#♡ seungcheol

[junhui-recs]

i already know im gonna hit the tag limit so here i am talking in the reblogs about why you make me incredibly feral and emotionally unwell and then i am going to cry in the tags so buckle up bff this is gonna be a ride im annotating this like a mf ive got my color coded sticky notes and highlighters and papermate flair pens at the ready

WHY. WHAT POSSESSED YOU TO WRITE THIS I AM DEVASTATED WHO HURTY OU

what the fuck. what the fuck m goinf to cry what the fukc. he is so. ARGAHGJK BAKRK JBKHSKFAKJAA

listen i dont condone miscommunication but this trope FUCKS

I AM LITERALLY PUNCHING HOLES IN MY WALL RIGHT NOW PLEASE DEAR GOD I NEED HELP I CANT DO THIS

IM SCREAMING IN AGONY IM WAILING IM SUFFERING I CANT LIVE LIKE THIS ANYMORE

All Through The Night Prequel

Requested by: an anon

Summary: Seungcheol finds you, his roommate, curled up and half asleep in your favorite living room chair. You haven’t slept well in days, but Cheol thinks he’s found something that can help you. Him.

Rating: T | Word Count: 1.3k

Notes: insomnia, some tears, hurt/comfort, roommate au, gn reader, petnames

AN: written as prequel to All Through The Night but can be read as a standalone!

Seungcheol stumbles down the hall, eyes bleary and pajamas skewed, to grab a glass of water. He rubs his palm down his face, pushes his messy hair back, and makes it all the way to the kitchen before he sees you, curled up in a chair with your chin on your knees. 

Your gaze looks empty, your skin dull, under eyes puffy with lack of sleep. 

For the last week, he’d thought something might be wrong with you, and now he knows. 

You’ve struggled with insomnia as long as Seungcheol has known you. 

Sometimes, it’s not so bad, just a couple nights a week where you can’t fall asleep, and you’re a bit more tired than normal but you can still function. 

He didn’t see one of the bad times until you moved into the room left vacant when Joshua went to live with his partner. Jeonghan was still living with him, and you’d been apprehensive about living with the both of them at first, but warmed up quickly when you saw how they bickered like an old married couple.

You’d been so vibrant when you first moved in, cooking with them and playing games of hot lava and teaching Cheol to french braid when Jeonghan’s hair got long enough. He’d fallen for you quickly, over days and nights and mornings with you. 

You’d faded though, slowly but surely. Started spending more time in your room, eating less, dancing less, declining invitations to games and clubs and hangouts with friends.

It took him a while to notice, he hates to admit. 

He finally realized something was seriously wrong when he found you one night, curled up on the chair like you are now, tears streaming from your absent, exhausted eyes. 

He’d whispered your name, called it louder when you didn’t respond, and eventually made his way over to the chair, crouching in front of you and leaning in to catch your eyes. 

It was like you were staring straight through him, seeing but not looking, and it had made his blood run cold, made his heart stutter in his chest and his brows furrow, his hands come up to hold yours. 

You were freezing, skin cool to the touch, and Cheol had rubbed your fingers between his palms, trying to get your blood pumping again. That was what woke you up, what brought you back, and you’d stared down at him, confusion and exhaustion evident. 

“How long have you been out here, baby?” Seungcheol asked you gently. 

You shook your head slowly, blinking sluggishly, “I’m not sure. What time is it now?”

Your voice had sounded scratchy, thin, and his jaw clenched in concern before he answered, “It’s quarter after four, sweetheart.”

Brows raised, you pursed your lips, let slip a surprised oh. 

“When did you get up?” he questioned apprehensively, dreading the answer. 

Your eyes drifted to the side, lashes fluttering as you try to remember, “Maybe midnight?”

You’ve been sitting out here, in the dark, cold living room, alone, for four hours? And he was just, what, sleeping peacefully? No. That doesn’t work for him. 

“How long has this been going on?” Cheol inquired, shoulders tensed up next to his ears as he waited for you to respond. 

“A couple weeks,” you’d breathed out in a small voice, thready like you might really cry, and Seungcheol settled on the floor, folded his legs, and reached up to tug you out of the chair and into his lap. 

You went willingly, your limbs clumsy and full of static, and rested your head on his shoulder heavily. He could feel you blinking into his skin, and the way you'd folded into yourself made you seem so small, Cheol thought he could feel his heart start to split. 

He’d hated himself for not seeing it, not seeing what was going on with you, and when you fell asleep in his arms, body like lead against him, he stood slowly and carried you to your room.

He’d tucked you in and turned to leave, but you still looked cold, and sleepy, and sad, and he couldn’t stop himself from climbing in next to you, shuffling onto your duvet and carefully draping an arm over you, staring at your sleeping face until he joined you. 

Just before he fell asleep, Seungcheol promised himself he’d never let you go through this alone again. 

He abandons his original goal, water instantly forgotten as he speeds over on light feet to kneel in front of you. You don’t notice him, don’t move at all, just keep staring into the distance and breathing shallowly. It reminds him so much of the first time he’d found you like this, and his heart clenches in fear. 

“When’d you get up, sweetheart?” Seungcheol asks quietly. 

Your eyebrows pinch when your eyes find him, probably wondering when he’d appeared, and he sends you an encouraging smile, waiting patiently for you to find your words. 

“Not long ago, I think,” you respond, your voice hollow, tired eyes attempting to hold his gaze. 

He nods, wraps his hands around your ankles, rubs his thumbs over your cold skin, “And when was the last time you slept the whole night?” 

You blink at him, contemplating the last few weeks, responding, “Last Friday.”

“Baby, it’s Tuesday,” Cheol frowns, “Don’t you remember me telling you to let me know if you couldn’t sleep?” 

“I didn’t wanna bother you, you’ve been stressed too,” you whisper, hiding the lower half of your face in your knees and staring at him with big watery eyes. 

Well now he can’t get mad at you, Seungcheol grumbles in his mind. 

“From now on, even if I’m stressed or dealing with my own stuff, tell me,” he says, consciously softening his face and voice, “I always wanna know, okay?”

You nod slowly, pulling away from your knees enough to smile at him, just a sleepy little quirk of your lips, but a smile all the same. 

Seungcheol grins back, squeezes your ankles with his hands and starts tugging your legs down, unfolding you and standing to pull you up into his arms. He hugs you for a while, hums until you relax against him, waits until you find your feet and stand on his slippers, and frog marches you back to your room. 

He helps you climb into your bed, fluffing your pillow before your head drops down onto it, lifting the sheet and letting it float down on top of you just to see your tiny grin again. He’s just finished tucking you in, making sure you’re snug and warm and safe, when your fingers catch the sleeve of his pajamas. 

Cheol looks up to you, watches your half lidded eyes blink lethargically, waits for you to find your voice. 

Your mouth opens before your lips purse nervously, and Cheol wonders what’s wrong, vehemently hopes it’s something he can fix, before you whisper, “Will you stay?”

He takes in a deep breath, gaze wandering over your face, and nods. 

He slides into your bed next to you, under the sheets this time, and settles on his back, feeling your warmth next to him and staring up at your ceiling. Seungcheol doesn’t want to overstep or be overbearing, and tries to keep a respectable distance, no matter how much he wants to bundle you up in his arms, but you wiggle closer and closer, so he closes the gap, laying an arm out for you to snuggle under. 

You rub your face on his chest, throw your arm over his stomach and your leg over his, and immediately sink into sleep. Cheol can feel your breathing deepen, feel your lungs expand against the arm he has curled around you, and sighs in relief. 

Huh. Seungcheol guesses it was something he could fix. 

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[seungkw1]

white t-shirt — csc

💿🎧 white t-shirt - jonghyun 🎶🤍

♡ pairing: bf!seungcheol x afab!reader ♡ theme: smut [18+ mdni], pwp ♡ wc: 2.3k ♡ warnings: dom!cheol, sub!reader, size kink, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex (stay safe y’all), nipple play, creampie, dacryphilia, sexting, brief wrist pinning (f. receiving), gendered petnames (good girl, babygirl) ♡ a/n: i went insane no fewer than 15 times while writing this. hope u enjoy <3

1:32am

You didn't mean to rile up your boyfriend when you sent him that picture. 

It was late at night. You should've been asleep already, but the bed felt empty without him. Seungcheol had only been gone for a few days, off on a trip with the boys, but you missed him. Normally, you spend your nights trying to escape from his immense body heat - an impossible task, as he insists on clinging onto you, wrapping his strong arms around you, holding you tight against him as he drifts off to sleep. But you're having a hard time sleeping without his touch. 

It's only one more night, you remind yourself. He'll be back tomorrow. But it isn't helping. 

So in his absence, you do the next best thing you can: put on one of his t-shirts. 

The shirt is thin, a simple plain white tee, buttery soft, and most importantly - it feels like him. You plop back into bed, cozying up under the sheets, ready to sleep. However, his scent against your skin is arousing, and you find yourself longing for him even more. Your hand leisurely slips downward, resting between your inner thighs. The coolness of your skin contrasts with the heat radiating from between your legs. You try to resist, but your fingertips drift toward your core. They arrive at the delicate fabric of your underwear, just barely grazing over your clothed slit. You inhale sharply - you knew you were wet, but the sticky spot that has formed reveals just how fucking much you need him right now. Your middle finger ever so slightly presses against your clit, your other hand moving to your breasts, lightly pinching your hardening nipples through your borrowed shirt. You let out a quiet whimper. As turned on as you are, you'd love to get yourself off, but you don't want to do it yourself. You want Seungcheol here, touching you, worshiping your body with his fingers, his mouth, his tongue. You feel your cunt throb at the mere thought of him. 

You sigh. Rolling over, you reach to grab your phone. You didn't want to bother him too much while he was with his friends, but your neediness is winning right now. 

You open up your messages. You click the top thread, labeled “Cheollie ❤️”, and open up the selfie camera. It's dark, but the moonlight seeping through the curtains illuminates you just enough. You position the phone above you, placing your body in full view. Your nipples poke through the thin, sheer fabric, showing off your tits nicely. You lift the shirt up slightly, revealing your tummy, but also displaying the visible wet spot spreading on your panties. Perfect. 

The screen flashes as you hit the shutter button. You type out a quick message.

missing you babe 😘

You hit send. You don't even know if he's even awake at this point, but almost immediately the typing bubble pops up. He types for a good minute, then the typing stops. But no message. You wait, staring at the screen, another minute passing before he starts typing again. Finally, a response. 

you can't just send me a picture like that out of nowhere. look what you've done.

His message is followed by a slightly blurry photo: him, in the bathroom mirror, pants hastily unbuttoned and boxers shoved aside, his thick cock fully erect. 

Another message follows. 

we were in the middle of a game. i had to run off and hide because of you. 

You grin, pleased with yourself. You wanted to tease your boyfriend, make him excited to come home to you. Instead, you've made him incredibly horny - and you want to see just how far you can push him. 

i take it you like the pic then? ;)

brat. i saw how wet you are. you need me that bad babygirl? so desperate for my cock that you can't even wait til i'm home tomorrow?

i need you babe, i wanna cum so bad 

don’t you dare, love. wait for me. 

i’ll be waiting ❤️

good. no touching yourself. only i’m allowed to make you cum.

You say goodnight, then and roll over - but you're certainly not sleepy now. Your mind wanders, thinking of your boyfriend, fantasizing about how good he's going to fuck you tomorrow. 

You pull up your phone one last time to check the time, calculating the hours until he’ll be back - far too many. 

It's going to be a long night. 

—

3:34pm

Your eyes are glued to the little gray circle with a C on it as it gets closer and closer to your apartment on the map. Cheol is almost home. 

Thank fuck. If you have to wait any longer, you’re simply going to explode. 

You reread the text he sent you earlier in the day:

omw home baby, i'll be there in a couple hours. wait in bed for me, wear the same thing as last night.

So here you are, laying on the bed, in nothing but his t-shirt and your underwear, which you can already feel getting wet again. You've been obedient, ignoring every urge in your body to touch yourself - but that's only made you even hornier. 

Finally, you hear the jingle of keys as the front door unlocks. You hear your boyfriend enter, taking off his shoes and setting down his things. Then - footsteps, growing louder as he approaches the bedroom. He slowly pushes the slightly-ajar door, standing in the doorway and taking in the sight of you, nearly naked, waiting for him in bed - just like he told you to. He gazes down at you, practically licking his lips, his eyes brimming with desire. You give him your best doe eyes as he saunters toward the bed. 

“Such a good girl for me, doing exactly as I told you,” he praises as he takes your face in one hand, rubbing your cheek gently. You say nothing, but tug at his arms, trying to pull him onto the bed - but he resists, standing tall as he stares lustfully into your eyes.  

“Oh, but you're still in trouble for what you did to me last night.”

You bite your lip as you grin, beaming at how much you managed to provoke him with only a single suggestive photo. Before he can stop you, you slip your hand onto the thick bulge in his sweatpants. He groans as you stroke his cock through his clothes; he lets you do so a few more times, savoring the sensation, before grabbing you by the wrist - pinning you to the bed as he climbs on top of you. He interlaces his fingers with yours as he holds you down, locking lips with you as he kisses you with aching necessity. His soft, plush lips tug at yours as he places his weight on you, pressing his hardened cock into your core. You cry out as his erection rubs gently against your clit, giving you the stimulation you've been craving. 

“Cheol,” you moan under your breath. “Missed you so much.”

He kisses your neck, humming in your ear. “I know, baby.”

His lips trail down your neck, sucking tenderly at your skin, until he reaches your breasts. He takes one in each hand, squeezing them as his thumbs repeatedly brush against your perked nipples. He positions his mouth right above one of them - you feel the warmth of his breath before he latches on, sucking gently on the bud through the thin t-shirt. You moan softly as his tongue creates a wet spot upon the fabric, making your nipple even more visible. He rubs the first nipple again as his mouth moves to your other boob, sucking more intensely as you begin to wriggle underneath him. He takes his time, going back and forth between each bud. 

“Cheollie,” you whine, “gonna cum already if you keep doing that.”

His mouth pops as he unlatches, glancing up at you amorously and giving you a sly grin. You are putty in his hands at the slightest touch - and it turns him on so badly. 

