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me-scoupstas-tu · 2 years ago

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a witches apothecary: for all your desires and needs

pairing: witch!seungcheol x fem!reader

word count: ~4.8k

synopsis: when your boyfriend told you to read the labels on the bottles carefully you should’ve listened, because what was supposed to be a relaxing night of you messaging all the tension away turned to him being in even more pain that only you could fix.

warning(s): smut under the cut (mdni!!), established relationship, supernatural / witch au, light fluff, hint of angst? mentions of food, mentions of blood, petnames (love, babe, baby, ect.) are used for both reader and cheol, whore is used / slight degradation, marking, praise, aphrodisiac oil is used, unprotected sex, creampie, slight breeding kink, dick riding, multiple orgasms (m), squirting, oral (m receiving), throat / face fucking, deep throating, cum eating, let me know if i forgot anything! - don’t mind grammatical errors/typos (i tried) // thank you @onlyhuis & @multi-kpop-fanfics for proofreading!

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“here you go cheol,” you plop the last basket full of herbs down on the counter top. “i finished harvesting all your herbs.” you give him a bright smile despite all the dirt on your face and hands.

“thank you baby.” he smiles back, laughing quietly at the state of your being. “when you get cleaned up, could you put these away for me please? i need to start prepping the herbs to dry so they��ll be ready for next week.” he moves the herbs to set baskets full of premade potions and potion ingredients on the counter for you.

“okay!” you chirp out before rushing to the bathroom to clean up. after scrubbing all the dirt from your fingernails you make your way back to the kitchen to start putting stuff away.

you mumbles the ingredients to yourself as you read the labels carefully, making sure you put them in the right spot. seungcheol was in one of the back rooms hanging up all the herbs to dry, giving you the whole kitchen to yourself. the longer you did things like this the more he trusted you to figure things out on your own - not being born into the same life as him. it was new adapting to all the magic he used in everyday life, but he made sure to take his time introducing you to everything.

while in the middle of rearranging some of the potions so you could add the new ones you heard quite scratches coming from the back door followed by whimpers. sighing quietly you set the small glass bottles down on the counter to go open the door, a shaggy black dog comes waltzing in with a backpack on its back.

“hi mingyu,” you smile as you watch the dog shift into a person who stands taller than your boyfriend. “i see jihoon let you out of your cage.”

“he did, and he sent me with offerings.” mingyu takes the backpack off and sets it gently on the table so he could pull out bundles of belladonna and a couple glass bottles full of a red liquid.

“is that blood?”

“from a vampire! so it stinks, be careful.” his nose crinkles in a cute way.

“do i even wanna know how he got it?” mingyu shrugs before it looks like a lightbulb went off in his head.

“oh!” he reaches back in the bag to pull out something covered in cloth. “this is very special so be extremely careful with it… ji might kill me if it breaks.”

“what is it?” you take it gently and unwrap the bottle, the handwriting was hard to read so the only thing you could read was ‘oil’.

“he wouldn't tell me but he said cheol would know what it was.” mingyu closes the backpack and throws it back over his shoulders. “speaking of, where is he?”

“the herb room, be careful going back there, the house is swamped with orders so there's boxes and ingredients everywhere.” mingyu nods his head and bids you a farewell, going to seek out his friend while being cautious of everything that's haphazardly stacked up in piles that reach the ceiling.

carefully you put the belladonna in a basket for seungcheol to deal with later, making sure to wash your hands extremely well you go back to putting everything where it belongs.

the vampire blood was almost powdery, but it moved like a liquid so it mesmerized you for a little bit, mingyu leaving out the back door snapping you out of your trance as you went back to your task.

“hey love,” you poke your head into the herb room, smiling as you watch seungcheol use his magic to levitate the herbs all around the room while also expanding the walls to make more room for everything. “where does this go?” you show him the bottle that had the mystery oil in it.

“is it from jihoon?” you hum in acknowledgment. “um, just put it with the other oils for now. i’ll deal with it later.” he tilts his head back to offer you a tired smile, his eyes flinching a little when his neck cracks.

“okay.” your voice is soft with worry but you still manage to smile back at him. “i’ll start dinner soon… how does soup sound?”

“sounds amazing.” he hums while he looks down at his herb book that’s floating off to his left before he sighs, rearranging some of the herbs after he read that they shouldn’t be mixed. quietly you back out of the doorway and close the door, leaving cheol to work in peace.

“put it with the oils?” you frown a little. “which oils though?” you sigh quietly figuring you wouldn't bother seungcheol anymore as you go to the bathroom where all the nonedible oils are kept. after mingyu consumed the oil from a non edible plant a while back seungcheol made the decision to put all nonedible oils in the bathroom where no one could eat them accidentally.

once you were back in the kitchen you hurriedly got back to putting everything away, wanting to get started on dinner early so you could get seungcheol to sit and relax for a little bit before he had to go out and set up all the water that needed to sit during the crescent moon.

there were some bottles you weren't able to put away because of the lack of space but that's something seungcheol could fix later with his magic. washing your hands again you got to work on lighting the stove, which still used fire but seungcheol needed it to be that way for him to properly cook some of his ingredients and potions. mumbling the ingredients of the soup to yourself you get everything ready and prepared while the fire gets roaring.

“we’re almost out of garlic.. i need to ask ji for some more later.” you make a mental note to text the garden witch later, even if he rarely touches his phone you hope he’ll send mingyu with some next time he makes a delivery.

“hey baby, do you know where the string is? i ran out and i have a couple more bundles to wrap and hang.” seungcheol comes up behind you while you stir the pot to hug you. he takes a big sniff of the air and groans quietly. “it smells good and i’m starving, when did you start?”

“it’ll be done by the time you are.” you giggled quietly as he kissed gently at your exposed neck. “i think we should have some more in the first drawer in the storage room.” he mumbles a quiet ‘thank you’ as he kisses your cheek before pulling himself away from your body. he also grabs the basket full of belladonna so he can dry it as well.

just like you predicted you finished dinner a couple minutes after seungcheol finished hanging everything and getting cleaned up. while you took your time to wash up, getting all the food and grime off from the day, seungcheol was setting the table - the bowls and cups floating in the air as he poured soup and drinks into them before setting them at their respective chairs.

“i was thinking,” you started talking when you entered the room. “after we finish eating I can give you a little message.” you smile at your boyfriend who looks at you with wide and curious eyes.

“oh?” his eyes follow you to your seat, his food untouched because he wanted to wait for you before he started eating.

“yeah, i noticed that you were flinching earlier when you were moving your head.” you pick up your spoon so you could take a sip of the broth that was still hot. “maybe i could help loosen up some of the muscles so its more comfortable for you to move.” seungcheol smiles wide, his dimples on full display as he watches the way you frown after burning your mouth on the broth.

“i’d love that.” he hums quietly before he eats a spoon full of the soup, the heat not really bothering him as much as he starts to scarf down his food.

“oh!” you jump out of your chair and rush back into the kitchen, the smell of the soup overpowered the bread you had baking in the oven and you almost forgot about it. “there's bread.” you bring the freshly baked bread out into the dining room, your boyfriend is quick to use his magic to levitate it out of your mitten clad hands.

“thank you baby.” he uses his magic to cut a couple slices for the both of you, levitating the knife to spread butter on them before setting them on your plates. while you both ate your dinner you talked about your days, most of which was spent preparing things for orders people had been putting in for potions and spells.

“i’ll clean up while you go get comfortable on the bed.” you give seungcheol a smile when you both finish eating.

“let me help you.” he stands up and uses his magic to pick up all the dishes, sending them to the sink where they land a little harshly - his excitement getting the best of him as he grabs your hand to drag you towards the bedroom. his magic was still doing work in the kitchen as he put all the food in the fridge.

“you're excited.” you giggle quietly as you watch him crawl onto the bed to lay on his stomach.

“of course i am, you're going to put your pretty little hands on my back.” he hums quietly. you couldn’t help the way your face heated up as you shake your head.

“take your shirt off for me, i'm gonna go get one of the message oils.” you’ve never seen your boyfriend move so quickly before as you watch his back muscles flex as he lays back down on his stomach, the tattoos on his back prominent under the dull light of the bedroom. you didn’t waste too much time going into the bathroom and grabbing one of the oil bottles, holding it under your shirt to help warm it up a little using your body heat.

“i know you want me to relax baby but i do have to be outside in the next two hours to make sure the water is in the moonlight for the longest time possible.” seungcheols voice is soft as you crawl onto the bed, sitting on top of your boyfriends ass as you hum quietly.

“i know love,” you smile gently, even though he couldn’t see it. you pull the bottle out from under your shirt and open it, a sweet but tangy scent hits your nose - it was pleasant but new, you don’t remember the scent but you shrug it off as it has been awhile since you’ve done this. “now relax.” you pour some of the red liquid onto your hands and rub them together, the color looked familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it as you began to rub the shimmery oil into seungcheols skin. groaning quietly, seungcheol relaxed into the bed, his muscles screaming a little as you knead at his skin.

“feels good baby.” he mumbles as his eyes flutter closed, the tension beginning to leave his body the higher up his back you got. your hands would linger a little longer on the areas where his tattoos were, loving the way the specs of gold in the oil looked against the black ink.

“i’m glad it feels good.” you purr quietly as you put some more oil on your hands so you could rub at his shoulders. your hands began to tingle a little but you paid no attention to it as you messaged his shoulders, drawing louder groans from your boyfriend as you felt the knots in his muscles melt away under your fingers.

“what oil is this?” he mumbles after a couple minutes of silence. “the scent is new.. but familiar.” you shrug your shoulders before realizing he couldn’t see you.

“i don't know, but i think it's floral?” you bring one of your hands up to your nose to sniff at the oil, your head becoming a little light all of a sudden. “woah..” you whisper.

“where did the oil come from?” seungcheol groans quietly, this time in pain as he shifts under you.

“the cabinet?” you question quietly as you rub at his back again. “are you still in pain?”

“this is a different kind of pain.” he shifts under you again, his skin starting to heat up under your hands. “where did the oil come from before the cabinet baby?” you could tell his jaw was clenched as he held back another pained groan.

“um…” you fumble picking the bottle back up as you go to check the label, which is something you forgot to do before using it. you freeze as you stare at the label, jihoons horrible scribbling stared back as you as it finally dawned on you that you potentially just used something dangerous on your boyfriend. “jihoon..” you whisper.

“what?” your boyfriend's head tilts to the side as he tries to look at you behind him.

“it came from jihoon..” you gulp quietly, your hands starting to shake. “i’m so sorry cheol! i didn’t think about checking the label, the colors looked similar and i thought i grabbed the right one and now i just rubbed something into your back that could potentially ki-”

“hey,” he groans as he tries to roll over without knocking you off of him. “It's ok, it's not deadly.” he watches you through his hooded eyes as you shift around to sit on top of his lap where his cock was growing hard.

