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bangtanintotheroom · 6 months ago

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Just Like Candy (M)

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

But you know that it ain't real cherry, know that it ain't real cherry

🔊 candy - doja cat (spotify | soundcloud) 🔊

• Pairing: S.Coups x (F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Strangers to Lovers, Angst, Smut

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 7.3k

• Summary: Following a breakup, Seungcheol is looking for a distraction for the night. You catch his eye with your red lips and the rest is history.

• Warnings/themes: mentions of a breakup, sulky Cheol 🥲, his friends are real ones, drinking, swearing, one night stand, flirting, making out, dirty talk, handjobs, fingering, oral (m. and f. receiving), c*me swallowing, strength kink, manhandling, hint of begging, OC’s lips are often compared to 🍒

• Notes: Welp, here it is; my first Cheol fic! I didn't plan to take this long to finish, but between work, getting sick and my bestie's birthday, ya girl has been busyyy 🥲 but here he is, so enjoy! 🎉 much thanks to @hobeemin for the beta! 💖

Seungcheol was barely paying attention to his friends' conversation, trying desperately not to go onto his ex’s Instagram and check her recent stories. But every time his thumb hovers over the multi-colored circle with her smiling face, the recent events play through his mind. It leaves a bitterness on his tongue, which ends up with him closing the app for what must have been the fifth time.

“Hyung, get off of there.”

He looked up to see Wonwoo giving him a stare of sternness mixed with worry, feeling sheepish that he was caught red-handed. Then again, he must have noticed earlier and only chose to say something now.

“Sorry.”

Wonwoo sighed, leaning in and speaking lowly, “If you keep going on there, I’m going to confiscate your phone.”

Seungcheol’s brows knitted at the warning.

“And what if someone tries to reach me?”

“Then I’ll give it back, but until then, you won’t have phone privileges.”

He couldn’t help but click his tongue. As annoying as the threat was, he secretly appreciated Wonwoo’s way of keeping him from doing something he might regret, like reaching out to his ex less than two weeks later rather than continuing to play it cool.

It wasn’t heartbreak, per se, just a loss of familiarity and a routine that bothered him. He was used to checking up on her at certain times, often receiving the same energy back. Plus, the lack of cuddling and deficiency of sex was about to start making him restless.

He appreciated the tough love because the rest of the men in the car showed their support by dragging him to an unruly house party that he wasn’t even sure he’d enjoy.

“Yah, is he on his phone again?”

Wonwoo replied to Seungkwan’s question from the front with, “He sure is.”

Every other occupant groaned in exasperation, Chan peering around him to scold, “Seungcheol-hyung, focus! You’re supposed to have fun with us tonight, not pine over her!”

“Just block her already!”

Seungcheol quickly snapped at Joshua’s quip, “No, because then I’ll look bitter.”

“So?”

Seungkwan turned around in the passenger seat to look directly at him, seeming to be about to give the most unhelpful advice ever.

“Hyung, you want my suggestion?”

“No.”

“Too bad. Fuck her feelings, respectfully—” He was quick to throw in that word after the elder’s face began twisting in displeasure. “—she decided to end it, and she’s out there living her best life while you’re moping around. Be selfish for once and focus on your well-being!”

Chan joined in, “Exactly! Are you going to let her distract you from having a good time with us tonight?”

The eldest wanted to fight back on instinct, but the more he stewed on his friends’ words, the more he realized they had a point. What was the use of getting in his feelings? He’d just end up being the downer of the group and waste the effort they put in to have him get dressed and come out. Even though it had been a while since he went to a party of this size, the tiniest part of him was excited. His ex was the type to avoid get-togethers like this, so he often put off the guys’ invites in favor of pleasing her.

But she wasn’t around anymore…

He sighed heavily. Hopefully, he’d be distracted enough that she wouldn’t run through his mind until he returned to his bed and deleted more of their couple pictures.

“No, I’m not.”

His response was met with a round of cheers, drowning out the hip-hop blaring from the speakers.

“That’s the spirit!”

Joshua took advantage of the red light to turn and shoot a proud smile.

“We just want you to have fun, yeah? So quit sulking.”

Seungcheol did himself no favors by narrowing his eyes and pushing his lower lip out.

“I’m not sulking.”

As expected, Joshua gave an eye roll amidst the chorus of laughter, turning back around to continue driving. Seungcheol decided to get more involved in the conversation for the rest of the trip, only glancing at his phone for notifications. Not once did he hop onto Instagram, choosing to entertain a heated debate over who would be the first casualty tonight. His money was on Seungkwan, who fought against the accusation with insistence.

Either way, he hoped his friends continued to distract him for the rest of the night like this.

The plan to distract Seungcheol was going poorly. Actually, no. Poorly was an understatement.

It was going horrendously.

Everything was fine when they stepped into the party. It was easy to get accustomed to the noise and the crowd of bodies, especially once a red cup was shoved into his hand. One of his favorite songs was even playing, his foot automatically tapping to the beat while listening to Joshua and Chan converse.

But it went horribly awry when a drunk Seokmin and Soonyoung bounded up to them, asking where his other half was.

His reaction was as instantaneous as his friends’, yet more subtle. Seungcheol tensed up and clenched his jaw, fingertips making a dent in the plastic cup. Of course, the duo was too far gone to see his sudden change in mood; they only blinked in confusion when Seungkwan began yelling at them for their goof. Just as Wonwoo started explaining why their greeting was poorly thought out, the eldest quickly excused himself, turning and making a beeline for the much less crowded kitchen.

He wasn’t sure if he needed something more substantial to drink or to remove himself from a messy situation. Either way, he ended up staring blankly into the icy assortment of beers in front of one of the many coolers.

So much for distracting himself tonight.

“Excuse me?”

A steady voice brought him out of his wallowing, looking over his shoulder to see a young woman standing behind him, pointing to the cooler.

“Mind if I get in there?”

“O-Oh. Sorry.”

Seungcheol swiftly stepped aside, feeling a bit abashed at getting in the way. You didn’t seem to mind too much though, sending a smile as you squatted down to begin rummaging through your options.

“Indecisive?”

He blinked at your query.

“Huh?”

You continued speaking while rifling through, “You were staring down here for a hot minute.”

Oh shit, was he? Damn. He must have looked like a party pooper, no doubt sulking as he tried to get himself back into a festive mood.

“Uh, yes, let’s call it that…”

A giggle escaped at the unconvincing reply. Within a few seconds, you popped back up with two different-looking bottles in each hand.

“Are you more of a fruity or bitter kind of guy?”

“Bitter.”

You held out one of the beers, waiting until he took it with a bit of confusion mixed with gratitude.

“Thank you…”

“Of course. You look like you need it.”

Seungcheol huffed, shoulders sagging a bit as he smiled pensively.

“That bad, huh?”

A nod was given, albeit paired with a sympathetic look.

“Yeah.”

He sighed at your observation, the urge to crawl away and hide in a corner until the party ended coming strong. This was another thing he wanted to avoid: the pity people would give him. In the words of Chan, he looked like a lost puppy whenever he caught him thinking about his ex. Surely, that’s what you were reminded of as you continued to gaze up at him.

“My friends dragged me here to distract me from…recent events, but I don’t think it’s working very well.”

“I can see that. I rarely see people not enjoying themselves at one of Seokmin’s parties.”

Your words might have had sincerity, but Seungcheol could only feel more insecure. He stuck out like a sore thumb; that was the last thing he wanted to happen tonight.

Just as he was about to excuse himself to wallow in misery, you asked something that caught him off-guard.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Seungcheol couldn’t help but blink rapidly, ensuring he didn’t mishear you.

A complete stranger offering an ear?

“No, I couldn’t burden you; I’m sure you came to have fun.”

But you were undeterred, shrugging nonchalantly.

“It’s fine, really. I could use some quiet time—” You grinned without an ounce of regret. “—and sometimes it’s good to have a stranger’s ear, no?”

Well…you weren’t wrong. Although Seungcheol wasn’t expecting to find a willing participant at a house party, of all places. But you seemed eager to help, and God knows his friends have probably heard enough of his lamenting by now.

A shrug of his shoulders was followed by, “If you’re offering, sure.”

Your smile stretched even wider at his approval, reaching for his free hand with your own before leading him to the sliding glass doors on the other side of the room.

“Step into my office.”

“Let me guess…a breakup?”

Straight to the point.

“Yeah.”

“How long?”

He needed to take a swig to answer this.

“Two years.”

It was no surprise to see a grimace on your face.

“Yikes. My condolences.”

Seungcheol wasn’t sure if he tried to ease you or himself with the comforting smile he gave.

“Thank you, but breakups happen all the time. I’ll be over it soon.”

“Doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck right now. Nothing wrong with wallowing in misery.”

He scoffed lightly, “Trust me, I’ve been doing more than enough of that.”

You hummed, seeming to understand.

“So was she ‘the one’?”

Seungcheol paused in raising his beer bottle, thick brows scrunching as he took a few seconds to ponder before shaking his head.

“No, I wouldn’t say that. It was serious, but not that serious.”

You nodded, yet there was a bout of silence afterward while he stewed on how to express his feelings since the first night his former girlfriend removed her possessions from his place.

“I think it’s…like something is missing. Like I was so used to having her around and there to talk to or spend time with, it feels off.”

“You got comfortable.”

Seungcheol continued, “I did. And now she’s not here anymore.”

Saying this admission out loud pulled the deepest of sighs from his lungs.

“It’s just going to take some getting used to.”

“But you’ll be okay…one day.”

Your sincerity in tone made his head turn, and he saw you gazing at him with something akin to optimism.

“It might not be tomorrow. Might not be next week. But it’ll get easier one day and you’ll be able to think about her without feeling like you’re missing out. Trust me—“ The way your mouth quirked humorlessly on one side as you glanced through the window spoke volumes. “—I know.”

Seungcheol watched as your eyes lingered on the house, seeming to allude to a specific person. He couldn’t help but turn to see if he could figure it out. His answer was received when he spotted a handsome man with cropped black hair getting close to a giggling woman. Sure enough, the look in your eyes was close to what he had expressed lately.

No wonder you offered to hear him out.

“I’m sorry.”

His words broke your trance, turning back to blink rapidly before chuckling.

“Thank you, but it was for the best. He wasn’t exactly the most faithful.”

Seungcheol frowned. “Ouch.”

“Mhm. Well, it is what it is. Now we’re free to fool around with whoever we want, so everyone wins!”

He couldn’t hold back a small laugh at your exuberant claim.

“You have a point.”

The grin you directed at him made his own wider. He didn’t expect a stranger to ease the trouble brewing inside tonight, but your perspective on the situation was refreshing. If anything, his determination to enjoy the party to the fullest returned. You probably wanted to get back to whatever you were doing before, too…

“Thank you for offering your ear. I’m sure you want to return to the party now, right?”

Just as Seungcheol started shifting to stand up, you held up your free hand to halt him.

“I don’t mind hanging with you some more. My friends are kind of bouncing around and doing their own thing, but if you want to go to yours, I’ll let you go.”

…but did he want to go to them?

“I…Honestly, I’m not in a rush, but please don’t feel obligated to stick around.”

Your expression shifted into one of ease.

“No obligation on my end. I kind of…want to keep talking to you.”

Seungcheol’s dark eyes widened at your admission, taken off-guard. “You do?”

“Mhm. You seem cool, uh—”

Right. Neither of you had given your names.

“Seungcheol.”

You quickly clasp the hand he held out, shaking it with a smile.

“Y/N.”

Your hold lingered for a bit, fingers dragging along his own when you finally released, making the tiniest of tugs occur in his stomach. He couldn’t help but be a little excited that you wanted to keep talking to him, expecting to go your separate ways after he vented. The mutual feeling gave him a burst of emotion that needed an outlet, excusing himself to grab another beer for the both of you.

Your ex was still in the kitchen, tongue now tangled with the other woman. Seungcheol couldn’t help but scrunch his nose a little at the sight, mainly thanks to what you had told him earlier. But he fought against the urge to toss an ice cube from the cooler at his head and left with a bottle in each hand, giving one to you as soon as he returned.

“Thank you!” Once he got back in his seat, you held your drink up in the air. “To a fun night! Oh, and fuck our exes.”

Seungcheol laughed at your ad-lib, joining in by tapping his bottle against yours. The two of you moved onto much lighter topics, getting to know each other while sitting on the quiet patio. You were better acquainted with the party host than he was, mentioning how you tended to attend most of Seokmin’s get-togethers. He wondered if he had ever passed by you before or vice versa; a shame it took this long to meet.

At some point, the gap between your bodies had dwindled, knees bumping into each other as you showed off pictures of your pets. The way you cooed and had stars in your eyes as he scrolled through his endless gallery of Kkuma pics didn’t fail to warm his heart. And seeing how your chest puffed while bragging about your own fur baby only made it worse.

But then the phones went down and the mood shifted eventually.

The alcohol and good conversation led to Seungcheol noticing little things about you. Like how you rubbed your collarbones whenever you were deep in thought. Or that you kept grabbing onto his thick forearm each time you wanted to emphasize your words, eyes wide and determined for them to sink in. He didn’t mind the touch at all, but it started encroaching into dangerous territory when he began focusing on your mouth a little too hard.

He wasn’t sure if it was the shape of your lips or how the thick gloss sat on them, but looking at them reminded him of cherries. Trying to ensure he responded to your words was becoming difficult by the minute, fighting the urge to lean down and sink his teeth in. It didn’t help whenever the lusciousness parted and showed off pearly whites and hints of tongue.

“Seungcheol.”

Out of nowhere, you called his name, making him jump as he tried to act like he wasn’t hardcore staring at your lips.

“Yes?”

The cherries tilted upwards as a hand came up and gently tapped a knuckle against his exposed forehead.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

Your compliment and touch only made his cheeks flare, mouth parting as he prepared to express himself in a way that wasn’t corny or desperate.

“Your lips are gorgeous.”

So much for that.

But you seemed to be pleasantly surprised at his admission, grinning wider as you tucked a hair behind your ear.

“Yeah? Thank you, but I can’t help but feel like that’s not all…”

Seungcheol swallowed hard as you challenged him, wanting to know precisely what he had running through his mind.

“I want to kiss you right now.”

Confidence was more present this time, watching your head tilted in thinly veiled curiosity.

“Oh?” A foot came up and caressed his ankle as you continued, “What’s stopping you?”

Well, he wasn’t the type to just go in for something like that without asking first, so—

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

You looked out into the backyard, humming as you pretended to be thinking deeply about your answer, even though the rubbing sensation on his leg hinted at it.

“Mm…yeah, I do—” Finally, your eyes landed on his again, a sparkle in them that wasn’t there before. “maybe I want more than that.”

Seungcheol felt a heat building inside that had been dormant for too long. This interaction was going in a completely unplanned direction, but surprisingly, he didn’t find himself against it.

“Do…do you?”

The nod you gave had zero shame and hesitation behind it.

Ah. Well. There wasn’t any room for confusion, but he had to get this out.

“I’m not looking for anything serious, I—“

But you halted him by putting your finger on his lips.

“I know. Neither am I. We’re just distracting each other—“ A simple smile. “—right?”

Thank goodness you were on the same page.

“Right.”

Pleased with that, you removed your finger before standing up, setting your empty bottle on the nearby table. You then held your hand out, waiting until Seungcheol took it and stood up, following close as you led him back inside the house. The two of you had to zigzag through the crowd, narrowly avoiding dancing bodies. Finally, the stairs were within reach, increasing his heart as you guided him. He looked back into the crowd, barely catching a glimpse of his friends before you continued to pull him out of sight.

When they realized he disappeared, there was definitely going to be some severe questioning later on.

You led him into one of the bedrooms, making sure there were no unwelcome occupants first. When Seungcheol pulled the door in behind him, you quickly spun around, directing the coyest of looks up.

“You might want to lock it; I’d hate for us to get interrupted.”

Realizing that you had a point, he swiftly turned the lock sideways, finding the act and noise a little more comforting. Being walked in on was never fun, especially when you were fooling around in a stranger’s bed.

As soon as he finished, you reached for his hands before stepping back to stand in front of the queen-sized bed in the middle of the room.

“Last chance to back out.”

Seungcheol couldn’t help but knit his brows a bit as he pondered. Was he really about to fool around with a complete stranger?

This was out of character for him. Even when he was single, getting in bed with someone he had only known for a couple of hours was a thought he never entertained. But this was now and he was, to put it lightly, yearning for some physical contact that would keep him distracted for the night.

