#seungcheol birthday

[misotsukiiyeooo]

“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."

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[svtswhorehouse]

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND

pairing: choi seungcheol x reader genre: mdni, smut warnings: reader’s birthday, little mention of bondage by ribbons, pussy eating, mentions of dom cheol, fingering, making out, slight finger sucking, pet names, mentions of a round two idk. word count: 1.8k side note: it’s my birthday today so here’s a little something!!! hellllllllo twenty-one, you’re not ready for me!! also, i wrote this so quickly cause i was trying to get it out by my birthday so i apologize if it’s not that great.

You have always looked pretty in pink. It was your favorite color — one that made you stand out and surely one that appeared spectacular against your skin tone at the current moment.

You glanced up at the pretty ribbon tied in a cute little bow around your wrists. The piece of fabric once used for your hair now bounding your arms to the bedpost, preventing you from moving. You laid flat on the mattress, your body completely bare and head elevated by a soft pillow as you anxiously awaited the arrival of your boyfriend. Claiming he had a very important task to finish, Seungcheol unfortunately left the room right as things were just beginning to get heated. Despite saying it wouldn’t take that long, five minutes seemed to feel like years as your body was hot and your heart was racing.

With your eyes narrowing in on the clock, the time read 11:58 p.m and it was only two minutes away from an annual milestone in your life. As if right on cue, as soon as midnight struck, the door creaked open. 

Your eyes flew to the entrance immediately, excitement on your face as your boyfriend entered. In his hands was a pink cake in the shape of a heart, sprinkles and edible glitter all around it to make it pretty. Candles displaying your age were lit at the top and waiting for you to blow them out as Seungcheol shielded the flame with one hand.

The boy smiled at you, walking closer to the spot in which you couldn’t move from. “Happy birthday baby.” He held the cake close to your face and you took the time to admire the beauty of it. Seungcheol was a man that took consideration and time into doing something, and although he didn’t make or decorate the cake himself, he definitely put thought into choosing it out from the bakery. 

“Thank you Cheolie.” You spoke looking at him with eyes full of admiration and love at the kind gesture. He was always someone who scolded others who didn’t wish him at exactly twelve a.m whenever his birthday rolled around, so you could surely count on him to be the first person to wish you when it came down to it.

Seungcheol’s eyes lit up in slight excitement at your gaze. A blush was beginning to form on his cheeks, however he cleared his throat and it died down rather quickly. “Make a wish.” He encouraged.

Closing your eyes, you did as he said before opening them back up again. Directly in your line of vision was Seungcheol who’s gaze never left yours once as he took some of the buttercream frosting on his index and middle finger, holding them up to your lips.

“Open.” He said, the words sounding like a command.

Listening obediently, you opened your mouth wide and happily took in his fingers. You sucked the frosting clean off, coming to the conclusion that it was rather delicious as your tongue lingered to swirl around his digits. You were doing an impeccable job at maintaining eye contact with your boyfriend, the simple action causing his pants to tighten as his cock grew even harder when you let out a moan. 

“Shit.” He mumbled under his breath, however it didn’t quite reach your ears as the only thing you could hear was the pop as soon as his fingers left your mouth. “What did you wish for pretty girl?” He asked, genuinely curious.

A seductive look was displayed on your face as you spoke in a whisper. “I think you know.”

Seungcheol waited a beat to gather himself before finally giving in and leaning down to crash his lips against yours. The kiss was soft at first, soon turning rough when he rested a hand on your throat. You let out a small sound of pleasure, Cheol taking advantage of the moment in which your lips parted to enter his tongue into your mouth. You allowed him to explore, your wet muscle intertwining with his in perfect harmony just as it always does.

As he pulled away to break the kiss, you were left with your lips chasing his, only to be held down by the restraint he put you in before. The boy chuckled as you tugged, looking at him with desperate doe eyes. 

“You’re too cute.” He said before dipping down to trail light kisses along your neck and down to your stomach. “My pretty, pretty girl.” The praise left you whining for more, his sultry eyes adding more fuel to the fire as he got closer and closer to your lower regions. Your breath picked up, getting heavy as you anticipated his every move.

In one swift motion, Seungcheol grabbed your knees to tear them apart from each other and admire the spot between your legs. 

