dives into you fully without warning. his wet tongue slides so easily into you that it feels like a perfect fit , and his hands continue to make themselves busy as they spread your legs out farther than you thought possible. the cool air suddenly exposed to you makes you gasp , but it’s also a foreign situation that excites you for what’s to come.

“ what a good girl you are for me. just got down here and your pussy’s already a soaked mess for me , huh ? ” it’s pitiful how fast you lean into submission with him , desperately nodding in agreement to the sound of his words. “ what a little desperate thing you are for me. and because you were so desperate and didn’t wear anything underneath , you’ve made such a dirty mess in our car. ” you’re absolved of any guilt - in fact , you’re egged on the more he seems to scold you for your behavior. after all , you knew he didn’t mean it - he had volunteered to clean countless times if you agreed to a quick car session. and when it came to the two of you , nothing brought you closer than doing things that felt a little wrong , a little dirty , a little scandalous.

“ b … ” following the letter , you can hear him below devouring you , a chorus of wet noises emerging from below you as he messily takes all of you in. it seems he’s flicking his tongue like a paintbrush , intentional and ensuring no part of you went unloved. and just like always , he finds your clit with such ease as if it was what he was born to do. soonyoung was never the type to unnecessarily take his time - he could be a tease , but often his need for you made him give up before he he had a real chance. “ a … b … y. ”

it’s when he stops spelling that you realize what he’s spelled , and when he comes up for air , you swear you could orgasm right there. his hair , already damp from sweat , is tossed messily to the side , much different than his natly trimmed style just minutes before. his ironed dress shirt is now nearly fully unbuttoned and hanging off his shoulder. and his lips , wet from the moisture pooling from your legs , are swiped over by his tongue as he looks up to you , panting.

“ all i did was spell your name with my tongue , my love. and you’re already a whimpering mess ? god , don’t tell me you can’t keep up ? ” his teasing rings in your ear as he repeats your words from earlier that night. and now , everything’s so different , now you’re the one under his spell , dizzy and wanting nothing more than him.

“ jesus , soonyoung - cut the bullshit. i need you in me right now. ” sure , you could’ve said it more eloquently , but you’re in no mood for theatrics right now. and it seems he isn’t either , because he doesn’t argue in the slightest when he gently moves you a little to the side. now that he’s sat up , you can see all of him , and he’s such a disheveled mess that you want to take him right then and there. his boner looks nearly painful , pressing up against the fabric of his dress pants as if it would break through at any minute.

“ tell me if you need me to stop or slow down , okay ? ” he asks , and though you nod , the truth is your mind is focused on his slender fingertips removing his pants painfully slow. you find his care so sweet , and it’s almost impresses you how fast he can shift from a caring boyfriend to the most feral sex conniseur you know. but you also know what his words mean - unless you tell him otherwise , he has no intention taking it easy on you.

you feel his cock just graze at your entrance , but it’s enough to make a high-pitched moan leave you , body instinctively bringing itself closer to him. the two of you had been teasing each other so much over the past week that even the slighest touch has the both of you overcome with pleasure. you thought it couldn’t get better , but when he lets himself slip further into you , it nearly feels like you lose yourself in the strong emotion that fills you.

“ j-jesus … god y / n , you always wrap so nicely around me , don’t you ? ” you can hear him shudder the second he enters you , having to lower himself to be mere inches from your face as he tries to brace himself. it’s only natural the two of you lean in to join lips , connected in a heated kiss. his tongue dances alongside yours so passionately , unashamed of the filthy noises you create together. with free hands , you tangle your fingers within his locks of hair , and the low moan he send through to your body is enough encouragement to keep going.

he eventually puls back , and the disconnect causes a popping noise to be made between the two of your damp lips. “ you fit so nicely that it’s almost like you were made to fuck me , isn’t it , y / n ? you couldn’t live without fucking this dick , could you , baby ? ” soonyoung could get such a dirty mouth when he was horny , especially when he was deprived for as long as he had been. dirty talk was inevitable whenever you two got together , and it only got more lewd as the night progressed. but you loved it , feeling so desperate for him , completely absorbed in doing whatever would bring you two the most pleasure.