“what is it then?” your face heats up at the feeling of his bulge under your ass. you try to read the label again but give up as you lean over to set the glass bottle on the bedside table. seungcheol was quick in grabbing your hips to sit you back down on his lap after you set the bottle down. groaning quietly at the contact he closes his eyes, his jaw clenching again as he tries to focus on anything other than the pain in his body.

“it’s…” he takes in a deep breath, “its pure concentrated aphrodisiac oil.” he lets out the breath.

“what..” your eyes widen a little, you remember reading about aphrodisiacs in the book jihoon let you borrow.

“it’s for sex potions and spells..” his fingers dig into your hips. “and it's super strong.. even just the smell of it can make you horny when it's in this form.” he mumbles quietly.

“oh..” you gently set your hands on his bare chest, your fingers ghosting over his nipples that are rock hard causing him to groan loudly, his head falling back into the pillow deeper.

“please.. y/n..” he whimpers a little, his hips bucking up into yours causing you to jump forward a little, a quiet moan leaving you as you bite your lip.

“are you in pain right now because you're horny?” you mumble as you push your hips down into his as you grind against him, his own hips grinding with yours as he groans lowly.

“yes..” he was becoming breathless, his body already worked up enough to cum in his pants right then and there. there was enough aphrodisiac in seungcheols system to give him the sex drive of a bunny.

“do.. do you need something to help with it?” you try to keep a straight mind while you both helplessly grind against each other. “like an antidote or something..” you breathe out quietly.

“i don’t have any remedies made right now..” he groans as he bucks his hips up into yours hard. “i need to get off.” he almost whispers as his eyebrows furrowed together.

“can i help you get off?” you lean down to kiss gently at his jaw, nosing his cheek as he whines.

“only if you want to..” he stops his movements, his legs shaking as he tries so hard to open his eyes to look at you.

“i do want to help you,” you smile softly, moving your hands from his chest so you can fully lay on top of him, allowing you to grab his face. “besides, it would be a lot quicker with me here right?” he nods before he's rolling you two over so he's laying on top. he groans quietly in pleasure and pain, his hips instinctively rutting into yours.

“tell me when to stop.” he whispers against your lips before he kisses you deeply, his body rocking as he deeply rolls his hips into yours, his pants getting tighter than before. you both were desperately moaning into the others mouth as you sloppily made out with one another, the sexual tension becoming thicker the longer you two took to get naked.

‘cheol..” you manage to breathe out in between kisses, a needy whine escaping your lips when he nips at your tongue.

“what's wrong?” he mumbles as he trails his lips down your cheek and neck, sucking dark marks into his favorite places.

“it’s getting really hot..” you whisper while wiggling under his flaming hot body. one major side effect of the aphrodisiac is it makes the consumer really hot, almost like it mimics the body temperature that wolves and other animals experience during their heats.

“can i take your clothes off?”

“god yes.” you sit up along with him so he can pull your shirt off while using his magic to unclip and pull your bra off while he shimmies out of his own pants. you don't even get the drawstring of your pants undone before he’s pulling them off of you along with your panties. the cold air hitting your soaking hot cunt makes a shiver run down your spine and goosebumps rise up on your skin that seungcheol soothes away with his hands.

“i am going to devour you.” he groans as his warm hands trail down your legs, pushing them wide open so he can comfortably sit between them. he takes one of his hands to jerk his cock a couple times, his precum coating every inch of him. when you whimper quietly seungcheol doesn’t waste a second before he's lining up at your glistening hole. “are you sure you want this?”

“yes, please.” you were starting to sound like the desperate one here despite your boyfriend's pupils being blown with lust and his cock throbbing from all the aphrodisiac in his system. “give it all to me.” with that seungcheol pushes into your tight cunt inch by inch, his hands resting on the back of your thighs to keep them pushed wide open.

“fuck..” he groans lowly, your pussy clenching at the sound caused his hips to buck forward - his cock fully bottoming out. his fingers dig into your flesh and his jaw clenches while he waits for you to finish adjusting. when you give him the green light to start moving he doesn’t waste a breath before he's thrusting his hips.

he wanted to start slow, his muscles tense with restraint as he watches the way your head tilts back and your bottom lip disappears between your teeth. letting go of your thighs seungcheol leans his whole body over yours so he can rest his forearms on the bed on either side of your head, caging you against the bed. instinctively, your legs wrap tightly around his waist while your arms snake around his neck, your nails digging into his back as he starts to thrust harder and faster - his slow pace long forgotten as his only thought was to make you moan as loudly as possible while also getting you to cum before him.

“you feel so fucking good,” he grunts quietly as his hands grip onto the sheets tightly, his hips jackhammering into yours creating a loud squelching sound to echo throughout the room. “doing so fucking good for me, taking my cock like a good little whore.” your pussy clenches at his words causing him to fuck into you faster, the amount of slick you were creating made him slide in and out with ease.

your nails drag down his shoulders, dark red lines forming in their wake as seungcheol fucks you like theres no tomorrow. a shiver runs up your boyfriend's spine when you rake your nails over his tattoos, the skin puffing up a little but no blood spills out as you continue to mark him up.

‘keep doing that baby and i’ll cum.” he groans into your neck as he tries to will his fast approaching orgasm away.

“cum for me my love,” you purr quietly before whining when he hits your g-spot. seungcheol didn’t think twice before he was spilling his thick load into your cunt. despite being sensitive he continues to thrust into you. his cock is still painfully hard, all the aphrodisiac hadn’t been fucked out of his system yet. “let.. let me ride you.” you pant quietly, yelping when he rolls you two over so he was laying on his back again.

“ride me.” his voice dripped with dominance despite him letting you take over. once you were comfortable, your hands find purchase on seungcheols abdomen before you start to slowly bounce your hips. he groans lowly, his hips bucking up to jostle you around a little bit - the pace becoming too slow for him. biting your lip and digging your nails into his abs that flexed under your hands you pick up your pace, your hips slapping down against his harder as his cum leaked out onto his balls.

“so big,” you coo quietly, your moans turning into whines as your eyes roll and flutter a little. his cock twitched inside you as you clenched harder than before - your orgasm approaching quickly. “so full.”

“gonna fuck you even more full,” seungcheol groans as his hands find their way to your hips so he can help you bounce on his cock harder, the need to be as deep inside of you as possible becoming bigger by the second. “fill you with my cum till you're dripping with it for days.”

“please!” you moan loudly, your body jumping forward everytime his hips come up to meet yours.

“please what baby? fuck.” he almost growls when you clench around him, his cock twitching and his balls tightening as his orgasm threatens to wash over him.

“cum.. cum please, please!” you babble as you let your body collapse on top of his while he takes over in fucking into you again, his arms wrapping around your waist as he groans into your hair.

“you can cum baby,” he mumbles as he plants his feet on the bed to get a better and more stable angle. “cum all over my cock.” and just like that the coil in your stomach snaps and your orgasm washes over you as you squirt a little all over his cock.

“cheol!” you gasp and whine as he helped you ride out your orgasm, his second one washing over him as he unloaded his cum deep inside you.

the two of you lay there for a couple minutes, panting while you both come down from your highs. your lower half began to ache a little as you slowly sat up, whimpering at how sensitive you were as you gently pulled yourself from seungcheols semi hard cock.

“how do you feel?” you mumble as your hands rub at his chest, his quiet hums vibrating through your fingertips.

“less horny that's for sure.” he laughs quietly, his dimples popping out as he lazily looks at you through his lashes. “how do you feel? i wasn’t too rough with you, was i?” you shake your head.

“not at all, besides i love it when you get rough.” you shrug your shoulders as your hands gently message their way down his stomach, his muscles flexing before relaxing - a content sigh leaving him. “is all the aphrodisiac out of your system?” the lower your hands got on his body the harder his cock got again.

“i would say it is…” he watches you with dark eyes. “but it's hard to tell with your hands on me like that still.” he smirks at the sweet smile you give him.

“well you were still a little hard when i got up.” you crawl backwards slowly till your head is positioned right above his cock. “so maybe you still need my help.”

“i’ll never turn down your help baby.” he breathes out, gasping when your fingers wrap around the base, your fingertips almost touching. you jerk him off a couple times before you stick your tongue out to kitten lick at the head, the tip of your tongue swirling around his slit causing him to hiss and buck his hips up. giggling quietly you decide that teasing him could wait another night as you slowly lower your head, taking inch by inch until you couldn’t take anymore.

“fuck,” your chest swells with pride at being able to make him sound so fucked out. slowly you start to bob your head, your hand wrapped around the part you didn’t get shoved down your throat yet. “mouth feels so good.” his groans were like music to your ears as you picked up the pace.

considering he was already sensitive and overstimulated from the oil and his first two orgasms, his third climax wasn't far off. his legs began to tense up a little the closer it got causing you to use both your hands to soothe at his legs while you worked on deep throating him. after a little bit of effort you were able to nestle him nicely down your throat as he began to buck his hips up, fucking your throat as he chased after his next orgasm.

“y/n!” he moans, his orgasm washing over him like a tidal wave as he cums down your throat and all over your mouth. swallowing every last bit of cum you make sure to kiss your way back up his body, giggling when he laughs quietly. “you’re amazing, you know that?” he whispers right before you kiss him on the lips, his tongue instantly exploring every inch of your mouth as he tastes himself on your tongue.

“you’re amazing too.” you whisper before kissing him again, this time softer. after pulling away from one another, seungcheol slowly sits up carefully so he doesn’t head butt you.

“lets go get cleaned up.” he stands up and stretches, groaning as the bones in his back pop. you can't help but drool a little at the muscles in his back, they flex so deliciously as he stretches his arms out and the black ink mixed with the deep red scratch marks was making your head dizzy. when he was done seungcheol picked you up gently to carry you to the bathroom where he ran you two a hot bath - making sure to put the correct soap and oils into the water so you can get the maximum relaxation effect.

“not to alarm you or anything but its almost ten thirty.” you hum quietly as you relax deeper into the water while using seungcheols chest as your backrest.

“seven hours minimum is needed for the crescent moon water.” he mumbles against your neck as he relaxes with you. “as long as i'm out and setting up the water by eleven it’ll be fine.”

“you better not be out there all night.” you mumble already knowing he won't be joining you in bed later until sunrise.

“i'll try baby.” he laughs quietly when you grumble out a quiet ‘bullshit’ before sitting up to grab your shampoo wanting to hurry up and get out so that seungcheol can attend to his water and you can go to bed (where you’ll one hundred percent pout until your boyfriend comes to join you). “i love you.” he coos, smiling when he notices how hard you're trying not to smile as you lather shampoo into yours then his hair.