The sudden act of your pussy being on full display for him caused you to shrink into yourself, feeling shy at his sudden attention on such an intimate part of your body.

“What baby?” Seungcheol asked, furrowing his eyebrows in fake curiousity as he noticed your timidity. “Isn’t this what you wished for.” He inched his face closer to your core with a shit eating grin — one that would of had you smacking the back of his head if it was any other time, but for now just had you begging for more.

“I-.” You tried to start, but was left speechless as the only thing you could pay attention to were the kisses he was beginning to leave on the insides of your thighs. He was far too close to the one spot that was craving the most of his attention, but it was left neglected as he skipped over it every single time. “Cheol.” You groaned, wiggling your hips as the impatience began to sink in. You were practically presented to him on a silver platter, but despite that he still refused to give you what you wanted.

Maybe he enjoyed seeing you suffer — or maybe he rather enjoyed the fact that he could see you getting wetter by the minute from his point of view the longer he made you wait. 

At last, he finally laid a gentle kiss directly on your clit. The action caused you to let out a loud moan as you bucked your hips up in an attempt to grind against his face. Laughing to himself, Seungcheol was quick to wrap a strong arm around your waist to prevent your lower half from moving any more than it already has.

“Patience baby.”

You rolled your eyes at his words and let out a huff to audibly let him know that you weren’t happy with the denial of your pleasure. “But it’s my birthday!” You protested.

Seungcheol sighed, knowing that you were in fact right and it wouldn’t hurt to let you get what you wanted at least just for one night. “And whatever the birthday girl wants, the birthday girl gets.” He gave in, eyes softening slightly. 

Although the inner dom in him wasn’t too happy about his choice of throwing in the towel, especially so soon — he still decided to grant your wishes, knowing that it’s your day and it’s what you wanted for the night.

A smile spread across your face as he spoke, but your mouth soon flied open and jaw went slack from the sudden connection of his tongue lapping at your cunt. “Fuck.” You mutter, head rolling to the side and eyes closing as his mouth explored you entirely.

You have been in this position about a million times before and still, every single time it never fails to amaze you just how talented your boyfriend is with his tongue.

His wet muscle pokes at your entrance, working in and out of you, occasionally trailing back up to your clit so he can trace circles around the bud. He switches from flicking to sucking, changing it up every so often just the way you like it.

“Feels good baby?” Seungcheol asks, his mouth unlatching for a split second to take in your expression.

“Mhm. S-so good Cheolie.” You found it hard to think as your boyfriend slowly slides a finger into your dripping hole. Whining at the intrusion, you wriggle your hips when he doesn’t move. 

“What?” He asks, almost in a mocking manner. “You want more?” 

You shake your head, nodding one too many times. “Yes please.” You answered nicely, hoping it does you some justice…and it does. 

Seungcheol adds another finger, wiggling his two digits inside of you before slowly working them in and out. “Since you asked so nicely.” All too quickly, he begins to finger you at an excruciatingly fast pace as he dives into you once again. He eats you out as if he’s a starved man and you’re his last meal on earth. 

You bit down on your lip rather hard, afraid that if you didn’t the neighbors might call the cops with a noise complaint. The sound of squelching reaches your ears as he finger fucks you, determined to make you cum all over his hand. He groans into your pussy, the vibration traveling up through your body and doing nothing but adding more to the pleasure. 

The stimulation of his mouth sucking at your swollen bud and digits buried deep in your sopping wet cunt has you seeing stars. He can sense you’re close to cumming as your hole clenches around his fingers, helping add more friction against that spongy spot inside of you. 

“Cum for me babygirl,” — and you do exactly that. With a loud moan ripping through you, your body begins to shake as your orgasm washes over. You can feel every bead of sweat gathering as well as your arousal dripping down and onto the bed, but you don’t seem to care as the only thing you can focus on is receiving what you finally wished for. 

“Cheol.” You moaned his name desperately, thrusting your hips against his face as he continued with his relentless abuse on your cunt. He was determined to help you ride your orgasm out and not once did he let up until he was sure you were done.

Moving back up to your face, he placed a passionate kiss on your lips, letting you taste yourself. You were breathless and tired, chest heaving from the intense orgasm that he just gave you. “Happy birthday pretty girl.” He says yet again with a grin, but this time there’s a mischievous glint behind it. His lips run along your jaw, leaving small kisses as he allowed his hands to tangle in your hair. “You did so good hmm? My pretty girl.” You could do nothing but roll your eyes into the back of your head at the praise, still coming down from the high you had just experienced. 