He tugs at the shirt - you lift your body off the bed, allowing him to pull it off of you. Throwing it aside hastily, he returns to your now-bare tits, kissing and licking them some more before his lips continue down your body, planting deep kisses on your stomach. He arrives at your cunt, situating himself comfortably between your legs, ready to devour you. His tongue licks a fat stripe over the growing wet spot on your underwear, the lightest of touch causing your back to arch slightly. He sucks on your clit through the fabric a few times before he grabs your underwear, pulling them off of you hastily, your soaked cunt now exposed and ready for him to eat.

He wraps his arms around your thighs as his tongue meets your pussy, licking up and down your folds. You whimper as he swirls around your clit, kissing and softly sucking on the sensitive bud. He slips his tongue into your cunt, pushing its way into your hole - his nose pressing deliciously against your clit as he tastes all of you, the vibrations from his moans making you see stars. You place your hand on his head, running your fingers through his hair as he goes down on you, your grasp growing stronger the more intensely his tongue works against your cunt. As you pull his hair he begins to grind into the mattress, needing relief from how painfully hard he’s become. He worships your pussy, eating you out as if it was his last meal on earth, savoring every drop of your juices as you writhe under him, overwhelming pleasure pulsing through your entire body. 

“Cheollie, ‘m gonna cum.”

He removes his face from your cunt, taunting you with his lips hovering just above your clit. You lift your hips, trying to put your pussy back in his mouth, but instead he slips two fingers into you. You cry out as he curls his fingertips upward, reaching your g-spot with ease. He keeps pressing the sweet spot as he slides in and out of you, his thick fingers stretching you out as he fucks you.

Not as much as his cock is going to stretch you out, your subconscious reminds you. 

“Please,” you whine, looking down at him, “need your mouth on me.”

He glances up at you, his big brown eyes meeting yours, drunk with lust. 

“Beg for it.”

“Please baby.”

“Please what?”

“Please make me cum.”

He smirks at the sight of you, tears welling in your eyes as you plead desperately for his touch. 

“My baby’s so pretty like this,” he coos, his bottom lip brushing lightly against your pulsating bud. 

You yelp as he dives back into you, his mouth latching onto your clit as his hand increases its pace, his other hand pressing against your tummy. Any remaining thoughts in your head vanish - your mind overtaken by pleasure, overtaken by him. You scream his name out as the white-hot sensation in your stomach builds, your body starting to tremble as your orgasm takes over. Seungcheol continues sucking your throbbing bud as you cum on his fingers, shaking from the powerful rush of dopamine exploding through your body. You’ve never cum this fucking hard in your life. 

You haven’t even caught your breath by the time he crawls up on top of you, his cock lined up with your entrance. You moan as he slides the head inside, your drenched walls stretching around his size. He slowly begins to thrust into you, filling you up, your pussy taking his entire length with each stroke. His body presses against yours as he buries his head into your neck, his cock pumping into you, fucking you deeper with each stroke. He groans as you tighten around him, his voice low and gravelly in your ear as his orgasm draws nearer.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, “pussy so perfect for me, fuuuck…”

Tears stream down the side of your face as you take his cock. Your nails dig into his back as you cling to him - sending him over the edge.

“Please,” you beg, “cum inside me."

“Oh god,” he moans, his body beginning to tremble as he bucks his hips into you. “I’m cumming baby…”

His cock throbs in your cunt as he releases. You whimper as he fills your pussy up, his hot ropes shooting up into you. He slows his pace, coming to a stop as he comes down, his still-twitching cock resting inside you. His lips tenderly suck at the delicate skin on your neck as you wrap your arms around his broad torso, squeezing his body into yours as tightly as you can. Eventually, he lifts his head, his face meeting yours with a kiss on the lips. He gazes at you, enamored. You lay there, breathing deeply together as you recover from your highs.

Seungcheol strokes your hair softly. “God I missed you.”

“Don't leave me ever again,” you pout playfully. 

“I can’t,” he replies, shaking his head. “Not if you’re gonna send me pictures like that. I nearly came in my pants.”

You grin lazily at him, head still spinning from your orgasm. “I’m taking that as a compliment.”

Cheol kisses you again, cradling your face in his hand. He grabs onto you as he rolls over, pulling you on top of him. You feel his cum dripping out of you, spilling onto his still-erect cock. He grabs you by the hips, pulling you toward his face. 

“C’mere,” he instructs, licking his lips at the sight of you about to straddle his face. “I'm not done with you yet.”

—

[hanbinniesmango]

HHU reaction to being called pretty by their lover

kyy note//: i barely have anything on my mind to write and im not getting no motiv so please give me mercy 😞😞

seungcheol: you both have been watching a movie for some time now, chilling on the couch. you’re lying on his lap with a blanket atop you while he strokes you hair and looks up upon the tvs motions. you start to stare at him, being entranced by your boyfriends beauty. his jawline, his big, pretty, doe eyes blinking softly every now and then. the way he’s built gives you butterflies, it reminds you of all the times he’s picked you up and held you all types of ways. a smile reaches your face. he looks down at you and see you smiling and tilts his head a bit. “what’s got you all smiley, baby?” he says with a slight laugh. “cheolie, you’re so pretty,” you say with a sigh. “it’s almost unfair.” he smiles a bit his cheeks warming up some. “me? pretty?” he says after looking around a bit with fake confusion. you lean up out of your position and giggle. “yes you dork.” you say before you pull him into a sweet kiss, your hands caressing his face as you both share the kiss. you smile before you pull away, opening your eyes to him trying to chase your lips. he forms a pout with his lips and frowns then chuckles. “let your pretty boy kiss you more.” he says before pulling you back in for another sappy kiss.

wonwoo: you guys are playing your favorite game together on nintendo and are taking turns on one whole console. you said whoever loses this round has to clean the dishes and it sure as hell won’t be you. you feel you did great in your run in the game and you gave the console back to wonwoo, feeling confident. it’s about 1 minute into wonwoo’s run and he’s looking a bit too concentrated, and his score is getting higher by the second. shit, you can’t let him win. luckily you have a bit of tricks up your sleeve and you’re not afraid to use them. you reach over to him and blow in his ear, not gaining a reaction from him. you roll your eyes. you’re gonna have to do more than that. you climb onto his lap and straddle him. he looks up and you with a confused look before you start eyeing his neck. luckily you know where his sweet spots are! you lean in and place open mouthed kisses on his sweet spot, him groaning out and looking up at you. “what do you think you’re doing…” he says lowly. “im sorry you’re just so pretty won!” you say with a smirk. he tilts his head at you and smiles. you lean in and kiss him, murmuring, ‘pretty boy’ against his lips. he groans louder against your lips at the name before you pull away and giggle. you look down at the game before he can, laughing out a little, “oopsie!” “what do you mean—i can’t believe you.” you both look down again and see a game over screen that also says player 1 wins! “those dishes are waiting for you won!” you say as you leave his lap and rush out of the room.

mingyu: you wake up to something smelling really good, your instinct making you follow the smell. it leads you to the kitchen where mingyu is by the stove cooking. his tall figure in a little pink apron saying ‘kiss the cook’, and a cute pink bow that you put in his hair earlier that day. how adorable he looked. you waddled up to him with a smirk and wrapped your arms around his waist in a back hug. “goodmorning babe,” he says to you sweetly. “im making dinner for us!” he looks over to you with a smile on his face. “goodmorning pretty boy,” you say with a smile. for some reason the gears turn in his head. the praise getting to his head. “you look too cute in your little apron and bow.” you smirk before smacking his butt and walking away. he yelps and blushes hard. he feels really speechless after that interaction, his mouth open, but nothing coming out. “I…” he stuttered out. he continues to make dinner, his mind rushing with lots of different thoughts. he’s definitely gonna get back at you later.

vernon: here you both sit having a staring contest, him obviously winning. you don’t even remember how you got to this position, this situation in total. he’s sitting there, stotic expression just with a small grin on his lips. surprisingly, you’re not fighting for you life and actually have a calm face on, your eyes barely affected. you actually know how to play this game. “you don’t look very confident on winning, nonnie.” you say with a soft giggle. “im doing perfectly fine sweetheart, don’t worry about me.” funny he thinks he’s gonna win this game. his ego seems to be so high, not for long! (hopefully) you bring your hand to his thigh and tiptoe your fingers up and down it. “you’re honestly unbelievable, vernon,” you spill out. “wait what did i—“ “you’re so pretty nonnie~~” you giggle out. he blinks. a large smile pulls at your lips. “wooohoo!!” you yell out. “that was unfair, i want a rematch” he says with a smirk. “nope! i won fair and square!” you say after ruffling his hair and getting up. he scoffs and smiles at you before following you out the room.

kyy note//: also thanks to that one person who submitted a request for the seonghwa fic, it’s started! 3 paragraphs in💗😛

[junhui-recs]

@onlymingyus

heads up! poly fic :)

jeonghan let out the longest, loudest sigh you'd ever heard from him. he reaches up, rubbing at his arms for warmth as he looks around. "ah... i forgot my sweater again."

he's not subtle. he never is. but you say nothing, instead looking at joshua's phone again as he tries to figure out where this restaurant is. seungcheol doesn't look up from his phone, either, checking the reservation again to make sure that you'll still be able to make it on time.

"it's cold," he continues. "i think i might freeze before we get there..."

joshua doesn't look up, either. "cheol, are you still paying?"

"one less person to pay for," he says. you glance over and see how he's giving himself away with a cheesy grin right now, fighting it back to try and remain neutral.

jeonghan just steps behind you, wrapping his arms around you and snuggling in... for about five seconds before you're shoving him away the exact moment his cold hands slip underneath your shirt. you yelp, bumping into joshua, who steadies you immediately, and jeonghan ends up pushed into seungcheol.

"it's not even that cold!" you pout, already removing your cardigan. you throw it at him, pouting harder at the way he laughs at you. "just ask for it like a normal person next time!"

his eyes twinkle as he grins at you, already pulling your cardigan on. "thank you, honey," he chuckles, already moving in to kiss your pouty face. "i'm glad one of you loves me."

and he laughs when seungcheol throws his jacket over him, so endeared to how his two pouty loves give him whatever he needs, while his other love watches on with a smug grin.

[hansolsticio]

✦ — "período fértil". ᯓ svt (hhu).

— cheol, wonwoo, mingyu & vernon × leitora. — 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮: headcanon (smut). — 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1161. — 𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗼𝘀: sexo desprotegido, exibicionismo, sexo em público(?), oral (m), fingering. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗮𝘀: o fenômeno que é eu só atualizar essa série quando realmente estou no período fértil.

── ★ ˙ ̟ Choi Seungcheol ᝰ .

→ Seungcheol é completamente obcecado por ti, você é a princesinha dele. É necessário dizer mais alguma coisa?

→ Cheol AMA receber sua atenção (leonino™ ao extremo cof cof), se pudesse teria seus olhos nele o tempo todo. Porém ele também é muito bom em reciprocar essa atenção, te mimando de todos os jeitos que ele consegue.

→ Então quando você vem toda manhosa pedir um carinho especial do seu Cheollie, ele está mais do que pronto para ajudar.

→ Ficaria muito excitado com toda a situação. Te ver tão necessitada, pedindo cheia de carência para ele te fazer gozar, fazia coisas com a mente de Seungcheol.

→ Isso provavelmente daria abertura para a parte mais possessiva do homem fazer uma aparição. Pois saber que era para ele que você pedia atenção quando ficava desse jeito fazia o ego dele inflar mais ainda.

→ Iria se empenhar para te comer do jeitinho que você gosta. Ora estocando tão forte que fazia seu corpo balançar, ora indo bem lentinho só para castigar.

→ Cheol é fascinado no quão mais sensível seu corpo fica nesses momentos. As perninhas tremendo em volta da cintura dele e os gemidinhos dengosos fazem ele ter que se segurar muito para não perder o controle.

→ Só que é muito complicado não perder a cabeça com jeito que sua entradinha aperta, praticamente sugando ele para ir mais fundo.

→ Em algum momento, o homem acabaria tão embriagado de tesão quanto você. O corpo se movendo sozinho, enquanto ele murmura frases desconexas.

→ "Vou deixar essa buceta abertinha, cheinha com a minha porra, princesa."

── ★ ˙ ̟ Jeon Wonwoo ᝰ .

→ Jeon Wonwoo tem um grande aliado: o fato dele ter carinha de santo. Então ele vai SIM fingir que não percebeu e VOCÊ 🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽 vai acreditar.

→ Os olhinhos brilhantes te encarando por trás das lentes do óculos somados ao jeitinho calmo que seu namorado normalmente tem é o combo perfeito para fazer você se sentir até meio mal em incomodá-lo.

→ Wonwoo tinha a tendência de ficar facilmente absorto com qualquer coisa (especialmente jogos), mas pareceu ter desenvolvido uma espécie de sexto sentido quando começou a namorar com você. Mesmo que todos os esforços dele estivessem voltados para uma coisa só, o homem ainda era capaz de manter um olho em ti.

→ Sendo assim, foi muito fácil notar a mudança no seu comportamento. O jeito que você descaradamente encarava os dedos dele dançando em cima do teclado, além dos pedidos constantes por beijinho e atenção te entregavam.

→ Te ter à espreita, desesperada por qualquer coisa que o homem estivesse disposto a te dar amaciava demais o ego de Wonwoo — muito mais do que ele gostaria de admitir.

→ Dissimularia até o seu último momento de paciência, para finalmente surgir com a proposta de trocar um favor pelo outro: se você chupasse o pau dele enquanto ele disputava a partida, ele te comeria assim que ganhasse. E, nesse ponto, você já estaria tão cega pelo próprio tesão que aceitaria num piscar de olhos.

→ No entanto, Wonwoo era um homem de palavra. Assim que as letras brilhantes na tela do PC indicaram a vitória dele, o homem realmente te comeu gostosinho. Fez até questão de deixar o microfone aberto — mas você não precisava saber dessa parte.

→ "Aperta mais forte, amorzinho. Pede 'pra eu gozar nessa buceta, pede."

── ★ ˙ ̟ Kim Mingyu ᝰ .

→ A primeira pergunta que precisa ser feita é: Quem que está no período fértil? Você ou ele?