“i love you too..” you mumble, finally giving in and offering him a smile as you helped rinse his hair out. “but you better come to bed tonight, or i’ll strap you to it tomorrow.” he laughs quietly as he grabs your hips so he can pull you close enough for him to kiss the tip of your nose.

“i’ll come to bed tonight baby, i promise.” and he did keep his promise, after spending two hours setting everything up and making sure it was all protected properly he crawled into your guys bed where he proceeded to lay on top of you like a cat (and even if he was up a couple hours later putting the water away before the sun came out you couldn’t complain too much about his lack of sleep since he did keep his promise, and he took a nap later that day per your request while you took care of some of the potion making that didn’t require magic).

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me-scoupstas-tu · 2 years ago

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[WEVERSE, 221228] S.Coups🌟

It's raining outside!

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[9:43 pm] The fire behind you burns brightly as Seungcheol pulls you onto his lap. Your knees sink into the plush cushion of the chair, his cock lined up with your waiting entrance. He teases you with a smirk, pressing the head of his cock against you, just barely entering you before pulling back. You grip his robe tighter, entranced by the expanse of hard muscle, the planes of his chest highlighted by the flickering shadows. Excitement stirs within you as you take in the way he looks at you, roving your form hungrily, his tongue poking out to tease the swell of his plush lips. You feel the familiar pulse of need radiating between your legs, building until you can’t take it anymore. Tired of waiting, you try to lower yourself onto his cock, only to be stopped by his firm grasp.

“Ah ah ah, not so fast baby.” He tsks, and a shudder roves down your spine at the deep timbre of his voice. He moves his hand along your side, teasing you with his touch, his cock pressed right against your entrance as he hums, “What do you say baby?”

“Please,” You breathe you, trying and vain to just get him inside you already. He keeps you still, even as your thighs tense from the effort of trying to have him. You feel the heat building, caught between the warmth of his breath over your collarbones and the raging fire behind you. You’re fixated on the flames dancing in his gaze, as if it’s the only light in the room, using it to ground yourself from completely slipping away to lust.

“Please what?” He raises an eyebrow expectantly, sinking further into the chair. You suppress a whimper as his cock moves away from your waiting entrance, gripping his shoulders tighter.

“Please Sir.” You cave in quickly, too consumed with need not to beg, “Please Sir, please fuck me.”

“That’s more like it, baby.” At long last he finally sinks into you, letting you lower yourself onto his length. You tilt your head back as a moan of wanton satisfaction resonates in your chest before resounding in the air. A laugh is laced with his own deep moan as his hands rove around to your ass, squeezing sharply, “Well someone’s excited.”

“Sir, I need you. I need you so fucking bad.” You squirm on top of him, already clenching around his thick length, taking in just how deep he is inside you.

He nods, that smirk of satisfaction melting into something far more heated, “Then let’s not keep you waiting anymore, baby.”

The chair doesn’t even creak as Seungcheol guides you up and down on his dick, even as your breath hitches with each deep thrust. Your hands bypass his soft robe to grab at his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as you pant out moans. The pleasure is fucking unreal, and already you feel yourself unraveling, bliss winding around you like one of the shimmering ribbons on the tree. You let yourself enjoy this, indulging in pleasure as long as you can, basking in the fireside flames.

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me-scoupstas-tu · 2 years ago

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[IG Story, 221111] ho5hi_kwon

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me-scoupstas-tu · 2 years ago

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[Weverse, 220929] Mingyu 🌟

ELLE interview…I guess it wasn't mom..who took my pictures..

Minseo❤: Even when I worked hard to take your pictures, you still said it was Mom who took them. I worked so hard editing to make it look like it's natural lighting so you can that !! That !!!!! It's not even Mom when you think about it. It's me who had no choice but to take the pictures, you ungrateful punk

Mingyu: Ah...

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me-scoupstas-tu · 2 years ago

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push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) - part two

summary: thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off.

pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader

word count: ~5k (this part)

genre: smut (18+), enemies to lovers, camboy au

warnings/contains: camboy!cheol, cocky!cheol, explicit language, dirty talk, teasing/banter, masturbation (m. and f.), continued usage of petnames (affectionate or derogatory - you decide), mild angst (she's struggling but can you blame her?)

a/n: this is part of the svthub collab. please take a look at the masterlists for the collab and check out the awesome fics that have been posted and be sure to put yourself on the taglist for the excellent fics still to come! we’re coming up on the deadline so there are lots that’ll be popping up on a dash near you in the next few weeks

svthub masterlists: hyung line and maknae line and official taglist form for all of the fics still to come

general taglist: @trashlord-007 @goodforgyu, @junhui-recs

seventeen taglist: @confusedbansheee, @ahgastayzen, @kkakkameori, @bimb0beee @n6tluv

previous part

Tomorrow night at 8pm was now before you knew it.

All day long at work, you had gone back and forth between talking yourself out of it and rationalizing to yourself why it was okay and, in fact, was a good thing because at least you weren’t some sketchy person and it was probably less pressure to perform for one person than have to attend to lots of them, making people with conflicting wants happy. Right?

Right.

At 7:59pm, stripped down to your panties and an oversized t-shirt, you were sitting on your bed with the laptop in front of you, a maelstrom of emotions as you waited for him to start the stream. 8:00pm on the dot, a message popped up on your screen informing you that coups_d_éhot is now live and you watched as the screen changed from black to a live view of Seungcheol. Wearing a white button-up, the top two buttons of which were undone, exposing only a hint of skin at the collar, his posture conveyed a complete lack of the nerves that were currently lighting you up.

You could do this. You could do this and he would never know it was you.

“Hello there,” he said in that oh-so-familiar voice you still weren’t sure how you hadn’t placed right away the first time you saw him on camera.

Hi, you typed in the chat, figuring that was as good a place to start as any. How was your day?

“Really good, actually! Busy but good. What about you, princess? Good day?”

It wasn’t bad. Better than yesterday, definitely, but I spent way more time than I should have thinking about this.

When he spoke, his tone was laced with amusement. “Thought about me all day, huh? And you tried to pretend you weren’t mine. I told you that you would be.” You could hear his smile, could envision it, cocky and usually so annoying, but right then, it sent a rush of heat through you.

I thought about this all day. Because I’ve done the video sex thing with in the past with partners, but I have to admit that this is a new one for me.

Whether I’m yours or not remains to be seen ;)

Seungcheol chuckled and leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on the desk in front of him, practically purring. “That sounds like a challenge. You might regret issuing it when you’re desperate to come and I won’t let you until you say the words out loud, but I accept.”

Well shit.

You’d walked into that one. Engraved the man an invitation, even. You shivered, a frisson of anticipation working its way down your spine.

“And I’m honored to be able to introduce you to something new, although I am curious. You said today was better than yesterday…and yesterday is when you reached out to me. Did something happen yesterday to prompt this sudden urge for new experiences?”

The question caught you off guard, not expecting the shift in topic and not used to hearing that soft caring from Seungcheol. Maybe you should have, though, considering the quasi-intimacy was what had drawn you to the camming site instead of just watching recorded porn to begin with, and you had witnessed his interactions with his audience before. Sexy, yes. Unfairly. But that alone wouldn’t have kept you coming back to watch S.Coups.

His question forced you to remember the day before, to think about James and how you’d felt during and after the encounter. How your impulses overrode your common sense and led you to logging back on SVTHub to arrange this with the last person you should be doing it with.

“You don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable, sweetheart,” he added.

No, it’s okay! I just got stuck in my thoughts. I ran into my ex-boyfriend and the woman he cheated on me with yesterday. I haven’t really heard from or seen him in a couple of weeks - he called a lot the week after we broke up but I guess he got the message when I kept not answering or responding to his texts.

Anyway, I’m sure that’s probably not what you were hoping to hear lol. I thought about tinder but figured at least with you, I knew there would be orgasms involved!

Before you had too much of a chance to second-guess your textual TMI with a dude who thought you were a stranger, he was talking.

“Your ex-boyfriend is a dick.” Seungcheol had sat back at some point while you were typing and just enough of him was in the frame for you to see the tightness in his jaw as he unknowingly called his best friend a dick. Even knowing he didn’t know who he was talking about or to, it felt nice to hear the words from him, of all people. “I’m sorry that happened, but you made the right call picking me over tinder. 100% of the time, I’m the right choice.”

You laughed, a lightness bubbling up in your chest. So arrogant, but that had been your thought process as well, so you couldn’t exactly fault him for it.

100% of the time? I’m sure there has to be at least a few guys on there who know their way around a woman’s body.

“Nah, I stand by what I said. I’m always the right choice. Tell you what, peach,” he said while his fingers moved to the buttons on his shirt, slowly opening one, then another, working his way down while he went on. “We’re gonna start with one orgasm and keep them coming until you tap out – how does that sound?”

It sounded like you weren’t going to be able to look him in the eyes for the rest of forever, but you couldn’t – wouldn’t – tell him that. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched his hands part the fabric of his shirt to reveal a wide band of skin along the length of his torso. A torso you had so recently seen in the flesh, close enough to touch, but never would. You pressed your thighs together, dragging your gaze from his belly button, from his chest, from that fucking tattoo that was the reason you even knew who he was, to the text box in the chat.

It sounds like you’re a pretty ambitious guy, S.Coups. You think you can get me to admit to being yours AND have more than one orgasm? We’ve only got an hour here.

“Oh, princess,” he said with a soft huff of laughter. “Half an hour would be more than enough time to get you to do any number of things for me. If you’d like to keep pushing it, I’m happy to demonstrate. Shall I make you beg, too, or are you gonna behave?” His voice had deepened, the low timbre feeling like a caress along your nerves, carrying warmth to gather in your abdomen.

His words. Now, those had your cunt clenching around nothing and a flush blooming across your cheeks, spreading until you felt it covering your chest. A truly shockingly large part of you wanted very much to keep pushing, to see how far you could. The same part of you that had been fighting against him and giving back just as much attitude as you had received from him since you’d given up trying to win him over.

The last vestiges of rational thought in you, though, made a compelling case for why allowing him to make you beg him to come or follow through on whatever else was underlying his words (on the off, very small – miniscule, really – chance you succumbed because you totally wouldn’t because you were strong and stubborn and like hell would you let Seungcheol make you beg him for anything) was an even worse idea than letting him talk you through an orgasm and playing a part in his own.

I’ll be good tonight.

But only because I’m nice and this is your first time with me!

Me, specifically, I mean. Alone. So I’m sure you have a quota to meet or something. I wouldn’t want you to not meet it and feel bad.

“That’s you being good?”

Yes?

He chuckled and you saw the movement of his chin as he shook his head, then dropped it down. You could have sworn you heard him mutter, “Such a fucking brat,” but when he lifted his chin back up, he spoke clearly, so it was entirely possible you had misheard. “You and I have very different definitions of what behaving means, beautiful.”