Out of nowhere, still smothering you with kisses, he spoke again. “You can give me one more, can’t you baby?” He asked.

You attempted to protest, but couldn’t do so as you felt overwhelmed by the feeling of his lips on your skin. The only thing you seemed capable of was watching as he found comfort in the space between your legs yet again. 

You were in for a long night, but happy birthday to you. 

[hanniebaeee]

Sun kissed✨❤

[lvlystars]

29 reasons i love you — c.sc

pairing. choi seungcheol x fem!reader

genre. fluff. just pure, teeth rotting fluff.

summary. gifting your boyfriend by just handing him the gift is overrated!!! (pls kill me i suck at summaries)

warnings. none

a/n. SEUNGCHEOL BIRTHDAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYA (also happy 1 year to this blog!!!)

wc. 1.2k

you chew at your lip as you scroll through a blog, talking about how to gift your partner in various special ways. of course you had a special gift for him—you just felt like you wanted to do something small as a thoughtful little present.

“birthday kisses…their age equates to how many kisses you give them…too simple…” you mumble to yourself. your eyes widen when the next idea says the idea can apply to how many gifts you give them in the day.

no matter how much you love him, there’s no way you can gift seungcheol 29 gifts. your wallet would sob.

“baby?” you shove your phone under your pillow as your boyfriend walks into the room, drying his damp hair with a towel. you eyed the oversized white t-shirt he wore, the shirt hanging loosely over his broad shoulders as he hums to himself. 

“wanna help me with skincare?” he asks, pointing to the bathroom for you to follow him, and you nod. it was endearing how he never forgets every night—your nightly routine of doing his skincare for him, despite the fact that he is very much capable of doing it himself.

a comfortable silence envelops the both of you as you rub in seungcheol’s skin products into his soft skin, the way he grips your waist softly and stares down at you with that stupid boyish smile he always looked at you with awakening all kinds of butterflies in your stomach. that stupid smile that never seemed to give you a break ever since you met him at your old local library—when he shot that smile at you every time you spotted him on fridays, studying for your university courses, or just finding a book to read for some pass time.

“daydreaming?” his voice pulls you out of your little trip down memory lane, making you smile softly before applying some lip balm on his plump lips. you shake your head. “no, just thinking about tomorrow.” seungcheol’s eyes lit up at the mention of the special day tomorrow that he looks forward to every year: his birthday.

when his birthday rolls around, seungcheol claims that he can ‘tell’ when people are his true friends—through the test of how fast they wish him happy birthday. god knows how many times your boyfriend has sulked over one of his friends not wishing him at 12 o’clock on the dot, and lucky for you, you haven’t missed a single birthday ever since you met him. you’ve held the longest streak so far.

“sooo…what did you get me?” seungcheol grins teasingly, and you huff, rolling your eyes. “just a few more hours, you big baby. you can wait.” you scold him, making him pout just a little, his stance deflating.

“now let’s go to sleep. i promise to wake you up and wish you at 12 on the dot, i have an alarm too. now come.” you reassure him, grabbing his wrist and leading him to the bed before sliding in. seungcheol’s arm immediately wraps around your midriff out of habit, pulling you flush against his chest as he softly inhales your scent and presses a chaste kiss to the crook of your neck.

“even if you didn’t get me a gift, you’re the best present, y’know? waking up next to you is like…the best thing in the world. the best gift in the world that i get everyday.” he hums, making you chuckle at his groggy words as he slipped into his slumber.

———

you wake up and check the time, mentally thanking whatever forced you to wake up at this time, since it was about half an hour before midnight. you try to unravel yourself from seungcheol’s hold, making him stir a little before sighing again, lying on his back.

you pull out your phone, reopening the blog, and you wait for the page to refresh when an idea pops into your head, making you immediately pull out every sticky note you had in your study.

you were quick to grab a pen and doodle on 29 sticky notes, each sticky note having a small drawing and under it a little 'nth reason why i love you: check (certain location where another sticky would be)', boasting at your original idea and giddy at how your boyfriend would react.

a while later, the clock finally strikes 12, and you sigh in relief when you finally put the finishing touches in your gift before running to your shared bedroom to wake seungcheol up, who was snoring softly in the covers.