And quite frankly, he didn’t want to say no to you.

“Seungcheol?”

The light call of his name brought him out of his thoughts, looking down to see you gazing up with mild concern.

“You alright?”

He was quick to nod and smile reassuringly, replying, “Yes. Sorry, just…got in my head for a bit.”

Your expression eased up, tongue clicking as you squeezed his hands.

“Well, we can’t have any more of that. C’mon.”

You maneuvered Seungcheol around so his back was facing the bed now.

“Quit thinking about your ex and focus.”

“Believe me, I’m trying. I might need a little more help on your end.”

His voice hints at encouragement, shifting you into a more domineering mood. Your cherry lips twist into an undaunted grin as you let go of his hands.

“Of course. Even if it’s for a moment—“ All of a sudden, he felt a push to his chest and found himself falling to the bed before looking up at your salacious smile. “—I’ll make you forget all about her.”

You crawled up and on to straddle his lap, making his breath hitch at the intimate contact. With your palms planted next to his head, you shot him a wicked ruby smile before leaning down to place your lips on his own. The kiss is quick to build back up whatever arousal he had lost on the way here, helped by the way your hips started ever so slowly to grind down. You’re in a perfect position to have your clothed center on top of his concealed cock, each ounce of friction awakening it.

Moans started to fill the dim room with each second that passed. Seungcheol found himself hesitating to lay his hands on you, too used to having them on another body instead. But then his brain was quick to remind him that there was no need to hold back.

And so he rested his palms on your waist, playing it safe for now.

But you didn’t let him remain stationary for long, breaking the kiss to place your hands on top of his and whisper, “Don’t be shy.”

The encouragement was a helpful trigger, fingers roaming your body as soon as you let go. He carefully ran them up and down the curves of your waist before taking a chance and moving them to the front and upwards. A quick glance was given to your face as he went and cupped your covered breasts, biting his lip at the soft sound you made. Giving a light squeeze earned him a louder noise and a roll of your hips.

“Knew your hands would feel nice…”

Your husky whisper only spurred him on, sliding one of his hands back down and around to give your bottom the same attention.

“Did you?”

“Mhm—” A firmer grope interrupted your sentence. “—kept staring while you were holding your beer.”

Seungcheol chuckled lightly at your admission, glad he wasn’t the only one fixating on mundane body parts. You allowed him to continue feeling your body, dipping down for an occasional kiss, only to halt him eventually. When his brows furrowed in confusion, your red lips curled as you moved down to sit on his thighs.

“I have to get my hands on you ASAP.”

There was no objection on his end as he removed his hands, letting them rest to the side as you got a feel of him. The heat of your skin penetrating his shirt brought a welcome warmth to his veins. He almost forgot what it felt like to be touched by another, feeling like it had been way too long. Before the relationship ended, he had gone a few weeks without being intimate. Only now was he realizing how badly he needed this.

You ventured downwards, nudging the hem of his tee up until a sliver of stomach and his belt buckle showed. A tap above his waistband brought his eyes to yours.

“You still sure about this?”

Seungcheol blinked at you checking in, not expecting it. But it was much appreciated, even though his answer was still—

“Yeah.”

That was all you needed to continue, smirking as you started to work on loosening the belt. It didn’t take long for you to get through to undo his fly, making his heart pound hard enough to rupture his eardrums nearly. It takes a good amount of self-control for Seungcheol not to jump when your hand slips into his underwear. And it takes even more for him to stay steady when fingers wrap around his cock.

“Can barely wrap my hand around you.”

Your hushed observation made him twitch in your grasp, pulling in his lower lip when you slipped his length out. You released him to spit into your palm, replacing your hold before beginning to stroke slowly. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until it came out. Soon enough, soft grunts left his mouth.

“Are you distracted now?”

Seungcheol licked his lips and hummed, “Yes, very distracted.”

The giggle you gave preceded your mouth, leaning up to start giving him kisses again, multitasking efficiently. When you seemed to get your fill of his tongue, you parted and crawled down his body until you were face to face with his fully stiff dick. It couldn’t help but give a jerk at the devious smirk you shot him.

“May I?”

Fuck if he would say no.

“Go ahead.”

His backing spurred you into action, giving his cock a kiss at the base before using your tongue to run alongside every inch. The sigh that left Seungcheol carried so much behind it. The weight from the last few weeks and tonight escaped as you lap him up with attention that he didn’t realize he was missing until now. There was never a dull moment with your mouth, making his hips buck occasionally and quiet groans fill the room.

He managed to keep most of himself under control until you took him past your lips, forcing his fingers to dig into whoever’s comforter was underneath. The tight heat and wetness around his dick eventually made his digits come up to weave into your hair, giving you a bit of guidance. You didn’t seem to mind as a moan vibrated, sending a shiver down his spine.

Seungcheol forgot about whatever was happening outside of this bedroom for a while. He couldn't care less that there was a party going on downstairs and at least one of his friends might be looking for him. They dragged him here; the least they could do was let him have some fun of his own.

But the best part was that his ex-girlfriend didn’t pass through his mind once.

A sharp and familiar pang soon came in his groin, forcing him to choke out, “Y/N, Y/N, I’m so close—”

You looked up at his warning before pulling off with a popping sound to ask, “You wanna come in my mouth?”

The offer made his jaw drop and his cock twitch hard, swallowing down his shock in order to answer you.

“I— Up to you.”

A knowing expression washed over your face, smeared cherry lips quirking.

“Judging by your reaction, I’ll take it as a yes. Don’t worry, I don’t mind.”

You swiftly returned to your previous position, letting a hand join in stroking what was still out this time. Seungcheol didn’t even get a second to process what you said before you continued pleasuring him, jumbling his brain as he got closer and closer to the end. It didn’t take long for his entire body to tense up, swearing out loud while he spilled into your mouth. His vision was spotty as he orgasmed, only clearing up when he went limp on the bed, panting hard.

Damn.

You definitely came through on your promise of distraction.

When he was finally back on Earth, you sat up, giving him a curious look.

“Did that help?”

Seungcheol lifted his head from the bed, chuckling breathlessly at your question.

“Fuck yes.”

A giggle that contradicted what you were previously doing to him escaped, your body wiggling side to side a bit.

“Good! I hate to disappoint.”

“Believe me, you didn’t.”

Your chest puffed out in triumph, looking like you were ready to receive a gold star for your hard work. At this point, you should have split up and returned to your respective groups. But Seungcheol found his instinct to return the favor rising to the surface.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

Forcing himself to sit up and look you in your eyes, he licked his lips before asking, “Do you…need me to help you out?”

Your eyes widened at his suggestion.

“You…how?”

He’s already come this far; he might as well lay all the chips down.

“I could eat you out.”

How your hand flew up to land over your mouth had him wonder if he overstepped his boundaries. Maybe you just wanted to give him his and get out.

“I…I mean, you don’t have to. We could just end it here…”

Hearing you trail off with uncertainty only pushed Seungcheol further. The need to have his mouth on somewhere other than your lips was blazing in his veins. He just missed pleasuring another.

With his bottom lip pushed out and his dark eyes looking up in a specific way, he made a final plea for his case.

“Just…consider it part of the distraction. Please?”

Yes, Choi Seungcheol was nearly begging to eat a stranger’s pussy.

But much to his relief, the light laugh you gave lacked mocking. No longer hiding your mouth, you smiled coyly and cooed, “Well, if you’re insisting…”

Perking up at your approval, he took hold of your jaw with both hands, giving you a long peck. He could feel you giggling during it, becoming louder when he pulled off to take a firm hold of your hips. You weren’t given a second to ask where to move before he lifted and practically manhandled you onto your back. The look you directed up at him was filled with surprise and a hazy lust.

“So strong.”

Seungcheol smirked at your dreamy tone, waiting for your legs to spread before sitting between them. He wasted little time in reaching for the hem of your dress, languidly rolling it up until he got a clear view of your panties.

And the large wet spot in the middle of it.

“Shit.”

You wiggled your hips at his gruff swear, teasing, “Don’t be so surprised.”

He raised a brow at you.

“Yeah, I’m definitely not leaving you like this.”

Whatever mischief that would paint your words evaporated when you felt his knuckles run up and down your clothed center.

“A gentleman, aren’t you?”

Seungcheol grunted after seeing the spot grow larger, “Sure, let’s call it that.”

Not wanting to keep you waiting any longer, he maneuvered down to rest his head between your thighs. Even though he wanted to go straight to business, you deserved a little build-up as well. So Seungcheol planted soft kisses on your inner thighs, trailing up until his nose nearly brushed against you. He sped things up only when a whine of impatience came from above.

Reaching up to hook a finger under the fabric, he pulled it to the side and let it rest as he saw your dripping folds for a moment. But then he was quick to lean in and get to work.

He started off light at first, using the tip of his tongue to see what tickled your fancy. Soft hums left your mouth as your lover for the night, exploring every inch of skin. Seungcheol remained content with the gentle sounds until the need to hear more came over, pushing him to apply a little more pressure to make you louder.

“Mnh—”

“Doing alright up there?”

You hummed pleasantly, “Just wonderful. Keep it up.”

Seungcheol chuckled at your reply, using your encouragement to fuel his actions. He got a little more creative with his mouth, especially when it came to your clit. Closing his lips around it and sucking gently brought a stronger reaction out of you this time. He could feel a hand come down onto the back of his head before fingers buried into his dark locks.

“Right there, baby—”

A short groan vibrated against you from that. He made sure not to let up on what you wanted, finding that he had to use one of his arms to hold down your twitching hips at one point. He was starting to think that you had a thing for muscular guys, judging by your earlier reaction from being flipped over and how you giggled breathlessly from his recent move.

He continued to indulge in the taste of you until he felt the lightest of tugs on his hair. Pulling off with a pop, Seungcheol raised a thick brow.

“You good?”

“Uh huh, but—“ Your tongue ran along your bottom red lip. “—you mind doing me a favor?”

His eyes squinted playfully. “As long as it doesn’t involve feet or anything extreme, no.”

A laugh sounded while you released his strands and tapped his forehead.

“Dork. I want your fingers in me. That too extreme for you?”

The pang that hit his stomach influenced him to shake his head no.

“Good.”

Now you patted him, laying back and relaxing as you waited for him to follow through on his promise. Seungcheol used his free hand to sneak under his chin and pressed the tip of his index finger between your folds. Once he found your entrance, a glance into your eyes was given, receiving a nod in return. He began sliding inside, biting his lip at how you seemed to suck him in. You were wet enough that there was little resistance, making an obscene sound that brought a tingle down his spine.

Starting to thrust moderately, your louder moans filled the dim room. Seungcheol had to apply more pressure with the arm on your hips, nearly being thrown off by a strong buck. He got distracted by watching how you reacted to the friction. But then he remembered how much you also enjoyed his mouth and bent down to get back to work.

You were gracious enough to let him get his fill of you, so he wanted to ensure you got your distraction as well.

“S-Seungcheol—”

He didn’t know how much time had passed before your strangled call of his name cut into the fog, releasing your pulsating bud from his wet lips to rasp, “What’s wrong?”

Your hand darted down to press his mouth back against it, whimpering, “Don’t stop, gonna come—”

You didn’t need to say anymore.

Seungcheol continued licking and sucking, just the way you liked, ignoring how his jaw and finger started cramping up. Thankfully, it didn’t take that long to feel you clamp down tight, crying out as your thighs trembled next to his head. He kept the same pace, waiting until you pushed at his head to prevent overstimulation. Once the trembling of your body died down, he slipped his digit out and sat up, giving your hip a careful rub. The touch brought your attention down from the ceiling to him, eyes hazy with bliss and wonder.

An expression that brought the cheekiest of grins to his face.

“How was that?”

You remained silent for a few seconds, seeming to figure your words out.

“She’s missing out.”

It took a moment for Seungcheol to process what you said, but he laughed once he did, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“She is, isn’t she?”

The two of you shared another laugh before he felt his back pocket vibrate. Blinking, he reached in and slipped out his phone, frowning at the message on the screen.

[Wonu]: where’d you go??? We’re leaving soon

“Friends looking for you?”

Seungcheol looked up, nodding.

“Yeah. Sounds like they’re about to head out.”

A sigh left your lips, sitting up to give him a cherry-colored pout.

“Darn. I was having so much fun with you.”

His ears reddened at your complaint, grinning bashfully.

“Same.”

Tapping your foot against his thigh, you hurried back to adjust your clothing, leaving him to respond to Wonwoo’s text.

[Cheol]: my bad, hanging out with someone

[Cheol]: be down in a few minutes

When he received a thumbs up, Seungcheol followed suit, standing up to tuck himself back in and smooth out any wrinkles on his shirt. He didn’t want to be super obvious when he left the bedroom. Just as he finished, he turned to find you standing and facing him, looking up with scrutinizing eyes.

“Hey…what’s up?”

“You might wanna, uh—”

You pointed to his mouth, making him look in the nearby mirror to see what was happening. His eyes widened at the red smeared over and around his swollen lips. Clicking his tongue, he grabbed a tissue, wiped it off as best as possible and turned towards you afterward.

“Better?”

A thumbs up was given. “Much. As much as I like my lipstick on you, I don’t think you want everyone to know what you’ve been up to.”

Seungcheol’s mouth popped open. You complimented yet called him out simultaneously. A woman after his heart.

But you brought him back to Earth with a pat on his shoulder, reminding him, “Come on, don’t keep your friends waiting.”

Closing his mouth, he nodded in agreement.

“Right…thank you, Y/N, for, you know, distracting me. It helped. A lot.”

While not as red as before, your lips shone with vibrancy as they curled upwards.

“Of course, you looked like you needed it. Thanks for not leaving me hanging.”

“Not a problem.”

Another vibration in his pocket urged Seungcheol to hurry downstairs before getting stranded. He leaned down to kiss your cheek and made his way to the door, unlocking and opening it. Just as he stepped over the threshold, he looked back to see you watching him with an unreadable expression.

But it vanished when you caught him staring, brows knitting as you lightheartedly shooed him away.

Whatever that was was left behind as he shut the door behind him.

Seungcheol knew with every fiber of his being that his group would be in or lounging in the car, ready to leave any second. Patience was never their strong suit.

He could already spot a casualty or two as he walked across the lawn. Chan was laid across the hood of the vehicle while Seungkwan’s mouth ran off at Wonwoo, face flushed to all hell. He seemed to approach at the right time, the latter looking relieved as he pushed himself off from leaning against the door.

“There you are! We thought you walked home or something.”

Joshua’s voice could be heard calling out from inside, “Yeah man, where have you been?”

Seungcheol shrugged, hands buried into his pockets.

“I was busy.”

“Doing what?”

He looked Wonwoo dead in his eyes, trying to telepathize what he had been up to.

“Stuff.”

His close friend seemed to understand after a moment, brows lifting in surprise while his mouth twisted upwards.

“Doing stuff or someone?”

But there was little chance of keeping it between them when Seungkwan obnoxiously challenged him.

“I was just hanging out with them. You told me I needed to be distracted tonight, yeah?”

Joshua was busy setting up his GPS to tune in and Chan was fighting slumber, leaving Wonwoo and Seungkwan to make noises of wonder at the reveal.

“We did. Good job, hyung.”

Seungcheol smirked at his approval, still riding the high of the encounter.

“What? Choi Seungcheol having a one-night stand?” Seungkwan stumbled forward to rest a hand on his elder’s forehead. “You feelin’ okay? Too much to drink?”

The smile dropped and formed into a scowl as he got his hand smacked away.

“Fuck off, look who’s talking. Get your drunk ass in the car.”

A petulant whine left the younger as he turned to fumble with the door. Joshua honked the horn, sticking his head out the driver’s window to yell at Chan to move and get in. It did little to faze the youngest, mumbling something akin to ‘five more minutes.’ Seungcheol and Wonwoo worked on removing him from the hood and into the backseat to lean on a singing Seungkwan. The latter climbed in next to them, leaving the oldest to get ready to slide in the passenger seat.

“Seungcheol!”

But then a voice called out before footsteps thudded in the grass behind him.

Thick brows furrowed as he turned to gape in shock as he saw you running over. You stopped directly before him, catching your breath for a moment.

“Y/N! What’s wrong?”

“Didn’t think I’d catch you. I wanted to give you something.”

Seungcheol had no clue what this something could be. He was still trying to wrap his head around running into you again. This wasn’t how one-night stands were supposed to go…right?

But when you opened a closed fist to reveal a piece of folded paper, his brain ran ahead of itself and wondered whether this was going to go the opposite direction.

