#being caged in cheol's arms would fic 99% of my problems but WHAT

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

for hard hours imagine sitting in between cheol’s legs with his hand rubbing your clit, the other hand around your neck, and his legs wrapped around yours to keep them open. sorry but the visual is INSANEEE to me and like him dirty talking in your ear with his deep voice 🧎🏻‍♀️

“thought you were more interested in playing your game, love.”

and it’s true—you were. then seungcheol, fresh out of the shower, took it upon himself to settle behind you, wrap an arm around your middle, and provide free, unsolicited commentary on your playthrough of breath of the wild.

then his hand under your tee, warm on your stomach (“when’s zelda showing up?” “she’s not in this area, loser.”). kisses, languid and more tongue than not, on your shoulder. his other hand finds your inner thigh, which would normally be fine, except it lingers a little high and you’re notably not wearing shorts.

no matter. you have things to do and none of them involve seungcheol at the moment. the controller is cool and grounding in your hands and you’re not easily distracted.

distraction is a cruel mistress, though, because two loading screens later, his thumb finds your clit through the silk of your underwear. he’s slow, gentle, just running it over the thin fabric.

“how’s takeout sound for dinner?” he asks, voice low. “sound good to you?”

“y-yeah.”

it’s your worst trait, but your stubbornness will not allow you to just put the controller down and let whatever is happening to just happen.

you buy some arrows, mind level as he strokes you over your underwear. never mind that you can feel his cock, half hard, pressed up against your back. you briefly think about the night before now, when you were gagging on it, your own hand down your shorts. but you digress—ignorance must be bliss.

“thai? greek? i can pick it up.” his voice has dropped an octave, and it’s such a little thing, but it still makes your tummy knot into itself. just a little more pressure on your sensitive cunt, and traitorously, your feel your thighs spread for him, just a little. “wouldn’t wanna distract you from your game.”

“you-you wouldn’t be.”

whatever he’s doing feels really fucking good, though. you’re scared to look down from the screen because you know you’ll see his forearm strong against your front, veiny hand between your legs, and it’ll all be over for you.

you kill some goblins. then he peels your panties, arousal-sticky, to the side, letting his skin kiss yours.

fuck, he swears under his breath, and you almost whimper out loud. two fingers slide between your pussy lips, and before you know it, he’s holding them in front of your face. they’re so, so glossy with your slick, and you let yourself go a little by taking them into your mouth. the tang hits your tongue and he groans behind you and you feel your mind fuzz up with desire all at once.

it’s dizzying but you are no quitter. not even when he bites your earlobe, murmuring something about how wet you are and how he wants to bend you over the couch and fuck you into tomorrow.

it’s a little harder when he’s fucking those fingers into you, trapping your legs behind his so you can’t avoid him any longer. your hands are losing grip of the controller and you’ve stopped trying to fight the rock of your hips into his hand.

“you were doing so good,” he laughs. “still focused?”

“y-yeah,” you breathe. “don’t know what you’re talking about.”

he grinds the heel of his palm into your clit, letting the pads of his fingers hook into your g-spot. “how about now?”

you shake your head, but you put the controller down. your eyes are watering with pleasure and you can’t really see the screen anyway.

teeth on your jaw. a hand on your neck. a rough thumb on your clit, and the cruel realization that he’s got you trapped in his arms and you like it.

“now?”