“seungcheol…” you hum, coaxing him to wake up softly, and he doesn’t respond. frowning a little, you pat him, and he groans, shaking his head. finally, you yell at him.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEUNGCHEOL!” he jolts awake, eyes snapping open as they dart around the room in panic before settling on you, pouting while squinting from the hallway light hitting his face. “wha…?”

“get up! i have to give you my gift!” you pull on his arm, and he groans, sitting up while rubbing his eyes awake. he whines something about it waiting until the morning, until he finally realises why you woke him up.

“birthday surprise?” he grins, his eyes now wide awake, and you nod.

“it’s like a scavenger hunt. i placed sticky notes around the place up until the present, and they’re numbered. each sticky note has a clue for where you should look for the next sticky note.” you grin, proud of your little idea, and he raises an eyebrow, endeared at your little activity for him. “there are 29 sticky notes for your age. go look!” you urge him, pushing him to the night stand. as he starts looking, you quickly go to hide with the present.

———

after what seemed like eternity, you finally hear the door to the study room open, and seungcheol pokes his head inside, his hand filled with yellow sticky notes. you held a small jewellery box in your hands, along with a birthday cake lit on the desk, and seungcheol beams when he takes in the sight.

“happy birthday, coups.” you smiled, and he walks up to the desk, his face in awe as he admired the cake, which had a small lion perched on the top with a tiny birthday hat. “for me?” he murmured, looking at you softly, and you nod, handing him the jewellry box excitedly.

when he opens the box, his eyes widen as he admires the charm bracelet you bought, the charms carefully picked by yourself as a small gift for how much he’s done for you ever since you met him. a cherry, a charm of his star sign constellation, and a series of certain charms that had him begging you to tell him the meaning behind each one.

“what about this one?” he asked giddily, pointing to a book charm, and you stared at him with a deadpan look on his face. “how we met? at the library? when you would harass me every single friday by—” “OKAYYY i get it i get it.”

you both walk back to bed once you finish explaining every single detail about the charm bracelet, seungcheol picks up his phone to be bombarded with numerous ‘happy birthday’ messages. he eagerly showed you every single message, showing you all the people who wished him a happy birthday as you cuddle up next to him in bed, lying your head down on his chest and smiling up at him. once you both get comfortable, seungcheol finally puts his phone away, hugging you close to his chest and kissing your temple.

“happy birthday, cheol.”

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[bei-b]

🍒 happy birthday, SEVENTEEN and CARAT leader Coups 🍒

[nootcoups]

HAPPY CHOI SEUNGCHEOL DAY ♡ #영원한_대장토끼_승철아_생일축하해 #OurCherrySCOUPSday

[wonwooridul]

HAPPY S.COUPS DAY !

[cheolhub]

YOUR MINE AND I TAKE CARE OF WHAT BELONGS TO ME + CHEOL

Also happy cheolhubversary <333 IM NOT YET DONE READING UR POST i just ran as fast as i could here when yew said ure only taking the first 5-10 reqs hajdjdjsk

12:37 a.m. — choi seungcheol

prompt. “you’re mine and i take care of what belongs to me.”

wc. ~1.4k

warnings. established relationship, frat boy!cheol, cheeky!reader, slight possessiveness, choking, pet names [baby, angel], doggy style? (idk, it’s against the door 😅) dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie – MINORS DNI 18+

note. ok so ik i said my limit was 1k for these drabbles, but plz understand i can’t hold back when it comes to cheol. ANYWAY!! kai <3 thank u for sending an ask !! ^^ i know this is kinda… meh,, but i hope u enjoy it a little bit anyway  >< (def not proofread… sorry)

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seungcheol dragging you through a sea of sweaty bodies was the last thing you wanted. 

well, no actually… it’s exactly what you wanted. your plan worked out just the way you knew it would. 

your attempts to get cheol’s attention at the start of the night proved to be futile as he had to make sure tonight’s party was in order. “the frat might get suspended if another one of our parties gets out of control,” he’d said. you could care less about the frat. not with the way your panties were glued to your needy, needy core. “i just gotta make sure everything is okay. just mingle for a bit, ‘kay?”