You chose to ignore the little flutter in your belly at the petname. He didn’t know you from the next woman on the street, so he wasn’t calling you beautiful, you reminded yourself. And anyway.

Oops.

O:)

“Cute. All right. Since you had a rough day yesterday and because I am nice, I’m gonna let that one go and go easy on you tonight. Act up again and I make no promises, hm?”

The temptation to be a smartass and reply with, Yes, sir! was real. It was…fun engaging with him like this. The back and forth felt playful rather than charged and laced with months of animosity. This was a Seungcheol you would like to know. It was just too bad you couldn’t.

Okay, okay. I’ll be good for real. And thank you. For just being here. Like this.

Seungcheol brought a hand up to his neck and rubbed at the skin there, turning his head to the side before centering it to the camera again and clearing his throat, lifting his chin. “Ah, you don’t have to thank me for that. Or…if you really want to, you can let me make you feel good. I do have that quota to meet, after all.”

Luckily, he couldn’t hear the noise you made – somewhere between a laugh, a snort, and a gasp. It didn’t help that that your mental process had quickly moved from, ‘fuck, he’s adorable?’ to ‘yeah, actually, I would really like him to make me feel good,’ to ‘fuck him for being funny right now,’ as he spoke.

Sir, yes, sir!

Did that count as acting up? You cursed your fingers and their tendency to just go along with whatever smartass thought popped into your brain, quickly typing more.

I mean, I’m not going to say no to that?

“Mhm,” he hummed and you didn’t need to see his face to picture the upward quirk at the corner of his mouth. “That’s what I thought. What you’re going to do is get nice and comfortable for me, so all you have to do from here on out is watch me, listen to me, and touch yourself the way I tell you to – the way I would.”

Staring at him through the screen, your eyes were glued to his fingers pushing his shirt off of his shoulders, the way the fabric fell to the floor, and every inch of familiar skin it had been hiding, now revealed for your enjoyment and – reluctant – appreciation. Your own skin felt suddenly too sensitive against the fabric of your top, breaking out in goosebumps. A rush of heat moved through you as his words went round and round in your head, painting a picture of his hands on your body, fingers brushing over your skin, digging into your hips to hold you in place, buried deep inside your cunt.

You might actually be embarrassed by the way your body responded to his words – to him – if you weren’t already used to it and if you didn’t know he would never know just how much he affected you.

Uh, you needed to respond to him, didn’t you?

Yeah. I will, yeah.

Saying that, you settled deeper against the pillows behind your back and stretched your legs out in front of you on the bed, laptop coming to rest on your thighs. On impulse, you dragged your shirt over your head and tossed it toward the end of the bed. It wasn’t as though you weren’t going to end up naked, anyway. You shivered at the air in the room, chilled, the soft breeze from the fan making your already pebbling nipples harder.

Okay, I’m comfortable

His voice, when he spoke again, was warm and amused. “I’m glad, but there’s one more thing I need you to do for me. Do you think you can do it?”

I know I can, you typed out, then cursed as you had to catch the laptop that started to slide off your legs when you shifted your position slightly. Frowning at it, you set it on the mattress beside your hip instead. Maybe you should have thought of the logistics of this before now because it was a lot easier when other people were typing.

“Good girl,” he crooned. “Do you see that microphone icon on your screen? Go ahead and click that.”

What?! You stared at the icon in horror. No, no, no, no. No. If he heard your voice, the odds of being found out went up astronomically. Adrenaline flooded your veins and you sat there, frozen, brain working at a thousand miles a minute to figure out a way out of this.

“Still my shy girl, huh? It’s just you and me, princess. You don’t have to use the microphone, but I promise you’ll enjoy this a lot more if your hands aren’t on your keyboard.”

Fuck. It would but you couldn’t take that risk! Could you?

“Hold on, this might also make you more comfortable.” His hands moved in front of him, doing something on his desk, then the camera on his end zoomed out and, for the first time since you’d logged on to SVTHub and watched him, his face was visible. Seungcheol looked into the camera and you could see the challenge in the upward arch of an eyebrow and the turn of his lips.

Oh. Shit.

He – Damn him and your own inability to resist a gauntlet thrown down when he was involved. Your fingers slid across the trackpad and clicked the icon before you could talk yourself out of it.

“Seu– S.Coups,” you started, remembering to use the nickname and correcting yourself. “Do you normally show your face in these private streams? Because I get that your privacy is important and you don’t have to – I can keep my audio on, either way. You were right that it’s better like this.”

“There she is,” he said in a low purr that you felt in your core. Your breath hitched and you held it, knowing he heard that this time. If nothing else, that self-satisfied smile you had seen so many times forming on his face gave it away. “Are you worried about my anonymity or are you wondering if you should be jealous that others have seen my face on here?”

There was knowing it was him on the other side of the screen and there was seeing it. Seeing the face you’d glared at hundreds of times. Seeing the heat flash in his eyes and the way he caught his bottom lip between his teeth. God, he was still Seungcheol and still the bane of your existence, even if he was flirting and trying to entice rather than piss you off.

“Should I be?”

“Worried? Nah, I know what I’m doing. Jealous? You tell me. Does it bother you thinking about me doing this with other women?”

Fuck him and the lazy way he leaned back in his chair, the way one of his hands moved to palm himself through his pants, drawing your attention to what you knew was hidden beneath the fabric and that you shouldn’t want to see. Definitely should not want to touch.

“I don’t think I’m allowed to be bothered by that, am I? It’s your job, so of course–”

“Ah ah ah,” he interrupted you, tutting. “That wasn’t the question. Do you want to be the only one I let see me like this? Who I let close enough to do so?”

You honestly weren’t sure what to make of the fact that it did bother you. What did you care who he showed his face to? You’d been one of the many watching his streams, so it wasn’t like you didn’t know you weren’t special. And also it was goddamn Seungcheol. You had no claim on him – you couldn’t have a claim on him.

You didn’t want to have a claim on him.

“A little,” you finally admitted. “I don’t like sharing,” you added on a soft laugh. “Obviously. Not that I don’t realize that’s not what this is. I’m not a crazy person, I promise!”

His expression shifted before your eyes and you watched as the playfulness melted into seriousness. The same shift you’d seen in him that night in the club when you’d let the comment about James’ cheating slip. “I said it before and I’ll say it again: your ex is a dick. Didn’t know he had something precious. Didn’t know how to be what you needed, did he?”

His words were a balm they really shouldn’t be, considering he wouldn’t be saying them if he knew who he was talking about, but they soothed you nonetheless. Soothed you and made you feel vulnerable in a way you did not want to be around Seungcheol. You drew in a deep breath and forced your brain away from that and back to half-naked hot guy focus.

“What do I need, S.Coups? You think you know how to be that?”

And just like that, his gaze turned molten, focused on the camera as if he could see you through the screen. So much so that you had to quickly check that you didn’t somehow inadvertently turn on video as well as audio, which thank God, you hadn’t.

“Oh, princess. I think we both know that what you need is me.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips and your own mirrored the action as your mouth went dry. “You wouldn’t be here with me right now otherwise.”

“I – That’s why I’m here, y-yeah.” Was that your voice? All breathless and doing nothing to hide how much he affected you? To contradict him?

“Mm, that’s right. And I’m gonna give you what you need,” he said and you bit back a whimper, only able to catch some of the needy noise. His eyes drifted shut and you heard him hiss as the hand in his lap squeezed. “What you’ve been wanting, all alone over there. Just watching me wasn’t enough. You wanted all of my attention on you, and to know that when I’m coming, it’s for you and because of you. Wanted me to be touching myself like this,” to punctuate his words, he curled his fingers around his cock, stroking once along the length of it, the shape of which you could see pressing hard up against his pants and tenting the fabric. “Thinking about being inside you instead. Wishing I was fucking it into you instead of fucking into my fist. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

You nodded before remembering that he couldn’t see that and whining – whining! Fuck your life – as you squirmed restlessly on the bed, rubbing your thighs together as your hands came to rest on either one. Instinct compelled you to slide your fingers between your legs, to press against the soaked material of your panties and give yourself some semblance of relief, but you knew better by now. He would tell you when and if you touched yourself before he told you to, he would drag it out even longer before he let you come.

“You know I do.”

His soft moan seemed to echo in your ears and when he opened his eyes again, they were hungry. “I do know but I want to hear you say it, beautiful. How badly do you want it?”

“God,” you groaned, fingertips digging into the tops of your thighs to keep them there. “Bad enough to be doing this when I know it’s a terrible idea and the last thing I should be doing. This is seriously the dumbest decision I’ve ever made, but I’m here.”

“I’m gonna have to disagree with you there,” he said with a shake of his head and as cocky a smile as you’d ever seen on his face. “I think this is the best decision you’ve ever made, but if you think that and you’re still with me…I know how badly you needed this. Are you touching yourself right now?”

Scoffing, because you couldn’t not. Of course he disagreed. He had no idea just how stupid you were being. “No, I’m being good like I said I would be. My hands are on my thighs,” you said.

“You’re being very good for me.” The pleased sound he let out then should not have made you feel proud, nor should his praise, and yet. “Are you wet for me?”

“Yes. I’m – yes.”

“Fuck, I bet you are.” You heard him curse and watched the sharp rise of his chest, growing wetter at the sight of his hands on the button of his pants, making quick work of undoing the button and lowering his zipper. “My needy princess, your poor panties are just soaked through, aren’t they?” His hand slipped beneath the waistband of his underwear and it was your turn to curse, jealous of his hand, angry at the thin fabric concealing his movements from you, concealing him from you.

Your whimper was likely answer enough. “You can touch yourself now, peach. Wherever you’d like, except you’re going to take one of those hands and slide those little fingers of yours over that pretty pussy and tell me how it feels.”

A deep, shaky sigh of relief passed through your lips at the permission. One of your hands traced soft patterns up your torso to tease at and your breasts before focusing on your nipples, soft brushes of fingertips against the pebbled flesh followed by flicks and squeezes, then back to teasing grazes. As instructed, you let your other hand slip down the inside of your thigh, then up to press against thin, absolutely rendered useless and sticky and embarrassingly wet considering the only stimulation you’d received was his words, fabric. You let out a soft gasp at the first touch of your fingertips to your clit, another as you let your fingers slide down to press into the material covering your entrance, feeling another wave of need roll through you and the way your body instinctively tightened in response.

“It feels like it’s,” you said on a whine, “it’s not enough. Feels good, but I need more.”

“Of course you do,” he crooned. “Need it to be my hands on you,” Seungcheol gave the camera – gave you – a tongue-touched smile as he took his dick out, slowly stroking the length and swiping his thumb across the tip, capturing the liquid gathered there. Smile turning sly at the needy whimper you couldn’t quite bite back. “Need my cock, but you can’t have that yet, beautiful. Gonna have to touch yourself and fuck yourself for me.”