Seungcheol blinked rapidly, peeking at your face to see you giving him an expectant look. He took the paper and quickly unfolded it, jaw dropping at what was scribbled down. He couldn’t help but dart back and forth between it and you, the mischievous grin letting him know that this wasn’t a joke.

“In case you need more distraction.”

With a wink, you turned around, the skirt of your dress flipping and swishing as you walked back towards the house with a sway in your hips. He continued to gawk at your retreating form, only brought out of his reverie by the whooping of his friends and Joshua’s incessant honking. Spinning around to chew out the driver for making a commotion, Seungcheol swiftly got in, buckling himself before the group hit the road.

Of course, the ride was filled with interrogation, intermingled with Seungkwan’s singing and Dino’s freestyling. But he didn’t mind, feeling a burst of confidence every time the paper scratched the palm of his hand.

Maybe coming out to this party wasn’t a terrible idea after all.

©bangtanintotheroom, 2024. Crossposted to AO3. Do not repost to other sites or copy without permission.

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hoshifighting · 7 months ago

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heyy i hope you’re having a great day/night ✨

i was wondering if u could do an ot13 reaction to the reader having a tattoo on their booty cheek that represents them

ex: 🍒 for scoups and 🍊 for seungkwan

thank you and take care 🫶🏾

Seventeen's reaction, when you get a tattoo on your booty cheek, representing them.

Seungcheol

when seungcheol sees the small cherry tattoo on your ass, he smirks, eyes darkening. "a cherry, huh? just for me?" he murmurs, tracing the ink with his fingertips. the possessiveness in his gaze is unmistakable. he grabs your hips, pulling you close, and whispers in your ear, "now, i have to make sure everyone knows who this belongs to." his touch turns rougher, spanking your ass lightly, "you're gonna remember this every time you see that tattoo."

Seungkwan

upon seeing the cherry tattoo on your ass, seungkwan blinks in surprise, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "oh, really? you went and inked my favorite fruit right there?" he chuckles, his eyes gleaming with delight. "and only for my eyes, huh? how flattering." his touch is mischievous and teasing, fingers running lightly over the tattoo, "can't wait to show you just how happy this little tangerine makes me."

Jeonghan

when jeonghan sees the delicate angel wings on your ass, a symbol of him, he chuckles softly, tracing the lines with his fingers. "you really did this for me?" he asks, his voice amused. "guess i'll have to reward my angel properly," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your skin. he makes sure you feel every moment of his appreciation for the tattoo.

Joshua

joshua's eyes widen slightly at the sight of the small cross (or deer, idk) tattoo on your ass. "oh my god! y/n what is it?" he asks, his gentle demeanor doesn't stop him from gripping your hips tightly, pulling you against him. "interesting choice of placement," he purrs, his fingers tracing a slow path around the inked design. "and just for me, huh? how flattering." he whispers, his breath hot against your skin.

Jun

jun's reaction is immediate and intense when he sees the cat tattoo. "a cat? for me?" he says, he chuckles, maybe not believing. he wastes no time, his hands rough as they caress your skin. "you're gonna regret teasing me like this," he growls, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses and bites over the tattoo.

Hoshi

gets, really turned on, and you know why. hoshi's eyes light up with mischief when he spots the small tiger tattoo. "a tiger for your tiger, huh?" he teases, he grips your ass, squeezing it firmly, but also with care with the tattoo. "i'm gonna make you roar tonight," he promises, chuckling. (he would also accidentally end up talking about it in a circle of friends when he was drunk. – he could even cry, depending on the alcohol level in his blood.)

Wonwoo

wonwoo for a moment can't believe you did that, he even thinks it's a fake tattoo, as he runs his fingers over the tattooed skin. "you're crazy..." "you really are something," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your skin. – now loves every position where he can see the tattoo on your ass.

Mingyu

his reaction is a mix of surprise and arousal when he notices the tattoo. "you got this tattoo just for me?" he chuckles, but the playful tone quickly shifts as his eyes darken. "you’re so naughty," he says. he leans in, biting the skin around the tattoo lightly, making you gasp. "i'll have to show you how much i appreciate it," he whispers, his hands sliding over your body, making sure you know exactly how much the tattoo turns him on.

Woozi

woozi's eyes widen when he sees the musical note tattoo. "you didn't..." he asks mouth opened, with flushed cheeks. his hands are delicate, pulling you against him. "guess i'll have to play you like my favorite instrument," he whispers, kissing your neck.

Minghao

"now, i know you're a bit impulsive, y/n," minghao whispers, his words half-teasing, half-admonishing. "but a tattoo, really? you do realize it stays on your skin forever, don't you? and just for me?" the slight scold is tempered by his shy giggling, a sign that any faux exasperation is just for show. he touches the tattoo, his touch soft and tender. "it does look beautiful though, and knowing it's a mark just for me...well, it's cute."

Seokmin

as seokmin takes in the tattoo, his eyes grow wide with surprise and excitement. he gasps dramatically, his mouth forming an exaggerated "o" shape. "oh my goodness! it's so cute!" he exclaims. he playfully reaches out to touch the tattoo, giggling uncontrollably, his touch delicate and playful. "i can't believe you actually got this cute cherry! it's the most adorable thing ever!" he jumps up and down, unable to contain his joy and enthusiasm.

Vernon

he reaches out, tentatively touching the ink, gently pressing his fingers against your skin to see if it's real. you wince slightly, the sensation of his touch registering on your skin. his eyes widen in surprise and disbelief as he realizes the tattoo is indeed real, and that you have marked yourself with it for him. "oh my gosh…you actually did it," he whispers in disbelief.

Chan

as you and chan enter the bathroom, because 'you needed to show him something'. you lower your pants, revealing the tattoo on your ass. chan's eyes widen, and he inhales sharply, before he can respond, he bites his knuckles, a quiet gesture of shock. he quickly turns away, allowing himself a moment to process the sight before him.

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misotsukiiyeooo · 5 months ago

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“SURPRISE!!…?”

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x F! reader

A/N: I know he's very much healed now, this is just for the skit.

Genre: Fluff (hint of crack)

Word count: 3.5k

Synopsis: While you have a little surprise party at home, Seungcheol arrives home leaving you speechless.

Waking up, you get ready to kiss your birthday boy only to find out he's not even in bed.

Getting up to search around the house, he's nowhere to be found. Finally, you check your phone receiving a message.

Pollie Cheollie 🍒❤

Today at 11:34 AM

I know you're probably just waking up, so I'm outside with the boys now. They wanted to go out earlier because I wanted to spend the rest of the day with you.❤

Y/N

Today at 11:40 AM

hmm I see, well have fun and tell them I said hi! Also, don't do anything dumb okay? ik how those boys are.

Pollie Cheollie 🍒❤

Today at 11:41 AM

Alright alright, I'll make sure we don't do anything we're not supposed to, Love you, Princess.

After returning the same words you lock your phone and head to the bathroom to freshen up.

After some time of hard work, you going to the grocery store to you buying balloons and party supplies, you finally finish the cake. Wiping your forehead, unknowingly wiping some frosting on your face.

Wiping the last bit of frosting on your apron, you open the fridge grabbing the freshly picked cherries you know Seungcheol likes.

Placing the cherries carefully on the cake, you hear the door unlock, but no one enters. Raising an eyebrow you take off your apron and walk up to the front door until you hear his voice.

"Princess...?" You immediately run quietly to the kitchen and get the cake, lighting the candles you walk back to the door.

"SURPRISE!!...?" Your smile dropped at the sight of him. "Seungcheol? What happened!?!" He looks at you, nervously smiling as he's about to explain himself. "I was playing with the boys outside and I might've tried a bit too hard." He looks down. "You think?? You're in a wheelchair!"

"I know baby...I'm sorry. But look, I'm okay it doesn't even hurt that bad." He attempts to stand up but you put the cake on the nearest table to sit him back down.

"Stay seated. I can't believe you hurt yourself! I told you not to do anything dumb!!" Seungcheol holds your hands locking eyes.

"Listen, It's not as bad as it looks, okay? And are you really going to scold me on my birthday?" His pouty face and big eyes makes you weak. "You're lucky you're so cute right now..."

"Now let's get back to you surprising me, Yeah?" He wipes the frosting off your face making you giggle out of embarrassment.

"Princess, this cake is really good! but you know, you don't have to feed me..." Shaking your head, you continue to feed him.

"You can't move so much, and you're not doing well..." Seungcheol ruffles your hair as you're pouting. "Okay fine, I'll let you feed me for now even though my hands work perfectly fine."

"You know, I had a lot of stuff planned for us for the evening...but now we can't do them." He hums as you talk.

"But now, we can relax and watch movies in bed.?" Seungcheol tries to change your mood, succeeding.

"Hm...that doesn't sound like a bad idea..."

After cleaning up, you and Seungcheol lay in bed as you eat snacks and watch movies. "Are you sure you're leg doesn't hurt?"

He looks at you as you are lying on his chest, "Of course it doesn't, I'm strong remember?" He flexes his arm as you laugh.

"What? You don't think I'm strong enough anymore?" You watch him pout. "Aw, my Cheollie. You are so so so strong baby. But you'd be even stronger if you didn't hurt yourself."

He massages your scalp, playing with your hair. "Yeah, you're right...first thing I'll do once I heal is head straight to the gym."

You chuckle at him. "First, let's focus on healing."

Req are open!!

Taglist!

@jjunie-0 @minminghao @allieyaaa @honglynights

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choiseungcheolprincess · 7 months ago

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More Than Friends// Choi Seungcheol

Bestfriend!Choi Seungcheolxafab!Black!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: You've been best friends for years. You can't imagine life without him. You don't know when the lines blurred, but you start to wonder are you the only one who feels this way?

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warning: Spit play, Praising, Fingering, Oral Use of nicknames (good girl, princess, baby girl)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🔞

A/N: Helloooo! Enjoy, like, and repost whatever you feel is right!- Cherry 🍒

I've been friends with Seungcheol for a while. He's been there for me when I needed him the most after the conversation at his apartment. The guy just finished practicing and wanted to eat and have drinks. Cheol called me and asked if I wanted to join them. I said yes of course. We were all sitting there listening to the stories of how Hoshi is intimidating while practicing for this comeback. I got up to get some food until Cheol stopped me and made me sit back down and made me a plate of food.

"You guys operate like a couple," Jeonghan said sipping his beer. Everyone hummed agreeance. Seungkwan looked at me.

"Your friendship dynamic changed. All we are saying is something changed."

"What if you guys are soul mates!" Soonyoung said. I laughed

"What is it with you and the soulmates theory Soonyoung?"

"I mean everyone has one, platonic or romantic. What if you and Seungcheol Hyung are romantic soulmates"

"Ignore him he's drunk," Mingyu said

"Am not!" Soonyoung said pouting then turning to Wonwoo to kiss him. Wonwoo just patted him on the head.

No one said anything else, I knew they were right. I just don't know what happened to make the lines blurred. Was it before or after I found out my ex-boyfriend was cheating on me? That was six months ago:

Me and my boyfriend were supposed to meet up for a date until he canceled on me. He said he had a bad day at work so I decided to go to his house and cook him some food. That was until I got to his apartment only to find him in bed with a co-worker. Heartbroken and unable to see through the tears. I called Cheol who immediately came to get me. Of course, my ex-boyfriend follows me out of the building at the exact time Cheol is pulling up and getting out of the car.

"Oh of course you call him! You can't get mad at me for cheating when something is going on between you too!" He shouted out. Cheol helped me get into the car and then turned around to face the pathetic excuse of a man. I don't know exactly what was said, but seeing Cheol angry was not something you see all the time, but when he is. It's scary. After watching my ex-boyfriend's face change Cheol walked away and got into the car without saying a word and drove off. Playing with my bracelet trying to calm down, Cheol grabbed my hand and glanced over.

"Are you okay, Princess?" He said softly. I shrugged. He pulled into an empty parking lot when tears began running down my face unbuckling his seat beat then leaned his seat back

"Cheol what are you doing?" I questioned he just ignored me, picking me up and over the center console and onto his lap allowing me to cry in his shirt, which was white.

"Your shirt has makeup all on it," I said, sniffing.

"I don't care, you need someone to cry on, and I'm here. If you care so much I'll take it off" He said I hit his shoulder making him laugh. One of his hands was placed on my back and the other was running through my hair. When I was done crying I got back into the passenger side, laughing at the stain on his shirt.

"I'm sorry, about your shirts Cheollie" He looked down seeing the light stain on his shirt. He just laughed along with me.

"Let's get some food and you can stay at mine tonight," He said I nodded.

"Sounds good"

Was that when everything changed? Or was it always like that and I just just just noticed now? Cheol's always been affectionate. His love language is gift-giving and physical touch. He does it with everyone. Was it when your boyfriend forgot your birthday and didn't show up to your dinner but Cheol made sure that you knew he remembered? Especially when he pulled out the jewelry box

"Happy Birthday Y/n" The open box in front of me showed a pinky ring. It was white gold and wrapped in white and pink diamonds.

"S-seungcheol..." I whispered he just smiled at me gently taking the ring out of the box and sitting next to me tilting the ring a little so I could see the engraving on the inside 'To my princess, my best friend Y/N' and grabbing my hand to the ring on my pinky

"Y/N-ah, You are one of my best friends. You have seen me at my best and my worst. When you heard of my injury you dropped everything just to be by my side. You ensured I wasn't lonely when everyone went on Nana's tour and I thank you for that. I can never repay you for everything you did for me, but I hope this is a start."

I was playing with the ring on my pinky. Seungcheol comes back with food. I was placing it on the table in front of us. He handed me some chopsticks.

"I thought we could share if that's okay" He whispered as I nodded, smiling a little. He sat down next to me. Still, all in my head, he nudges my arm with his shoulder

“You okay?” He asked me, I just looked at him. When did I start looking at him differently, why haven’t I recognized my feelings for him?

“Y/n?” I snapped out of my thoughts. I was leaning forward to take a bite of the tteokbokki.

“Mmm, good,” I said, covering my mouth and chewing. Glaring at Jeonghan and Shua who were laughing.

I ate in silence. I was listening to how excited they were about their comeback.

“You should do the challenge!”I froze about to eat the pork belly then laughed and shook my head.

“No way I seen the footwork and there’s no way I can do that” I watched the video of the choreography and the break dance at the end of the song is insane.

“You can do the bridge,” Seungcheol said they all nodded agreeing with what he said. I would deny it until he looked at me, pleading with his eyes.

“Okay, teach it to me?” I said looking at him, his eyes softened and he nodded. I smiled taking a sip of water. One by one everyone started to leave. First Soonyoung and Seungkwan. Shua next, Jihoon soon after. Vernon, Seokmin, and Minghao, and Junhu. Mingyu and Wonwoo left after they finished their last beer. Jeonghan and Chan were left. Jeonghan looked at Chan who was in his own world at this point and got up Helping the younger and the drunker one up.

“I’m gonna make sure he gets to his bed,” Jeonghan said leaving me alone with Cheol. We sat in comfortable silence for a moment until he looked at me.

“You staying the night?” He asked I thought about it for a second then nodded.

“Can I borrow a shirt?’ I said getting up and walking to his room. Knowing he’ll say yes. I went into his closet and grabbed a shirt, then went to take a shower. After I took a shower, I dried off and put on the shirt. I left the bathroom and found him sitting in the living room. As often as I spent the night in Cheol's apartment, you think I would have extra clothes over here. The only clothes I have are actual day clothes, and undergarments not pajamas, simply because I like wearing his shirts they are big and comfortable.

“Movie?” I asked

“You pick?” He said.

“I was gonna tell you to pick” I grabbed the remote, turning the TV on. We both sat down after we cleaned up scrolling through Netflix trying to decide on a movie.

“Hmmm, do we have to watch a movie?” I asked not finding anything interesting enough to watch and taking the remote from my hands and clicking on the TV Show category.

“Have you started watching Bridgerton?” He asked glancing over at me.

“Have you?” I said laughing

“You know that the only reason I’d watch this is with you,” He said pressing select and starting the first episode of season 3. We sat in silence, Cheol grabbed my legs and rested them on his lap. Running his hand up and my calf I felt my heart flutter as his finger traced circles on my skin. Eyes focused on the screen. I couldn’t focus on the show anymore, my mind drifted as I felt the warmth of his hands. I felt myself getting turned on as I watched his eyes move up and down my body. I knew I had to stop this, but I couldn't move away. Episode one is finished now on episode two Halfway through the episode you looked at Cheol.