and you definitely weren’t the happiest when he told you to wait till the night was over, so you did what you do best. 

piss him the fuck off.

by the time the party was in full swing, you’d asked at least 3 of seungcheol’s frat brothers the same question. “this party is so lame,” you’d said through a sad sigh. “can you do something for me?” the question always came out so…suggestively. it was obvious you were plotting something and looking for someone to do the dirty work.

but soonyoung was too drunk to comprehend your words and wonwoo knew the second you’d walked up to him with a frown on your face. he said he’s not getting in between you and seungcheol after the last time he fell for your antics. 

but vernon… vernon was the perfect prospect. he would get the job done perfectly. 

“nonnie,” you pouted, much too pretty for his liking. “will you do me a favor?”

and vernon, ever the sweet angel, replied with, “anything. what’s up?”

you leaned in and ghosted your lips over the shell of his ear, “will you tell cheol that this party fucking sucks?” you felt his body vibrate against yours as he let out a soft laugh. “and tell him that if he doesn’t come fuck me, i’ll find someone that will.”

vernon pulled back and wearily raised an eyebrow at you.

“i’m not actually going to,” you explained through a laugh. “but if i tell him, he’ll know i'm bluffing. but if you tell him while also mentioning you heard this from wonwoo and soonyoung, then… you know. i get what i want and everyone’s happy.” you corrected yourself, “well, i’ll be happy.” 

the thing you love the most about vernon is he doesn’t ask very many questions. you could ask him to help you bury a body and he probably wouldn’t even bat an eye, just do as you ask with a nod and a careless shrug.

he went off and did exactly that. and you didn’t regret making him do it at all.

how could you when seungcheol was seething, practically shoving everyone out of his way to find you after hearing that you needed someone at this shitty party to fuck you? you’ll have to find the loose-lipped vernon later and thank him for relaying the rumor to your busy boyfriend.

honestly, you weren’t expecting him to drop everything– to stop running the party which was the whole reason he left you hanging in the first place– just to pull you into his room, wrap his hand around your throat, and slam you against the door. 

“you’re a little slut,” he chuckles, obviously amused. you smile back at him cheekily, eyes glazing over. “you think i don’t know what you’re up to?”

“what ever do you mean, cheollie?” you ask innocently, still smiling like a devil in disguise.

he leans in, lips ghosting over yours as he asks, “i mean, you really think anyone at this party can fuck you like i do? make you cum like i can?” 

his voice is low and hushed and it’s making your head spin. even over the booming music from outside his door, all you can hear is your heart pounding in your ears and his slight pants.

“you’re mine.” he says without a shadow of a doubt. “and i take care of what belongs to me. got that?”

you don’t have a chance to reply when he’s tightening his grip around your throat and smashing his lips against yours. he laughs against your mouth when you let out a choked moan into his, easing his hold on you. 

his free hand finds its way under your skirt, rubbing your cunt through your embarrassingly wet panties. seungcheol moans when he feels it. the lace growing wetter with every movement.

he pulls back, observing your glassy eyes and the way your wet, swollen lips part to emit a whine. his cock can’t help but twitch under the confinement of his jeans. “don’t even need me to prep you, do you, baby?” he breathily asks. “you’re soaking my hand through your panties, poor thing.”

you shake your head fervently, “just need you inside of me. please.”

“i know you do, such a needy baby. going around and telling everyone how you need someone to fuck you.” he coos, fingers catching your clit and rubbing into the sensitive clothed bud. your hands grasp at the hem of his shirt, trying to gyrate your hips for more, but you fail miserably. “impatient, too.” he hums. 

“fuck, cheol, please!” you whine desperately. 

he groans, ripping his hands away from you entirely before spinning you around and pressing your front against the door. you softly gasp as your cheek smooshes against the wooden door.

you hear the clanking of his belt and the zip of his zipper and you can barely contain your excitement. you flatten your palms on the door, arching your back and wiggling your ass in front of him.

he grunts at the sight, flipping your dress up and pulling your panties to the side. he slots his heavy tip between your lips and runs it through your drenched folds.

a mewl erupts in your chest when you finally feel the fat head of his cock slip into you, stretching you open as he pushes himself deeper and deeper till he’s fully sheathed inside of you. he grazes right against your spongy spot and it has your hands clawing at the door. 