→ Mingyu parece ter muito orgulho em ser o terror do kama sutra e possuir o tesão de sete virgens. O comportamento se justifica no fato desse homem AMAR toque físico. Então, para Gyu, te fazer gozar é um "eu te amo" perfeito.

→ No começo do relacionamento foi necessário um período de adaptação à libido do seu namorado — você achava que a sua era alta, mas Gyu te fez mudar de ideia rapidinho.

→ Depois de um tempo, você deixou de ficar para trás, conseguia dar conta de Mingyu tranquilamente. Pareciam até um casal de coelhos.

→ Todos esses fatores levaram o homem a tratar o fato de você aleatoriamente estar com tesão como mais uma terça-feira comum. E o erro dele é justamente esse, te subestimar.

→ Nesse dia, Kim Mingyu levou o maior chá da vida dele.

→ O que começou com um Mingyu super arrogante, convencido de que iria te comer até você não aguentar mais, terminou com ele mesmo sendo o primeiro a implorar por piedade — reduzido a um mero brinquedinho.

→ Você quase sentia pena dele, mas só quase, precisava muito descontar todo seu tesão em alguma coisa — qualquer resquício de piedade existente no seu corpo sumia assim que sentia ele se encaixando dentro de você.

→ Vocês dois estavam uma bagunça, havia suor e gozo por toda parte, mas ninguém parecia se importar. A ideia de usar a porra de Mingyu como lubrificante cegava qualquer tipo de discernimento que você tinha — os barulhinhos obscenos que ecoavam pelo cômodo contribuíam para sua fantasia.

→ Só que Mingyu também não ajudava. Se ele precisava descansar tanto assim, por quê que ele reagia de um jeito tão gostosinho quando era usado? Os olhinhos revirados e os gemidos dengosinhos definitivamente não te incentivavam a parar.

→ "Porra, por favor... deixa eu te chupar um pouquinho, vai?"

── ★ ˙ ̟ Chwe Hansol ᝰ .

→ Hansol estava acostumado a ser a pessoa que fazia comentários meio pervertidos fora de hora, geralmente nunca estava na posição de ouvinte. Então escutar as atrocidades que saíram da sua boca e, para piorar, com vocês EM PÚBLICO, deixou o homem meio estarrecido.

→ O rosto totalmente sem expressão pareceu te fazer perder ainda mais a paciência, puxando o homem para o primeiro cantinho escuro que você avistou.

→ O fato é que você simplesmente não aguentava mais, se sentia necessitada desde o momento em que acordou, mas ainda não havia conseguido uma oportunidade sequer de ficar sozinha com o seu namorado.

→ Hansol ria de desespero assistindo você se esfregando nele sem pudor algum. Estava preso em um limbo: não sabia se ficava completamente duro ou aterrorizado com a idea de alguém aparecendo a qualquer momento.

→ Você parecia não se importar, beijava-o de um jeito lascivo, puxando as mãos geladinhas do homem para debaixo da sua blusa — incentivando-o a brincar com os seus seios.

→ Custou muito para Hansol fazer você se acalmar, alegando que aquele não era o melhor lugar para fazer esse tipo de coisa. Ele era a única voz da razão naquele momento.

→ Mas ele não era de ferro, principalmente quando você olhava para ele tão carentezinha.

→ Inverteria as posições, te encurralando na parede só para poder esconder seu corpo do campo de visão de qualquer pessoa que resolvesse passar por perto. E ali mesmo foderia sua entradinha com os dedos, beijando seus peitos uma vez ou outra porque não suportava a tentação.

→ Ao mesmo tempo, tentaria te consolar, dizendo que era o máximo que podia fazer naquele momento. Além de sussurrar mil promessas sobre o que vai fazer contigo.

→ "Eu vou te comer tão gostosinho, meu amor. Jogar minha porra bem em cima desses peitos."

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How would seventeen members would want to be loved?

just trying to send a request, tysm for noticing i love your readings. ✨

how seventeen members would want to be loved? 🍀

scoups: he is intense and looks for someone who is the same way. he wants to be loved for who he is, not just for what he can offer. scoups is seeking a balanced and healthy relationship where he and the person are not just lovers but also best friends.

jeonghan: he wants to be loved in a way that revolutionizes everything he thinks about love. he's seeking someone who makes him feel heard, cared for, and loved. jeonghan believes a relationship should symbolize the connection and evolution of two individuals.

joshua: he wants to be loved in a light and healthy manner, likely the type of person who ends up falling in love without realizing. he doesn't want a love that causes heartache or provokes anxiety but rather a mature love that makes him see the sparkle in life's little things every day.

junhui: he wants to be loved unconditionally, by someone who sets his heart on fire, warms his body, and makes his hands tremble. he's the kind of guy who seeks strong emotions and looks for someone who also enjoys bathing in the chaos of their own feelings.

hoshi: he wants someone who connects with him on body, soul, and mind. he needs to be loved in the same way that he's willing to love, and the vastness of care he has to offer is unparalleled. hoshi seeks a love that can be embraced effortlessly and doesn't make him think that the grass is greener on the other side.

wonwoo: he wants to be loved by someone willing to know and accept all facets of his personality, even the bad ones. he's looking for someone with whom he can be vulnerable, genuine, and who understands him, or at least is willing to. someone with whom wonwoo can share life's joys, blessings, frustrations, and sorrows.

woozi: he wants to be loved in a balanced way, without the person placing excessive expectations on him. woozi desires a love where he feels encouraged to be the best version of himself always. additionally, he doesn't like to be pressured in the emotional aspect and seeks someone who's in tune with that.

dk: he wants to be loved in a way that highlights the best aspects of his personality. he's seeking a love that brings color and vibrancy into his life, someone who takes care of him, holds him while sleeping, and truly shows an appreciation for his personality. dk desires someone as organized and methodical as he is.

mingyu: he wants to be loved by someone as enthusiastic about the idea of love as he is. mingyu is romantic and affectionate; he wants to know everything about his partner and desires to feel that interest reciprocated. he seeks someone with whom he can develop hobbies and who stands by his side to discover new things while holding his hand.

minghao: he wants to be loved in a way that is fulfilling and respects the individuality of both in the relationship. at times, he seems to feel the need to be alone, and someone who understands this is crucial. minghao seeks someone who is secure in their relationship, demonstrates maturity, and is capable of living without him. he said NO to codependency.

seungkwan: he wants an electrifying love, one that's different from anything he's ever experienced. he wants to feel that his person is all he needs and to be everything she needs in return. a love without insecurities, without suspicions, that makes him feel life is lighter and more fun. seungkwan seeks someone who delicately cares for his heart and keeps him head over heels, even after a long time.

vernon: he wants someone to love him in a chaotic, intense, and fierce way. he's looking for a feeling of being swept into the eye of the storm, someone who makes his heart almost leap out of his chest. a person willing to laugh in the face of danger alongside him and who locks themselves into a world that belongs only to the two of them.

dino: he wants to be loved in a way that makes him feel valued for who he is. someone who shows this love primarily through a lot of quality time, acts of service, and plenty of physical affection. he desires a calm and healthy love where both feel they are walking together towards the future, without distractions or meaningless arguments.

* based on tarot

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lullaby (girl dad! seungcheol)

choi seungcheol x leitora

acordar de madrugada estava incluso no pacote de ser pais, e isso não significava que era algo ruim.

gênero: fluff

pt-br

conteúdo: leitora fem, seungcheol pai de menina e marido cheio de amor, cuidando de uma bebê de madrugada

avisos: nada demais, cheol pai de menina é algo a ser avisado, cheol sendo um amor também; uso de apelidos carinhos (só amor, eu acho).

contagem: ± 900 palavras

notas: oooiii, apareci. achei que não ia postar nada, mas precisava distrair minha cabecinha e nada melhor que choi seungcheol pra isso. ainda mais pai de menina.... escrevi isso pois é algo que vive na minha cabeça e provavelmente vou escrever de novo sobre. boa leitura e boa semana <3 (e sinto mt se estiver mal revisado perdao)

em sua névoa sonolenta, você jamais seria capaz de identificar que horas eram quando o aparelhinho ao lado da cama indicou o desconforto noturno de sua filha. nem mesmo que o lado de seungcheol na cama já estava vazio quando você levantou.

sendo guiada pelos instintos, felizmente você conseguiu, sem esbarrar em nenhuma parede no meio do curto caminho, chegar até o quarto da sua bebê, apenas para vê-la já sendo acalentada.

por mais que fosse uma cena com a qual você já estivesse acostumada, ver cheol ninando sua garotinha com tanto cuidado trazia sempre aquele quentinho pro coração. desde o tom de voz suave que ele usava unicamente com ela à maneira que a deixava perto do rosto, passando o nariz pelas bochechas cheinhas e rosadas.

— sei que gosta de ficar no colinho, princesa, mas vamos te deitar — você tinha certeza que não era a primeira tentativa de seungcheol devolvê-la pro berço, que foi respondida com mais chorinho e reclamação.

os dedinhos agarrando a sua roupa não deixaram seungcheol com outra opção senão mantê-la consigo mais um pouco. ele era fraco e admitia, jamais deixaria ela ali tão tristinha quando queria que sua filha se sentisse totalmente segura e amada. não havia lugar mais propício pra isso do que em seus braços, certo?

ele cantarolou e se moveu naquele ritmo que a levaria mais uma vez àquele sono tranquilo, sem nenhuma reclamação sobre quantos minutos a mais ficaria assim. seungcheol usava daquele tempinho — e qualquer outro — para admirar as feições adoráveis da menina. as sobrancelhas expressivas, o pouco cabelinho que você e ele orgulhosamente enfeitavam, a boca com o mesmo beicinho frustrado que cheol. estava contente dela estar se entregando ao sono, porém amaria ver uma das características que mais o lembrava de você: os olhinhos. por mais que ter filhos sempre tenha sido um de seus desejos, que cresceu ainda mais ao conhecer você — alguém que desejava aquilo tanto quanto ele —, seungcheol ainda se impressionava com a proporção de todos os sentimentos relacionados a sua esposa e filha.

ficou tão preso aos seus pensamentos de pai e marido babão, que foi só quando ia se sentar na poltrona que seungcheol te viu.

— não se preocupa, pode voltar pra cama — ele te tranquilizou.

— tudo bem, às vezes eu só gosto de ver vocês assim.

sem deixar que a menininha embrulhada nos braços de seungcheol te notasse — não querendo que o momento pai e filha terminasse, como acontecia quando ela percebia sua presença —, você se aproximou bem quieta, ficando perto o suficiente pra vê-la já de olhos fechados, as mãozinhas segurando o camisa de seungcheol com força.

— ainda vai demorar pra ela se adaptar ao berço — cheol constatou num sussuro, com o bico involuntário crescendo no rosto.

— como se você não gostasse de ficar segurando sua princesinha assim, né.

— ok, tudo bem, é tão gostosinho ficar assim. mas fico preocupado de não ser algo muito bom pra ela.

algo sobre seungcheol é que todo o tempo que ele não está dando atenção direta à filha, está preocupado com tudo que é relacionado a ela. depois de ler sobre como é bom que o bebê consiga ficar algumas boas horas de sono em seu próprio berço, vocês têm tentado adaptá-la a isso. o problema é que aquela coisinha adorável preferia um milhão de vezes estar no colo quentinho dos pais do que no conforto do berço.

cheol se considerava um grande culpado por isso, porém não se arrependeria nunca de ser um pai que ama deitar com a filha em seu peito, pertinho do coração, apenas pra senti-la ali enquanto te tem ao lado dele. era sua família, que ele amava e valorizava com todo seu ser, como poderia não querer estar assim todo o tempo que é possível estar?

— nossa bebezinha é toda lindinha e fofa, tudo bem deixar ela pertinho da gente um pouco — você não ficava atrás no quesito manter sua filha e marido por perto.

não quando seu coração senti um amor e acalento que só eles poderiam proporcionar.

— pro quarto, então? — os olhos pidões e inchados de seungcheol eram armas muito eficazes, contra as quais você preferia não lutar. — não fica me olhando assim, amor. você sabe que eu vou vigiar ela e trazer de volta pra cá.

e não era mentira. aconteceu assim em muitas das noites anteriores e não foi diferente nessa.

com sua bebê deitadinha no espaço entre vocês dois na cama, cheol deu toda sua atenção a vocês duas. ora verificando sua filha durante o sono, ora enchendo você com aqueles carinhos suaves que te faziam dormir.

na manhã seguinte você acordaria parcialmente deitada sobre ele, abraçando-o forte — mais uma característica que cheol sabia que sua filha só poderia ter puxado de você —, aproveitando o doce descanso matinal. aquela conversa leve sobre qualquer aleatoriedade que tenha acontecido naquela semana, os beijos em cada local favorito, pintinhas ou cicatrizes e mãos bobas dos dois, envolveriam vocês naquele casulo até que realmente tivessem que se levantar. enquanto não era necessário, agiam como se tivessem todo tempo do mundo.

seus agradecimentos pelas noites em claro sempre seriam dispensados por mais beijinhos de seungcheol, que te lembraria o quanto ama você e a família que estavam construindo juntos. receber cada gotinha do infinito mar de amor que vocês eram pra ele, cuidá-las e fazê-las se sentirem felizes, era o que o fazia se sentir completo e feliz.

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2019 | seventeen x dispatch - hiphop ver.

[seungkw1]

the truth is out there — csc

♡ pairing: choi seungcheol x gn!reader ♡ theme: x-files au ♡ wc: 8.2k ♡ warnings: none ♡ a/n: started rewatching the x-files recently and the idea of this popped into my head so i simply had to write it!! also, y/ln refers to ‘your last name’ bc ya know. agent stuff.

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When you joined the FBI you didn’t expect to end up working in the basement with a peculiar agent obsessed with all things extraterrestrial, but your new assignment is certainly taking you places you’ve never been before.

10 September 1993 Washington, D.C.

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The light knocking on your desk pulls your focus away from the almost-completed report on the screen of your monitor. Most would call report writing the boring part of the job, and while you don’t necessarily disagree your high levels of attentiveness allow you to efficiently plug away at the otherwise mind-numbing task - so, you don’t mind it so much. That is, unless you are interrupted. 

“Hey Frenchie, the Bergmeister wants to see you.” 