‘Tell him..’ a voice inside my head whispered

“Cheol?” I said making him over at me.

“Hmm?” He said still rubbing my leg.

I can do this! I CAN do this right?

It was the end of the episode and Colin and Pen kissed. I glanced over at Seungcheol who was looking at me.

“What’s wrong, you’ve been quiet ever since I bought the food out.” He asked I shook my head the words stuck in my throat. I can do this. I guess.

“Cheol, I-” I took a deep breath pulling my legs off of him and moving closer to him. He looked concerned. I was playing with the ring on my pinky again.

“Princess? What’s going on?” He said grabbing my hands. I looked at him biting my lip. Closing my eyes.

“Seungcheol, we’ve been best friends a long time, right? I can’t imagine my life without you in it if I’m being honest, Cheollie. I don’t know why it took me so long even to realize this but. I-” Stopping to look him in the eyes.

“I’ve been in love with you for so long. You’re everything I could ever ask for. Caring, protective motivational, and understanding, you take charge when needed and become the one person in my life I know will be there. These last few months being able to be here and be a support system for you watching you work to be back on stage with your members have been inspiring and made in love with you even more. ”

He just stared at me. No words came out. I could decipher what he was thinking. I slowly moved my hands from his and got up.

“I should go. I’ll see you later?” Moving from him grabbing my phone off the table. His hand quickly grabbed my wrist. Getting looking down at me.

“Were you going to leave? Without me saying what I have to say. Just gonna run out and pretend those pretty words didn’t come out of that pretty little mouth of yours.” His thumb ran over my lower lip. I sucked in a breath.

“Princess... I have always been in love with you. Every time I tried to tell you, you were in a relationship or I was dating someone or having a fling, it has always been you baby. The first time you came to watch our concert and just seeing you in the crowd with that smile of yours singing along to all of our songs, you made sure to come to every concert just to show your support not only for me but for my members as well. Every show, every stage when I look at the carats cheering for us, I’m looking for you, you are the one to calm my nerves. You have not only helped me go through one of the toughest times in my life. Babygirl I fell and I fell hard for you ” He stepped closer to me hand on my cheek. I could feel my heart racing as I looked up into his eyes. He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, my, heart full of joy and hope. We pulled away, our eyes still locked. He smiled and kissed me again, this time more deeply. I melted into his arms. He sat down pulling me into his lap. Cheol kissed me again, this time passionately. I was lost in the moment, my heart racing as I felt his hands exploring my body. His hands on my hips moving them. Letting me grind against him. He bit down on my lip I let out a moan of pleasure as his tongue slid into my mouth. We fought for dominance, which he won, of course, We pulled away panting. His shirt was over my waist his fingers digging into my skin. His lips met mine again, this time with more intensity. His tongue made its way into my mouth, exploring every crevice. I felt my body temperature rise as my heart raced.

“Cheol” I whimpered against his lips as he raised his hips to meet mine. He groaned his hand sliding down my thigh I felt myself getting wetter as my desire for him grew more intense. His lips moved from my mouth to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind. I arched my back to meet his advances, my heart racing as I felt my body trembling with pleasure. His fingers brushed against my clit, collecting my wetness with his fingers then start to rub my clit. His other hand moved higher, caressing my breasts as his lips continued to explore my neck. His touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I let out a moan of pleasure as my body quivered. His lips returned to my mouth, his touch sending my mind into overdrive. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climax,

“Good girl princess. Tell me what you need” He whispered against my lips.

“I-I want your fingers, please” I whimpered body trembling with anticipation. He slowly inserted two fingers into me, his thumb rubbing my clit as his fingers thrusted in and out of me and I began writhing in pleasure. I felt my body tense up as I started to come undone.

“I’m cumming!” I said.

“That’s a good girl, use my fingers to cum” His lips returned to mine, and I let out a final moan of pleasure as my body shuddered in ecstasy. When I finally calmed down I tugged on the string of his sweatpants untying it. He quickly removed his fingers from my pussy and allowed me to take his pants off. He stood there naked, his erection jutting out proudly. ‘Wow, he’s big.’ I thought to myself as I looked up at him with admiration. I reached out and wrapped my small hand around his shaft, feeling it throb in my hand. I slowly began to stroke him, feeling him harden even more.

“Shit, Y/n, make it wet baby. Spit on it, ” He said taking his shirt off and tossing it across the room. Taking my hand and spitting on it wrapping it around him again.

“Good fucking girl,” He said panting. I smiled softly watching his face twitch in pleasure. Finally taking him in my mouth slowly watching his mouth drop slightly.

“Fuuuuuuuck, baby girl,” He said once I took some of him in my mouth. My hand wrapped around the rest. He looked down at me, biting his lip. Learning what sends shivers up and down his spine. I pulled up to suck on the head of his cock. I started to move my head and hand up and down his cock occasionally deep throating him.

“Oh, my fuck- so good at that” His raspy voice whispered his hand in my hair. My eyes never left his.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful like this.” He said, then pulled me away from him. Bending down picked me up and placed me on the couch with him on his knees. Without a warning, his mouth attached to my clit.

“Oh shit, Cheol!” I cried out my hands in his hair. His fingers slid into me again. Riding his fingers as his mouth worked on my clit had me arching me arching my back. He pulled away still fucking me with his fingers.

“You don’t know how long I wanted this, princess. To taste you and feel you around me. Now that I know what you taste and feel like…I’m never letting you go” He said curling his fingers and hitting my G-spot over and over again.

“Fuck, right there!” I moaned, and he smiled teasingly and said

“Right here, princess? ” I nodded biting my lip, which made him spank my clit lightly

“F-uck!” I screamed tightening around his fingers

“Oh- no baby you gonna cum? You need to ask sweetie, let me hear you beg” he said smirking and spanking my clit again.

“Please, let me cum so you can fuck me Cheollie” My hips meet his fingers in every thrust. His lips wrapped around my clit again making me gasp and whimper. I couldn’t help myself, the aura he gave, the control he had. The word slipped out

“Daddy! Please can I cum?” He smirked again before pushing his fingers deeper inside me and sucking and nibbling at my clit, making me moan louder. I felt my orgasm building, my body trembling with pleasure, and when it finally released, I screamed out in pleasure, my body shaking and trembling with pleasure. I gasped in pleasure, my orgasm finally arriving. He didn't stop, continuing his ministrations until I was spent. Only then did he remove his fingers and lips from me, leaving me in a blissful state.

“Daddy huh?” He said standing up and taking my legs in his hands wrapping them around his waist. Sliding his cock through my lips.

“Mmmh, please don’t tease me.” He leaned down kissing me. Biting at my lower lip pulling away

“Beg me to fuck you baby”

“Please daddy, fuck me,” I pleaded. His lips curved into a smirk, pushing inside me., back arched gasping out as he bottomed out He slowly began to thrust in and out, his grip tightening on my hips with each thrust. I moaned in pleasure, my body trembling with pleasure. He leaned down and kissed me, his breath hot against my lips.

“You, feel so good. Like you were made for me” he groaned out kissing and biting my neck. I moaned out at the pain and pleasure he was giving me. He leaned up took my leg in his hand put it on his shoulder kissing it softly. The angle change made my mouth drop open,

“Right there daddy, please” I moaned

“Please what babygirll? Use your words” he said his other hand pinching at my nipple. I couldn’t think straight. My brain can’t even form the thought of what I was asking for.

“Princess, be a good girl and use your words,” He said hand traveling up my chest onto my neck.

“F-faster please” I cried out. His pace increased, and my moans became louder with each thrust. He leaned down and whispered, his voice low and raspy.

“Such a good girl, taking all of me. Asking so nicely. I always wondered how much of a good girl you’d be.” I tightened around him making him groan out.

“Fuck,” Him hitting my g-spot the way he looked like he could spend forever in this position. Turned me on even more. Making me clench around him.

“You keep doing that I’m gonna cum” He said I smiled and did it again. He groaned his thrusts stuttering. His hold on me tightened, he reached down and rubbed my clit I gasped as I felt him release inside me. Which triggered my orgasm.

“Daddy!” I screamed out he continued to fuck me through it. He collapsed on top of me, our breathing still heavy. Once he caught his breath he pulled out. I whimpered at the loss of his warmth. I felt him get up he took me in his arms carrying me to his room and then the bathroom and sat me on the toilet.

“Use the bathroom princess,” He said grabbing a washcloth and wetting it. I used the bathroom grabbed some toilet paper, wiped myself, and stood up. Seungcheol quietly wiped me with the washcloth and cleaned himself off picking me up again and leaving the bathroom. Walking towards his bed laying down with me on top of him.

“You’re mine now baby girl, and I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon”

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hongcherry · 1 year ago

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pretty please (rid your worries) || c.sc (m)

Seungcheol's been away from you for too long and just wants your attention; however, it's a little difficult to get between you working and your family being around.

🍒 Pairing: businessMajor!Seungcheol x fashionMajor!Reader (f)

🍒 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Fluff, angst; Pretty Please couple, college au, established relationship

🍒 Warnings: Highly suggestive, alludes to sexy time, hickeys, clothed and unclothed touching (idk how to summarize that dskjf), one ass slap lmao

🍒 Word Count: 2.6k

🍒 Author’s Note: This was just supposed to be a cute fluffy fic but noooooo I just had to add angst 🥲 pls enjoy~

Also, this can be read as a standalone.

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“How the hell do you stick it in?”

You giggle hearing Seungcheol’s frustrated voice and glance up from pinning a piece of fabric to your dress form. He sits on your bed, hunched over like a little gremlin as he tries to thread a needle. It’s oddly amusing seeing a big man like Seungcheol fretting over something so small.

“Well first, you have to ask for consent,” you tease.

Seungcheol peers up, eyebrows touching as he processes what you just said. When he does, he rolls his eyes and raises the thread and needle in his large hands for you to see.

“Very funny, Cherry, but you know what I meant,” he grumbles.

You smile, sticking the pin you were about to use in your cushion on your desk, then walk toward him. It took five minutes of him sitting idly before he started getting needy. He complained about how you weren’t giving him attention—even trying to give you a back hug several times until you put him in time-out on your bed. You had told him prior to his arrival that you were busy today, but he still insisted on coming over. You’ve barely seen him for three days, yet that equated to three weeks to him.

“Give,” you instruct with your hand out. He gladly gives you the items. He watches you silently as your deft hands slide the thread through the needle’s eye in a matter of seconds.

“Here,” you say. You hold out the needle for him to grab, but instead of grabbing that, he grabs your waist. He pulls you onto the bed, mouth widening from finally getting you in his grasp.

He lays you back on the bed while he hovers over half your body.

“Got you,” he gloats, eyes cast down at you. If he didn’t look so happy about it, you would’ve tossed him to the side to get up.

“How did I know you wouldn’t be able to behave yourself?” you scold playfully.

Seungcheol’s lips purse as he speaks, a clear indicator of how upset he is at your reply. “I’ve behaved for an hour, can’t you just take a ten-minute cuddle break?”

You scoff lightly, “Cheol, it’s been more like fifteen minutes since you arrived.”

“The details don’t matter. You haven’t taken a break yet,” he replies.

“That’s because I’m trying to finish pinning my fabric,” you answer.

Seungcheol stares at you for a second before saying, “Fine. One kiss and then I’ll let you go.”

You doubt he’ll take just one, so you lean up, giving him two quick pecks on the lips.

“Now, get off me you big boulder,” you groan.

“Those don’t count,” Seungcheol whines and leans down closer.

“Not my fault you didn’t specify,” you huff teasingly and stop him from getting any closer with a hand on his chest. “Didn’t they teach you about loopholes in your business classes?”

“You’re so fucking annoying,” he grumbles.

“And what are you going to do about it?” you challenge.

Seungcheol’s eyes narrow, quickly pondering about how he wants this to go.

“Annoy you back,” he smirks, then quickly kisses your neck.

Your eyes close briefly at the feeling. “Yeah, you’re so annoying,” you taunt.

Seungcheol doesn’t reply. Instead, he nips at your skin before beginning to suck.

Your eyes widen when you understand his intention. Hickeys are a pain to cover.

“Cheol,” you gasp.

He hums against your neck but doesn’t attempt to move.

“I’m going to stab you with this needle if you don’t stop,” you warn, remembering you still held the threaded needle in your hand.

Seungcheol quickly pins your hands to the mattress before sucking harder.

“B-babe,” you gasp, trying not to focus on his mouth too much because you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of liking it.

Seungcheol pulls away with a small pop. He wipes the area with his fingers, a large smirk on his plush lips.

You glare at him.

“Wanna continue being annoying? There’s still plenty of room for more.”

“Room for more what?” A new voice interrupts.

You yelp and quickly bring your free hand to cover your new bruise while Seungcheol moves to sit next to you.

“Seoah! Knock!” you hiss when you see your sister, setting the needle on the nightstand. Unfortunately, she’s not alone. Her two friends stand behind her, eyes wide.

Great.

“All of you out. Right now!” you demand, not caring that they’re guests in your home.

“Don’t be rude to them. And it’s not our fault you guys were too busy sucking faces to hear us knocking.”

You're sure you would’ve heard them regardless, but rather than prolong her visit by arguing, you groan and ask, “What do you want?”

“We just wanted to ask for a ride to the ice cream shop downtown.”

“You’re old enough to drive,” you scoff.

“Oh yeah, but with what car?” Seoah rolls her eyes.

“Dad’s car.”

“He left earlier.”

“Take the bus.”

“Too gross.”

“Don’t be so snobby.”

“As if you would take the bus yourself!” Seoah huffs.

You sigh knowing she’s not wrong.

“I can take them,” Seungcheol speaks up.

“You’re not their chauffeur; you don’t have to,” you say.

He shrugs. “It’s no problem. I’ll come back after, okay?”

He stands and grabs his keys off your nightstand.

You’re about to protest more, but then you realize he’ll probably be playing twenty questions with the kids. He deserves it after what he just did. So, smiling, you nod.

“Okay. See you soon.”

Seungcheol’s face drops upon seeing your strange smile.

“I know I can always count on you, Seungcheol!” Seoah exclaims and runs over to give him a big hug. “We’ll wait by your car.”

“Come on guys,” Seoah instructs. Her two friends linger, eyes staring at Seungcheol in what are obviously heart eyes.

You snort quietly. They’re way too young for him, plus he’s already spoken for, but you still can’t help being irritated by their little crushes.

“What are you waiting for?” you ask, a little snappier than intended.

“Right! Sorry! We’re going,” one of them rushes as they grab the other’s hand to pull them from the room.

When they’re out of view, you release an annoyed puff of air and drop your hand from your neck.

You expect Seungcheol to scold you for being mean to the children, but instead, he laughs softly.

“Cute,” he hums, staring down at you.

“Be quiet,” you snarl.

Seungcheol’s eyes drift down to your neck. He smiles, then squats and grabs your wrists.

“I’m yours,” he reassures, despite knowing Seoah’s friends will never have a chance with him.

“And if this,” he reaches up to brush his fingertips against the hickey, “isn’t an indication, know you’re mine too.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to suppress your smile. Regardless, Seungcheol can still see it.

“You sure you don’t want to move in with me?” Seungcheol questions, a little playfully considering what just happened.

“I think you’ll distract me more,” you reply with a knowing smile.

“I’ll be good,” he pauses, “for a reasonable amount of time.”

You chuckle, but your mood soon dims.

Releasing a sigh, “You know I want to.”

Seungcheol nods and rubs your arms.

“He’s doing better, and Seoah’s growing up well. She’s always welcomed over.”

You glance down in your lap.

Your father has been trying harder to be the dad he’s supposed to be. He’s been cooking more, driving Seoah to school more, saving more to get her her own car. Still, you’re nervous things will go south and you’ll have to step up again.

“I’ll be back soon, ‘kay?” Seungcheol says.

“Okay,” you reply.

Seungcheol smiles and gives you a tender kiss before retrieving his keys from his pocket.

“Lock up behind me,” he instructs gently.

“Okay.”

You follow him to the door, exchanging one last kiss then shutting and locking the door behind him.

Maybe you’re staying in the past too much, but it’s hard to walk away from a life you’re so used to—from worries you’re so used to having.

You make your way to your bedroom again, rolling back your shoulders.

Enough of that.

You would rather focus on the hell Seungcheol is probably going through during the car ride.

Seungcheol grips his steering wheel, finally understanding why you smiled so uncannily sweet earlier.