seungcheol lets you adjust to the sheer size of him for all but a minute before he’s pulling out and thrusting back into you. 

and when his arm wraps around your middle, fingers diligently rubbing into your clit, you can’t hold the cry back. his name leaves your mouth rather loudly and you’re starting to feel grateful for the rambunctious party. 

his laughs airly, “this what you wanted, baby? wanted to get fucked, yeah?”

pained pleasure shoots through your body with every thrust, every bump to your cervix, every dirty word he grunts into the hot room, and it feels fucking fantastic. you clench around him, velvet walls squeezing him tight as if they’re trying to mold to the shape of him. 

“cheol!” is the only coherent thing that you can get out as his balls lewdly and rapidly slap against your cunt. 

“getting close? you ‘bout ready to cum for me?” he groans, mercilessly driving into you. you probably can’t hear him over the sounds of your moans, so he just rubs circles deeper into your clit, feeling you clamp around his cock for the nth time. 

you sob, a coil in your tummy getting tighter and tighter before you jerk. your walls flutter and pulse around him as you let go, creaming his dick just like you’ve wanted to all night long. you practically go limp in his arms, orgasm turning your entire body to jelly. 

he groans, both of his arms now around your middle as he uses you till he reaches his own high. he’s moaning out your name as he shoots his load into your battered cunt, his warmth overflowing inside of you. 

and when he draws out of you, still panting and on a high, he pulls your panties back over your cunt and stands you up straight.

you look breathless and dazed and he can’t help but grin at you.  

“now why don’t we go back downstairs and enjoy the lame party?”

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Happy birthday S.Coups!!!

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💎🦌Day 4: “Great. I Got a Cold for My Birthday.”

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Summary: Joshua gets sick on his birthday. What was supposed to be a nice day quickly turns into a disaster.

CW: /

 

Sickie: Joshua Caretaker: S.Coups/Seungcheol

He should have seen it coming. He really should have. 

It had started with a small, annoying headache that could be ignored until he got a bit dehydrated two days ago. Then the past day he had noticed how hoarse his voice had started to sound and his throat had kinda hurt when he went to bed early.

Yet, he had not put one and one together. Not until …

Joshua woke up to his leader and best friend turning on the light in his room and then jumping full force on top of Joshua’s blanket-covered body. While the leader took great care to not put his complete body weight on him, it was still a sudden, heavy and most annoyingly unexpected weight on him.

“Umpf. Cheollie, wha…?”

“Happy Birthday, Shua”, Seungcheol called happily, much more excited than Joshua himself felt. Joshua tried to wiggle out of the tight hug, but instantly his face was peppered with kisses all over. 

Wonwoo, Mingyu and Minghao, their dorm mates and the traitors, were laughing their asses off in the doorway, Mingyu nearly dropping the cupcakes he was holding as he slumped into Wonwoo.

“Thanks, I love you too, Cheollie. Now, get off”, Joshua groaned and managed to fight Seungcheol off in order sit up. Seungcheol beamed at him nevertheless, still sprawled over Joshua’s lap. 

Sitting up made Joshua remember all the feelings from the past. His headache returned in full force… and … and…

He pitched forward with a loud sneeze, too sudden to turn away or even have time to stifle it into his elbow. Instead he sneezed right into Seungcheol’s face. 

They stared at each other with similar looks of shock (and disgust on Seungcheol’s part) before Joshua felt his nose twitch again and he turned to the side to sneeze into his elbow a few times. 

“Fuck. Sorry”, he apologized as soon as he could, wincing as he heard his own voice. It was a mix of roughness from the sore throat (and oh God, did sneezing with an aching throat hurt) and stuffiness from what was definitely a congested nose. “Great. I got a cold for my birthday.”

“Yeah, I’d say so”, Seungcheol said, thankfully accepting the tissue Minghao handed to him from very far away and wiping his face. 

“Uh, happy birthday? Hyungs.” Wonwoo, Mingyu and Minghao slowly backed out, clearly not willing to risk contagion. Within seconds all that was left of them was the cupcakes Mingyu had left standing on the floor. 

With an exaggerated sigh, Seungcheol rolled onto his back next to Joshua. “I’m gonna call the managers for Covid tests.”