Stifling a sigh, you look up at your bothersome coworker, Soonyoung, who is currently leaning over your desk while eating a sandwich. You grimace as you see the multitude of crumbs he’s managed to drop all over your paperwork in the five seconds he’s been standing there.

“What does he want?” you ask, not bothering to hide your annoyance.

“Didn’t say,” he mumbles through the large bite he just stuffed into his mouth.

The Bergmeister is the inane moniker Soonyoung and his pals call your supervisor, Assistant Director Bergman, behind his back. Frenchie is the irritating nickname nearly half the office now calls you, to your face, due to an unfortunate incident involving French dressing and the light gray pantsuit you chose to wear on your very first day on the job. You figured they’d get tired of it after a few days, but that was several weeks ago at this point - and much to your chagrin it seems to have stuck.

You give Soonyoung a very obviously fake grin to accompany your obviously sarcastic response. “Thank you, Agent Soonyoung - helpful as always.”

Soonyoung winks at you. “For you? Anytime.” You imagine grabbing his sandwich and bopping it on his head. 

The muted sounds of landlines ringing, keyboards clacking, and fax machines whirring drift past your ears as you walk steadily to Bergman’s office, maintaining a false air of confidence as to mask your anxiety. You’ve never been called into his office alone in the two months you’ve worked for the FBI - you quickly leaf through your mind for anything you’ve done that could be a potential mistake, but you come up empty handed. 

Bergman’s door is ajar - you rap your knuckle against it twice as you step inside. He peers up at you through thick, round lenses. 

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

“Yes, come in, have a seat - and shut the door behind you.”

The heavy door closes with a deep thunk. As you lower yourself into the chair facing the desk you notice you’re joined by a man you���ve never seen before. He says nothing, but looms in the corner of the room, smoking a cigarette. 

“I’ll spare you the bullshit, Y/ln,” Bergman starts. He looks more tired than usual. “Have you heard of the bureau’s division known as the ‘x-files’?”

You feel your normally stoic face contort into a confused expression. Whatever you were expecting him to say, it wasn’t that.

“Well, yes, sir… but isn’t that an unofficial department?”

He takes a sip from his styrofoam cup of coffee. “Correct - it’s not official, but I assure you it is very much a ‘functional’ operation.” He all but rolls his eyes at functional. 

You shoot a glance at the unintroduced man in the corner, but he remains expressionless. Bergman continues. 

“I’m sure by now you’re well aware of the reputation surrounding this subsect and its…proprietor, shall we say.”

You give a single nod. By your second day in the office you’d heard all about the x-files: cases allegedly involving aliens, the supernatural, and all sorts of nonsense you chalked up to pure baloney. You’d also learned of the lone employee who spearheads the whole operation from the bureau basement: Agent Choi. Nobody seems to take him, or it, seriously - so much so that you had begun to doubt if it was even a real department, and if Choi even existed. But apparently, the rumors were true. 

“I am not at liberty to discuss the reasons behind this decision,” Bergman tells you, “but all you need to know is that this assignment is significant in nature.”

Assignment?? Surely he doesn’t mean…

“I’m not sure I understand,” you ask hesitantly, “am I-”

“Being assigned to the x-files? Yes.”

Your stomach lurches. You open your mouth to inquire what exactly it is you’ve done wrong, but clearly he anticipated this exact response. 

“This is not a punishment - though I certainly know why it might seem that way. But, it’s imperative that we receive reliable insight into the operations of this endeavor.”

You sit there in silence for a few seconds, dumbfounded. “So, you’re asking me to spy on Agent Choi.”

Bergman waves his hand dismissively. “Yes, yes, I know how this sounds. And essentially - yes, you will be our eyes and ears into this otherwise elusive project. Choi will know we’re sending you there to report back to us, but we don’t care. We are confident you will succeed in providing us with useful information.”

You wait for him to go on, to elaborate in any capacity, but apparently he’s finished. 

“Alright then, so when do I-”

“Immediately,” Bergman interjects. You purse your lips, trying to hide your displeasure. 

“Yes sir,” you reply as respectfully as you can muster. 

“Great. We’re counting on you, Y/ln.” You glance once more at the smoking man in the corner, but he remains silent. 

“Dismissed.”

You walk out of Bergman’s office, still trying to process what the fuck just happened. You have the misfortune of passing Soonyoung’s desk on the way back to yours - he opens his mouth, clearly about to say something annoying again, but you briskly zoom past him before he can get a word out. You make a beeline for your desk, grabbing only your purse and coffee cup before heading toward the elevator. 

X-files, here I come, I fucking guess. 

—-

Your eyes take a few seconds to adjust as you step into the dim basement. The elevator doesn’t come down to this level - you spent a good ten minutes trying to locate the correct stairwell that would even bring you here. You make your way through a seemingly endless hallway of dusty filing cabinets, forgotten boxes, and broken computers before you find yourself in front of a nondescript door, not quite shut - the only thing signifying that you’ve arrived at your destination being the makeshift paper name plate with S. Choi written in ink. You raise your fist to knock but before you can do so you hear a voice call out from inside. 

“Come in.”

You push the door in, its hinges giving you a high-pitched squeeeeak as it opens. You make a mental note to find some WD-40. 

The sad excuse for an office is equally dim-lit as the hallway, but it’s a sight to behold: a desk at the center of the room - neat, but stacked with newspapers and case files, a small lamp lighting up the open file in the desk’s center; a bookshelf nearly reaching the ceiling, overflowing with books on seemingly every topic under the sun; archival boxes stacked as tall as the numerous filing cabinets, which are also topped with more boxes; a massive bulletin board filled with articles and photos; but most notably, pinned the wall, is a poster featuring a flying saucer, accompanied with the text I WANT TO BELIEVE.

In the bizarre room sits a dark-haired man typing at his computer, his back to you. 

“I presume you heard me coming,” you state. 

“From a mile away,” he replies, still typing. 

You wait for him to turn around, say hello, anything - but the clickclack of his keyboard continues.

Several seconds pass, but the man says nothing. Apparently, it’s on you to break the silence.

You sigh under your breath. “I’m Agent Y/ln, I’ve been-”

“Assigned to the x-files to spy on me?” he interrupts, eyes still glued to the monitor. 

“They told me you’d know that,” you admit. 

The typing stops. Choi turns around, the heavy desk chair giving an unpleasant creak as he leans his elbow over its back, finally facing you. His appearance takes you by surprise: strong eyebrows, plump red lips, soft dark-brown eyes - you weren’t expecting to find such a handsome face attached to the man with a reputation for being a “crazy UFO freak”, in the words of your coworkers. He’s much younger than you anticipated too, around your age - and seemingly so… normal. His eyes do a quick scan of your figure - his expression barely changes, but a quick flash of interest tells you you’re not exactly what he expected either. It is extinguished almost immediately. 

“Yeah, well, it wouldn’t be the first time.” His tone is passive, but you detect a hint of somberness in his words. His warm eyes lock onto yours. 

“Name’s Choi, but I’m sure you already knew that. You can call me Seungcheol, though.” If it was anyone else, you’d think it was flirtatious in nature - but you can tell that was not his intention.

“Okay. Well, Choi, what exactly am I to do here?”

An eager grin lights up his face. He rises from his chair, grabs a case file off the pile on his desk, and opens it - throwing it back down onto the desk, facing you.

“I’m so glad you asked.”

You quickly skim the details: a series of disappearances in a small town, all teenagers. So far, no bodies have been found. Local law enforcement has compiled a list of suspects, but they don’t seem to have many leads.

“Okay, so we have a potential serial killer.” 

Choi shakes his head. “That’s what the local police think. Which seems reasonable, unless you’re familiar with the location.”

You glance back at the file. Spirit Lake, Iowa.

“Never heard of it.”

“It’s a known UFO hotspot. Sightings have been reported for decades, most notably in 1967 when there were three different sightings - one of which was caught on camera by two different witnesses.”

He hands you a stack of old polaroids. You flip through the grainy photographs, which all appear to showcase an ambiguous but distinct saucer-shaped object in the night sky.

You stare at your new partner. “Choi, this could be anything. Most so-called UFO ‘sightings’ are nothing more than aircraft that are very much from Earth.”

“The U.S. Weather Service officially stated that it was a weather balloon, however no weather balloons were launched within 500 miles that day. There were also no flights - civilian or military - on record for the area that night.”

“And have you considered that this could all just be a hoax?”

“Sure, it could be. But what if I told you that in 1967 there were also three recorded disappearances, all coinciding with the UFO sightings?”

He hands you a separate case file on the 1967 disappearances. All of the cases are closed, as the three who went missing eventually turned up again - unable to account for what happened to them, but otherwise unharmed.

You close the file, setting it on the desk. “So let me get this straight: you think these people were all abducted by aliens. And you think the exact same scenario is happening again, this year?”

“There have been three recent UFO sightings in the area reported, and we have three missing teens. It all matches up.”

You stand there in silence, at a loss for words. Guess everyone was right, you think to yourself. The man is insane. 

“Okay, let’s say you’re right,” you finally respond. “How exactly are we supposed to contribute here? Looks like they’ve already exhausted all leads. Why the hell do we need to fly out to Iowa?”

Choi gives a knowing smile. “They found the first girl this morning. Alive. Barely remembers anything, but unharmed.”

“And you want to go catch some little green men.”

“Actually, ‘little green men’ is a misconception - known encounters have widely reported extraterrestrials to be gray-skinned and not that much smaller than us. But anyway, more or less - yes, we’ll be in search of evidence that alien life is making contact with humanity.”

You stand there in disbelief. So this is where you’ve ended up - in the basement with a madman on a wild goose chase. As you’re thinking about quitting on the spot, Choi goes back to his computer.

“Anyway I’ll get us booked for the first flight out of here tomorrow morning,” he informs as he resumes his typing. “Want me to pick you up?

“No, that’s quite alright.”

“Suit yourself.” 

You wait for him to say something further, but he doesn’t. You turn to leave. As you approach the doorway you hear the creaking of his chair once more. Looking back, Choi is facing you.

“It’s nice to meet you, Agent Y/ln.” 

His expression is sincere. You may be stuck with a madman, but at least he’s not a complete asshole.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

You feel Choi’s eyes follow you as you exit the room.

—

11 September 1993 Spirit Lake, Iowa

The gravel driveway crunches loudly as the rental car slows to a stop. Your partner shuts off the ignition and turns to face you, his left hand still resting on the wheel.  

“Ready?”

You glare back at him. “You’re acting like this is my first case, Choi. I’ve done this before.”

You open your door and exit the car before he can reply. You’ve barely gotten started on this investigation, but he’s already on your nerves. 

You approach the cottage-style house and ring the bell. A disgruntled-looking woman in her 40s opens the door.

“Mrs. Miller? I’m Agent Choi, and this is my partner Agent Y/ln.” You both raise your badges. “We’re here to speak with Alexandra, may we come inside?”

Mrs. Miller practically scowls at you. “She’s already spoken to the cops three times, leave us alone.” The door slams shut in your face.

You and Choi shoot a look at each other. You hear a voice shouting inside, followed by loud arguing. The door reopens to a young girl, high-school age, with jet black dyed hair, heavy eyeliner, and a nose ring.

“Ignore my mom, she’s a huge bitch,” the girl says as she steps outside, slamming the door behind her. She marches past you. “I’ll talk to you, let’s walk.”

Choi raises his eyebrows at you as he turns to follow the girl. You join him.

“You must be Alexandra,” he says to the girl, who is still walking.

“Alex,” she corrects. The girl finally stops, turning around to face you. “Are you going to take me seriously or are you just going to laugh in my face like the cops did?”

“I believe you,” your partner assures her. 

The girl turns to you, arms crossed. “I take it you’re the skeptic then?” Before you can respond she continues. “Trust me, I am too. I’ve always heard all the stories growing up about the abductions in this town, but I thought it was all bullshit. But I don’t know how else to explain what happened to me.”

“Can you start from the beginning?” Choi asks.

The girl sighs. “Yeah, sure. I was driving home from my friend Becky’s house, by myself. It was pretty late, like around 9pm. I was on Campbell Road, I had just passed the old schoolhouse. It was dark as shit and nobody else was around. Then suddenly there was this crazy bright light, it was all around me and I couldn’t see anything. I remember slamming on my breaks, but I don’t know what happened after that. I don’t know how long I was out, but I do remember waking up a few times and I swear I was in some like laboratory or something. I was laying down but I couldn’t move - I could just barely make out some figures standing over me. Then, next thing I know I’m walking down the road again, right where I was driving. No fucking clue how I got there. A deputy found me and took me to the hospital. They told me I was gone for six days. I had to talk to the cops like a hundred times, but there was nothing else wrong with me so they sent me home. And now everybody thinks I’m fucking crazy.” 

“Nobody believes you, then,” your partner empathizes.

“The cops think I’m lying and that I ran off with my ‘boyfriend’ for a week,” she scoffs. “I don’t even have a boyfriend. But of course that’s what my mom believes now, so now I’m fucking grounded.”

“I’m sorry,” Choi tells her sincerely. 

“Do you have any connections to the others who have gone missing?” you ask.

Alex shrugs. “I mean, we all go to school with each other, but I don’t really know them.”

Choi finds a piece of paper and a pen in his jacket pocket and scribbles something on it, then hands it to the girl.

“This is where we’re staying, if you remember anything else give us a call.”

On the drive back, Choi appears to make a wrong turn. 

“You were supposed to go left,” you tell him.

He shakes his head. “I want to check out the location where Alex was taken from.”

“Why?” you ask, “There’s nothing there. When they found the car they towed it.”

“Just want to check it out.”

You can tell you’re not going to get any further answers out of him, so you just sit there in silence, listening to whatever is on the local radio playing quietly in the background. Your stomach starts to rumble, so you glance at the clock: 4:54pm. No wonder, you think to yourself. You hadn’t stopped for lunch, so you were well overdue for a meal. You made a mental note to look out for restaurants on the way back.

“There’s the schoolhouse,” Choi points out a few minutes later. “We must be close.”

The sound of static fills the car as the radio cuts out. You fiddle with the knob, trying to find something else, but nothing is coming in. Guess we’re out of range.