Taking that as direction - permission? instruction? - you slid your hand into your panties and let your fingers slip through your slick folds to rub against your clit. Matching your speed to the slow pumps of his fist up, down, up, down, your fingertips circling, knowing this pace was just a tease and it was only tying you further into knots. “Se-S.Coups, God.”

His chuckle was a little rough, at least, and the way his hips bucked up into his hand, the way his brows drew together as he spoke, was quite possibly the sexiest thing you had ever seen. “Sound so fucking hot. You rubbing that needy clit of yours or are you fucking your fingers? Watching me stroking my cock, knowing you’re the one who got me hard, that all of this is for you.”

Fuck. You were going to die. And never, ever be able to look him in the eyes again.

“R-Rubbing,” you managed to choke out, so, so glad he couldn’t see the way your body arched on the bed, the flush in your cheeks spread across every inch of you, or the mess you were making on the comforter beneath you.

“Yeah?”

“M-Mhm.”

“So cute when you get shy on me, princess.”

“S-Shut up,” you argued out of instinct, words coming out too breathless to have any actual force behind them.

“I don’t think you want me to shut up, though. I think you like it when I talk to you, when I tell you what to do and what you do to me.” The hand on his dick started moving faster and you could see the tension in the muscles of his forearms with every motion, hear the way his voice had dropped an octave, and your eyes flew to his face. Unable to look away while you let your own hand speed up and felt the way your desire ratcheted up, the twisted tension in your center started to fray.

You think you made a noise to convey your disagreement, but given that you were also letting out little gasps and whimpers and – thank god – his camboy name every two seconds, he probably didn’t believe you any more than you did.

In fact, the groaned, “Yeah, s’what I thought,” indicated he absolutely did not believe you. “I like doing it, too. Like how you’re so into it that you can’t even form sentences, can you?”

“I – I can!”

His smile then was wolfish. “Yeah? Good because if you wanna come – and I know you’re getting close, peach, I can hear each and every one of those sounds you’re making for me – you know what you’ve gotta do.”

How the hell was he still forming sentences like that? That’s what you wanted to know, but then you didn’t because this was his job so of course he could and wait, he wanted you to say–

You whimpered.

It wouldn’t take much at all for you to go over the edge, held together by a thread that was nearly frayed through. That it was Seungcheol you were watching, hearing, in complete control of this situation should have made it impossible for you to come, but somehow it made it better because it was him and you would maybe not unpack that later.

“Please?”

“Beg so prettily, but that’s not what I’m waiting for. Whose are you? Just say the words and I’ll let you come.”

You might not be able to look him in the eyes when you saw him next, but you were definitely going to hit him.

“Yours, okay. I’m yours,” you grit out. “Please, can I?”

“Fuck,” he hissed and you watched his head press into the back of the chair behind him, saw his hand move to the base of his cock and stay there, squeezing. “That’s my girl. Yeah, princess. Did so good for me, you can come.”

So you did.

Trying to keep your eyes open and on him as he heard his name – his “stage” name, anyway – fall from your lips in broken, breathless, gasped refrain while you came apart for him, body shaking with the force of the pleasure that swept through you. Sharp-edged bliss heightened by knowing he was listening to you, hearing the tension in his voice while he offered praises, “there you go,” “sound so damned sexy,” and, “I know it feels good.” By seeing the clench in his jaw and the sharp rise and fall of his chest, how it looked as though he had to fight the urge to thrust his hips if the death grip he had on the arm rest and his cock were anything to go by.

As you came down and tried to catch your breath, he crooned, “That’s one. You ready for another or are you gonna tap out on me already?”

You squeezed your eyes shut then and let out a breathy laugh. As if.

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What you were not going to do, you told yourself as you lied in bed later that night – after the stream was over, showering and changing had been done, and it was just you tucked under the covers in the dark – was think too much about the whole thing. Or the implications of how much you’d enjoyed the experience not even in spite of your partner in debauchery being Seungcheol, but because your partner in said sin had been him. You absolutely could not, under any circumstances, actually, actively thirst after your ex-boyfriend’s best friend. You for damned sure weren’t allowed to like the man. And anyway, a lot of what you liked about him was probably just him leaning into the persona he’d created for himself.

What you were going to do was chalk how into it you had been up to the inherent draw of doing something you knew you shouldn’t and wanting something that was bad for you. That was just human nature, wasn’t it? The lure of the forbidden. Everyone struggled with that.

Everyone did, goddamn it.

Cursing silently to yourself because you were doing the exact thing you had resolved not to do – namely, overthinking things – you gave yourself a mental shake, turned on your favorite “relaxing sleep music” playlist, and resettled into your pillow.

This was fine. Everything was fine.

You were just going to have to avoid Seungcheol until you were able to think about him without your brain immediately going to his soft, raspy voice in your ear telling you how good he “just knew you’d feel around my cock,” and moaning “fuck, princess,” as he came, or the way he looked all fucked out post-orgasm, with his come covering his abdomen and that sated, soft, sleepy look in his eyes as he ended the stream and told you he’d see you later. Jesus, you were so screwed.

Your curse this time was not silent, instead it was screamed into your pillow, in which you had buried your face. Fuck, okay, no. Just stick to the plan. Avoid him, delete your account on SVTHub, and pretend none of this ever happened. Totally doable.

Suffice it to say, your sleep that night was restless.

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me-scoupstas-tu · 2 years ago

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push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) - part one

pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader

word count: 8.4k (this part - the whole fic? uhhh tbd)

genre: smut (18+), enemies to lovers, camboy au

warnings/contains: camboy!cheol, explicit language, masturbation (m. and f.), usage of petnames (affectionate) and petnames (derogatory), general e2l antagonism and shenanigans, questionable decision-making.

a/n: this is part of the svthub collab. thanks to @sapphichui for putting it together and for being so gracious! special shoutout as well to @biaswreckingfics for being my second pair of eyes on this even if she doesn't read svt fic <3

svthub masterlists: hyung line and maknae line and official taglist form

general taglist: @trashlord-007, @goodforgyu

“Nope! James is a dick and we don’t gorge ourselves on ice cream over dicks.” Your well-meaning best friend, Lily, made this declaration as she grabbed the carton of Ben and Jerry’s from your hand and immediately went to throw it away. “We’re going to get you over this break-up with alcohol, neon lights, loud music, and dancing.”

Despite yourself, you had to bite back a laugh. “I’m not gorging myself, Jesus,” you argued, getting to your feet and following your friend. You rested your elbows on the island countertop and watched her dump the carton in trash then rinse your spoon in the sink. “One: I’ve had three bites and two: I realize he’s a dick. The AmeriCone Dream is less about my ex and more about me craving something sweet. Also three: The last time we all went out, we ended up getting on the wrong train and not realizing it until we literally made it to the end of the line and they kicked us off at like 2AM.”

That gave Lily pause. “...Point. We’ll just have to agree in advance that we’re sharing an uber home rather than risking the train! I’ll let Nari and Jess know the plan. Now. Go get dressed because we’re doing this.”

Your lips twitched and you let out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine. But only because you asked so nicely.”

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Two hours later, you were in the middle of a crowded dance floor, covered in a sheen of – well, you’d call it sweat but your grandmother always said ladies don’t sweat, they glisten, so – whatever noun constituted glistening. Catching Nari’s attention, you gestured you were headed toward the bar and made sure she nodded her understanding of your intentions before making your way to the (relatively) less (at the moment) crowded bar area. You pressed your hands against the edge of the countertop then leaned forward to speak to the bartender when she stopped in front of you, having to almost shout your order for water and another rum and coke. At her thumbs up and movements to do just that, you shifted to sit on the stool while you waited, a hand moving from your peripheral into your line of sight drawing your attention.

You followed the hand up the arm, all the way up until your gaze met that of the unbelievably handsome man standing next to you, a wide, friendly smile on his face and his hand still held out to you. Having confirmed he caught your attention, the man shifted his hand into a slight wave and your lips curved up into a smile.

“Hello,” you said with an answering wave. Had you gone out that night with the intention of picking up or being picked up by someone? No. Did that mean you were going to not take this chance to talk to a random hot guy and see what happened? Also no. After how things went down with your ex, if nothing else, it was a nice validation.

“Hi,” he started, “I’m –”

“Sorry, buddy. She’s spoken for,” came an altogether too familiar voice, quickly followed by the man to whom that annoyingly familiar voice belonged slipping himself between you and Mister Tall, Dark, and Dreamy. Looking pleased as punch as he turned his body sideways to force the other man to step further back or risk being bumped into.

Seungcheol.

If you had hackles, they would be raised straight up. “I am not,” you said through gritted teeth. Forcing your gaze away from the bane of your existence, you looked up at the other man. “Please ignore Seungcheol. His favorite pastime is being an ass.”

That earned you an arched eyebrow and an amused smirk from said ass.

Unfortunately, Tall, Dark, and Gorgeous was looking back and forth between you and Seungcheol, then shaking his head and holding his hands up. “No, it’s okay. I’ll let you two do…whatever this is.”

Then he was gone and you were glaring at Seungcheol. “Seriously?”

He grinned, turning his body back around so he was facing you. “I’ve gotta look out for my best friend’s girl, don’t I?”

“Your best friend’s ex-girl, actually, and considering you’ve never looked out for me a day in your life, this is a really odd time to start.”

“Haven’t I?” His expression was unreadable, then, and your brows pulled together, baffled by his words and his demeanor. At least until he shifted right back into obnoxious, making a point to look you up and down before shaking his head and returning his gaze to yours. “Anyway, you’ll always be his girl to me, unfortunately. On the rebound already, though, ouch,” he said with a tsk that you could see more than hear, and that made you want to claw his eyes out but hey. It was nothing new. “That didn’t take long at all, did it?”

”Despite your…personal – and questionable – experience with reality, the rest of us live in the world where James and I broke up. And since I’m at least waiting until that’s the case to ‘rebound,’ of the two of us, I think I’m morally in the clear here.”

“What?” It was his turn to look confused.

“What do you mean, what? He didn’t tell you why we broke up?”

Seungcheol straightened his spine and your attention shifted down to where his jaw was clenched before you forced it back up to meet his, inwardly recoiling at the ire there. If you didn’t know for a fact the man hated you, you could almost think he was angry on your behalf. “Obviously not. What happened?”

You did know him, though, and he had made it very clear over the last eight months how much he disliked you.

You had never figured out why or what you’d done to offend him so much in the first ten seconds of your meeting that prompted him to ice you out. To continue to be cold and dismissive of you despite your attempts to understand and get closer to him in an effort to make things less awkward for your boyfriend. After all, James had nothing but good things to say about his best friend. Warm, affectionate, funny, loyal, trustworthy, dependable, kind. Those were adjectives you’d heard used to describe Seungcheol hundreds of times during the course of your relationship with your ex, and yet you had never met that version of the man.