“Was she hiding her neck because you gave her a hickey?” Seoah asks, not even five minutes into the drive.

“I don’t know what hickeys are and neither should you!” Seungcheol huffs.

“We’re not that young!” One of her friends, Tammi he learned, scoffs.

“So, was she?” the other, Sunhee, asks.

“Did you actually suck on my sister’s neck?” Seoah gasps, making mock gagging noises.

“Can you suck on mine?” Tammi questions.

Seungcheol nearly stomps on the brakes but forces his foot to relax.

“W-what?” he asks, wishing he heard wrong.

“That’s gross, Tam!” Seoah exasperates.

“No, it’s not! I just want to know if it tickles,” Tammi explains.

“Look, that’s—” Seungcheol starts.

“You’re asking for a death wish, Tammi,” Sunhee whispers but it’s loud enough to still hear.

“What do you mean?” Tammi wonders.

“Seoah’s sister will kill you.”

Seungcheol tries to suppress his laugh. He knows they’re not wrong, but it’s amusing to hear nonetheless.

“Are you two really together or are you just a fling?” Tammi asks Seungcheol, searching for his gaze in the rear-view mirror.

Seungcheol’s eyes widen at her question. First, was she seriously hitting on him? Second, how does she know about flings?!

“They’re actually together!” Seoah scoffs. “You gotta find your own boyfriend to suck on your neck. You can’t take away my future brother-in-law.”

Seungcheol chokes but the sound gets covered with Tammi’s whining.

“They’re hard to find.”

“How did you and Seoah’s sister meet, Seungcheol?” Sunhee asks.

“We met in college,” Seungcheol answers, thankfully having enough time to recover from Seoah’s comment.

“I have to wait until college to find someone?” Tammi whines.

Seungcheol chuckles. “No, that’s just how Yn and I met.”

“Was it love at first sight?” Sunhee questions.

Seungcheol’s heart stutters for a moment at the mention of love. It’s been two months since he started dating you, yet that word has never dropped. It’s not like he hasn’t tried either, but any time he does, you make an excuse to change topics. He wants to ask why, but he’s nervous about your answer.

Seoah laughs loudly. “Yeah right! They hated each other’s guts!”

“That’s not necessarily true,” Seungcheol mutters. Although it’s true you weren’t his number-one fan, he’d like to hope you didn’t despise him that much.

“Maybe not for you! You didn’t hear Yn talking to Dae about you.”

“Then why do you like her if she doesn’t like you?” Tammi asks.

“We just had a rough start,” Seungcheol explains, taking note of her use of tenses. “We’re good now.”

“Hm,” Tammi grumbles.

Seungcheol purses his lips momentarily. For some reason, it doesn’t feel good that his relationship is being questioned by a teenager.

Unfortunately, they don’t quiet down. They at least change topics, however, and only ask embarrassing questions every once in a while.

“Thanks, Cheol!” Seoah says through the rolled-down window once they arrive. “My dad said he’ll come pick us up in a bit. He’s not too far from here.”

“I can wait until he comes,” Seungcheol offers.

“No, thank you! We’re old enough to not be chaperoned.”

“Well, just stick together, okay?”

Seoah laughs. “I appreciate you looking after me. I’ll be sure to tell Yn about it.”

“Hey, that’s not why I—”

“I know,” she reassures with a playful smile. “Oh, and I’m sorry about my friends. They’re just playing around.”

“No worries,” Seungcheol replies.

“You going back to my place?” she questions.

“Yeah, Yn’s expecting me.”

Seoah smiles. “Just for your information, I’ll be fine if she moves out. I trust Dad will keep on his Good-Father-Streak.”

Seungcheol returns the smile, feeling his heart warm at Seoah’s care and attentiveness toward you. He figured as such, but it’s nice hearing it directly.

“If she does and things go awry, know you’re always welcome at mine,” Seungcheol says genuinely.

“Noted. I haven’t forgotten about your big guest bed! That thing was comfy as fu��dge.”

Seungcheol narrows his eyes but doesn’t say anything.

“Anyway,” Seoah trails off. “Thanks for the ride!”

“Anytime, Seoah,” Seungcheol says. He waits until she reunites with her friends inside, then drives back to your house.

He can’t help but think about the fact you’re avoiding the L-word. Is it because you don’t love him back? Are you thinking this is temporary? If so, what are you waiting for to break up? Are you using him for his money? Are you not happy being with him anymore?

When Seungcheol arrives at your house, he pushes those thoughts away. He wants to discuss them with you, but not here. Not when anyone could waltz in the room.

“How was the ride?” you ask when you answer the door.

“You’re in so much trouble,” Seungcheol growls and steps inside, making you walk backward to let him in. Seungcheol shuts and locks the door without looking at it. He simply stares at you.

“What did I do?” you frown.

Seungcheol grabs your hips and pulls you close. He knows you’re faking it.

“You know one of those girls asked me to give them a hickey,” he says.

Your eyes widen. “They did what?! Which one asked?”

“Can’t tell. She thinks you’ll kill her if you find out,” he smiles.

“Ah, so she’s not totally dumb,” you mumble.

Seungcheol squeezes your hips.

“Don’t be mean,” he scolds lightly.

“Then tell her don’t flirt with someone who’s mine,” you huff and slide your arms around his neck as if emphasizing your point.

Seungcheol smirks, rubbing your hips in satisfaction with your response.

“Want to know what I told her?” Seungcheol asks.

“If it wasn’t a big ‘hell fucking no,’ then I rather skip the details.”

Seungcheol leans closer to your ear. “I told her I have my girl waiting at home, body empty of my marks.”

Your arms tighten in shock. “N-not here.”

“Why not? No one’s here. And plus,” he murmurs while lowering his hands over your ass, “you’re still in trouble.”

Seungcheol squeezes your ass roughly, one of his hands gliding down to graze your slit through your pants.

You gasp, body leaning into his from the pressure he’s putting against you.

“You wanna stay at my place tonight?” he asks, fingers rubbing your core slightly harder.

You let out a small whine and nod. “Y-yeah.”

He smirks and moves his hands to rest on your hips lightly. You resist the urge to move his hand back between your legs.

“I thought so. Now, go get packed. I wanna leave when your family gets back,” he instructs.

“You’re bossy when you’re needy,” you comment, yet adhere to his words and head to your bedroom as you look forward to tonight.

Seungcheol gives your ass a sharp slap as you turn. “I never hear a complaint.”

You bite your lip and continue forward. There’s no reason to argue when he’s right.

“I should cover this up,” you mumble as you stare at your neck in the mirror.

“Why?” Seungcheol asks as he lays on your bed. He tucks one arm behind his head while he retrieves his phone with the other.

“I don’t want my family to see,” you explain while you grab your makeup bag.

“Fine, but it comes off as soon as we get to my place.”

You smirk when you meet his eyes in the mirror.

“Yes, sir.”

Seungcheol quirks an eyebrow up, tossing his phone on the mattress before coming to stand behind you. His hands start on your shoulders and drag down until they rest on your thighs.

“You’ve tested me enough today,” he huffs, chest pressing into you. He spreads your legs, then dips one hand in your pants, causing you to gasp and grip your seat.

“M-my family–” you try to warn, but Seungcheol kisses the corner of your mouth to shush you.

“We’ll be quick.”

A/N: So, fun fact, I started writing this before I ever finished "pretty please (stay with me)". i was stuck at one part but felt like writing this couple aha. tho, it did take a turn i didn't plan 😅

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hoeforhao · 1 year ago

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Dolled Up In Cherry Haze || C.S.C Oneshot ||

🍒 pairing: bestfriend!seungcheol × fem!reader

🍒 warnings: smut with absolutely zero plot, minors dni, teasing in a public area, slight breast play, seungcheol is a meany tease here, tell me if i missed anything

🍒 word count: 0.9k

🍒 author's note: am finally back with a smut after ages with my hormones literally jumping out of the roof rn♡

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"Can you twirl around a bit for me,doll?" seungcheol pesters; his face plastered with the evilest smirk as he takes in the breathtaking view of his half naked best friend.

"Don't you wanna show your bestie how the red embraces each and every corner of your body! Hmm?" another nasty chuckle leaves his lips as he takes forward his pleasure torture with "so that he can help you be all dolled up to fuck your crush tonight...or..."

You had absolutely no idea 'bout how you ended up in this situation ; being half naked in the trial room, with only a lacey cherry red lingerie barely covering your cherished areas while your bestfriend seungcheol keeps his eyes fixed onto you, leaning onto the mirror of the room all this while.

All you remember was asking cheol to accompany you to your favorite lingerie store while you picked up the steamiest one to put on later at night - for your date with the guy you've been gushing about 24/7 to him.

"Don't make me repeat myself princess or who knows in how many shreds these pieces of sheer lace will end up...on the floor" cheol's voice sounds stern, trying to mask up the hormones rushing through his crotch at your sight.

"B-but you're my b-bestfriend cherry, it's embarrassing for me" what you actually wanted to say was that it was embarrassing for you to stain the brand new panties even before you've paid for them...even before being able to wear them for the actual purpose!!! Instead you were here on the verge of dripping like a fall onto the mall floor. Reason? Seungcheol's eyes glaring on your half bare body.

"Let me make it easy for you then. What would be more embarrassing - twirling around for me like a good lil princess or screaming my name out loud in the midst of a shopping centre, as I tear of every single thread of this lingerie from your skin, with my TEETH?!"

This man will now surely be the death of you. You close you eyes shut as you slowly twirl around, giving the best erotic show to seungcheol....'til your movement gets hauled by a sudden pair of hands.

"Aren't you such a dirty little slut, getting up all dressed in such scandalous pieces, hardly covering your perked up nipples and dripping cunt" by the time cheol was halfway through his sentence, your eyes were shut tight...from embarrassment? No! From the electrifying waves of pleasure traveling down from the tip of your mounds to the void of your womb; caused by none other than seungcheol's wet lips on your exposed neck.

"That too infront of your bestfriend? Such a desperate whore for being touched aren't you!!" cheol's lips vibrate against your neck as his hands gradually move to cup your breasts into his palms. "But i kinda feel bad for that little nerdy date of your tonight tho."

"W-why so?" you can't even form full words without stuttering like a two year old. What has seungcheol's touch even done to your needy body.

"This is why, my love" these are quite literally the last words that leave his mouth as well as the last ones that get to your head, as seungcheol grips your waist tight and in a swirl of a second turns you towards the mirror, while he's standing pressed up to your back.

"Open your eyes dove and witness the art I'm about to chalk out onto your skin." Not even a second of such a leg shaking remark from seungcheol and he's already biting down onto your neck like a wolf who was waiting for ages to devour the flesh of his mate.

"Do you think that silly crush of yours would even stay at the date after seeing how someone has already marked you, hmm?" a ripple of pleasurable pain runs down your back as cheol whispers these exact words into your skin, teeth still beastly grazing against your entire shoulder.

"F-fuck cheol am completely drenched.. p-pls help me" shocked at your own choice of words, you desperately beg for a climax.

"Not so fast princess. Needy whores need some extra care." the last of seungcheol's kisses paints your body as he withdraws his lips from you.

"Put on your clothes quick and come out. I'll be at the counter" he places one last kiss on your boobs while parting aside the curtain to leave the room. "Oh and don't even think about removing that set. I don't think you would want the entire shop to know how wet you're for your bestfriend"

"What have you done to me Choi Seungcheol. Got me all dizzy and heated up just to leave my core throbbing so bad for your touch huh!" these are the only thoughts that kept circling your palldium as you zipped up your dress and made your way out, body now intoxicated by his cherry haze.

"Let's go darling!! Can't wait to get home baby, right?" a strong pair of bulked up sweaty arms wrap around your waist, with three large shopping bags in his hand.

"DID YOU BUY THE ENTIRE STORE OR WOTT CHOI SEUNGCHEOL??"

"Nah love. Just every existing pair of that red lace embracing your sweet soft skin under the innocent flower dress of yours....one for every night" a wink from cheol is what it takes for your insides to start betraying you; AGAIN!

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diamondheartyux · 4 months ago

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Decided to finally try posting my fanfics here ♡

Got Your Number

S.Coups x Changkyun x reader

Genre: Smut ⚠️18 + Only⚠️

Word Count: 12.6K

Warnings: aggression, possession, shared partners, unprotected sex, derogatory language, spanking, pet names (lots of "good girl" 미안해),

Dating an idol isn’t for the weak, much less marrying one. There is always something pulling his attention away from you so one day, mid-function, you decide to find something or well, someone, to give you the attention and entertainment you deserve. And you find it alright, after your husband reminds you what it’s like to be under his touch and at his mercy before he passes you off to your plaything.

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You sigh. Your shoulders sag as the sound runs through your body before you cross your arms over your chest, jutting your bottom lip out. “But I hate these functions, Cheoli” you whine dramatically. You hated half his schedule honestly. The meetings, the social events, the interviews. They were all so fucking boring. They took his attention away from you. Seungcheol places his hands on your arms softly, an equal pout spreading across his face.

“I know but I have to do them. Do this for me? Please. I'll miss you too much if you don't come. I can't look sad in the pictures.” He pokes his bottom lip out, his voice a higher pitch than normal as his words are wrapped in the whine escaping his lips. He widens his dark eyes, giving you a puppish stare. Your heart flutters at the sight. He knows you could never resist him, especially when he’s pouting. You sigh again, this time you lift your foot slightly before setting it again down in protest.

“Fine. I'll come. But I'm not going to pretend to like it. My job is to be your wife, not wear a mask for the paparazzi.” Your voice is defiant, the absolute dread of going evident in your tone. You make sure to let him know how much you dislike these things every time one happens. And they happen a lot. Seungcheol chuckles, his hands rub up and down your arms lightly. He leans in and places a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling away to look at you again then leans back to take in all of you.

“Okay, princess. Go get ready.” He says with a jerk of his head. “Wear that dress I like” He raises his brow slightly and you shake your head lightly, rolling your eyes before bringing your hand to slap his chest playfully. “Stop. We haven't even left yet and we won't leave if I put that one on.” You stick your tongue out at him before shrugging his hands off you. You turn quickly and begin to make your way to your closet, stomping in a continued protest. You fling the door to your walk in open dramatically, your level of spoiled evident at the array of clothing, purses, jewelry, and shoes filling the massive space dedicated solely to you.

You definitely are not wearing his favorite dress, on purpose. If he wants to drag you out to another function against your will then you are going to wear something that would draw a lot more attention to you instead. All eyes on you. You huff, grinning slightly as you survey your wardrobe. Your hands pass softly over each article as you stroll the closet, looking for THE outfit to wear as a tease and a punishment.

You stop in your tracks, as your hand brushes against a dress as your eyes light up. This was it. You smirk, pulling it from the rack. It was perfect. Cherry red, it wraps around your neck in a halter to drape lightly over your breasts leaving a split in the middle. The tail end of one side hangs loosely down your leg, the other coiling around your back to billow like a train behind you. The bottom starts at your waist, hugging your curves before it stops mid thigh, the opposite side pulled up to rest in a swoop on your hip to leave the side of your leg fully exposed. It left very little to the imagination and you hope it makes Seungcheol struggle to pay attention to anything but you.

You slip into the dress, pairing it with some strappy gold, open toed heels. You slip on your shiniest gold plated jewelry to make sure you were the brightest diamond in the room. You spend less time on your hair, opting for a simple half up, half down hairstyle. It brings the hair off your face and neck to show off your accessories while leaving perfectly placed strands to frame your face. You add soft eyeshadow and bright red lips to match the dress, admiring yourself in the mirror of your closet as you run your hands down your sides and over the curve of your hips, taking a few turns to admire your body in the reflection.

You smirk, a small huff of air leaving your nose as you approve your look before you grab a small clutch that matches your shoes before exiting. You make your way to the living room of your shared penthouse to findSeungcheol waiting, reclining on the couch. Already clad in his attire, he sits with one foot crossed over the opposite leg. He wears black jeans he holds up with a gold buckled, dark brown belt in which he has a black, high neck shirt slightly tucked into. His blazer is blacked, studded with silver specks to match the small silver chain around his neck. His obsidian, ear length hair is pushed back to reveal his forehead, half of his bangs hanging just above his eyes. Your heart stops at the sight of him but you work to recover, remembering that despite his beauty he is still taking you somewhere where he wouldn’t pay any attention to you.