“ i couldn’t - ahh , too good - i can’t , i need it. ” you’re begging him , and by the time you speak , he’s started to lightly pump inside of you. you can feel your walls clenching around him , even your body unable to let him go for even a moment. and apparently , your unfiltered words only work to make him even needier for you. as if on cue , his grip on your hips tightens as he brings you closer and deeper into him with each thrust.

“ that’s right , take everything you’re given like a good girl. so pretty like this , all spread out and willing to get fucked for everyone to see ? but i bet you’d like that , huh ? ” even though the logical part of you knows there was no one else in the parking lot with you two , the sound of such a risky possibility has you somehow grow even more wet , and you arch your back desperately to get closer to him. you’re unsure how much of this you can take , as you feel moments away from spilling all of yourself onto him.

“ why don’t … you … ” his mouth gets distracted , and in the middle of talking he lightly nibbles your shoulder , causing you to jump in a mixture of pleasure and pain that sent electricity down your spine. “ … tell me what i want to hear ? tell me how much you need me. ”

“ god , i swear , i want nothing as badly as i want you. not anything else , not anyone else , just fill me up with all of you , please ? you’re so good to me. ” you’re not even embarrased with how whiny you sound , grinding against even the lightest of his touches. it was no secret soonyoung had a bit of a praise kink , and though you hadnn’t expected it , he’d always managed to bring out such an unapologetically despreate side of you that got you off as fast as it did him. by now , he’s quickened the pace , moving with such purpose the you could feel the car lightly shaking.

despite the cramped conditions of having sex in a car , something about it felt so natural and passionate that it almost turned you on even more. your legs are shaking under you , unable to control themselves as they wrap around your partner’s waist. soonyoung is anything but silent , a string of curses and some incomprehensible mutters spoken into your neck as he somehow got deeper and deeper in you.

“ baby , i can’t do it much longer , i’m gonna cum - please , can i ? ” you’re not used to asking for permission , but right now you want nothing more than to satisfy him. he seems to be in the same boat of you , however , his arms practically shaking with each movement.

he can’t even talk , so all he does is nod in agreement. before you can even anticipate it , he raises your leg up , slightly turning your body so that he can hit your aching pussy as far as possible. it’s exactly what you need and he knows it , as amidst his awe-struck face you can spot a hint of a satisfied grin as you gasp at the unexpected sensation. your loud moans are exactly what he needs to get sent to the edge , and before long , he sings your name out to the sky as he releases his sperm into you. the warm feeling spilling into you makes you follow not far behind , both of your bodies holding onto each other for stability as your bodies dance to the beat of your shared orgasms.

there’s not much room , but immediately after finishing , soonyoung struggles to remove himself from you , flopping lazily to your side as he gives you an immediate kiss for a job well done.

“ fuck , soonyoung. what’s gotten into you ? ” your voice can only come off a groggy whisper , but you giggle as you push away the strands of hair that had stuck to your face. “ that was one of the most incredible experiences i’ve had with you , i swear. ”

“ and you said i couldn’t keep up ? think again. ” winking, he nudges you playfully, but once you finish laughing , it seems all the two of you can do is catch your breath as you both stare up at the ceiling , still lost in the memory you shared just moments before.

“ aren’t you glad i asked you to pull over now ? ” you asked him , raising your eyebrow after a few minutes of silence. shame we didn’t make it to the house , though. ”

“ oh , baby , did you think we were finished ? ” his words cause you to snap your head back into him in shock , your silence encouraging him to elaborate. but why do you already feel yourself getting excited all over again ?