💎

Two hours later, both of them stood at the side of the practice room, watching the other members during their break after the first part of their dance practice. Already Joshua was exhausted. Trying to keep his distance, all while trying to dance correctly and trying to not cough or sneeze was draining him to no end. Both him and Seungcheol had been told to wear masks and avoid the other members as much as possible. The Covid-tests had been negative luckily, but still the managers had reminded them multiple times to stay far away from the others. As if Joshua wanted to infect the members. 

Joshua understood the precautions, he really did. Still, it was his birthday and it felt weird not having one of his dongsaengs draped over himself if Jeonghan or Seungcheol didn’t. Seungcheol did cling to him mostly, but nevertheless…

Dino and Hoshi were laying on top of one another, giggling over an inside joke. Jeonghan, Jihoon and Minghao were standing together, talking animatedly. Jun was helping DK with his choreo, and Mingyu was calling out numbers in evaluation, mostly at random to edge them on. Wonwoo, Seungkwan and Vernon were sitting together talking, the youngest sprawled over the other two.

Normally, Joshua would be right in the middle, with one or more of his dongsaengs attached to him. But instead he was watching from the sidelines on the one day he knew everybody would be fighting over his attention. He might pretend he didn’t like it, but who wouldn’t want a bit of pampering and love?

Especially now … he didn’t feel well and he wanted hugs. It was the one thing he couldn’t get. He hadn’t imagined his birthday would turn out this sad and depressing. As if reading his thoughts, the leader grabbed Joshua’s hand in his, pulling him into his embrace. 

“I know it sucks, baby”, he whispered into Joshua’s ear, his voice a bit muffled by the mask. Joshua nodded against his shoulder, trying to hide the tears he felt bubbling up. It was bad enough he never saw his family for birthdays anymore, now he couldn’t even really spend the day with his found family. 

A sudden cough seized his chest, causing him to slightly double over and try to pull away. Seungcheol didn’t let him, however, holding him even tighter. It took some time until Joshua was able to calm down his breathing again, wincing as his chest hurt. By then the others had stopped their conversations and turned to look at them.

“Why don’t you go home and have a nice day on the couch?”, Jeonghan suggested worriedly. “Rest and get well soon?”

On one hand that sounded amazing. He was so tired and achy. 

But … on the other, he didn’t want to leave. He wanted to be with his members. 

Seungcheol lifted his hand to feel Joshua’s forehead. “You’re warm and I can tell you are exhausted. I think Hannie has a good point. There is no need to push through.”

“Okay”, Joshua mumbled, resigned. Maybe it would help his mood if he wasn’t constantly reminded of what he couldn’t have. Seungcheol wrapped his arm around the younger’s shoulder and led him from the room. 

💎

Joshua’s mood did not improve at all. The manager had taken one look at him, taken one of the thermometer guns the company had bought during the pandemic and seen that his temperature was up (Joshua didn’t exactly know, he still hadn’t gotten used to the Celsius system) and promptly announced that a doctor’s visit was in order. 

The vocalist had never ever wanted to hear “Happy Birthday” from a doctor. Getting told he had to cough out some mucus (disgusting) to get tested for other respiratory illnesses (yey) which meant they had to wait at the clinic for the results (why?) had only soured his mood further. At least Seungcheol had been allowed to stay with him and they even let Joshua sleep on one of the cots. 

Joshua stared helplessly at Seungcheol, who looked a bit worried now that a nurse had given them the official diagnosis. He had no idea what she had said, completely unfamiliar with any medical terms. 

The leader fumbled for his phone and typed in some words, holding it out for Joshua to see.

Bronchitis the screen read. Great. Even worse than a cold, he got bronchitis for his birthday. Joshua was so done with the day. Climbing under his bed covers and sleeping away what was left of that terrible day, sounded like the only option now.

“You’ll get a prescription for cough medicine and fever reducers. Rest and drink fluids. If you feel worse, come back”, the nurse informed them and left.

💎

Curled under his blankets and changed into comfy pajamas, his back turned to the door, Joshua glumly glared at his phone. 

Due to illness Joshua-ssi’s birthday v-live is canceled. Please keep the artist in your thoughts and let’s hope for his swift recovery.