You lift your head higher, squaring your shoulders back as you take purposeful strides towards him, not missing the way his eyes graze your body. A flicker of heat flashes in them and you smirk at the sight. You continue to walk past, not stopping to wait for him, as you make your way to the door. You hear him following, the soft clack of your heels echoing in the space around the two of you as he closes the door before following you to the car.

Ever the gentleman, Seungcheol opens the back door to the car waiting for you, allowing you to slide in before he closes the door softly. On the ride to the venue, he wraps his hand around yours and squeezes it, his thumb caressing the top of your hand softly. The ride is quiet, as expected, and you spend the entire drive staring aimlessly out of the window, watching the scenery fly by. The idol life was a hard one, forever torn between wanting to give your fans the best you can but also just wanting to be human. The rides there were spent in silence as Seungcheol prepares himself for the role he has to play on screen, one you also have to play with as well. You sigh under your breath, your gaze focusing on the skyline. The sky outside your window is muted, the bright blue morphing into pale pinks and oranges as the sun begins its descent into the horizon as you pull up to the venue.

You sit patiently as Seungcheol exits the car before coming around to open your door for you, offering a hand to help you out. You slide your hand into his before placing your heeled feet onto the asphalt one by one. You stand with your husband’s help and smooth your dress out before he takes your hand and places it onto his arm. The two of you walk quickly inside a bustling open space. Tables fill the area to your right, all decorated with white flowers and crisp linen napkins. To the left sits a stage, decorated with the same white flowers and a small pulpit-like stand. Apparently this was some sort of an awards ceremony.

You groan audibly, making sure Seungcheol hears your displeasure as he leads you to the tables as you follow a sleek suited staff member. When you approach your table, he pulls your chair out for you and waits for you to sit before pushing the chair forward. He leans over and places a kiss to the top of your head before sauntering off to an adjacent table already full of most of his group members. You sigh again, propping your head on your hand as you survey the room. It’s filled with people, some you recognize and some you’ve never seen before. Boredom sets in quickly, the feeling of not wanting to be there setting in relatively quick tonight.

You bounce your leg under the table as you continue to scan the room, looking for a reason to get up and leave. Seungcheol loved you but he loved his members too. It was a balance he was good at maintaining and you knew that tonight was not a night for you. You begin to pull your eyes back to your empty table until something catches it. Or, well, someone. He is off the side and alone. At average height, his jet black hair is parted in the middle and his bangs frame his face as they come to rest on his cheeks. His cheekbones are accented for the cameras, his jaw sharp enough to kill with that paired with his cherry tinted lush lips. He looks dangerous, absolutely enticing in his white button down that is splashed with black and light gray squares across it. He has his shirt tucked into a pair of black dress slacks and a matching tie, polished loafers completing the ensemble. He knew he was attractive and it was evident in how he carried himself.

You smile and your stomach flutters. This is definitely your target. Something moves in your peripheral and you jerk your head to the side to see your husband as he makes his way around the table next to you. His eyes aren’t directly on you but you know he is watching so you wait before you make a move. Your eyes find your new interest again and you watch him closely, noting the way he carries himself as you size him up. So confident, so…..catty. You smirk, noting Seungcheol from the side of your eyesight. Very slowly, you slide your ring off, the diamond catching the lighting momentarily as you toss it into your clutch. You stand quickly, wanting your husband to see you as you stalk off towards some other man, a prospect... someone else who would give you the attention you deserve. You walk gracefully, your steps purposeful, as you sashay your hips with a little flair before approaching your handsome stranger. You smile as you stop to stand next to him, clutch in hand while you cross your arms across your chest.

“Enjoying the chaos from the safety of the sidelines, I see.” you tell him as you train your eyes to the room full of tables before you. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before and I’d remember because you’re quite the tall glass of water.” You smile slyly, turning your head to catch his gaze before locking on to his obsidian orbs. You watch as a faint flush of pink graces his cheeks before it disappears and an equally sly smile graces his lips. You watch his eyes as they flit to roam your body, your dress a beacon for straying eyes. You lean in slightly, pushing your chest out to cause the slit in your top to open a little more and give him a better view of your assets.

His eyes flutter momentarily, not lingering which almost causes you to pout. It wasn’t the reaction you had wanted but you try not to let it get you down. It was kind of hot that he didn’t immediately fall to your half ass effort. You like to chase sometimes. In the time your eyes are off of him, his eyes are on you and drinking in your body. The curves of your hips and your breasts, the thickness of your thighs, and the empty spot on your ring finger. A smirk crosses the man’s face before he turns his attention back to the room. When you return to people watching, you can see that Seungcheol is casually looking around the room trying to find you..You smirk quickly, reveling in watching him try to find you before turning back to the man next to you. You shift on your feet, using the motion to move a bit closer to your strange man to allow your arms to touch. A thrill immediately shoots through you at the contact.

“I’m going to be honest with you,….” you trail off, pulling your attention from the crowd and returning your gaze to the man next to you. “I haven’t gotten your name yet, actually.” You say cheekily. He smirks, chuffing slightly before he answers, leaning in towards you a little. “You never asked actually. But it’s Changkyun.” He leans back but not all the way, keeping a small space between the two of your faces.

“Ah, well I’m going to be honest, Changkyun. These things are quite boring to me and you caught my attention. You look like a little bit of fun, some color to all this drab, you know? Care to keep me occupied?” You ask boldly, tightening your arms around your chest to help push your breasts up a little more, for extra persuasion if he needs it. Changkyun chuckles softly, the sound light yet deep at the same time and it sends a small shiver through you.

“I’m not sure if you could handle my brand of occupied, princess. You look like you’re used to everyone giving you everything you ever want.” He brings a hand up to your waist, his fingers trailing down to your hip lightly before he grips it. “Fun, huh? How bad do you want some entertainment?” Changkyun leans in, his mouth dangerously close to your ears as he whispers. “Would you beg for it?”

You scoff, struggling to force down the warmth that was beginning to blossom in your stomach. The fact that he could read you so well was,....attractive, and paired with the husky tone in his voice as it caressed your ear, you had to fight hard at the reaction your body was having. His fingers on your waist all but burned with warmth and it radiated everywhere. Your brain struggles to formulate a response, unsure of how you would even answer when he speaks again.

“Aww, cat got your tongue, princess?” he tsks, the sound shooting directly into your ear from his lips before he leans closer to almost nuzzle your neck. “I thought you wanted to play. You don’t want to be my little kitten?” His voice is raspy and his breath ghosts across the crook of your neck. You shiver noticeably this time, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth with your teeth. His fingers squeeze your hip lightly again before pulling you towards him, your bodies snug together as you stand hip to hi and your breath catches. You set out looking for fun but you didn’t expect it to play out like this.

He slides his fingers slowly from your hip around to your back to rest his hand softly. The touch is cool, featherlight as his fingertips all but hover over your skin but your body is on fire underneath it and you fight to press your back harder into his slender hand. He lifts his head, grinning cheekily before he glances around the room again. His fingers begin to draw lazy lines up and down your back, charting their course dangerously close to your ass before moving back upwards again. You were melting faster than ice on a cloudless, summer day already and so you take a breath, grounding yourself mentally before you make a move.

You turn towards him ever so slightly, your bodies touching faintly. You slide a finger through one of his belt loops and tug it softly, praying the fluster you’re feeling isn't evident in your voice when you speak again. “Beg? I don't beg. And even if I did, I'm not sure you could make me do so. I require a lot of attention. I'm a lot to handle.” You swallow silently, hoping the faltering shake in the last of your words wasn't noticeable because damn, did he have you fucked up and fucked up so fast. This was supposed to be your game of cat and mouse but you were slowly becoming the mouse in this power play . Another low, husky chuckles fills the air between the two of you, the sound acting like a fan to the embers smoldering in your stomach.

“You have no idea what I'm capable of, princess. The question is, ….are you brave enough to find out?” He turns to look at you and arches an eyebrow, watching you questioningly. A challenge, a dare, an invitation. Your breathing speeds up slightly, your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. Your eyes flit across his features before roaming the rest of him, your mind quick to run away as it begins to create wild fantasies of the ways he would make you beg. You shove them away for a moment, ignoring the excited flutter they send through your core before falling back into your original role in this dynamic. You are the cat and this is your prey. You can make him beg and plead for you, make him absolutely fawn over you. You are that bitch. With your renewed confidence, you catch his eyes again as you place your other hand against his stomach and run it up to rest on his chest.

“Brave enough? Oh, Changkyun. The things I would do to you.” You tell him with a soft laugh. “I'll play your game and whoever begs first loses, hm?”

You smile confidently as you catch a hint of lust flicker across his eyes. He smirks at you, the action devilish in nature, before he leans close to your ear again. The hand that is trailing your lower back dips even lower this time, grazing down slowly while his fingers curl around to cup the curve of your ass before squeezing softly. He brings his mouth to your cheek, a chuckle escaping his mouth as nothing but a mere ghost of a breath, its warmth billows between you and hits your skin, spurring on a shiver that runs through you. His raspy voice deepens dramatically as he whispers softly into your ear .

“Game on then, princess.” You hear the sly grin in his voice and it doesn't help in smothering the ever growing fire burning inside you. Without warning, his teeth graze your earlobe and tug softly before releasing it. A small gasp leaves your lips and you bite back the moan traveling dangerously close behind it. He leans back up, the grin you heard seconds before plastered across his face smugly as he turns his head to watch the room again. You push your body closer to him as you run your hands slowly down his chest, stopping at the top of his pants. You dance your fingers delicately over the button, gliding them teasingly down the zipper. You can feel his body respond to your touch and it sends a rush through you. It's a turn on but also feeds the raging lust rising like a phoenix in the flames blazing in your core. A slender, wide hand wraps around your wrist to halt your teasing strokes followed by a soft, sensual chuckle.

He clicks his tongue twice, his voice muted. “You're going to have to do better than that. Are you trying to simply turn me on or make me beg? Hm?” His eyes never leave the room in front of you as he continues. “Be a big girl, princess. Didn't you say I had no idea the things you would do to me? Why don't you tell me then. Use your words.” His words are a demand in the disguise of a request and if he wants to play, then you will play to win. You shake your wrist from his grip then slide your hands around his waist, crossing them around his back lifting up on your tiptoes to bring your mouth to his ear.

“You want words, I’ll give you words.” You whisper before nipping his ear gently. You brush your lips against the inside of his neck, the touch featherlight before pulling back to leave a breath of space between his skin and your lips. “You’ve considered it, haven’t you? In the short time we’ve been here, you’ve imagined what it would be like to run those big, slender hands across my small, delicate body.” You uncross your hands around his back and bring them to his waist as you begin to slide them back up his chest at a snail’s pace, agonizingly and exaggeratingly slow as you allow the buttons on his shirt to snag against your fingers.

You press your lips into the crook of his neck again, just as light as before and bring your mouth back slightly. Your warm breath rolls against the cool imprint of your lips and you can feel the slight shiver it sends through him. You smirk confidently to yourself before you whisper again, pressing your chest into his body. “I’ll admit, I’ve thought about how it would feel for you to touch my chest, to squeeze and knead my breasts before teasing my nipple, pinching and rolling it between these fingers before putting your mouth on them to tease with your tongue.” Your hands stop to rest flatly against his stomach, the heel of your palm touching the top of his waistband.

“I bet that tongue is amazing too, hm? I’d love to straddle your face and see if it can make me cum all over those plush, pillowy soft lips of yours.” You hum softly next to his ear, the sound bouncing around in your throat. “But I also would love to tease you with my tongue as well. You wouldn’t be able to resist as I licked your cock softly, maybe swirl my tongue around your head a few times before I inhale you into my warm, wet mouth and do my best to suck the very atoms of your body out of you. I just know the sounds you are bound to make would shatter my existence. They would be a delicacy to satiate my finicky palate”

You drop a hand to the front of his pants and are met with a noticeable bulge. A surge of arrogance swirls in you pairing with your own arousal as your mind creates images to the words you were feeding Changkyun, further turning you on as well. You place a kiss on his neck, exaggerating your movements and you can hear a small, soft groan before it dies in his throat. You press your body flush against his, your hands sliding around his waist once more before you teasingly grind against him softly. You bring your head from his neck, moving softly to face him, leaving your lips mere centimeters from his as you flick your eyes to his then back to his lips. You close the small space between you, pressing your mouth to his and fight back to moan threatening to escape. Your body aches, desperate for his touch but you resist the urge to give in and pull back quickly, grabbing his bottom lip with your teeth to pull it with you before releasing it. You hum, a satisfactory smile creeping across your face.

“I wouldn’t stop there though. You play a hard game but I bet you would fold the minute I actually took the reins. Imagine it, you straddled between my thighs, my hand wrapped around this delicious neck of yours before I submerge you deep into my tight, warm, absolutely soaking wet pussy. I’d fuck you so good, Changkyun. I know you’d be begging me then, only you would be begging me to allow you to fill me up. What a sweet sound that’s going to be because I just know you’ll be begging before the night is over anyway.”

His hands come to grip your waist, squeezing roughly and you scoff, sending a puff of air from your nose as you curl your lips into a sassy smirk. You press your lips against his again, sliding them slowly across his. You grip his waist with an equal strength, pulling him into you more while rolling your hips against the hardness protruding from the front of his pants. You pull away from the kiss and a moan in protest leaves his lips which you nip a little less gently this time. His eyes find yours and you’re thrilled to see the lust blazing in them. Too easy, you think to yourself. Game.Set.Match He digs his fingers into your hips more, the sensation sending electric jolts through you. You want so desperately to wrap yourself around him but you refuse to lose this little game. Instead, you hold his gaze before you speak again. “Maybe we should continue our little pursuit somewhere more private. Unless, you’re into publicity. There’s plenty of it here, especially with all the cameras.” You smirk cheekily at him, leaning forward boldly to grab his tie with your teeth to tug him forward as you step backwards softly. Changkyun doesn’t resist but he comes close to you again, your bodies almost flush so he can whisper in your ear.

“I’m not afraid of an audience but I feel like it would be best to keep your end of this under the cover of privacy.” He nibbles your earlobe softly and you bite your lip quickly, everything about him driving you absolutely insane now. “Let’s go, princess. Surely there’s an empty office back here somewhere we can play in.” Changkyun doesn’t wait for you to answer before he drops his hands from your hips reaching to remove yours from his waist so he can grab your hand and lead you to a hallway off to the side.

“Oh, by the way. There’s a man out there in a sparkly black blazer that has been really focused on you lately.” He mutters softly as he tugs you closer to the hallway. A thrill shoots through you at his words. You know you would be watched and the confirmation excites you even more leaving you to feel giddy as you let Changkyun lead you through a door then down a reasonably long hallway. The offices here were all dark, everyone having clocked out hours ago and what employees left sprinkled out in the chaos you just left behind, keeping everything running smoothly. As you near the end of the hallway, he tries a few doors only to be met with door handles jingling in the empty space as the first few come up locked. The third one opens, swinging into a dark room that you can vaguely make out a desk and chairs in. His hand fumbles along the wall before finding a switch which he flips on.

The room illuminates quickly allowing the quaint, cluttered desk to come into view. A rolling chair sits behind it with two low back chairs in front of it. It was a small room, but it would work. You close the door behind you and the moment the latch catches, Changkyun is on you. He pushes you against the door with his body, pressing into you roughly. His hands roam your sides, sliding teasingly over your breasts before coming to cup your neck. You gasp slightly, your body aching under his touch as you almost give into the wildfire blazing under your skin . He dips his head, bringing his lips to almost touch yours. His breathing is rapid, the gusts of his breath rolling off your skin. You meet and hold his gaze, desire lighting both of your eyes but neither of you would cave.

“Remember, kitten. Whoever begs first loses but I’m considering changing the rules. How about whoever moans or whimpers first loses, no? Or can you not handle that steep of a challenge?” His voice is deep and raspy, his words are almost a growl as they leave his lips. Your head is spinning, drunk off the lust feeding from his touch and his sounds that you almost give in right then and there but you don’t. Somehow you manage to gather yourself long enough to agree. Changkyun pulls you to him, his hands still cupping your neck before he crashes his mouth against yours. The kiss is needy and laced with desperation. You lose yourself in it, your hands wrapping around him to run as far up his back as they can go. You fist his shirt in your hands and press yourself against him more despite being flush with his body. His tongue flickers across your lips as if knocking to ask for permission to enter and you part your lips willingly for him. Your tongue dances with his wildly, exploring his mouth and savoring the taste of him in yours.