“ you might want to rest up on the drive back , baby. i’m making up for all seven days i was without devouring you. did you think you’d get let off so easily ? ”

[ part two ??? 👀 ]

#hoshi smut #seventeen smut #soonyoung smut #hoshi fanfic #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #seventeen fanfic #soonyoung fanfic #svt fanfic #svt au #svt imagines #hoshi imagines #hoshi scenarios #soonyoung imagines #soonyoung scenarios #kwon soonyoung #krafted by kiara. <3

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jun2u · 3 years ago

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Missed you

genre: smut, fluff

Summary: beomgyu sends you a very inappropriate video of himself whilst your at work.

Pairing: beomgyu x gn reader (afab tho when it comes to smut)

Warnings: smut, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, bratty beomgyu, use of vibrator, edging, overstimulation, dacryphilia, beomgyu is a brat

Word count: 2.2k

You made yourself some breakfast, ready to leave for work any second when you feel a pair of arms wrapping around you from behind, head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“Wow I’m surprised you’re even awake right now.” You chuckle and turn your head around to look at beomgyu who had his eyes closed as he hugged you, lashes kissing his cheek and fluffy hair all messy with his puffy face from just waking up. Sleepy beomgyu is the cutest.

“Just come back to bed with mee…please. Call in sick or something.” He says in his (extremely attractive) deep morning voice.

“Gyu, you know I want to but I can’t. I have to go to work.”

“Pleaseee. Want to stay in with you.” He opens his eyes now, sulking at you slightly.

“I can’t, baby.”

“Fuck, you look so good in that suit too.” His eyes travel down to your work clothes. And he starts placing soft little kisses on your neck as he still hugged you. You know if he does it any longer you’d give in.

“I can’t. Gotta go now, beomgyu. Bye.” You give him a quick peck on the lips turning to quickly get to the door but he takes your hand, whining at you.

“Excuse me where’s my proper kiss?! And what the fuck is a ‘beomgyu’ I’m literally your baby or your love or beomie, gyu, honey, darling? Where is the love?!” He pouts, crossing his arms at you.

“I’m gonna be late…” You mumble but go back to beomgyu, giving him a ‘proper’ kiss that was more loveable enough for him. “I’m gonna go now. I love you, gyu.”

“Make sure you come back quick!”

The universe was being impossibly cruel to Beomgyu today.

On the one day he has free, where he finally doesn’t have a busy schedule and doesn’t have to go to work, preparing for a comeback or performance, tour, etc, where he just wanted to spend his day with you, you just so happened to not have a free day and having to go to work. Plans ruined.

It didn’t help at all that Beomgyu was so fucking horny right now and you weren’t even here and wouldn’t even be back until late. What should he do? Should he just jerk off?

An idea suddenly struck him, a cryptic grin appearing on his face as he thought about it. It’d be so fun to rile you up and see what you’d do when you came home.

He set up his phone and began to fuck himself, pumping his dick up and down and playing with his nipples since he knows you like it, making sure to moan your name and never looking away from the camera. Once he came, he stopped the recording and sent the video to you immediately, chuckling.

You were finally on your well deserved lunch break, grabbing some coffee and heading back to your desk, checking your phone’s notifications.

You had a message from beomgyu:

Beoms🧸🎸: I miss you…

With an attachment but you couldn’t view it since it was your notifications. You smile. You’re guessing it’s probably just a picture of him making an over dramatic sad face since he sends you pictures of himself pretty much every day. You found his silly selfies so endearing.

“Is that your boyfriend? Aw he’s so sweet! Wish my girlfriend would send me messages like that every day. She hasn’t even messaged me at all today. Not even a good morning text.” Your friend Yunjin peeks at your phone and sulks.

You laugh, “He was trying to convince me to not come in today, saying I should call in sick.”

“Honestly you should have listened to him. One more day here and I’m gonna-”, she gestures with her hands to slitting her throat.