Still, you had tried and tried until you finally had enough one day and just asked him what the hell his problem was, only to be met with a scoff and a drawled, “What’s the matter, princess? Need everyone to like you? Can’t handle it when someone isn’t paying you attention, hm?”

Your indignant gasp and (admittedly and sadly) shrill, “Princess? Are you kidding me right now?” had earned you a sly smile and him stepping into your personal space, tucking stray hairs behind your ear and crooning at you.

“Or is it just that you want my attention? For me to like you?”

You had slapped his hand away and balled your hands into fists at your sides. “I don’t want anything to do with you,” you had hissed at him, flushed with anger and offense.

Some small part of you had whispered that actually, you had wanted him to like you and to pay attention to you – not in the way he was implying, of course. As objectively good looking as Seungcheol was (you could admit it to yourself and had even had an initial moment of, ‘Oh no, he’s hot,’ when James had first introduced the two of you), he was an ass and you were hopelessly infatuated with James. But because he was your boyfriend’s best friend and you had wanted him to fucking like you, which wasn’t a bad thing!

His attention. That was maybe a little less noble, but it was human nature to want what we couldn’t have and the more standoffish he had been, the more you had wanted him to turn his attention to you. If only to prove that you could have it and there wasn’t something wrong with you that warranted being treated like a Leper.

“Oh? My mistake.” Seungcheol had chuckled and you had watched his gaze sweep over you, then toward the front door, which you both heard opening at that moment. James had gone to get lunch and the sound indicated he must have returned. Seuncheol had taken a step back, then, and turned his loaded gaze to meet yours. “Maybe you should pay more attention to what your boyfriend is getting up to than whether or not I ask you how your day is and tell you that you look pretty.”

After that…well, screw him. If he wanted to act like an ice prince and for you to act like a bratty princess, fine. You could and you would and you did.

Back now in the present moment, you gave yourself a mental shake and shrugged your shoulders. “He’s your bestie. Ask him.”

He looked like he wanted to argue – of fucking course he wanted to argue; since that day you confronted him, every interaction between the two of you had devolved into an argument or bickering until someone (usually your now-ex) either separated you or changed the subject. Fortunately, any argument he wanted to make was interrupted by the bartender placing your drinks on the counter in front of you and you handing her your card.

You could feel Seungcheol’s eyes on you as you paid and made your way back into the crush of people.

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Disloyal Douchebag [1:02AM]: Did you tattle on me to Cheol?

Disloyal Douchebag [1:52AM]: Wtf

When you finally got your phone back the next morning, Lily having confiscated it at some point during the night, the missed calls (three of them) and texts from James simultaneously made you want to laugh and your brain hurt. Made that part of you who had cared enough to spend eight months with the man ache. He could reach out when he wanted to complain about you inadvertently outing him for being a cheater to his best friend, but not to apologize for being a cheater. It wasn’t as though Seungcheol knowing would change anything.

Bro code and all of that.

Ignoring the sting in your eyes, you blinked rapidly and got up to go about your day.

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The rest of the weekend flew by, courtesy of your friends, so determined to keep you busy and distracted, and the inevitable, unavoidable, never-ending responsibilities that every functional adult had to take care of during those two meager days off. 10PM on Sunday night found you letting out a relieved breath as you finally flopped down onto your bed, spread out on your back like a starfish.

You stared at the ceiling, mindlessly counting the silly glow-in-the-dark stars you’d put up in a fit of whimsy last month, an impulse purchase from the gift shop at the planetarium. James had flaked (of course), but his friend, Jeonghan, made sure you knew you were still invited and encouraged you to bring one of your friends, too. His laugh when you’d asked if Seungcheol was going and the amusement in Jeonghan’s voice when he offered reassurance that he would make sure the other man was on his best behavior still made you smile. Actually, one of the worst parts about this whole thing was how much you liked some of your ex’s friends and how, given the whole break-up thing and that they were his friends first, meant you doubted you would get to see them again.

Groaning, you rolled over onto your stomach and buried your face in the pillow beneath your head. You reached out a hand to turn the bedside lamp off then drew the covers over you, telling yourself as you started to drift off that you could just text those mutual friends that you wanted to keep. Maybe they wouldn’t want anything to do with you, maybe you and James would have to share “custody” in the split, or maybe they realized he was trash and you would get to keep them. A very teeny, tiny, possibly sort of petty and vindictive part of you maybe hoped for the latter.

You break my heart, I take your friends.

But mostly they were just really cool and it would suck to lose them, too.

Except Seungcheol. James could keep him.

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By the time you made it to the following Friday, you were unbelievably relieved for the week to be over but also incredibly, intolerably bored. All of your friends were busy and, if you had to stare at your walls any longer or watch one more minute of television, you were going to lose your mind. Add in the fact that work had been determined to drive you up a wall and/or run you ragged in the past week, and your ongoing angst regarding your ex (who was also clearly determined to drive you up a wall, considering his random calls you had to ignore and the voicemails he left that vacillated between remorseful, “please take me back,” and “I don’t see what the big deal is/you’re overreacting, come on already,”), your general stress level was what any rational human being would consider not good.

And okay, fine. You were also horny, which you chalked up to a) not being able to have sex regularly anymore and b) hormones that always messed with you this time of the month and hadn’t got the memo regarding point a.

So there you were.

Alone on your bed, with your laptop in-hand, scrolling through thumbnails of live streams on some website you’d never heard of before – SVT Hub. You weren’t normally one for watching cam shows but that night you were curious enough to see what it was about. At the very least, while you weren’t in the room with the man on the other end of the line, there seemed to be some level of added intimacy and connection as opposed to mindlessly watching the same old, pre-recorded porn.

The first thought you had when you saw coups_d_éhot was, “Holy beefy arms, Batman!” S.Coups, which was his name according to his profile, didn’t have his face shown in the thumbnail, nor was it visible when you clicked through into his streaming page to view the pictures he posted. All of them captured him from the neck down, showing off those truly distractingly strong arms, as well as several of his torso which was just – Jesus, you could definitely see the appeal of watching him get himself off. You were just looking at pictures of the man and you wanted to lick him. Or claw up his back, which he had oh-so-graciously shown in one of his photos.

His tendency to hide his face was something you noticed continued to be the case as you clicked into the live stream, just starting. Biting at your lower lip, you let your gaze sweep over what you could see of him, sitting in front of his computer in an executive chair, upper body encased in a black turtleneck. Upper body really doing an amazing job at filling out that turtleneck, the outline of his muscles teasing at the fabric.

And look, you totally understood him not showing his face for privacy reasons. You did. God knew, you couldn’t even do it with your face hidden. It did feel a little weird staring at and possibly getting off to a man whose image was cut off at the chin, though. Yes, he was a camboy and was on the site to be looked at and talked to and hopefully, for his and his audience’s pleasure, but he was literally being – visually and physically, at least – reduced to his body. Guilt gnawing at your insides, you almost backed out of the page, when he spoke. His voice, deep and smooth, caught and held your attention. Vaguely familiar, some small part of your brain registered, but quickly pushed aside in favor of focusing on what he was saying and the screen in front of you.

“I don’t know about you, but it’s been a really fucking long week for me,” he said and you could see the rise of his chest as he drew in a deep breath, then watched it fall again as he sighed.

He sat up straighter in the chair and his voice practically oozed empathy when he spoke again. “Yeah? I’m sorry you’ve had it rough, too.” Logically, you knew he was responding to someone in the chat, but he could have been speaking to you and you felt that genuine warmth like a caress. “We’ll just have to make sure we take extra good care of ourselves tonight, hm?”

Okay, so maybe you could stick around and watch a bit. Just to see. Dragging the cursor away from the back button, you let your hands fall to your lap.

“Why am I wearing a turtleneck in the middle of the summer?” You could hear the grin in his voice as he read the words and let out a soft laugh. “That’s a good question! You don’t miss anything, do you?”

Thank God someone asked because you were only wearing panties and an oversized shirt and were already warm. Looking at him, you felt even hotter on his behalf.

“I got a new tattoo and, well – should I show you?”

Yes, you thought, as the chat box filled with enthusiastic echoes of that same thought.

He tutted and your gaze caught on the back and forth movement of his chin. “You know better than that. Ask me nicely, baby,” he instructed, voice pitched even lower and okay, fuck. You weren’t sure if it was the petname or the sternness, but you felt yourself clench and knew damned well you weren’t going anywhere.

Yes, please, you typed into the chat.

Watching tips notifications pop up in the chat, along with a resounding textual chorus of ‘pleases,’ you held your breath. Anticipating.

“That’s better. So polite for me,” he practically purred. “Manners get rewarded, don’t they?” His hands appeared on screen then, dragging the turtleneck up with them, until he had pulled it over his head and tossed it somewhere off camera, leaving himself bare from the waist up and your mouth dry.

Pictures did not do this man justice. Well, they did, but not enough. You weren’t even sure where to focus your gaze, too busy letting it sweep over the flatness and fitness of his abs, the slightest trail of hair starting at his belly button and disappearing into the sweats he wore. Back up to his chest and catching at his nipples, dusky and tempting and, if you’d wanted to put your mouth on them before, now that they were live and his thumbs brushed against them, a soft hiss escaping from between lips you couldn’t see, the desire to taste him and earn more of those sounds was an ache.

The movement of his hands drew your attention then, your gaze avidly watching one dropping to his lap, palming himself through the cotton fabric of his pants, causing your breath to catch in your throat and you to squirm on your bed, until your peripheral caught sight of his other hand sliding across his chest to trace over the tattoo on his neck. Black a stark contrast against his skin, soft brushes of ink that shaped a feather? A bird’s wing? Whatever it was, it covered the left side of his neck from just above collarbone to just beneath his jaw and fuck, it was hot.

“Thank you,” came his rough voice and you watched his throat move around the words as he responded to people in the chat. “Got it last weekend. Mm, been wanting to for a while, m’glad you like it, baby.”

Like might have been an understatement, if anyone asked you, but you kept that to yourself, along with the other thirsty and completely inappropriate thoughts you were having about the man. S.Coups, you reminded yourself. That’s what he called himself.

If you ever gave any thought to what camming might consist of and/or the possibility of watching it before, you would have said the talking and shooting the shit was probably just a waste of time. A ploy to drive tips and prolong getting to the point, which was the sexy stuff, wasn’t it? The naked stuff. Watching and listening to S.Coups as he engaged with the viewers, though, you sort of got it. He was a stranger about to get off on camera but, in these interactions, he was charming and it made the whole experience seem less generic porn-y and more…intimate. Like – face hidden or not – he was a real person sharing this part of himself with you. All however many of you.