Suddenly, the car goes silent as the engine dies. You’ve barely rolled to a stop when your partner jumps out of the car and starts running back the way you came.

“Where the hell are you going??” you shout after him. No response. With a sigh you exit the car as well. You see him standing in the road, looking at the ground. He turns as he hears you coming, pointing down to the road. 

“See the tire marks? This must be where Alex hit the brakes.”

You look at the ground to see the black marks, indicating a car had braked abruptly.

“Our car shut off right as we passed this exact spot,” he says excitedly, jogging back to the rental car. As you follow, you hear him trying the ignition a few times, until the car finally turns back on. 

“Look,” he commands as you re-enter the passenger seat. He points to the digital clock on the dashboard: 5:11pm. “What time do you have?” 

You glance at your watch: 4:56pm.

“Many instances of alien activity result in residual electromagnetic fields. It’s often been reported that those visiting such sites will experience ‘missing time’, a phenomenon we appear to have just experienced.”

The look on his face is energized - borderline excited. You stare back at him, unenthused.

“Choi, just because my watch is wrong doesn’t mean we time traveled.”

“Then why did the car turn off in this exact spot?”

“It’s a machine, cars malfunction sometimes,” you respond, nearly exasperated. “You’re trying to connect dots that aren’t even here.”

“These events happening in tandem indicate that something abnormal is going on here, Y/ln. You’re choosing to ignore substantial evidence.”

“Oh my god,” you mumble, holding your head in your hands.

Choi shifts the car into drive and makes a u-turn. “Let’s get something to eat.”

“That’s the first reasonable thing you’ve said all day.”

He smiles, but says nothing.

On the drive back into town, you subtly watch him out of the corner of your eye. He drives in silence, but you can tell he’s deep in thought - about what, who knows. Despite his ridiculous antics and asinine beliefs, you admit that his passion is oddly inspiring. You find yourself starting to grow fond of your new partner for some strange, inexplicable reason. 

You push that thought to the back of your mind.

—

13 September 1993

“Can you hand me the Ramos case file?”

You look around for the requested file, to no avail. You joined Choi in his motel room early in the morning to review case files, which is proving to be incredibly difficult as he is apparently one to haphazardly leave shit all over the room while he is working. 

You finally locate the folder and toss it over to him. “You know, this might be easier if the entire place wasn’t an absolute disaster zone.” 

“I like to call it organized chaos,” he says proudly.

It has been six days since the second kid, Mark Ramos, disappeared - and Choi is convinced that he’ll be “returned” today, given that Alex was found after the same amount of time. So, much to your displeasure he planned for you two to stake out the location where he was last seen: the parking lot of the gas station corner store where the boy works.

“Wow, that sounds enthralling,” you told him, deeply sarcastically. 

As you are wrapping up prepping for the stakeout, the landline on the nightstand rings.

Your partner reaches and grabs the phone, stretching the cord across the room and placing the receiver between his ear and his shoulder as he continues working. 

“Choi,” he answers curtly.

You hear a muffled voice on the other end utter a few sentences before he stops what he’s doing. A tired look washes over his face.

“God fucking dammit. Alright, thanks.” He slams the phone back onto the base.

“They just found the kid. We missed it.”

You’re secretly relieved that you don’t have to go sit in a car for hours now, but you keep that to yourself. He’s clearly peeved, and although you’ve never witnessed his bad side you’re discerning enough to know that you don’t want to be on it.

“I’m sorry,” you say finally.

To your surprise, he walks over to the bed - where you’re sitting - and plops down onto it, holding his head in his hands.

You sit there awkwardly in silence for a few moments, not knowing what to do.

“Are you okay?” you finally ask.

Your partner sighs. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just thought we had this one.”

You feel the urge to ask the question that’s been on the back of your mind since you met him, but he seems really dejected - and you don’t want to upset him. Fuck it, you decide.

“Can I ask you something?”

He lifts his head up, resting his chin on his interlaced hands as he looks over at you.

“Sure,” he answers. You find yourself starting to get lost in his big brown eyes, but you force yourself to snap out of it.

“Why are you so obsessed with aliens? I mean - it seems like more than just an interest for you. It seems… personal, almost.”

Choi exhales, closing his eyes. He sits up, leaning back onto his hands, staring into the distance with a sense of sadness in his expression.

“When I was 12, my younger brother and I were very close. We were three years apart, but we had so much in common.

He pauses, lost in thought for a moment. He continues.

“Jinsang and I always shared a bedroom. We had a bunk bed, he slept on the top bunk.” He smiles wistfully. “He loved it up there. Always called himself ‘king of the world’. Even as he got older, he never lost his childlike wonder. He was the definition of pure at heart.”

You listen solemnly. You honestly were expecting some off-the-wall answer from him - you didn’t anticipate that it’d be anything so serious.

“Late one night, I was supposed to be asleep, but I was reading a book under the covers with my flashlight. Suddenly there was a blinding light that filled the room, and a deafeningly loud whirring noise that made me cover my ears. I pulled the blanket off me, but the only thing I could make out was some dark figures standing in the room. I couldn’t see who it was, so I assumed it was my parents. I called out for them, but the figures didn’t move. It was so loud and so bright. I was terrified.

Then - I heard my brother scream. He was screaming for help, but I was paralyzed. Suddenly everything stopped. The light and the sounds disappeared in an instant. I looked where the figures were standing, but nobody was there. I didn’t hear my brother anymore either. I jumped out of bed to check on him - but he wasn’t in his bed. I started to panic. I told myself maybe he had run out of the room, but I knew I didn’t see or hear him climb down. I ran to my parents crying, ‘Jinsang’s gone!’ They searched the house, but he wasn’t there. They searched the neighborhood, thinking he had run away, but he wasn’t anywhere. The police investigation went on for months. They never found him.”

He rests his head back on his hands. You sit there silently, not knowing what to say. Your mind races, trying to process his words: So, he believes his brother was abducted by aliens? He may be strange, but he’s not mentally disturbed, I really don’t believe he would just make something like that up… But what can the explanation be? Is it a false memory created as a trauma response to his brother disappearing?...

“I’m so sorry,” you finally tell him. Without thinking you place your hand on his shoulder - but after a moment you realize how awkward that might be. He’s your assigned work partner - you met him three days ago. But, you feel his tension slightly ease - your touch seems to be relaxing him. Choi lets out a deep exhale and sits up - you quickly drop your hand back to your side. He rests his palms on the bed, just barely grazing your pinky finger. You hold your breath as a spark of electricity rushes through your body - you ignore it.

“Thanks,” he says sincerely. “I know how it sounds to other people. But that’s why I get so invested in these cases. I have to know the truth, Y/ln.”

You sit in silence for a few moments. 

“Well,” you finally speak as you get up, returning to the scattered files, “if your theory is correct we have one last chance.”

Choi perks up, a surprised look on his face. He stares at you for a moment, then grins as he processes what you just said. You grin back at him.

“Let’s go catch these sons of bitches.”

— 14 September 1993

Your stakeout plans are back on - this time you’ll be surveilling in the middle of the woods, by the lake, where the third kid had disappeared when camping with friends. Choi wakes you unnecessarily early with rapid knocking on your door. You answer in your pajamas, half asleep still. He invites himself into your room as he brushes past you and slams more files on the table. Turning to you earnestly, he begins to recant the game plan. 

“Choi,” you interrupt, trying to shut him up. He doesn’t hear you. He rambles on - practically bouncing with excitement.

“Choi,” you repeat, this time louder. He stops, his round eyes animated with enthusiasm. 

“Yeah?”

“It’s 6:30 in the morning. We’re staking out the location tonight.”

“And?”

“You could’ve at least let me sleep in til 7.”

“No time to lose!” he says eagerly as he turns back to his work, picking up where he left off. You let him yap for a minute before interrupting him once more.

“Can I at least get some coffee first?” 

You head to the nearby shitty diner together, Choi of course working through breakfast. You can tell through his excited state that he’s on edge. This has to go right - it is, according to him, the best chance he’s ever had. You spend the day going over everything, reviewing every last little detail - cooperating with whatever he needs, whether it be tactical or simply supportive. Before you know it the sun starts to go down, and you’re on your way to the middle of fucking nowhere together, to find some aliens.

Choi parks the car on the rocky path near the shore, killing the engine. It’s quiet out here - peaceful. The lake is bigger than you expected, and surprisingly beautiful as it reflects the painted colors of the sun-setting sky. 

“Romantic, isn’t it?” 

You turn and look at your partner, intending to make some snide remark, but all thoughts in your mind vanish when you see him. The golden tones of the dusk sunrays bring out a beautiful glow in his skin, his brown eyes radiating in the light; you knew he was good-looking, but seeing him this close - he is absolutely stunning.

The logical part of your brain starts setting off alarms - you know you should be feeling uncomfortable in the intimacy of the whole situation (he’s your coworker for gods’ sake!!) but it couldn’t be more opposite. The other part of your brain simply has the urge to lean in and kiss him.

“Mhmm, sure,” you reply, feigning sarcasm, veiling your true feelings.

You chat informally with Choi (“You can call me Seungcheol,” the memory of his words flashes through your mind), conversation flowing naturally as you both talk about whatever comes to mind. You find yourself laughing more often than not, and you find yourself relating to your partner more than you ever anticipated. It’s easy being with him.

Logical brain is absolutely screaming at you right now. There’s no fucking way you can allow yourself to develop feelings for your work partner - you know this. 

I’m allowed to like him as a friend, you say to yourself. You’re gonna be working with him for god knows how long, of course you need to get along. But you’re not convinced.

Conversation wanes into the night as darkness falls over the lake. You feel your eyelids grow heavy. Choi notices.

“You can sleep if you want,” he tells you. “I’ll wake you if anything happens.”

“I’m fine,” you assure him. But it’s quiet, dark - and soon you feel yourself beginning to drift off.

VRRROOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

You jolt awake, instantly blinded by the overpowering light surrounding you. A deafening booming noise permeates the air - you don’t know what it is, but it sounds like the rumbling of a thousand jet engines.

You can’t see shit, but you can tell Choi isn’t in the car. You heave open the passenger door, straining to push it open against the rush of wind engulfing the vehicle. Once your eyes adjust somewhat you find your partner about 15 feet away, camera in hand. You look up, but you can’t make out the massive object hovering over the lake - all you can see is five giant blinding spheres of light in the sky.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?” you scream to your partner - but he doesn’t hear you.

Suddenly, everything stops.

The lights, sound, and wind disappear in an instant. Disoriented in the dark, you stumble over to where Choi was standing, but you realize he’s gone - your eyes adjust and you see him sprinting down the lakeshore. In the distance you see another figure, laying on the ground. Choi approaches the figure, kneeling down next to it. You head toward them, but he turns to you and shouts from afar.

“CALL FOR BACKUP!!”

—

The figure on the beach indeed had been the missing boy. The ambulance rushed him to the hospital - but just as the previous two missing kids, he was okay. The next day you and Choi were able to get in and talk to him briefly before being shooed out by the nurse. It was the same story as the others - he didn’t remember anything, but he was completely unharmed.

Three out of three missing people now returned, safe and alive - your business here is done. You can finally get the fuck out of Iowa.

You’re pretty thrilled about leaving, but Choi is ecstatic. You remind him neither of you actually solved anything, but he doesn’t care. He got his photos of whatever the fuck was above the lake that night - it doesn’t answer all of his questions, but nevertheless he got what he came for.

It’s dark by the time you depart from the hospital, driving back to go pack up your things so you can leave first thing in the morning. 

Choi parks the car, and you walk back to your rooms. As you approach the motel, he suddenly swings his arm out in front of you to stop you - the door to your room is slightly ajar, the lock broken. Choi draws his gun, and you follow suit. Holding up his fingers, he silently counts down from three. He bursts through the door, sweeping the room. You follow, turning on the light to see the entire room has been utterly ransacked - the contents of your suitcase as well as all the files from your briefcase are strewn everywhere. 

Choi pops out of the bathroom. “All clear, but the bathroom window is open - if they were just here, they still might be nearby.” He sprints out of the room, pausing briefly and motioning for you to wait. “You stay here, I’ll sweep the area.” He’s gone in a flash.

You turn around and grimace at the absolute mess left behind by whoever the fuck was here. With a sigh you begin to clean up the mess, starting by gathering all the documents. As you sort through them all to put them back in some sort of order, you note that everything seems to be there. Your personal belongings all seem to be accounted for as well. Whatever they were searching for, they clearly didn’t find it.

Choi reappears in your room, sweating and breathing heavily. He shakes his head in disappointment. “Nobody in sight. Asked the manager if he saw anything suspicious, but he clearly didn’t know shit.”

He removes his suit jacket and throws it on the table before plopping down in the singular chair. He runs his hand through his sweaty hair as he lets out an exasperated sigh. “Anything missing?”

You shake your head. “Not a single thing.”

“Shit,” Choi mumbles under his breath. “They were probably looking for my room.”

You raise your eyebrow at him. “Who-”

He waves his hand at you, interrupting. “Don’t worry about it.”

You are worried about it, but you know he’s not going to elaborate even if pressed. 

“Okay. Well, I want to shower and go to sleep, so kindly get the fuck out.” Your tone isn’t angry, you’re just exhausted. 

Choi gets up, but instead of leaving he deadbolts the door and returns to his seat.

“Absolutely not, what if they come back? I’ll keep watch.”

You give him the most exasperated look. “Are you shitting me? I don’t need you to keep guard, I’ll be fine.”

“I’m not taking that chance,” he insists as he crosses his arms. 

You’re stubborn as hell, but in the short time you’ve known Seungcheol Choi he’s done nothing but give you a run for your money in that department.

You roll your eyes. You’re too tired to argue with him. “Fine, whatever. Just give me some privacy, alright?”

Choi salutes you as he turns his chair around. “Roger that.”

You shower and make your way back to your bed. Choi is still sitting in the chair, facing the locked door, his gun and holster sitting on the table right next to him. 

“Are you going to be able to sleep in that chair?” you ask. “Looks uncomfortable.”

Without turning, he replies. “I won’t be sleeping.”

“Seriously? You don’t need to stay up all night just to-”

“I’m not sleeping, Y/ln, it’s not up for debate.”

You stare at the back of his head. Sighing, you pull the covers up and go to turn off the lamp, but you pause.