It wasn’t like Joshua wanted to do the live, he truly didn’t feel well enough to show himself to and entertain thousands of carats … but it was just reminding him of all what the day should have been. He had already called his mom and tried not to cry and failed spectacularly at that. Right now, he missed her more than anything.

“Hey”, Seungcheol said, shouldering open the door and putting down a tray full of medicine, tissues and a cup of tea. “How are you feeling?”

“Well, what do you think?”, Joshua snapped, instantly regretting it. It wasn’t the leader’s fault he was sick, in fact Seungcheol had shown him nothing but kindness all day. “Sorry, I just … I … frustrated, I guess…”

Seungcheol sighed and sat down on the bed by Joshua’s side. “I know today hasn’t really gone the way you wanted it to. I promise we’ll make it up to you when you’re healthy again, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Is there anything I can do to lift your mood?”

“I don’t want to get you sick…”

Seungcheol gently flicked his forehead. “I don’t care. If I am destined to get sick, I will be because you straight-up sneezed into my face, not because I cuddled you.”

“I told you I was sorry”, Joshua grumbled, turning away to stare at the wall. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't tease. Let me make it up to you with cuddles, okay?”

💎

When Joshua woke up hours later, still feeling wretched and awfully sick, he was alone. Seungcheol was nowhere to be seen. It wasn’t like the leader didn’t have any schedules, quite the contrary. He was healthy and he shouldn’t waste his whole day watching over his sick friend when he had practices and meetings to attend. 

Still, it would have been nice if he had stayed. 

Now that he was awake, Joshua decided to use the opportunity to use the bathroom. Shakily he got up, slipping his feet into warm socks that Seungcheol must have left by his bedside. He already missed the warmth of his blanket but he would have to suffer for only a few minutes before he could lie back down. 

Walking was harder than expected, his chest hurting and making him cough violently. Disgusted, but not able to care much, Joshua wiped the mucus on his sleeve on his pants before opening the door to the hallway. 

“Shua?”, Seungheol’s voice called, causing the vocalist to jump. He hadn’t expected the leader to be home.

He coughed again, the pain in his throat bringing tears to his eyes. Seungcheol instantly wrapped him in his arms, holding him up. “Oh, baby.”

“Don’t feel good”, Joshua mumbled, resting his head on his friend's shoulder. 

“I know”, Seungcheol whispered, “wanna come to the living room for now? Maybe being upright might help.”

Joshua nodded, not sure if it would actually help but not quite wanting to be alone. Seungcheol took his hand in his, tugging him along. 

As they rounded the corner to the living room, a chorus of voices suddenly yelled: “Surprise!”

In shock, Joshua jumped back, only Seungcheol’s quick reflexes keeping him on his feet.

There, spread out in the living room, stood all their members, wearing thick, hospital grade masks in different colors and various versions of party hats. A huge poster with “Happy Birthday, Shua” was hanging on the wall, one side already pinned, the other held up by Mingyu, clearly still in the process of getting set up. Seungkwan and Vernon were holding a cake and Seokmin and Jihoon activated small confetti cannons as they all started to sing. 

How had … when … what?

Bewildered, Joshua stared at them as they cheered, staring up at Seungcheol in confusion. “We wanted you to have a lovely day no matter how sick you are”, the leader explained, having put on one of the colorful masks too and held out one for the younger. “We know it’s not what …”

“It’s amazing”, Joshua mumbled, still not quite processing. 

“Should you be … isn’t … wasn’t there a meeting this afternoon?”

“Oh, yeah. The manager managed to move it to tomorrow, we have the whole day free for you. They all knew you needed a pick-me-up today.”

Joshua wasn’t sure if he was going to laugh or cry. Instead he hid his face in his hands, feeling his cheeks heat up not just from fever but from embarrassment.

“You didn’t have to”, he mumbled. 

“We didn’t”, Seungcheol said, getting interrupted by Seungkwan who yelled: “But we wanted to, hyung! You deserve it!”

Tears rose in his eyes but then Jeonghan called: “No crying allowed today!”

“Thank you, guys, really”, Joshua whispered.

“Happy Birthday, baby”, Seungcheol said and pulled him into an embrace again, ruffling his hair.

It most certainly wasn’t what he had expected of the day but sitting on the armchair, surrounded by his members, though they had to keep their distance, was the best present he could have gotten, bronchitis be damned.

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