He chuckled, then, voice laced with amusement. “It makes me look like a bad boy? I have my moments. You and I know how much you like it when I’m bad, don’t we? Like it when I encourage you to be naughty with me.” He punctuated his words with a groan, the hand palming himself giving a squeeze and causing his hips to jerk upwards. “You gonna misbehave for me tonight, sweetheart?”

Well fuck.

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You woke the next morning to sunlight streaming in through the curtains and a familiar ringtone coming from your nightstand. Slapping your hand out to the side, you groggily grabbed your cell and looked at the screen, a sleepy grumble escaping from between your lips when you saw Jess’ name lighting up the screen, which reminded you that you had brunch plans with friends that morning.

Rolling over in bed, determined to ignore the call and knowing you could get at least another ten minutes in before one of your friends called again or just showed up at your door, you yelped when your stomach landed on something hard, and your eyes flew open on instinct. They narrowed when you spotted your laptop, first in that still-half-asleep-what-is-happening sense, then in perturb at the thing that would dare to interrupt your efforts to ignore the day and drift back into dreams. Delicious dreams of a man, sweaty, strong hand gripping your hip, dragging your ass back into his thrusts, other hand fisted in your hair just hard enough for you to feel the pull, his voice a low rasp of your name into your ear.

Fucking cooing that you “needed this, didn’t you?” and “I know, princess. Gonna give you what you need, fuck, just like that. There you go.” You had been on the cusp of coming when the sun decided to so rudely wake you up and your stupid laptop that didn’t even belong there just had to be there to be hit. Why the hell was your laptop on your bed anywa– Oh.

Right.

S.Coups. coups_d_éhot. The unfairly sexy camboy – camman? cam man? – who seemed to know exactly what to say and how to say it in order to leave you panting, writhing, making a mess of yourself and your sheets, until you were begging him in the goddamn chat to let you come. Tipping him. You had never paid for porn a day in your life, and yet. Apparently, you were dreaming about him, too? Jesus. Whoever he was in his real life, he knew exactly what he was doing on that stream and for the sake of your wallet (and peaceful sleep), you needed to stay away from said stream.

Sighing and giving up on your bonus sleep, you swiped the screen to answer, pulling the phone to your ear and stating, “I need twenty minutes.”

Jess laughed and her voice was laced with mirth when she responded. “I figured. I’ll swing by Starbucks on my way and see you in thirty, sleeping beauty!”

You loved your friends. You really did.

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Despite your best intentions and several very strongly worded lectures to yourself, you did not stay away from the cam site. You made it to Wednesday night before curiosity and the metaphorical devil on your shoulder had you pulling it back up, scrolling until you found coups_d_éhot, hesitating all of ten seconds before clicking through and onto his profile. He wasn’t streaming that day, but he did have older videos you could pay to watch, which you did.

That night, you got yourself off to his low, rough voice telling you exactly how to do so. Edging yourself again and again until you knew that, if he had been live – if he had been in your bed with you, teasing you and drawing it out so long, with that casual amusement, the knowing in his tone, his words – you would have been cursing him and pleading with him to let you come. To either let you finish yourself off or to give you his fingers, his mouth, his cock.

Your eyes were riveted on the grip of his hand on said cock, hard and long and thick, precome gathering at the head. The way his thumb brushed over the tip, drawing the liquid down his length. The low groan he emitted when he drizzled lube onto his dick, the squeeze he gave himself as he started pumping harder, faster.

You lied there in your own bed, biting back said curses and pleas that he would never hear, your fingers not nearly enough to sate you but when he finally threw his head back, jaw clenched, and growled at you that he was “Gonna come, fuck, you’re gonna take it all for me, aren’t you, baby? Every drop.” His voice was a rasp as he commanded you to, “Come now. Let me fucking feel you squeeze it out of me,” and you fell apart, cunt clenching around your fingers, a needy whine pushing its way past your lips because he came then and as you watched him spill come across his abdomen, you wanted him to be inside of you on the most visceral level.

Friday night, again. You went to bed with your body still tingling, his voice still echoing in your head, sated and sleepy.

The rest of the weekend and the next week didn’t afford much opportunity to indulge and really, you needed to not get completely caught up in some faceless, real nameless man on the internet being the source of your orgasms.

The following Saturday (technically Sunday morning), still tipsy and wired despite it being 2 o’clock in the morning, you decided to say, “Screw it,” and pulled up your favorite camboy’s latest video. The datestamp indicated it had been recorded earlier that night, while you and your friends were very enthusiastically and tragically singing pop’s greatest hits. Well, what you all thought the greatest hits were. God, he had the tattoo in that one. You might or might not have sent him a private message telling him he was your favorite — your only camboy, if you were being honest (which you were) — that he was stupid hot (even if he never showed his face, you just knew and he should know), he really did make you want to misbehave, and thanking him for orgasms. Lots of them. Including the one you had right before sending said message.

That you might have but might not have sent. Because you totally wouldn’t do that.

(Except you definitely did.)

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August was always hot and you were by no means a fan of the heat, but you did love the beach and there was no better time to be at the beach than when it was hot enough to bake you just standing outside for ten minutes. After finding parking – easier said than done, the whole ordeal taking you forty-five minutes and causing you to seriously consider just going home and calling an uber to bring you right back – you and Lily finally made your way toward the sand and water, your lips pulling into a happy smile as you watched the people milling about, and the way the waves continuously rolled into the shoreline.

This was your happy place.

You heard your name being called and turned your head toward it, spotting and waving back at Jess, slipping your arm through Lily’s and dragging her forward to meet up with your other friends, who had picked a spot earlier. You hugged Jess and Nari, giving their boyfriends a friendly smile in greeting before you and Lily set your towels down next to theirs and dropped down onto yours.

While everyone chatted or stripped down to their swimsuits, you pulled off your own shorts and t-shirt, tucking the items into your bag and started searching through the bag for your sunscreen. You found it and were able to put it on for the most part, calling over your shoulder as you finished up on your face, holding out the bottle of sunscreen to your side so Lily could grab it from you. “Hey, get my back for me? I can’t reach it.”

“Ask me nicely,” came the drawled response in a voice that definitely did not belong to any of your friends and, in fact, gave you an unfortunate flashback to when S.Coups told the viewers exactly that, causing a shiver to shoot down your spine at the same time you spun quickly around to confirm your worst fears.

Seungcheol was standing over you, backlit by the sun, arms crossed over his chest, and his forever infuriating smirk in place. Staring at you expectantly.

“I – What the hell are you doing here?” you hissed up at him, looking around for your friends and realizing that while you were busy covering yourself in SPF 100, half of them must have wandered into the water and the other half were several towels down, looking very interested in anything but your current predicament.

“That is not asking me nicely, princess.”

His words drew your attention back to him and you refused to think about the way what would normally only piss you off now managed to piss you off and somehow send a bolt of lust through you. Well. You were seriously never watching coups_d_éhot again. Clearly he broke something in you, if you were responding to Seungcheol like this. Or no. It’s not even about Seungcheol, you told yourself. You were reacting to echoes of the camboy’s words, so that is what turned you on. The words were the same and they just – Seungcheol had a similar voice to him, was all. Actually, when you thought about it, their voices were uncomfortably similar. Between that and the middle of the night thirsty private message your intoxicated brain thought would be a good idea to send, you had yet another reason to avoid watching S.Coups in the future.

You were determined to ignore the lingering horniness that was obviously because of someone not the man in front of you. Clearing your throat, you put on your most pleasant, innocent, and so overly-that-it-wasn’t-even-remotely-believable contrite expression as you squinted up at the man. “You’re right. I am so sorry, Seungcheol. Would you please tell me what the hell you’re doing here?”

“You are such a fucking brat,” he said, lips twitching.

You grit your teeth as you watched him reach behind his head and draw his shirt up and off, rolling it up and dropping it onto the sand next to you before he crouched down in front of you. He rested one forearm on his thigh and held the other hand out for the bottle of sunscreen, still in your hand. “Lily invited Jeonghan, Jeonghan invited me. It’s hot. I said yes. Give it to me, hm? Unless you want to burn…?”

Vaguely, you were aware of his words. Aware of the fact that you should be annoyed and offended by being called a brat. Instead, your focus tunneled, the sounds and colors and movements around you fading into the periphery. Crouching as he was, shirtless as he was, and close enough that you weren’t blinded by the sun behind him, you had an up close and personal view of his bare upper body. On even the best day, under the best of circumstances, it would be distracting. You had never seen him without a shirt and, although he was your least favorite (okay, second to least, since James held the top honors) person on the planet, the man was built. His fucking arms? His chest? His neck with horrifyingly familiar black ink. That hadn’t been there before. You would’ve noticed. Wouldn’t you?

No, you would’ve. Definitely.

You forced your gaze away from the tattoo, letting it sweep over his torso again, then his jawline. No. No no no. Widened eyes stared at the feather design, starting at that same spot just above that same clavicle, ending in that same spot beneath that same jaw. You drew in a sharp breath as the realization that Seungcheol was S.Coups hit you. You hated this man and he hated you but you’d seen him naked and watched him pump his cock in his fist, heard him say the sexiest, filthiest things, while you fucked yourself to climax on the other side of the screen. Multiple times.

You had sent him a message – you had told him –

Oh fuck. Fuck.

“Careful, princess,” he tutted, moving closer and grabbing the sunscreen from your outstretched hand, leaning his face into your view and arching a brow at you. “Keep looking at me like that, I’ll start to think you like me and all the attitude has just been you trying to hide how much.”

Well that was a reality check, tearing you out of your thoughts and back into the moment. You jerked your hand back, glaring at him and trying your best to ignore the flush you could feel covering your skin. Trying to ignore how close he was and to not let your gaze keep dropping to his neck or his torso. Trying to pretend you hadn’t seen this man naked. Mortified, furious, and appalled. At least he didn’t realize you knew about his…nighttime activities.

“Like you? I do not –” you started, before realizing how loud you were being and pressing your lips together, then continuing much more quietly. “Maybe I just like your tattoo. It’s new?”

His gaze slipped from yours and toward where the tattoo was, not that he could see it, then he cocked his head to the side and you did not like the interest with which he looked at you. “Ah, right. That must be it. We’ll just pretend that’s the only place you were looking.”

You were going to hit him. You just were. The patronizing jackass.

Or you were going to die of discomfort and say something to somehow out yourself as one of his – fuck, one of his viewers. What you needed to do was put space between the two of you so you could wrap your head around this development and then never think about it again.

“I’m going in the water,” you said, pushing yourself away from Seungcheol and to your feet.

“You realize I haven’t put the sunscreen on you yet, right?”

“I don’t even care.”

“Sit down.”

“No.”

The way he clenched his jaw actually gave you a thrill that you refused to think about too closely. Instead, you flashed him an overly bright smile and turned away, ignoring the curses you heard him making under his breath or him calling your name.