He begins to walk backwards and you follow, desperate to keep the connection between your mouths as you drop the clutch you’ve been carrying this entire time, the sound of it hitting the floor echoing around you. His hands slip from your neck to your hips where he guides you, his steps hasty. His legs bump the desk behind him and he swings you around swiftly, pressing you against the edge of it. His kisses grow sloppier, his tongue more eager and it takes effort to not let the moans building up inside to slip gracefully from your mouth into his for him to swallow. Your bodies press against each other, neither of you willing to put space between you. His hands come from your hips to glide up your stomach before they rest on your chest. Your body slouches under his hands as if sighing in relief. Your chest aches for more and as if reading your mind, he obliges to your thoughts as he begins to knead your breast gently. He weaves his hands into the slit of your dress, grasping your bare breast causing you gasp softly into his mouth.

He grinds against you and his erection digs into your front. You want to moan so desperately, the ache building between your thighs almost unbearable. He pulls away, breaking the contact between your mouths and kisses your jaw before kissing your neck, making his way down your body. His hands release as well, one coming to move the fabric of your dress to the side before he places his mouth on one of your plump breasts. You gasp quietly, quickly shutting your mouth to hold back the moan you wanted to release. He sucks softly, his tongue coming to swirl around your nipple before he flicks it across it, swiping up and down. Pleasure shots through you, running directly from his mouth and into the wetness pooling between your legs. You bite your lip hard, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you begin to fear you’ll lose this game because the sensations running through your body were heightened with him and you desperately needed to make some kind of sound.

He pulls back, your nipple clamped between his lips stretching it lightly as he moves before he releases it to give the opposite one the same attention. Your body trembles under his touch, the lust inside blossoming into a full grown monster and you aren’t sure how much longer you can keep it at bay. He teases and taunts your other breast, his free hand kneading the opposite one at the same time. You unclench your fists, dropping the fabric of his shirt to grip him, pushing your nails into his skin under his shirt. His response was felt when his teeth grazed the nipple in his mouth before he pulled back to kiss up your chest, stopping to nibble on the sensitive area of your neck just below your ear. His hands grab your hips as turns you, pulling your back against his chest.

“Hands on the desk, kitten.” he commands, the words a growl simmering in the back of his throat. You obey immediately, placing your palms flat on the desk leaning forward to arch your back and push your ass into him. You hear his breathing hitch, obviously fighting the groan he wants to release before his hands are running up the back of your thigh. “Remember, you lose if you moan first.” He says hoarsely.

His hands make steady pace, slipping under the fabric of your dress on one side, before stopping to squeeze your ass roughly. His fingers journey up to play with the top of your underwear, curling around it as he begins to pull them down slowly. You press your hands harder into the desk under you, the sounds compacting dangerously in your throat as if waiting for the right moment to erupt like a dormant volcano into the room around the two of you. He tugs them down in an antagonizing slow pace, leaning forward to place kisses along your shoulder blades as he does.

His breath caresses your skin on your bare back and your body shivers, your bones feeling like jello underneath him. He pulls your panties down just enough to give him access, leaving them to dangle at the top of your knees. He runs a hand between your thighs, his fingertips immediately finding your needy and sensitive clit to rub delicate circles on it. You loll your head forward and bite your lip again as you roll your hips into his fingers. Pleasure dances across your body, the performance from his fingers Oscar worthy. The lust inside you bangs violently at your willpower, begging and pleading to give in and let him have you right here against this desk. And you almost oblige until your internal struggle is interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat followed by three distinct clicks of his tongue.

“All this over a function, babygirl?” A familiar voice carried across the empty room.

Your head snaps up at the sound of it, a smirk playing across your voice as you make eye contact with Seungcheol. He walks in the room and closes the door softly behind him. He takes his blazer off, draping it carefully over a chair in front of the desk before he starts to roll his shirt sleeves up. An irritation flashes in his eyes and disappears as fast as it appears, a stoic expression taking its place instead. Your stomach flutters at it, a thrill coursing in your veins knowing you struck a chord as his footsteps bring him closer to you.

“I see you want to play, love. And I’ll let you play but do you really think he’ll satisfy you like I do?” His firm voice floats across the room, his question more a statement than actual curiosity because he knows your body better than anyone else on this earth ever would. He knows how to make you come apart and how to make you melt like putty under his fingers. He approaches the two of you, his eyes darting from your bent over figure to Changkyun standing flush against you before bringing his gaze to settle on Changkyun.

“Have to say it’s a surprise to see you here, Changkyun.” Seungcheol says matter of factly. “Though I shouldn’t be. You’re very much her type.” He crosses his arms across his chest, his eyes dancing with emotion as they move to focus on you.

“You’ll get your turn in a minute. So sit back and enjoy the show. Let me show you how it’s done.” You watch him jerk his head at Changkyun, signaling for him to move out of the way to which Changkyun obliges. He doesn't say a word instead he nods before backing up until he is leaning against the closed door, his arms coming to rest across his chest. You watch the men closely, confused a little at the recognition between the two. When you begin to lean up straight, ready to ask the men if they knew each other, Seungcheol’s hand grasps the back of your neck firmly.

“Aht, aht baby girl. Back down. Hands back down on the desk like a good girl.” He commands.You shudder, noting the tone in his voice and the edge that no one else would notice but you as you lean back over the desk and plant your hands on it firmly again, bracing yourself for what was to come. Seungcheol’s hands run across your back as he comes to stand behind you. He traces his fingers across the bare skin of your back, dancing them up lightly where your top was tied around your neck. He leans forward slightly as he works to untie the bow holding the fabric across your breasts, pulling it apart delicately before allowing it to fall freely from his hands. The fabric sags at the lack of tension and begins to shift down as it starts to pool on the desk beneath you, exposing you to the cool air in the room. Your nipples harden at the sudden change in temperature and Seungcheol’s hands are quick to reach around to play with them. He rolls both nipples between his fingers, both hands teasing you, as he leans forward to kiss your shoulder blades gently.

You shudder beneath him knowing the gentleness is a precursor to what’s to come and you wiggle in anticipation, your ass rubbing against the now strained front of his pants. He pinches your nipples hard, tugging them roughly before he lets them go, sliding his hands around your side as he begins to caress your back lightly. He brings his hands down to run across your hips then down your thighs and back up to cup your ass. One hand dips between your legs and his fingers slide between your folds as he rubs them back and forth, coating them with your wetness. He pulls them back and clicks his tongue again.

“Aw, look at you. Soaking wet already but not for me.” He mocks a pout before slipping his fingers into his mouth, sucking your juices off his digits. “But you still taste just as sweet.” You shiver again, your body ready to burst at any moment as you feel his hands caressing your bare upper back again. He teases you, running his fingertips along your sides lightly before running one down to your hip and the other up into your hair. He fists it quickly and tugs it, pulling your head backs lightly. He leans down to your ear, his breath in quick pants already before he all but growls in your ear.

“No one can make you feel like I do. I’m going to show him how it’s done but just remember, my little cherry blossom, that you are mine. You belong to me. This body? It’s mine. This pussy? It’s mine.” Seungcheol digs his fingers into your hip painfully and pulls your hair harder before shoving your face into the desk forcefully, leaning in more to reach your ear again. “Oh and, you can moan with me. Don't hold back, baby. I'm not playing your silly little game. I want you to let him hear how good I feel. Let him hear what he won’t ever be able to make you do.” he growls so low, the words are barely a ghost in your ear. Your body shivers involuntarily as if his words triggered some kind of muscle memory and it was prepping itself.

You whimper softly as you impatiently wait to feel him sliding into you. When it doesn’t happen almost immediately, you press backwards and whine in hope to coax Seungcheol into giving you what you want. Instead, a sharp smack echoes in the room before heat radiates through your ass. You yelp, jumping slightly at the slap, your motion stifled by the hand holding you against the desk. He chuckles softly at your reaction, rubbing the reddening skin tenderly with his hand to soothe the ache. “Did you really think it would be that easy, baby girl? That I would just give in to you?” You whimper in response, the yes evident in your tone because that’s what Seungcheol does, he gives you anything and everything you want. He raises his hand again before striking your ass in the same spot with an open hand. You stifle your yelp this time, flinching at the tenderness already setting in as he rubs the spot softly again. You knew he was marking you right now but also punishing you at the same time. He would eventually give you what you wanted but he had to deny you first. He had to claim you so Changkyun knew whose body this was, who you belonged to, and that no one would make you come apart like he could. You whine softly when his hand falls from your ass once more. “Cheoli-” You begin only for him to cut you off before you can finish.

“Cheoli isn’t here, my sweet little blossom.” he responds as he places a third slap to your ass, this one stinging more before the pain morphs briefly to a hint of pleasure at the end. You moan quietly as he massages your cheek once more. His hand on your head relaxes as it trails down your back to rest on your hip. “Only fourteen more to go.” he tells you, the smirk on his face present in his tone. You whimper in protest, desperate for him to plunge into you and fuck you but instead he continues speaking. “Count them, angel.”

Another whine falls from your lips, drawn out to express your disdain but before you could open your mouth to protest, his hand falls back against your tender skin. You groan, forgetting that you are supposed to be counting. His response follows quickly, ever ready to make sure you behave. “Count them. That was four, my love. The next one you forget, we start over.” You sigh, bracing yourself for the next one. It comes with two more quickly behind it.

“five, six, seven…”

Your ass stings with every collision of his hand against it but each time the pain lessens after slowly turning into pleasure. Your whimpers transform into soft moans, your body shivering with need, ready to explode at any second. His hand connects again, three back to back one more time.

“eight, nine, ten…”

Seungcheol spends a little extra time caressing your red, tender skin. You had no doubt there would be a handprint left behind after this, especially as he kisses around the outside of the red area shining brightly like a trophy for him. His lips leave your skin, swiftly replaced with another set of three slaps. You moan softly, arching your back to push your ass up and back to him, almost forgetting to continue your count. Your body was an inferno of lust and you were desperate for relief from it.

“eleven, twelve, thirteen….” you moan almost inaudibly. A hand rubs the place of impact again and you whimper. “Cheoli please,... no more.” you pant softly, the whine in your tone drawing out the syllables in each word. “I need you, please.” You hear him chuckle again as he rolls his hips against you, the strained front of his pants sending a chill through you. “Such a needy little thing today aren’t you?” he chuckles again as he squeezes the almost blistered part of your ass, causing you to wince softly. “You only have four more to go, baby.”

You whine more before his hand connects with your skin again. You brace yourself for the others to come and when they don't, you quickly count out the number.

“fourteen..Cheol-” was all you could get out before his hand connected again. You whine loudly, knowing he was drawing the last few out unnecessarily. “fifteen…” his fingers dig into your hips, the touch possessive but loving. Another smack stings your skin, this one more forceful than the last. The pain fades quickly as you slowly drink in the pleasure throbbing under your skin.

“sixteen..” You barely manage to moan out as you anticipate the last one. Seungcheol rubs your ass generously, the hand on your hip comes down to grasp the other side as it joins in on the massage. His fingers grip your flesh roughly as he pushes and pulls, spreading your ass cheeks apart slightly, his fingers brushing close to your aching cunt. You moan, instinctively moving your body to the touch in attempts to get the friction you desperately need. Your body was burning, the flames all but consuming you. You whined loudly in protest when his fingers trailed further away, leaving you aching instead of full. The second the sound of your whine spills over your lips, his hand collides with your red, raw ass the final time, this time with more force than any of the others previously. The pain stings longer, tears forming at your water line, the pleasure masked by the throbbing. You sniffle softly as Seungcheol places a gentle kiss to your skin, careful not to make it hurt further.

“Seventeen” you say softly, a single tear slipping down your cheek. He places another kiss on the small of your back, peppering his way to the nape of your neck, his hands wrapping around your waist as he presses his body against you. He kisses the crook of your neck and whispers in your ear. “That’s my good girl.”

You shudder, the movement coursing through your entire body as his arms squeeze around your waist softly. You smile at the tenderness before he unwraps a hand and snakes it between your legs. His fingers slide to your clit and you moan at the touch before he begins to rub small, soft circles on the sensitive bud. You roll your hips against his fingers, the desperation returning as you crave more of the pleasurable sensation shooting through you before it coils tightly in your stomach. Seungcheol knew how to work your body. He knew how to touch you to ignite you and then set you off, to let you sizzle and burn out and he knew that you were already wound too tight. He quickens his circles as you moan at the change in pace. Your hips buck against his fingers, the sensation too much as it sends you right over the edge almost instantly, that coil snapping almost explosively. You cry out as your body trembles, Seungcheol’s fingers never relent in their pace as he rubs continuously to draw your pleasure out.

Your hips slowly stop pushing forward as the last lingering bit of your orgasm fades. You rest against the desk, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you come down. Seungcheol places a soft kiss to the nape of your neck again, nuzzling you softly with his nose. “So beautiful when you fall to pieces for me.” he whispers softly against your neck before he leans back to stand up. A thrill shoots through you when you hear his clothing rustling. You hear a heavy sound as he unbuttons his pants and they fall to the floor. His hands grasp your waist again softly as he pulls you backwards towards him. “Turn around.” he commands and you obey without question. You spin around to face him and he tugs your dress up to expose your lower half, bunching it around your waist. He presses his body against yours, his hard cock rubbing against you as he lifts you just enough to sit you on the edge of the desk. “I want you to look at me as I make you come again. I want to watch as your eyes roll back as my name flies from your lips. I want to see just how you belong to me. I want you to watch me as I fill you to the brim and know that you will always mine.” He says with a soft growl.

Your eyes meet his and you can see the need for dominance, the possessiveness flickering in them. The sight sends a spark of arousal through you, your body revving up again under his gaze like it always does. His eyes never leave yours as he spreads your legs and nestles between them, lining himself up with your entrance. You wrap your legs around him as he slips himself into you slowly, making his way inch by inch. You moan softly at the fullness, the familiarity a relief. Your hands come around his neck as he bottoms out, your bodies flush against each other. He rocks his hips forward sharply, a small tease as it pushes himself deeper into you. You moan again before you whisper softly, “Cheoli, just fuck me already, please.”

Without any hesitation, he pulls back and thrusts into you again and you hum in satisfaction. The sound fuels him and he does it again, settling into a rhythm. You roll your hips to meet every upward stroke he makes, slamming yourself against him with equal force as you match his rhythm. The sounds of your moans mix together to form a symphony between you, the sound reverberating in the air of the room as his pace quickens, each thrust harder and faster than the last. Your head lolls back and his mouth comes to your neck immediately. His pace lessens slightly as he nibbles and sucks on the sensitive skin right below your ear. Every time his teeth graze your teeth, your skin prickles before sending a shiver through your burning body, adding fuel to the newly growing fire.

He bites your neck harder before sucking even harder, determined to leave yet another mark on you, another sign that you were his for everyone to see. You moan loudly, your fingers trailing up to curl into his hair and you tug it quickly. He growls almost animalistic against your neck before he picks up his pace again, causing you to curse under your breath before the words transform into a loud moan. The ember burning in your core catches and ignites, the flames consuming you now as they dance wildly, threatening to explode. Your fingers tighten in Seungcheol’s hair as you work to match his pace when he slows down drastically before stopping, leaving you to dangle on the edge of your release. You groan in protest and his lips catch yours to swallow the sound. His mouth presses against yours passionately, an edge of tenderness linger with every part of his lush, rouge colored lips. His tongue dances out to caress your mouth, begging for entrance and you grant it, flicking your tongue out to meet his. They clash intensely, your tastes melding together in the space between you. You rock your hips against him, needing him to continue, craving him to push you over the edge into the awaiting bliss.

He groans softly but refuses to move, his tongue still dancing in and out of your mouth. He leans forward into you, the motion moving you backwards until you are flat against the desk underneath you. He leans down closer before pulling your legs from around him, his lips still entwined with yours. His teeth nip your bottom lip, pulling it with him as he moves back before he releases it. He grabs your ankles, tossing them over his shoulders before he leans back down, rolling your body up ever so slightly. You cross your ankles around his neck and his hands grip your hips before he begins to thrust into you again. You shutter and moan, his thrust echoing throughout your body. He begins to slam into you relentlessly, his strokes equally fast and rough pushing you back to the edge again. Your eyes start to flutter closed when he grabs your chin roughly. “Aht aht, look at me.” He bellows, his voice husky, laced with the lust driving him. He drives into you faster and harder, the sound of flesh connecting floating through the air as he finally pushes you over the ledge, catapulting you into the awaiting tides of bliss . The tension entwined in your stomach finally breaks, releasing intense tides of pleasure to crash into you. You cry out, your eyes rolling back and wave after wave runs through you, ebbing and flowing in an extended duration as Seungcheol's pace continues.