“Choi?” you call out in a soft voice.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

He turns his head ever so slightly, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Goodnight, Y/ln.”

With a swift click you pull the chain on the lamp, and the room is flooded in darkness. As your eyes adjust, the moonlight seeps in past the closed blinds, and you can just make out Choi’s shadow as he keeps watch. Protecting you. 

Within seconds, you are fast asleep.

—

You open your eyes, the bright early morning sun rays peeking in through the window. You lay there, contemplating going back to sleep, when you remember the events of last night. You sit up abruptly to see your partner still in the chair, still facing the door, awake.

“Did you really stay up the whole night?” are the first words out of your mouth.

Choi turns around, his eyes tired but still alert. He nods.

“Did you know you snore in your sleep? Very quietly - it’s cute.”

“Oh, shut up” you grumble as you get out of bed.

Choi rises and grabs his jacket before heading toward the door. “Get ready, we have to be at the airport in an hour.” The door shuts behind him before you can respond with something snarky.

As you make your way to the parked car with your suitcase, you see your partner waiting for you - zoned out in the driver’s seat. 

You yank the driver’s side door open, startling him as he nearly jumps out of his seat. 

“Absolutely not,” you tell him sternly. “You didn’t sleep at all last night, I’m driving.”

“I’m fine, Y/n.”

You go to yell at him when you pause, realizing he just called you by your first name for the first time. He must be delirious, you think to yourself. 

“No, you’re not. And I’d like to make it back home in one piece, thank you.”

“Y/n-”

“Seungcheol Choi get your dumb ass out of the fucking car NOW.”

The expression that washes over his face looks like that of a scolded puppy. He clearly wasn’t expecting you to shout at him. 

“Okay, okay! Fine, you win.” He gets out of the car, walking around to the passenger side. As he opens the door he looks at you, trying to conceal the grin spreading across his face, but failing. 

“I like you like this. You should yell at me more often.” 

You stare at him, exhausted. “You’re insane.”

“So I’ve been told,” he says with a wink as he disappears into the car. 

You sigh for what feels like the thousandth time this week. After a few deep breaths, you reluctantly join your partner in the car. 

“And since when do you call me by my first name?” you inquire as you turn the ignition. The car engine comes to life with a rumble. 

Choi looks at you, his eyelids heavy. He gives you a sleepy smile as you back out of the parking space. 

“I told you you can call me Seungcheol,” he reminds you. 

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

He gives no response, but shrugs, leaning back against the headrest and closing his eyes. You stare at him for a brief moment. His black curls lay unruly against his forehead, brushing against his long eyelashes. A faint shadow graces his jawline - the result of not having shaved today. The top few buttons of his shirt remain undone; he didn’t even bother with a tie. Once again, you find yourself stunned by how handsome he is. You push that thought away as your attention returns to operating the vehicle. You shift gears and pull out of the lot. 

“Take a nap, dummy,” you tell him softly. 

—

Not five minutes have passed into your drive before the sound of gentle snoring greets your right ear. You glance over to see Choi positively zonked out in the passenger seat. A grin involuntarily appears on your face - he may be a headstrong pain in the ass, but even the toughest agents eventually fall victim to the cursed necessity of sleep. 

The “highway” out of town toward the airport is nothing more than a vacant country road. You drive for at least fifteen minutes without seeing a single other car. In the absence of Choi yammering on about some off-kilter conspiracy theory, or recounting a tale of a previous case that seems too fantastical to be true, your mind starts to wander. The events of the past week replay in your head. Unlike your partner you don’t quite believe you saw an alien spaceship, but whatever it was certainly is making you question a lot of things.

Your musings are cut short when Choi suddenly jolts awake, nearly making you jump. 

“Jesus, Choi, you scared me.”

He blinks dully a few times, the gears in his head creaking back to life as he tries to reorient himself. After a brief moment of mild panic he regains lucidity, slumping back into his seat with a groan. He yawns as he rubs his eyes. 

“Sorry,” he responds drowsily. 

“Did you know you snore in your sleep? It’s cute,” you jest, repeating his words from earlier back to him. After a moment, he realizes. 

“Fuck off,” he mumbles - but out of the corner of your eye you see him grin. 

You turn the radio on low volume, tuning into the rock station the dial was already set on. A few minutes pass without words, the crooning voice of Mick Jagger supplementing the conversation. Suddenly, Choi perks up, looking in the rear view mirror before turning around to peer out the back window. You glance in the mirror to see a dark car in the distance. 

“Finally, some sign of life,” you remark. “I was beginning to think we’d entered The Twilight Zone or something.”

Choi says nothing, but you notice the concern on his face. I wish he would stop being so paranoid, you think to yourself. He turns back around but keeps his eye on the mirror. Not even a minute later he snaps his head back to look out the rear window again. 

“Shit,” he exclaims, his voice disgruntled. 

You look in the mirror again to see the same car, rapidly approaching as it speeds toward you. Your eyes dart forward again, only to see another dark car up ahead - parked in the middle of the two-lane road, creating a blockade. 

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” he says through gritted teeth. 

“Choi, can you please enlighten me as to what the fuck is going on,” you ask nervously. 

“Fucking SHIT,” he shouts, not elaborating. 

“CHOI.”

“Stop the car,” he gripes, his head in his hands. 

You apply the brakes, as you couldn’t keep going even if you wanted to. The car ahead is blocking the whole road, and the trees on either side are preventing you from being able to swerve around it. 

The car following you parks, also blocking the road behind you. Two men in dark suits emerge from each car and casually surround the rental. One of them, from the car in front, walks over to the passenger side of your rental - he knocks on the glass twice. 

“Get out of the car.”

Choi unbuckles his seatbelt, taking his time, before reaching for the door handle. He pulls the latch and opens the door slowly. 

“Both of you.”

Your partner turns to you. “Do what they say,” he says quietly.

You follow the mystery man’s orders. It’s early, but the sun already stings your skin as you step out of the car.

You look at the men, trying to get some sense as to who they are, but you’ve never seen any of them before - you presume they would have nothing on themselves that would give any sort of identification anyway. The men’s guns remain in their holsters, but their hands rest on the frames. You don’t doubt that they would shoot you in a heartbeat if you made any funny moves.

“Open the trunk,” the same man orders to neither of you in particular. His tone is stern, but not overly aggressive.

You make eye contact with your partner. He gives you a slight nod.

You take the keys from the ignition and walk to the rear, inserting them in the lock and turning the key. The trunk lid gives a loud clunk as it pops open. The man signals to the two men that came up from behind you - they approach the trunk, pushing you out of the way as they open it. Choi’s hands clench into a fist, but he doesn’t move.

The men carelessly rummage through the trunk’s contents until they find what they were apparently looking for: Choi’s camera bag. The man opens it and pulls out the chunky Nikon, removing its film. 

“Hey, be careful with that!” Choi shouts angrily. 

Once the other man finishes fishes out the remaining film canisters from the bag, they put the camera back. They signal to the ringleader - he nods. The other men immediately return to their car.

The man in charge claps his hand onto Choi’s shoulder forcefully. 

“Thank you, Agents Choi and Y/ln - very much for your cooperation,” he says smugly. Choi shoves the man’s hand off his shoulder, teeth clenched. Without another word, the man heads back to his car. 

“You won’t get away with this forever,” Choi shouts after him. 

The man keeps walking. He doesn’t even turn his head as he replies mockingly.

“Keep up the good work, Agent Choi.”

You watch the cocky bastard enter the driver’s seat - both cars immediately take off. It was over as quickly as it had begun. 

You know Choi is infuriated, but more than anything he looks absolutely dejected. He leans onto the car, his head resting on his arm in defeat. 

“Who were those men?” you ask him quietly - but you suspect he doesn’t know either.

He takes a few moments before he lifts his head, resuming his posture. His saddened eyes lock with yours. 

“They’re the sons of bitches who make sure nobody knows the truth. Lying to the public, hiding information even from us - destroying all evidence that UFOs exist.”

He lets out a deep sigh. “I really thought I had it this time. Turns out, I was just really fucking stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” you tell him firmly. Softer, you add, “And I’m sorry that I didn’t believe you about… well, everything I guess.”

He laughs softly. “It’s okay, I don’t blame you. I’m the crazy alien guy in the basement, after all.”

He nudges you with his elbow, his voice friendly. “You know, you’re alright Agent Y/ln.”

You smile. “You’re alright too, Seungcheol.”

His face lights up at the sound of his first name. He smiles back at you warmly.

“Now, let’s actually get the fuck out of Iowa,” he says with vigor.

“That’s the best idea you’ve had all day.”

—

20 September 1993 Washington, D.C.

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

“Have a seat, Agent Y/ln.”

You sit in the sturdy oak chair across from the Assistant Director’s desk. You are, once again, joined by the nameless man - smoking his cigarette silently in the corner of the room.

“I read your report on the Iowa case,” Bergman tells you as he flips through the open file on his desk.

You wait for him to continue.

“It is certainly… of lower quality than your usual work.”

You hide a grimace. “What exactly was the problem with it, sir? I was very thorough.”

He gives you a tired look. “Yes, of course - but the report itself is not what I take issue with. What I take issue with is its contents. I assigned you to the x-files as a voice of reason - to rein in Agent Choi, not perpetuate his outlandish theories.

“With all due respect, sir, I followed standard protocol. My report gives no indication that I agree with Agent Choi’s conviction that what we saw was indeed a UFO, and that the government is responsible for some larger conspiracy - I simply detailed everything that I witnessed in Spirit Lake objectively as I experienced it.”

Bergman sighs before closing the file. “Alright, Agent Y/ln. You do good work. But next time, maybe try to prevent your partner from chasing after little green men.” 

“They’re supposedly gray, actually. According to Agent Choi,” you inform him matter-of-factly. 

Bergman stares at you, incredulous. He opens his mouth to say something, but gives up. He waves you out of his office. 

“Dismissed.”

[to be continued…]

[hanbinniesmango]

Good Riddance, Feels

kyy note// decided to post this on here since i already got it on ao3!! hope ya like it

It had been a day. A bad day. And you came back home to your boyfriend, Seungcheol, in a pissy mood. Not like you could help it, right? You walked in and plopped down on your shared couch not saying ‘hi’ or even taking a glance at him.

“Baby?” You don’t respond. He gets up from his spot at the kitchen counter and walks over to your spot on the couch. “Oh, hey.” You say to him, giving him a slight glance and then going back to your phone. “Hey?” He says with a raised eyebrow glaring down at you. “Something happen?” He adds as he starts to sit down next to you.

“I’m fine, stop worrying, please.” You say getting more annoyed by the second, you taking his worrying as nagging. “Are you sure hun?” He asks one last time before walking off completely. “YES. I’m ok! I just said that. Do I need to tell you again?” You yelp out, annoyance filling your expression on your face. He stares at you with an unreadable look. “That’s enough.” You turn to look at him in confusion, your brows furrowed. In one swift movement, he’s picked you up and has you bent over his shoulder carrying you to your shared bedroom with him and throwing you down onto the bed. “You’ve been being extra pissy ever since you have gotten home. I’m can’t with it anymore,”

He says crawling on top of you and giving you a stern look. “Don’t let your fucking bad day at work ruin your day with me, ok?” He says expecting an answer from you. “Yes..” You say all flustered while looking up at him, him getting closer and closer to the point where his lips are only a few seconds away from yours. You start to lean up to kiss him and he backs away with a smirk, your lips pulling into a slight frown. “So desperate for a kiss, huh, love?” He says teasingly as he caresses your face slowly. “You want a kiss?” He asks with a grin. “Yes..” You return in a needy tone. “Beg for it since you’re so desperate for it.” He says in a sadistic tone. You look at him with a needy, impatient look. “Do I really have to?” He nods. “Please, can you kiss me, please, I want it so bad, I want you so bad..” Something looks like it clicks in him. “That’s my good girl.”

He says with a hard grin before he dives down to catch your lips in a desperate kiss. Your tongues fight back and forth, drool slipping past both of your lips. He starts trailing his hands up to the hem of your shirt dragging it up and disconnecting the kiss just to get it fully over your head before going back to kissing you aggressively. A soft moan slips out into the kiss from you, him smiling against your lips. “Were you that needy for me to kiss you?” He says pulling away from you. “Bet you’re practically fucking dripping for me, hm?” He says with a smirk. “Can I?” He says with a slight smirk and a look up at you, he starts to un-zip your black business skirt after your desperate nod, the skirt being way too short for his liking.

He grins up at you and then presses two fingers up to your underwear, the pads pressed up to your clothed entrance. You hiss out softly at the contact, you sending a pleading look to him. “What? I’m touching you now, aren’t I?” He says in a teasing tone. You grimace at him, him laughing at your annoyed look. “Smartass.” You say turning your face away from his and rolling your eyes. He takes his fingers away only to move your underwear to the side, slender fingers starting to rub away at your clit causing stimulation to start at once. “Fuck..! Oh, my fucking godd…cheolll” You moan out at the sudden stimulation. “It’s gonna be a real hard time for you if you keep talking back love.” He says bringing his face up to yours, using his other hand to make sure you’re facing him, him wanting you to keep his eyes on him. His eyes piercing deeply into yours. “Does it feel good, love?”

You nod frantically starting to grip at the sheets beneath you. He then crawls down between your thighs, letting them go on both sides of his head. He then dives down onto your folds, slowly slidng his wet muscle up and down between them. You feel a shiver run down your spine, your thighs starting to enclose around his head as his lapping at your cunt gets quicker and more intense, the immense feeling making the feeling of a rope starting to tighten in your lower stomach. You feel something protruding your entrance, your mind in and out of haze every few seconds. You roll your eyes back and let your head hit the back of the pillows, two of his fingers working you open, scissoring and curling up into you. “Please more..” You croak out behind all the haze, you feeling your orgasm getting closer than ever. “Such a good girl, huh?” He says still fingering you, adding one more finger, the fingering getting a bit more faster than before. He leans up and wraps his hand around your throat and starts squeezing it hard, just not hard enough to hurt you, just to the right amount you can handle.