You were able to avoid him most of the time there, making sure to be in the water when he was on the shore or on the shore when he made his way into the water. What you could not avoid was his gaze. That, you felt on you throughout the day and caught on you several times. The problem was you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him or looking for him, needing to be aware of where he was at all times in order to avoid having to talk to him and give him the opportunity to question you or fluster you. Because you were really fucking flustered already and were having a very hard time compartmentalizing. A task that was made even harder every time you looked at him, caught him staring at you, studying you, his goddamned eyebrow lifted and a smirk turning up the corner of his lips.

The thing was, you knew he didn’t know you had seen his…performances. There was just no way. You had watched him as a guest the first time and then used some super generic screenname to buy access to the videos and to message him from. As long as you – for real, this time – never went back to the site and never actually told him you saw him on there, it would be fine. If you could avoid ever seeing him or running into him again at all, even better!

From the looks Lily and Jeonghan kept exchanging and their not actually all that sneaky touches, though, you were definitely going to be in the same place at the same time with him again at some point. This was what happened when you got greedy and asked the universe to let you keep your ex’s friends. They started dating your friends.

A nudge to your arm dragged your attention away from the blossoming couple – or more accurately, Seungcheol’s back, where he was standing next to the blossoming couple – to the knowing grin Nari was giving you. “I thought you hated him,” she said.

“I do hate him,” you argued. “And he hates me.”

“Is that why you’re blushing?”

“Blush- I’m- I’m not blushing!” You sputtered, hands flying up to your face to cover your cheeks, cringing when you felt the heat there.

Her smile widened and she laughed, holding her palms up in front of her. “Okay, okay! For the record, though, you guys are both being extra weird today. And you spend a lot of time staring at each other for two people that supposedly hate one another.”

Sighing, you crossed your arms over your chest and eyed your friend warily. You wanted to explain but despite the enmity between you and Seungcheol, he clearly tried to conceal his identity during the streams, and you weren’t going to be the asshole who exposed him. “It’s…complicated,” you settled on.

When she responded with, “Mmhm, I bet it is,” you rolled your eyes affectionately and gave your friend a soft shove toward the coolers.

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As you settled yourself in bed that night, you turned off the lights and were plugging your phone into the bedside charger when a notification banner popped up on your screen, indicating you had a new email. Expecting the email to be a quick ‘send it to the trash’ type thing, as was usually the case when they came through at this time of night, you clicked through intending to do just that. Your eyes scanned the body of the message and you felt your breath catch when you realized it was SVTHub telling you that you had a new private message from coups_d_éhot.

Shit.

On the one hand, it was really nice that he took the time to reply to people who messaged him. Which – his whole persona as S.Coups was so different from the version of him you knew personally that the resulting cognitive dissonance made your brain error. It was weird and wrong and yet, so much more like the man everyone else described him as that it was also kind of infuriating. Even strangers on the internet got to meet thoughtful, warm Seungcheol! Apparently, you were the only person on the planet who didn’t.

On the other goddamn hand, his response meant Seungcheol had read your thirsty DM. Thank God he didn’t know you were, well, you.

You weren’t going to read his response. You weren’t. You told yourself exactly that even as you clicked on the link in the email that would take you to the message on the website.

[coups_d_éhot] to [princess_peach] 10:43pm:

Thank you for the sweet message, princess. I’m honored to be your favorite (only) camboy and love to hear you’ve been able to make yourself feel so good while watching me. ;) Don’t be a stranger in the chats. Tell me what you need and share those orgasms with me.

Reading that was a mistake. Squeezing your eyes shut, you did your best to ignore the flush creeping across your cheeks and down your neck. Seungcheol didn’t know he was talking to you but you sure as hell did and the idea of sharing your orgasms with him filled you with a warmth you weren’t going to acknowledge. You bit at your bottom lip, weighing out whether it would be worse to reply and then disappear forever or just ignore the message.

The guilt gnawing at your insides had your fingers moving to the keys, trying to type up something that would allow you to gracefully exit stage left while also acknowledging him and not leaving the guy on read.

[princess_peach] to [coups_d_éhot] 11:05 pm:

As appealing as that sounds, I don’t think I’m comfortable sharing my orgasms with you AND the rest of the chat haha. Thanks for getting back to me and not treating me like a giant weirdo for watching and messaging a stranger!

There. That was a totally reasonable response! You were about to close the screen and log-out when another message popped up.

[coups_d_éhot] to [princess_peach] 11:06pm:

You’re cute. Shy, huh? I get that. Tell you what, peach. If you ever want all of my attention to yourself and to share with ONLY me, let me know. I don’t usually do private streams, but I have before, and you and I could talk about what that may look like.

Your next inhale was sharp, eyes staring at the words on the screen as you squirmed in your bed. A private stream? You forced your eyes shut and quickly closed the tab, then shoved your phone face down on your nightstand. That you considered it for even a second was inexcusable and, frankly, bewildering. He wasn’t just some nameless, faceless, random man on the internet. He was your ex-boyfriend’s best friend! He was the bane of your existence! You were his best friend’s ex-girlfriend and he couldn’t stand you.

If Seungcheol knew it was you on the other end of his messages, he would be horrified. And probably kill you. At the very least, he would go out of his way to be even more of a pain in your ass. So no. You were going to erase this whole thing from your awareness and pretend it never happened.

Starting now.

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You ran into your ex at the store on Wednesday and found yourself floundering. James had been there with the woman he had cheated on you with, even, something you had hoped to avoid ever having to encounter in person. Feeling frustrated and a little brittle, hurt and angry – with him, with yourself for still caring and allowing yourself to be affected by him, you needed to do something. In your defense, you had called your friends first and they had been able to talk you down from that something being completely impulsive and excessive.

Idea number one had been to pack a bag, get on a plane, and move to Boston, Augustana style. If you didn’t love Lily as much as you did, and know she loved you just as much, her laughter as she shot down that plan would have had you pushing back more. Idea two was to swear off men entirely, for the rest of forever, which you thought was pretty reasonable, all things considered. Jess and Nari reminded you of all the things you actually really loved about men, though – at least, men not James – and they had a point. Lots of guys were not cheating douchebags and there was no way you would give up forever all the stuff that came with dating them.

So fine.

You made plans with them to meet up over the weekend and hung up the phone, feeling better. Mostly. The old saying that the best way to get over a guy is to get under another guy snuck up into your awareness and wouldn’t leave, and at this point, you were starting to seriously consider the strategy.

Which left you with two options: tinder or getting gussied up, going out, and trying to pick a guy up. Tinder was a goddamn nightmare and a curse upon every single woman in the universe, however. It would also involve you then having to still get gussied up to meet them and presumably sleep with them. And even if you found someone on there, or if you put in the effort to go out to find someone the old-fashioned way (which, really, going out by yourself to a club or bar sounded awful), there was zero guarantee the guy could get you off.

Okay, option three was to table options one and two for now, possibly revisit option two over the weekend when you and your friends went out, and just focus on orgasms. Partnered and yet…not. Your fingers were still curled around your phone and you tightened your grip, drawing in a deep breath. You tried to tell yourself that messaging Seungcheol back, asking him what exactly was required for and what was the expectation for private streaming, was not an option.

It wasn’t quite as rife with the potential for life-altering consequences as an impulsive move, but it was a very bad idea.

First and foremost, Seungcheol didn’t know you were princess_peach but that did not mean he wouldn’t find out, especially if you did things to single yourself out from his other viewers and put yourself into a one-on-one virtual situation with him. You hoped and would assume the site protected the names and other private data of viewers as well as performers, but assuming had made an ass of you many times. Even if that was protected, and even if you did your best not to say anything that would give you away, it wasn’t a guarantee he wouldn’t find out you were you.

Secondly, if he found out, you could honestly make the argument at this point that you hadn’t known he was S.Coups when you watched him and got off on doing so. Despite the fact that he hid his face and didn’t use his real name, there was always the risk of someone he knew stumbling upon him – it just so happened to be you in this case. If you messaged him now, arranged for him to share a private stream with you, to put on a show for you while you chatted with him and touched yourself to the sight and the sounds of him, you would be doing so knowing who he was, purposefully hiding your identity and withholding that same knowledge from him. At the very least, it seemed like a violation of…fairness? If he found out afterwards, he would be pissed and you wouldn’t have a leg to stand on because you knew it was wrong.

Also, you reminded yourself, I can’t stand the man, so why am I even considering this?

Because, the fact of the matter was, that he was different when he was acting as S.Coups. He – and you would only admit this to yourself – was always hot, but when he wasn’t actively being an ass or doing his best to get under your skin, he was also not the worst. Fine. He was actually very attractive in more than the physical sense. That’s as much as you were willing to give.

Maybe you would message him and he would say, ‘Sorry, that’s not an option anymore, but here’s some other streamers I can recommend if you’re into that!” and all of this would be a moot point.

[princess_peach] to [coups_d_éhot] 8:34pm:

Hi! Is talking about a private stream still on the table? If not, I totally understand. I’m sorry I didn’t reply earlier. I wasn’t really sure how to respond but I’m definitely interested.

That was not a lie.

[coups_d_éhot] to [princess_peach] 9:16pm:

There’s my shy girl. It’s on the table, yeah. Why don’t I send you a sheet I drew up that explains how it works? You can take a look at it and tell me if it’s something you’d like to move forward with.

[princess_peach] to [coups_d_éhot] 9:24pm:

Your shy girl, huh? I know I claimed you as my favorite but I didn’t realize the claiming went both ways. Noted. ;) And yes, please. I’ll take a look and get back to you asap.

Jesus Christ, you were flirting with him now.

[coups_d_éhot] to [princess_peach] 9:27pm:

I think we both know I don’t share well, don’t we, princess? You’ve seen my shows. If we’re going one-on-one and getting to know each other that well, you’re definitely gonna be mine. File is attached, so read it and let me know. [attached: 1 document]

Jesus Fucking Christ, you were flirting with him, he was flirting with you, and you liked it.

The shiver that went through you, the wave of heat you felt reading his cocky, possessive words, should probably be a sign you were heading into a danger zone and the last thing you should do was to go through with this. Probably should but if it was, you ignored it in favor of scanning through the document he’d sent, already knowing you were going to agree. It was just a transaction. He did this with other people, too, so it was fine. Totally fine! You were just another, uh, customer. Seeing the cost of a private session, your eyes nearly bugged out of your head, but it wasn’t like it would bankrupt you and you were all-in on this questionable decision-making now.

You messaged him back, agreeing to the terms and the cost, signing the form he sent over confirming such and giving SVTHub permission to charge your card upon initiation of the private stream, and establishing a day/time for said stream. Tomorrow night at 8pm. For one hour, S.Coups – Seungcheol – would be all yours.

Hand to God, if he ever found out you did this, you were going to flee to Boston. Or Antarctica. Somewhere you never had to face him or anyone who knew the both of you again.

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