He growls at the sight of your trembling body as you clench around him tightly, your orgasm vibrating against him with each wave. He drives into you faster, the precision to his thrusts fading as his need for release takes over. You moan softly, the last edge of your orgasm leaving you sensitive as he pounds into you roughly. Your eyes stay fixated on his, noting the possessive, lust glazed look in his eyes as his beautiful obsidian orbs bear into you. You bring your lower lip into your mouth and gnaw it slightly, your body flickering with a new arousal at the sight of him. His fingers dig into you, as if anchoring you in place and you know he's about to tumble off the edge of his own climax.

As you guessed, the next thrust into you, Seungcheol groans loudly, cursing on the tail end of the sound. “Are you ready for me to fill you up like a good girl? Are you ready for me to mark my claim on you, angel?” he asks, his voice low and raspy. You moan softly in response, the only answer he needs before he rams into you one final time as he cums, his sticky seed squirting into you. He bucks his hips with each wave of his orgasm, the impact of his body against yours sending vibrations through you, further sparking the arousal beginning again. After a moment, he stops thrusting and his hands come to your thighs, rubbing them gently before he untangles himself from your legs. He pulls you up, pressing you into his chest and places a soft, passionate kiss on your lips. You moan softly when his hands come to your breasts. He kneads them softly, stopping to tease your nipples every now and then. You push your hips forward slightly, your body responding to his touch like it always does.

He breaks the kiss before he pulls out of you slowly, pulling you off the desk and turning you around again. He places a hand on your shoulder blade and guides you to bend over back over the desk while the other hand trails slowly downward, his fingertips leaving the ghost of their path to tingle behind them. He follows the curve of your ass before he stops at your entrance. You can hear him groan softly at the sight of your over-filled cunt, his release dripping slowly from it right before his eyes. He runs a finger down the inside of your thigh to swipe his cum onto it. He runs it back upwards before he slides it into you, pushing his seed deeper inside. You moan, pushing yourself against his digits, your body still sensitive from your previous orgasm. A heat flickers up once again under his touch and you sigh at the feeling of him. Seungcheol continues to slip his fingers in and out of you at a slow, antagonizing pace. You whine in protest, trying to push yourself against his hand for the friction you were once again craving.

He continues to finger you slowly, taking his time with every slip inside making sure to curl his fingers and brush against your sweet spot before sipping them out again. You whine loudly, the desperate need to be filled and fucked again overwhelming to the point that your eyes threaten to tear up. He teased you softly and slowly, stoking the flames smoldering again in your core. He slips his fingers out, bringing them to your lips, to which you instinctively open your mouth for. He slips them into your mouth and you obediently begin to suck them, swirling your tongue around his digits to remove the mixture of you two from them. You moan softly at the taste, the sound vibrating against his hand, and he slips from your mouth as he steps away. An ache burns between your thighs and you squeeze them tightly.

You whine as he pulls away from you, your body almost shaking with the need for his touch and another release. He steps back to redress himself before stepping to the side. You watch him, still leaning over the desk, as he walks to your purse discarded on the floor. The sound of the latch popping echoes as he rummages through the clutch before he tosses it on the floor, the rest of the contents spilling out. He makes his way back to you, his footsteps heavy across the small distance, the sound giving you a thrill. Seungcheol Reaches out and takes your left hand before sliding your wedding ring back onto it gently. He places your hand back down on the desk and comes to stand behind you, shuffling coming from his pocket. His arms come around your face, something dangling between them. He shifts his hands at the nape of your neck, brushing your hair to the side as he works to fasten the dainty day collar on you. Your hand comes to touch it, feeling the delicate chain and the olive branch dangling from the small O shaped ring nestled cozily against your throat. Seungcheol leans to rest his lips just next to your ear, his voice soft and low as if telling a secret only meant for you.

“A reminder,...” he says as his breath billows against the shell of your ear. “of whom you belong too, princess, while you have your fun.”

He places a soft, tender kiss on your temple before retreating, stopping to stand in front of the door. You shiver, your body aching for more as you watch him walk away to stand and watch. As if he was observing you to prove his point. Your eyes widen, excitement flooding through you. Your body, pre-warmed for the next contender, buzzes at the thought of him watching you as you test out Changkyun, a challenge to prove that your heart, body, and mind all belong to Seungcheol. Another touch ignites against your skin, this one unfamiliar but equally as exciting. Your body purrs beneath it, teased and eager for the attention to come. A sting radiates through the tender skin of your ass as fingers graze across them. You hiss softly but don’t try to move, allowing Changkyun’s hands to finish their journey. A hand dips down, two fingers slipping into you with ease as he begins to pump them in and out slowly. You bite your lip as he fingers you slowly, your body grateful for the touch. You rock back against his hand slightly in a dire need for more as he pushes every drop of Seungcheol’s release deeper into you as well. You can hear the jingle of his belt as it unfastens and the soft swish of fabric as his pants fall, letting them pool at his ankles. Another rustling of fabric follows as he quickly unbuttons his shirt to toss in aside as well. You shiver lightly when he presses his naked body against yours, his erection nestled between you. You groan, pushing yourself back, your body desperate for more as he leans over, fisting your hair forcefully. He brings his lips to your ear, his breathing coming in shaking rasps as he whispers to you..

“You’ve not had enough, have you?” he chuckles, the sound no more than a low rumble. “I’ll admit, I was a little disappointed he got to have you first. I wanted to be the one to get off first, to christen your sweet little pussy but now I’m curious as to just how full you can get. You’d like that wouldn’t you? To be filled to the brim like a good little cumdumpster.” He hums, the sound vibrating through your body, fueling the ache inside. You whimper softly, pushing back against him to convey the need you felt. You wanted him to bury himself to the hilt inside you and, in that moment, you would beg for it.

He releases your hair and leans up, his hand dragging harshly down your bare back to wrap around your hip firmly. He grabs himself with his free hand, stroking lightly before teasing you as he rubs his head up and down between your cheeks. You groan softly when he stops at your entrance and you push back against him lightly. He doesn’t stop you but pushes himself forward, sliding into you quickly. It felt different, the way he filled you, the way he touched you so roughly without a gentle undertone. It felt good but in a different way. It was volatile and explosive instead of slow burning, a spark meant to detonate instead of fizzle out delicately. You sigh, the sound morphing into a moan at the sensation. Your body heaves at the relief of being full but continues to burn for more. He grinds against you, his thrust rough, before he pulls almost completely out of you.

“Sounds like you lost, kitten. Now let’s see what other noises you can make.” he murmurs before he slams back into you forcefully. You moan loudly, your body rocking forward against the desk. The tension in your stomach was already dangerously close to snapping, a courtesy given to you by Seungcheol, leaving you barely hanging by a thread. Changkyun’s thrusts remain the same pace, railing you as hard as he could as he worked towards the release he knew was already built up. Your fingers tense, trying to grasp the desk as you poorly attempt to keep the sounds flying from your mouth down. A sharp clap rings out, your already sensitive skin burning furiously as his hand connects with the raw skin of your ass.

“Choke back one more sound and I’ll bruise the other side. Let me hear how it sounds when I am filling you up, princess.” he growls, his thrusts coming faster. You moan loudly, partly from obedience and partly from the pleasure exploding in every cell of your body. His strokes continue, angling himself to hit all the right spots, and within minutes the structure of your release wobbles and collapses. You cry out, your head lolling back as you arch your back to push against him, clenching him tightly. Release slams into you, your body quivering almost violently as your third orgasm surges through you. Changkyun continues to pound into you, drawing your pleasure out longer.

Once the waves subside, he slows down before coming to a stop, rolling his hips against your ass in a tease before leaning over slightly. He snakes a hand around your throat, pulling you up flush against his chest. “Next time” he grumbles “I want to hear my name spill from those slutty little lips.” He squeezes your neck tightly before releasing it and you shutter, your body still smoldering despite the orgasm that had just barely finished wrecking your body. He slides out of you, a small whimper of protest leaving you, and moves back as he reaches to turn you around. He lightly tugs your arm down, a signal that you need no explanation for. You drop obediently to your knees, your hands coming to rest on his thighs as you look up at him. He steps out of his clothing, tossing them to the side and smirks as he strokes himself softly, watching you with attentive eyes.

“I’ve got something to help satiate the thirst you so clearly have, kitten. And don’t worry, there’s enough to fill you with after too.” he says, a catty, arrogance in his tone. “Open” He commands firmly and you oblige, parting your lips compliantly as he guides himself between them. You hum softly as you start to suck him slowly. You can feel his muscles tighten under your hands and you smirk, feeling a little arrogant. You swirl your tongue around the end of his head, flicking it over the apex lightly before sucking him a little harder as you slowly descend. You slide down until your face is flush with his pelvis, his cock nestled against the back of your throat. He groans before coiling both hands in your hair, his fingers wrapping tightly around the strands gathered in his fists. He thrusts his hips forward, the motion pushing his cock further into your mouth.

Your eyes hold his gaze, his jet black orbs dancing with a blaze of lust and dominance as he pulls back to push into your mouth, his pace picking up at the next stroke. He pulls himself almost all the way out before practically slamming into the back of your mouth. Your fingers curl against his thigh as his thrusts grow faster, the rough rhythm growing steadily. He hits your throat again, this time pulling your hair to hold you there as you gag forcefully. He groans louder this time and the sound echoes through you as it turns you over in its grasps. Another ache starts to form between your thighs as you gasp for air when he pulls out. He doesn’t give you but a few seconds to breathe before he’s back against your throat, pounding in and out before shoving himself as far into your mouth as he can to watch you choke, each gag more intense than the last.

Your nails now dig into his skin, redness forming around them as tears start to form and seek escape down your face. His groans come more frequently, morphing into the most beautiful hisses and soft moans you’ve ever heard. The throbbing between your legs has grown considerably despite the absolute storm he was unleashed on your face. His pace grows erratic as he continues to crash against your mouth over and over. Your throat burns, a rawness settling in from the harshness of every dry heave you make mixing with the relentless pounding of his cock against it. The tears that formed originally never stopped forming, your face undoubtedly streaked with mascara. His hands tighten on your head, his sloppy strokes heightening before he collides with your throat one final time.His throws his head back as a long, low moan flows from his lips. You can feel his thighs shaking under your fingers before his hot, saltiness sprays into your mouth. You moan, the sound vibrating around him which causes him to jerk, thrusting against your face again. He keeps you firmly flush against his pelvis as his body twitches with his release.

You lift your eyes up to watch his face as the last waves of pleasure reside, leaving him breathless and panting. When he looks down, he catches your gaze and groans. “Drink up, kitten.” he commands as he pulls out, waiting to watch you drink him obediently. You drop your hands from his thighs before swallowing his load, holding your tongue out to show him almost proudly. He reaches down to grip your chin with his fingers, tilting your head upwards. The heat between your legs all but ignites threatening to catch and cause a wildfire as he stares deep into your eyes, a confident smirk dancing across his lips. He could see the lust glazing your eyes and he knew you wanted more.

“Such a good girl you are.” he coos, your body melting but also revving up at the praise. He releases your chin and your eyes drop, noting the marks on his thigh. You grin slyly to yourself before he snaps your attention back to him. “Up” he tells you, his hand hooking under your elbow to help you stand. He stands in front of you, moving you backwards against the desk, lifting you slightly to set you on the edge of it. The ties of your dress drap from your waist, resting almost on the floor. The skirt of your dress sits hiked around your waist still, your bare ass sitting on the cool desk. He settles in front of you, your legs going around him instinctively as he nestles between them as you bring your hands to his waist.. His lips crash against yours, gentleness knowing no place with him as he flicks his tongue against your mouth. You part your lips, allowing him to slip inside. He moans softly as his tongue dances and plays, the taste of him in your mouth lingering. His hands come to tease your breasts, squeezing, tugging, and pinching in almost a frenzy. You roll your hips against him, anxiously waiting for him to be back inside you again.

He pinches and tugs one of your nipples hard before swiping his hand across it forcefully, a small clapping sound echoing around you. You gasp into his mouth, the brief pain of the slap quickly morphing into arousal. You tighten your legs around him more, pulling him even closer to you, your bodies flush once again. A hand snakes up your chest and wraps around your throat and you moan against his mouth immediately as his thin fingers clamp around it. He squeezes it firmly as his kiss begins to turn sloppy. He wraps his free hand around your waist and pulls you closer to the edge of the desk. You can feel him, now freshly hardened between you and you groan softly, the sound scattered between the dance of your tongues. He pulls back, the sound of his rapid breathing sending a shivering straight to your core. You bite your lips softly before trying to close the distance between your mouths once more only to be met with a low chuckle.

“Needy, aren’t we, kitten?” He grins, the sight just another douse of fuel to the fire raging in your stomach. He backs up before taking a few strides to the chair pushed neatly against the desk. He sits down, slouching slightly before spreading his legs some. “You want it? Work for it.” His voice was strict as he pointed to his crotch, his erection inviting you to come sink down on it. You shiver from excitement, more than willing and ready to be filled with him again. You wanted to bury him as deep inside of you as you could all while making him come undone to you. You may have lost your little game, but you could still make him cum harder than he ever has before. You hop down from the desk and saunter over to him quickly, sliding into his lap eagerly. You position your legs around his as best you can before reaching between you to wrap your hand around him. You slide your hand up and down slowly, teasingly before you lift, lining him with your entrance, and sit down slowly. You take your time on your descent, reveling in the feeling of him filling you inch by inch before he bottoms out inside you.

You moan as you settle on him rolling your hips instantly, refusing to waste time. His hands come to rest on your waist, tugging you in rhythm to help you along. You begin to buck your hips, increasing your pace as you grind against him, your hands resting against his chest. You lean forward, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as you begin to place needy kisses on his skin. You peck, nibble, and suck lightly on his skin, threatening to leave a mark, as you stop grinding against him and start to bounce. You slow down to a teasingly slow pace, your nips on his neck getting harder as you bite down a little more each time. He groans and his fingers dig into your skin harshly before he starts to buck up into you. You moan as he slams into you, your pace faulting as his own picks up. He thrusts upward hard and fast, pulling you down with every upward motion. Tension begins to coil in your stomach again as he hits your spot over and over. Your lips come off his neck as you bury your face into it, every moan of yours depositing straight into his ear. Each sound you make only encourages him. He moves faster, then harder and then faster again, the pleasure tightening more and more. You whisper his name softly as he slams into you again and he growls, the sound almost sending you over the edge. He whispers against your hair after, his strokes never breaking pace. “Louder. Say it louder. I want to hear you scream for me the same way you did for him, kitten.”

Your body trembles as it reaches the edge of your release. You want to fight and make this last but you know it was only a matter of moments before it snaps and you fall right off into the swirling whirlpool of pleasure waiting for you. And you were right, the next time he guides you forcefully down onto him, you feel it snap. You cry out his name loudly, clenching him tightly as your body quivers while your fourth orgasm smashes through your body, draining you with every wave. Changkyun’s pace becomes erratic at the sight and sounds of your pleasure and his thrusts become sloppy and needy as he chases his own release. You moan at the feeling of him slamming into you, your body sensitive still as his fingers dig into you harder, pain shooting from under them as he groans, cursing under his breath before he reaches his own orgasm. You can feel his cock twitch before he lets go, filling you up with his warm, sticky cum. He gradually slows down little but little as the remnants of his orgasm slowly fade away.

His grip on you releases and you sit for a moment, waiting for your breathing to return to normal before you slide off of him. You can feel a warmth begin to trickle down your leg but you say nothing. Instead you grab the fabric ties of your top and begin to tie them back in place to cover yourself then pull the bottom of your dress down to hopefully hide the trail dripping down your inner thigh. You watch as Changkyun sits up completely before standing. He walks to the pile of discarded clothes and steps into his pants, pulling his bottoms up and refastening them around his waist. He takes a few steps to the side where your purse lies open, the contents hanging out, and grabs your phone. His fingers fly across the screen before he’s walking towards you, phone in hand, then stopping arms reach away. He flips the phone out towards you with his hand.

“If you ever need someone to love you when he’s gone, well ... you got my number” he says with a cheeky grin, the corners of his lips crinkling into a catty like curve before he winks at you. Changkyun turns around to scoop his shirt up and pulls it back on quickly, adjusting it as he slides between Seungcheol and the now open door, squeezing against the door frame to disappear out of sight, leaving you still dripping under the watchful gaze of your husband.

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