“My good fucking slut, hm?” He says with a hard grin looking down at your fucked out look. You let out a choked-out ‘yes’ while you try to nod as best as you can with your throat captivated by your hand. He removes his hand going back down to your needy cunt that he was fingering. “Fuck, you’re so wet, love.” He says groaning out. He attaches his mouth back to your clit, sucking and nibbling on the hood of your clit, your folds, anywhere his mouth can reach on your pussy. You grip at his hair absent-mindedly holding and pushing his face into your pussy, you feeling your climax creeping up. He laps faster wanting for you to let go, you bucking up into his face with tight thighs around his head. His fingers are rushing in and out of your entrance while his licking and sucking, you finally cumming on his face with shaky thighs and a loud moan.

You take a minute to calm down from the intense climax, him already standing up from your pussy, wiping his mouth off with his arm then taking off the rest of his clothes and yours as well. He gets to his last article of clothes, throwing it to the floor, and looking down at you, coming up to you. He leans down and kisses you, his lip working mercilessly against yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him into you. He pulls away from you panting slightly before bringing his hand up to your mouth. “Spit.” You gather the saliva in your mouth and quickly spit into his hand, him smirking down at you. “What an obedient slut.” He says to you playfully with a grin before bringing the hand to his cock, wrapping the hand with spit around it and stroking it up and down his length slowly, his head being thrown back from the friction. He then lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing his tip against your entrance, you both hissing back a moan. “I can tell you’re still gonna be tight, fuck..” He pushes his tip in quite easily due to your wetness, groaning out a curse. He pushes in all the way, letting out a slutty ass moan whilst bottoming out in you.

“Fuck, Please move..” You let out desperately, him starting to move off of his own instincts. He starts at a steady pace, holding onto your waist while pullign in and pulling out of your tight entrance growling out your name slightly. He starts going faster, his hands gripping onto your sides, the sound of skin slapping starting to echo throughout the bedroom. “Please faster, go faster, please cheolie..” You whine out gripping at the sheets under you, starting to feel warmness in your stomach to form. “You feel so fucking good, love..” He says thrusting in and out of you, head thrown back with moans and groans slipping out of his mouth. “Shit,” He mumbles something before giving you your next command. “Hands and knees now babe.” He grits out, you quickly moving to your next position feeling his hands groping your ass cheeks. He slips back inside of you, thrusting hard in and out of you. “I’m going to spank you, and I want you to count every single one, Understand me?” He looks at you with a hard look. You nod softly. “Use your words, love.” He says pulling your hair back to make you look at him. “Yes..” He smirks at you lovingly. He lets go of your hair and then, lays one smack on your ass, not being too hard at first. “One..” You hiss out. He delivers the next two together while slowly starting to move inside of you. “Two..Three..!” You cry out this time, some tears starting to leak from your eyes. “Take it like the good girl you are, love. I know you can do it.” He says, rubbing where he left the last 3 lashes.

“Two more, babe. Count ‘em.” He says with a smirk. He then hits those last two on your ass cheeks specifically harder than the others. You groaning out loudly, your words stuttering out of your mouth. “F..Four, Five!..” He smiles and rubs your cheeks slowly, soothing the pain there before going even faster inside of you with a grin. “That wasn’t so hard was it, love?” He says with a smirk you nodding hesitantly. You grip at the sheets harder feeling a knot start to coil in your stomach, him moaning loudly from his climax easing close as well. “Fuck..I’m gonna come...Please let me come…” You whine out. He groans out another curse. “Go ahead, come on my cock, pretty girl..” He moans out. With that command you grip at your own hair, feeling the knot in your stomach starting to come undone, you moaning out his name with empty pleas, your volume increasing as you finish off on his cock. He groans out as you come, your pussy tightening around him making him come inside of you with a low groan. “Love, fuck!..” He groans out still moving throughout his high, leaning down and turning your head to his making you kiss him.

He pulls away after a few seconds, pulling out of you slowly then, coming down next to you, bringing you into his arms, both of you panting in unison. “You were so good for me, babe..” He says kissing your sweaty forehead with a smile, you look up at him with a tired smirk. You laugh softly stopping abruptly due to your stomach growling a bit. He looks at you with a perplexed look. “Did you eat at work?” You shake your head ‘no’ with a smile. He opens his mouth, gasping dramatically. He gets up lying you down on the pillow underneath you then dashes out of the room and comes back in with your favorite snack and comes in under the covers with you snuggling up to you, you doing the same.

He picks up the remote on the stand next to the bed and turns on your favorite show, letting it play as you snack and snuggle up to him with a smile. Your bad day far out of your mind, and all good thoughts swarmed in your mind as your naked bodies snuggle up together happily. Good riddance, feels.

[hansolsticio]

✦ — "ruína". ᯓ c. seungcheol.

— ex-namorado! seungcheol × leitora. — 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮: smut. — 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3630. — 𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗼𝘀: sexo desprotegido (é crime), penetração, consumo de bebida alcoólica, ciúmes ♡, linguagem imprópria, choking levinho, menção (indireta) à anal, tapinhas ♡, oral (f), o cheol é tóxico ♡. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗮𝘀: ele é uma red flag aqui, mas cês vão descartar o pobre só por conta disso? olha pra todas as outras qualidades que ele tem...

Sete minutos. Faziam exatos sete minutos que sua noite havia sido arruinada. O nome da catástrofe? Choi Seungcheol. Suas amigas tentavam te convencer do contrário: não era o fim do mundo encontrá-lo aqui. Mas você era cabeça dura, pois uma coisa é ver os prints dos stories dele — que suas amigas casualmente te enviavam com a pura intenção de xingá-lo de todos os nomes possíveis — e outra coisa totalmente diferente é encontrá-lo pessoalmente pela primeira vez em três semanas.

Estava tudo indo muito bem, bem até demais — você deveria ter previsto que algo viria por aí. Num minuto você estava caminhando até o bar toda alegre, pronta para pedir mais uma daquelas bebidas coloridas que te faziam perder um pouco do seu senso moral, e no outro você estava dando de cara com um certo indivíduo que não parecia nada feliz em te ver ali. Era como ver um fantasma, tinha certeza que sua expressão estava mortificada.

Agora suas companheiras de festa tentavam te fazer voltar a si. Não havia motivo para se sentir intimidada com a presença dele: você é adulta e solteira, ponto final. Olhando de longe parecia a equipe do Rocky Balboa o instigando para mais uma luta. Você estava esperando o momento em que alguém te entregaria duas luvas e um protetor bucal, mas não aconteceu — uma pena, você adoraria deitar Seungcheol na porrada (ele merecia). Só que o ponto era: você não iria deixá-lo acabar com a sua diversão. Havia aceitado ir com a única intenção de seguir em frente, pois já estava na hora. Era isso, essa noite Seungcheol não existia.

Entretanto sua maior questão era provar para si mesma que ele "não existia". Tirá-lo do pensamento não era uma coisa muito fácil, não para você. Ele ainda te deixava desorientada sem sequer precisar falar contigo e isso era um mau sinal — mesmo com esse tempo longe, não parecia estar nem perto de superá-lo.

Precisava de uma distração. Qualquer rostinho bonito serviria, afinal não queria nada sério, só alguém que te fizesse parar de pensar um pouquinho. Desvencilhou-se de suas amigas com cautela, assegurando que estava bem e só estava indo se distrair. Achar um alvo interessante não foi uma tarefa difícil, logo avistou um moreninho apoiado em uma das paredes mais ao canto da boate. Ao julgar pelo olhar e pela postura ele parecia estar procurando o mesmo que você: diversão. No início, foi difícil se aproximar e puxar conversa. A última pessoa com a qual você tinha flertado era Seungcheol, havia perdido um pouco da manha. Mas como ele também parecia ter gostado de você, não demorou para retribuir suas intenções.

Papo vai, papo vem... você admitia que além de bonito ele também era engraçadinho — havia escolhido bem, não se importaria nada em dar alguns beijinhos nele caso a oportunidade aparecesse. Tomou mais um gole da sua bebida, ainda sorrindo com uma das cantadas descaradas que ele havia acabado de jogar para você. Estava vidrada no sorriso bonito, mas estranhou assim que a expressão do homem se tornou um reflexo de confusão. Havia algo errado no seu cabelo? Talvez tenha bagunçado um pouco. Levou uma das mãos para cima, tentando arrumar algum fiozinho que estivesse fora do lugar. O ar parou dentro dos pulmões assim que sentiu algo envolver seu pulso, seguido de um contato molhado na palma da sua mão — que você julgou ser um beijinho.

"Princesa?", a voz estava mais perto do que você havia previsto. Okay. Então a pressão que você sentiu em volta do seu corpo não era um espírito obsessor. Na verdade...

"Che- Seungcheol?", estar 'surpresa' era a descrição correta? Não, talvez 'em choque' se adequasse melhor à situação. Não entendia, você definitivamente havia visto ele — tinha até a impressão que ele fez questão que você soubesse que ele estava ali. Porém não achava que ele teria o atrevimento de vir até você.

"Te achei, hm? Tava se escondendo de mim, amor?", a música alta não te impediu de ouvir e sabia que seu novo 'pretendente' também era capaz de escutar. O comportamento constrangido do homem a sua frente não estava te ajudando a pensar. "Quer me apresentar 'pro seu amiguinho?", você não viu, mas o rosto de Seungcheol expressava desprezo em todos os detalhes.

"O que você 'tá fazendo aqui?", descartou todas as perguntas anteriores dele, optando por fazer uma você mesma. A mão dele já havia libertado seu pulso e agora descansava na sua cintura, um gesto automático.

"Tô cuidando de você, ué.", fazia algum tempo desde a última vez que havia escutado ele assim de pertinho e isso não estava fazendo bem para sua cabeça.

"Você conhece ele?", uma terceira voz furou a bolha que circundava vocês dois. Mal teve tempo de abrir a boca para responder.

"Claramente sim. E você? Quem é?", ele cuspiu as palavras como se a interrupção fosse totalmente indesejada — e realmente era.

"Não falei contigo. Você conhece ele, ____?", o homem pontuou sem tirar os olhos dos seus. Estava nervosa, se sentia colocada contra a parede. Concordou com a cabeça, murmurando um 'sim' baixinho. "Mesmo assim, quer que eu te leve daqui?", ofereceu com apreço. Seungcheol soltou uma risadinha baixa, um arrepio cortou sua espinha. Sentiu ele soltar sua cintura, como se te deixasse livre para escolher.

"Quer ir com ele ou quer conversar comigo, princesa?", deu um passo para trás, colocando as mãos nos bolsos. Era tudo teatral, nem por um segundo duvidou de você. Ele sabia que a escolha já havia sido feita assim que te viu pela primeira vez naquela noite.

"Desculpa.", você sussurrou para o homem a sua frente, depois de dissimular um rosto indeciso — como se realmente precisasse ponderar sobre o fato. Virou-se acanhada, fazendo de tudo para não olhar diretamente para a expressão vitoriosa de Seungcheol. Ele deu de ombros para o outro homem como se dissesse "pois é...". Você começava a se questionar se havia se rendido fácil demais — mas quem você queria enganar? era Seungcheol.

[...]

Deixou que a mão apoiada no fim da sua coluna te guiasse até o banheiro. Evitava levantar os olhos, tinha medo de dar de cara com as suas amigas te julgando. Foi a primeira a entrar no cômodo, apoiando-se no balcão da pia, ouviu Seungcheol trancar a porta.

"Seja rápido. Fala logo o que você quer me dizer.", cruzou os braços, finalmente havia respirado o suficiente para ser capaz de ao menos fingir não estar mexida com a presença dele.

"Ah, eu?", olhou para cima, fingindo pensar. "Eu queria dizer que...", se aproximou sorrateiro, como se você fosse atacá-lo a qualquer momento. "...que eu tô com saudades.", disse já bem pertinho, ameaçando pôr as mãos na sua cintura.

"Você fez aquela ceninha ridícula lá fora só 'pra me dizer que tá com saudades?!", questionou incrédula. Detestava saber que ele não tinha um motivo plausível para ter te arrastado até ali. Bem, ele até tinha um motivo, mas esse você não queria ouvir.

"Sentir falta de você não é o suficiente?", fez bico. Você tirou as mãos dele da sua cintura tão rápido quanto ele as colocou ali.

"Não. Não é."

"Você tá sendo muito cruel."

"E você tá sendo sonso. Fala, Seungcheol. Por que você me trouxe até aqui?", o vocativo era proposital, ele precisava se sentir contrariado para admitir suas próprias verdades. O homem suspirou exasperado, bingo!

"Porque eu não te queria perto dele. Era o que você queria ouvir?", forçou um semblante entediado e isso foi o suficiente para te deixar mais irritada.

"Esse é o caralho do seu problema. Você sente prazer em agir como um idiota por acaso? Foi exatamente por isso que a gente terminou.", Seungcheol era assim antes do relacionamento começar, você nem sabe porque esperava algo diferente da parte dele.

"E você acha seguro confiar num cara aleatório que você acabou de conhecer?", tentou virar a situação para você.

"Eu tenho idade suficiente 'pra saber o que eu faço com a minha vida. Já mandei você parar de tentar me controlar, é ridículo."

"Ridículo é você fingir que não queria estar aqui. Eu não te obriguei a vir comigo, então pra quê fazer esse drama todo?", te doía admitir que ele tinha um ponto, você poderia ter dito 'não'.

"E se eu não tivesse vindo, Seungcheol? O que você ia fazer?", vocês dois pareciam amar perguntas retóricas.

"Eu iria embora 'pra não acabar quebrando a cara daquele filho da puta. Simples assim.", a ameaça não te assustou, era de se esperar. Ver Seungcheol com ciúmes era como encontrar um garfo na cozinha: trivial. Não havia surpresa alguma nisso.

"Tá vendo o quão ridículo isso é? Não tem o menor sentido! Você não é meu dono. Se eu quisesse ficar com ele, eu ficaria."

"E você quer?", questionou de imediato, você virou o rosto com a pergunta — não era preciso responder. As mãos foram para sua cintura mais uma vez, só que você não as impediu. "Olha 'pra mim, princesa. Vai ficar disfarçando até quando? Eu sei que você também tá com saudades de mim .", o rosto dele estava tão pertinho, dava para sentir a respiração quentinha batendo na sua pele.