“So true. Please kill me too.” You groan, remembering the workload you had to do after this break and knowing you still weren’t even half way through finishing for the day yet.

“Couple of us are going to that cafe across the street for lunch right now. You coming?” Yunjin asks.

“Yeah I’ll be there in a second.”

So she walks out to meet up with your other colleagues.

You click on Beomgyu’s message and seeing the attachment was a video. You wonder what it could be of.

Well, you definitely weren’t expecting that.

Your eyes go wide, the loud volume you’re met with and the video making you jump in your seat; an obscene recording of your boyfriend fucking himself. You cautiously glance around, thanking god everyone had already gone to lunch. Anybody could have seen this! Imagine what would have happened! That’s probably what he wanted anyway, you thought. He can be such a whore sometimes.

You could tell he was just putting up a show for you to make you extra crazy for him from the way he was moaning excessively and loudly over nothing, overdramatising and exaggerating his expressions and whining out your name saying he ‘needs you so bad’ and never losing eye contact with the camera. You can see the stupid smirk on his face after he cums and stops the video.

What a little shit.

You send him a text back.

Y/n: just wait and see what happens when I get back home.

You opened the door to your place immediately, barging into your bedroom where you saw beomgyu sitting on the bed, watching a show.

“You came back earlier.” He states, pausing what he was watching.

You take your blazer off and start unbuttoning your shirt, moving towards him.

“What are you doing y/n?” Beomgyu looked at you, playing dumb and trying to feign innocence. But he wasn’t very good at conveying it.

“Don’t play dumb with me, baby. What the fuck were you doing sending me that?”

“I just sent you a message saying I missed you.” He looks up at you, faux puppy eyes and a grin trying not to etch onto his face.

“Yeah, and after that message?”

“Ohhh. That. That was just a little…present.” He tries to stifle his laugh, attempting to maintain nonchalant.

“Fucking yourself while I’m not there? And sending it to me in my workplace? Where anybody could have seen? That’s not you being very good.”

“So? What are you gonna do about it?” He has a shit eating grin on his face now.

“Take your clothes off.”

“No. You do it for me.” He lays back, slightly smirking.

“You’re gonna be even more of a fucking brat today are you? I’m not gonna do it for you, if you don’t then you’re just gonna get nothing. So either take off your clothes yourself or I’m leaving.”

There’s a stare off between you both as he decides whether he should push you further or not and he narrows his eyes at you, but he decides against it, complying in the end and taking off his shirts and pants. You’re not that patient today. He still makes a scene about it though, huffing and rolling his eyes as he takes it off annoyingly slow.

“Such a fucking slutty brat sending me that aren’t you?” You sneer at him and he moans as you begin to palm him. “Trying to rile me up? You’ll regret it so much after I’m done with you.” He moans even more.

You take his dick into your hand, starting to jerk him off whilst sucking hickeys into his neck. Just a few minutes later of pumping his dick and he’s already going to cum, but you abruptly stop and then get your vibrator to put it on him. Then you just watch as he writhes under it, whining in protest.

“Y/nnn please-ah- want you to touch me instead please.”

“You’re so dumb, baby. Do you really think you’re gonna get anything you want?”

He looks so pretty like that. Vibrator on his dick, looking at you pitifully as all you do is watch him. You turn the settings up higher and he throws his head back, shutting his eyes. You put it even higher and to the highest setting until his whole body is shaking at it, looking like he’s vibrating too and he’s none stop moaning. And then when he’s just about to orgasm again, you turn it completely off. He snaps his head at you and gasps, completely stunned as if he forgot that he was being a brat just a few moments before and that this isn’t something you would totally do. This is going to be so fun.

You lose count of how many times you do this, putting the vibrator to the highest setting until he’s about to cum and then completely switching it off and starting again. You’re getting a bit bored now honestly but you want to see beomgyu properly break and he hasn’t yet. He can be stubborn sometimes.

This fucking sucks for beomgyu. All he wanted was you and for you to come back and fuck him. But you weren’t even touching him, not even letting him cum! And you’d do it again and again and again. He couldn’t really take it anymore. This isn’t what he wanted, he just wanted you! He was so frustrated by now, he just wanted to cry. And after you don’t even let him cum again for the nth time, his bottom lip wobbles and he can’t contain his crying anymore.

“Y/n please. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please, please fuck me.” He’s hiding his face and wailing into his arm. “I’ll be good for you I promise. I’m sorry, I just…i just missed you. We haven’t been able to spend time together in so long and we haven’t fucked either. I missed you. I’m sorry. Please, fuck me y/n. I’ll be good.” He’s reduced to just a blubbering mess and he gazes up at you looking like a kicked puppy, pleading with his eyes. “Please…please…” You shush him, taking his face in your palm and wiping his tears.

You’re so weak for him it’s annoying. You’re not even sure if they’re just crocodile tears to get you to do what he wants. He knows You’re weak for him too.

It is true though, what with both of you having busy schedules and work, you haven’t really had the time properly to spend together or fuck.

You want it just as bad too. So you straddle him, cupping his face and kissing him, slowly sinking down on his dick, he whimpers and says numerous thank yous. Gasping with his mouth hanging open in a perfect ‘o’ shape with his back arching as you immediately start to ride him at a fast pace, not bothering to start slow and build it up.

“You feel so good-ah-ahh!” He moans at the feeling of your walls finally around his dick. His body bouncing on the bed beneath you as use him like a sex toy. Beomgyu is so unbelievably loud and responsive whenever you fuck him. You love it, but it makes for awkward situations at times. Although, he doesn’t care who hears him at all. In fact, he wants everyone to know he’s being fucked good by you.

“Ahh! Can’t hold it-fuck-need to cum please”

You finally let him and he cries out, eyes rolling backwards and squirting his cum inside you, staying limp for a bit but you don’t stop, fucking him ruthlessly, the lewd and sticky sounds its making echoing around your bedroom.

“Y-y/n-ah- too much, too sensitive…” Beomgyu sniffles, whimpering and gasping at the overstimulation.

“What? you were begging to be fucked and to cum but now you can’t take it, huh?”

He’s about to whine and complain but you take two of your fingers, stuffing them in his mouth to shut him up and he sucks on them instead, gazing up at you with teary eyes and his pretty wet lips.

“So slutty, baby. It’s so sexy.” You say and he muffles somewhat of a thank you.

You bounce on his dick mercilessly, riding him faster and faster to get yourself to cum too, only caring about your high. Beomgyu has his eyes rolling back again as he shakes underneath you, feeling like he could possibly pass out from how you were bouncing on him with no regard, too fucked out at this point and still sensitive from finally being able to cum a few moments before. And before you know it, he’s cumming unannounced once again, just as fast with a muffled scream, your fingers still in his mouth, sight making you come undone, also cumming around him.

His head rests on yours, panting with sweat glistening his body and his disarrayed bangs slightly damp, whole body flushed and pink. He is so fucked out right now. So beautiful.

You lift his chin to connect your lips with his, kissing him so much.

“I love you.” He pants.

You smile, “I’m so in love with you. You don’t understand.”

“Really? how much?” He giggles.

“Like this much” you widen your arms out, making the space between them big

He laughs loudly, throwing his head back.“I don’t think that’s enough I’m gonna be honest.” Beomgyu jokes.

“Well, that’s how far my arms go. You can find someone else with longer arms.” You shrug your shoulders.

“I like your arms just fine actually.” He takes your own arms, wrapping them around his waist and snuggling into you.

Please actually reblog and comment if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated tysm !<3🙏💕😊 It’s discouraging when fics have such little reblogs 👎😭

#you ate this up huh !? // kiara's recs.#UGH loved it so well done #i don't see beomgyu as anything BUT a brat i don't make the rules

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