"Seungcheol-"

"Cheollie.", corrigiu. "Perdeu o costume, amor? Faz tanto tempo que eu te dei carinho, né?", selou seus lábios, sorrindo quando te viu se aproximar mais, querendo continuar o ósculo. A mão entrou mansinha no meio das suas pernas, fazendo um carinho singelo por cima da calcinha. "Sentiu minha falta, não foi?", se você fosse mais inexperiente acharia que o homem estava falando com você — mas tinha conhecimento suficiente para saber que ele estava falando com a sua buceta. "Seus dedinhos estão sendo suficientes, princesa?", agora sim era com você.

"Sim.", concordou com a cabeça, tentava ser convincente.

"Tem certeza que não 'tá mentindo pra mim?Dá pra ver na sua carinha, princesa. Se mela toda só de me ouvir falar.", levantou seu vestido e te suspendeu com cuidado, te colocando sentada em cima do balcão. "Qual foi a última vez que outra pessoa brincou com ela, hm?", já tirava sua calcinha com a sua ajuda, como se fosse costumeiro. Você não foi capaz de responder, crispando os lábios. "Eu fui o último, não fui?", disse entre risinhos, soava mais como uma afirmação que como uma pergunta. "Não tem graça foder com quem não sabe te comer direito, não é isso?", você começava a achar que Seungcheol falava demais e era muito presunçoso — parte disso era verdade e a outra parte era fruto do seu orgulho, detestava o fato dele estar certo. Franziu a testa, irritada. "Que foi? Acha que aquele desgraçado lá fora ia conseguir te deixar desse jeito?"

"Dá 'pra calar a boca e andar logo com isso?", arisca, quem ouvisse não diria que você estava escorrendo por causa dele.

"Ficou um tempinho sem mim e já voltou a ser mal criada?", os dígitos desciam e subiam em cima da sua intimidade, num carinho vagaroso. "Tá precisando apanhar um pouquinho.", estapeou seu pontinho, te alertando. Seu corpo retesou, acalmando-se quando sentiu os mesmos dígitos estimulando seu clitóris.

Colocou dois dedos dentro de você devagarinho, sem tirar os olhos dos seus. O homem sorriu assim que sentiu o quão molhada você estava. Estocou algumas vezes, vendo seu rosto franzir. Retirou-os devagar, colocando os mesmos dedos dentro da sua boca. Você não mostrou resistência, limpando os dígitos. Ele se abaixou com um rostinho sapeca, amando ver sua cara de expectativa. E foi a última coisa que você viu, os olhos se fechando assim que Seungcheol praticamente abocanhou sua buceta. A língua inquieta não sabia ficar paradinha num canto só, se enfiava na sua entrada sem dificuldade alguma, deixando tudo babadinho. Suas mãos se agarraram no cabelo do homem quando ele sugou seu pontinho entre os lábios, mamando de um jeito que te fazia arrepiar. Gemia dengosa, nem sabia como tinha conseguido ficar sem o seu Cheollie por tanto tempo.

Ele se levantou devagar, deixando um beijinho molhado por onde passava. Envolveu seu rosto entre as mãos, te puxando para um beijo cheio de saudades. O ósculo era uma bagunça, Seungcheol agia como se nunca mais fosse ser capaz de te beijar. Dava para sentir o desejo e o desespero misturados, isso deixava tudo ainda mais delicioso. Você fazia o que dava para retribuir, se sentia perdida agora que ele começava a roubar seu oxigênio. Ouviu um farfalhar, seguido de um barulho de zíper. O homem se separou por alguns segundos, só o suficiente para conseguir guiar a cabecinha para sua entradinha. Voltou a te beijar novamente, tão rápido quanto parou, vocês dois gemendo sensíveis quando ele entrou por completo.

O Choi parecia ter perdido a arrogância, grunhia vulnerável contra os seus lábios, estocando com necessidade. Parecia indeciso, dividido entre te beijar direito e te foder do jeito que ele queria. Seu corpo arrepiava com tudo, estava abertinha, podia sentir ele indo bem fundo. Também queria beijá-lo direitinho, mas havia outra parte de você que parecia estar muito mais carente por Seungcheol — e foi para essa parte que você resolveu ceder. Interrompeu o beijo com muita relutância por parte do homem que não queria te soltar. Você apoiou as mãos atrás do seu corpo, se abrindo mais ainda para o homem.

"Fode, Cheol.", pediu com a voz por um fio. Escutou o homem grunhir, ele tomou seu quadril com as mãos e te trouxe para a borda da superfície. Passou a estocar com afinco de um jeito quase animalesco. Você sentia seu corpo arder, o barulhinho molhado que soava quando os corpos se chocavam virando só um zumbido dentro das suas orelhas. Se surpreendeu consigo mesma quando gozou, a onda de prazer te levou sem avisar. As pernas tremendo, enquanto você jogava a cabeça para trás, sem saber o que fazer consigo mesma.

Chamava por Cheol manhosa com a sensibilidade. Seus braços já não tinha forças para sustentar o peso do seu corpo, sentia-os tremendo enquanto tentava se manter na posição. As mãos do homem forçando suas pernas abertas também não te ajudavam muito.

"Abre 'pra mim.", ouviu-o ordenar sem muito capricho. Ele nem precisava explicar, você já sabia o que significava — já estava acostumada, fez isso mais vezes do que era capaz de se lembrar. Apoiou totalmente o antebraço no mármore gelado, temia cair se tentasse se sustentar só em uma mão, o torso descendo mais como consequência. Sentiu-o retirando-se de você num movimento lento, o homem sabia que aquilo te dava aflição — fazia-o só para ver seu rostinho torcido. Sua mão desceu trêmula até sua intimidade assim que ele finamente saiu por completo. Usou os dedos para separar os lábios, realmente se "abrindo" para Cheol.

"Porra, assim...", ele passou a se punhetar com vigor, os olhos vidrados no meio das suas pernas. O vinco entre as sobrancelhas ficando mais evidente, enquanto a boquinha vermelha se abria deixando a respiração ofegante sair sem empecilhos. Observou ele guiar a glande para o lugar certinho, sabia bem o que estava por vir. Sua entradinha se apertou contra o vazio quando o homem finalmente gozou, fez questão de derramar tudo bem em cima da sua buceta — sequer fechou os olhos, pois adorava ver a porra escorrer. A mão grande se fechou no seu pescoço mais uma vez, mas sem pressão, somente com a função de te puxar para um beijo sujo.

O homem devorava seus lábios com destreza, mordendo e sugando como se realmente quisesse tirar um pedaço seu. Usava a língua de forma obscena, como se estivesse fodendo sua boca com ela — ele até mesmo sorria com a ação, pois sabia que você pensava de forma semelhante. Você estava zonza, quase não percebeu quando a outra mão escorregou para o meio das suas pernas. Sentia dois dígitos repetidamente recolhendo o líquido esbranquiçado e se enfiando dentro de você. Tentou agarrar o pulso de Cheol, ainda estava sensível demais. Não adiantou de nada, ele era claramente mais forte que você, continuou te estimulando sem dificuldade.

"Tá querendo desperdiçar, princesa? Vou ter que te dar mais um pouquinho então.", sussurrou contra os seus lábios, ainda sorrindo com o jeito que você tentava recusar os dedos dele. "Vira esse rabo 'pra mim.", te deu um tapinha na coxa para reforçar o comando. Você arregalou os olhos e ele teve a audácia de rir da sua expressão. "Não é isso que 'cê 'tá pensando, princesa. Quer dizer, hoje não.", arqueou uma das sobrancelhas. "E nem faz essa cara, eu sei que você tá com saudades disso também.", tentou conter o riso. "Fica calminha que eu só vou brincar com um buraquinho hoje.", te assegurou, enfiando a ponta do polegar na sua entradinha. "Anda logo."

Você suspirou, esforçando-se para erguer o corpo cansadinho da bancada. O Choi até te ajudou assim que perdeu a paciência com a sua lentidão. Não demorou para finalmente estar de frente para os espelhos, sentindo o corpo rígido colado no seu. Até se assustaria com o seu estado no espelho, mas o homem atrás de você já havia te arruinado tantas vezes que nem valia mais a surpresa.

"Você fica uma delícia quando 'tá desse jeito, princesa.", selou seu pescoço com carinho, os braços fortes rodeando sua cintura. "Toda acabadinha, o rostinho zonzo depois de tanto levar pau.", agora massageava seus seios de um jeitinho cuidadoso. "Você gosta de ficar assim, amor? Burrinha pela minha pica?", você admitia que isso fez você se molhar de um jeito vergonhoso. Seungcheol não estava bêbado, mas era perceptível que ele havia tomado uma dose ou outra — estava desinibido demais, cruel demais.

"Cheollie..."

"Gosta?", apertou seus seios de maneira dolorosa, exigindo uma resposta.

"Gosto."

"Ótimo. Vou te foder mais um pouquinho, princesa. Até você lembrar quem é o dono dessa buceta aqui.", desferiu dois ou três tapinhas, como se reafirmasse as próprias palavras. Usou as próprias pernas para forçar a abertura das suas, enfiando-se dentro de você sem dificuldade alguma — ainda estava molhadinha, a "contribuição" anterior dele ajundando no processo. Sentiu suas pernas fraquejarem. Sabia que não iria demorar a gozar de novo, então resolveu brincar com a própria sorte.

"Eu não tenho dono.", forçou as palavras entre arfares, sentir ele se enfiando em você por completo não ajudava muito na sua dicção. Era uma das poucas pessoas que, em sã consciência, tinham a coragem de brincar com ego de Seungcheol.

"Repete.", soou austero e isso só piorou sua situação. "Mandei repetir.", a força das estocadas aumentaram. Você teve que segurar o peso do próprio corpo com as mãos, senão cairia de cara no mármore.

"Cheol..."

"Não consegue nem falar e acha que pode decidir alguma coisa?", riu com escárnio. Você queria chorar de tesão, se empinava mais sentindo o estímulo gostoso bem no fundo na sua buceta. Choramingava baixinho, tentando se conter. Seu corpo foi puxado de solavanco, agora sentia o peitoral do homem totalmente grudado nas suas costas. Ele passou a meter com mais vigor, diminuindo a cadência — era lento e forte, perfeito para te deixar mais fraca. Seus olhos se apertaram, não sabia o quanto podia aguentar. "Abre os olhos.", como sempre, o comando veio acompanhado de uma mini tortura, dessa vez seu cabelo foi o alvo. Não serviu de muita coisa, a dorzinha só servindo para te fazer apertá-los mais. "Abre essa porra ou eu paro de meter."

Era argumento suficiente. Seus olhos se abriram com dificuldade, vislumbrando uma das cenas mais imorais que já havia visto. Seungcheol te olhava no reflexo de uma maneira completamente pervertida. Seu corpo balançava, os seios pulando enquanto ele te tomava, promíscuo. O som das peles se chocando ecoando pelo banheiro não ajudavam a melhorar a situação. A mão correu até o seu pescoço, novamente fechando-se contra a sua garganta.

"Eu não sou seu dono, é?", sussurrou, as orbes ainda encarando as suas através do reflexo.

"N-não.", não sabe de onde havia tirado forças para continuar provocando, estava prestes a se desmanchar de novo.

"Mas 'cê tá gozando no pau de quem? Hm?.", fez pressão no seu pescoço, muito satisfeito com a sua carinha. "Deu sua bucetinha 'pra algum outro filho da puta por acaso? Aposto que não.", a mão livre fez carinho no seu clitóris, seu olho quase revirou. "Cê não faria isso, 'né amor? Você não é putinha desse jeito...", cochichou a última parte, sabia que era degradante — e, pior ainda, sabia que te dava tesão. "Só sabe ser putinha comigo, não é, princesa? Nem precisei de muito esforço. Foi facinho te fazer dar 'pra mim.", estapeou suas coxas algumas vezes, como se te repreendesse pela ação — totalmente contraditório. "Mas é só porque você me ama, não é, princesa?", falou manso, se enfiando lá no fundo. Você concordou com a cabeça, os olhos fechadinhos, completamente rendida. "Ama o seu Cheollie?", rosnou pertinho da sua orelha, sentindo você gozando. Molhou-o novamente, tremendo enquanto chegava lá.

"Amo o meu Cheollie.", sussurrou fraquinha, mas sabia que ele havia escutado. O sorrisão que ele te deu pelo reflexo no espelho deixava isso bem explícito. Sentiu ele estocar mais algumas vezes, ficando bem juntinho quando finalmente te encheu, esporrando lá no fundo. Um selo casto foi deixado no seu ombro.

"Minha princesinha é tão linda.", observou seu estado arruinado no espelho. Parecia exausta, quem te visse saberia muito bem o que Cheol havia feito com você. "Eu amo tanto você, princesa... 'cê vai ficar comigo, não vai? Vai me deixar cuidar de você de novo?", o tom era de súplica, os olhinhos grandes pareciam brilhar mais do que nunca.

Você não precisou de muito tempo para pensar, essa escolha também havia sido feita junto com a primeira. Nunca esteve em posição de negar nada para Seungcheol, vocês dois eram a ruína um do outro.

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[aaniag]

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[403tarot]

hello! can you do reading on if the seventeen members have met their future spouses yet? ty!

HAVE SEVENTEEN MEMBERS MET THEIR FS?

*based on tarot. take it lightly.

seungcheol: haven't met them yet but he is so, so close ... about 2 more years, or even less if he recovers from his past relationships' break ups earlier than expected.

jeonghan: yes, but they're not in a relationship yet

joshua: nope, probably will meet his person in the next year

jun: already met them but they're not together anymore... it's someone whom he already had a relationship with

hoshi: no, if things stay this way he'll meet them in about 5 years

wonwoo: same as junhui but or they had a recent broke up or he loves this person so much that he can't stop thinking about being with them again, all the time

woozi: nope but if he changes his mentality and opens up more emotionally, he will have the opportunity to meet his person in about 2 years

minghao: not yet, will probably meet his future spouse in the next 2 years

mingyu: no but this can be something he been daydreaming about. he can meet his future spouse still this year.

dk: no, dk will meet them in about 5 years...

seungkwan: same as dk

vernon: yes, he already met them but didn't want to say anything more to me

dino: yes, i don't know if they're in a relationship or just fuckin but he likes her