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minghaoyoudoin · 3 years ago

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Heartbreak

pairing: non idol!seungcheol x non idol!fem!reader

genre: angst, smut (minors do NAWT interact!), some fluff

words: 4.2k

warnings: soft dom!seungcheol, sub!reader, a breakup at the beginning, pining, angst, mentions of driving during bad weather, brief mention of alcohol, more angst, kissing, marking, a dash of hair pulling, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, slight begging, praise, cum eating (kinda? idk how this shit works lol), unprotected sex (be better than these hooligans), multiple positions, a lil bit of fluff at the end, implied aftercare happens after the story, sorry DK I really did you dirty here, and I think that’s all!

- requested: yes!

a/n: this one's for you, anon 😉 I hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it! believe me, this is only the beginning for seventeen on my page. this also features DK and Hoshi, everyone give them a warm welcome hehe!! - j

You leaned against the trunk of the car, exasperated. You couldn’t believe this was happening, in the parking lot of a grocery store, of all places.

You knew your cheeks were probably flushed with color, your eyes gleaming with unshed tears of frustration.

“What, so this is it, then?” Seokmin asked hotly. His own face held the tell-tale signs of oncoming tears—if he started crying now, surely you would break down. You shouldn’t have been forced to do this right now. He shouldn’t have put you in this position.

You were supposed to be on vacation, for god’s sake.

Well, the end of your vacation, but still. The rest of the boys were currently inside the grocery store, shopping for dinner tonight without a clue as to what was happening outside.

“I don’t know, Seokmin.” You rubbed your eyes with the heels of your hands and inhaled deeply through your nose. “Maybe it would be better that way.”

“Is this because of Seungcheol?”

You froze.

You slowly lowered your hands until they hung limply at your sides, aware that your mouth was hanging open. “What?”

Seokmin’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve been acting strange this whole trip. Before, even. I swear you’ve been attached at the hip to all the guys except me and him.”

Your brain had short-circuited. You couldn’t put the pieces of your sanity back together long enough to provide him an adequate answer.

Seokmin took your stunned silence as confirmation. “I knew it. Have you been seeing him?”

No, you hadn’t. But you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Couldn’t bring yourself to tell him what he obviously needed to hear.

No, Seokmin, I don’t have feelings for your best friend.

It would have been a lie.

In truth, your relationship with Seokmin had been going downhill for a long time now. You’d started seeing him because of your best friend, Soonyoung, and had quickly fallen in with their entire friend group.

Six months into dating, you began to realize that you and Seokmin were very different people. He was funny and daring and charismatic—all qualities you loved about him, but you found that he prioritized being liked by everyone over being liked by you.

You’d been working up the courage to break up with him for two months, and the only one who knew about your intentions was Soonyoung. No one, however, knew about the feelings which had begun to grow for another member of the group during the same time.

Choi Seungcheol.

The unofficial glue that held the massive friend group together. He was empathetic to a fault and kind beyond belief, and you always seemed to gravitate towards one another when you were put in the same room.

And you were hopelessly, irreversibly in love with him.

Since your discovery of that fact, you’d avoided him like the plague. It wasn’t just that you were still with Seokmin—you couldn’t date one of his best friends. It was… wrong. You spent an outrageous amount of time beating yourself up over your crush on the eldest boy, but no matter what you did, the feelings wouldn’t go away.

You realized abruptly that you still hadn’t answered Seokmin’s question. You swallowed the lump in your throat and squared your shoulders.

“No. I haven’t—haven’t been seeing Seungcheol.” Your statement was immediately weakened when you stumbled over your words in the middle.

Seokmin’s eyes shuttered. In seconds, his earnest, desperate expression flattened into nothing.

“Fine. I guess we’re done here, then.” He turned on a heel and strode back in the direction of the grocery store without another word. Like he couldn’t get away from you fast enough.

You stood, completely immobilized, for what could have been minutes or hours.

More than anything, you hated yourself for the first thought that crossed your mind. The undeniable truth that it carried.

You were free.

You slid against the trunk of the car until you sat on the concrete, your knees hugged to your chest. And at last, you allowed yourself to cry.

Seungcheol couldn’t believe what he’d heard.

He really didn’t mean to eavesdrop. It was completely coincidental that he’d gotten into the car moments before you stormed out of the grocery store, Seokmin hot on your heels. He’d started to rise from the driver’s seat again, but then he’d seen the expressions on your faces.

Whatever had been about to go down between you, he did not want to be in the middle of it.

Now, every word the two of you had exchanged was bouncing around inside his skull, setting off like fireworks.

Is this about Seungcheol?

He’d frozen at that question, spoken with such raw hurt from his friend’s mouth.

And you hadn’t denied it. Even after Seokmin had left you there, you hadn’t said the words that would very likely save your relationship with your boyfriend.

Seungcheol listened to the muffled sounds of your crying, still sitting on the concrete behind the car. He had never wanted anything as badly as he wanted to comfort you right now. But surely you didn’t want to see him—in a way, he was the reason your relationship had just ended in flames.

Seungcheol’s eyes burned and he blinked rapidly, massaging his jaw with a hand. He was a terrible, terrible person. You’d been dancing around one another for months, and he’d been stupid enough to go and fall in love with his best friend’s girlfriend.

And now that you and Seokmin had broken up, he couldn’t decide whether to be heartbroken for one of his best friends or unbelievably, selfishly relieved.

Seungcheol shrank further into his seat when your crying quieted. He watched through the side-view mirror as you stood and smoothed your long skirt, then your hair. There was such determination in the set of your shoulders, the deep breath you sucked in and held before releasing it in a rush.

His eyes tracked you as you walked across the parking lot to your own car. You stopped briefly and looked back at the grocery store, and he anxiously wondered if you would change your mind and go after Seokmin.

You didn’t.

You just slid into the driver’s seat and drove away, your hands gripping the steering wheel so tight that your knuckles paled under the strain.

Seungcheol took a shuddering breath. He tried and failed to quash the rising hope in the back of his mind, but it continued to swell of its own accord.

You had been so unhappy with Seokmin these past months. He could see it on your face as easily as if he were reading a book. But at long last, you were free. And he couldn’t decide if his relief at that fact made him an awful person or not.

He watched the spot your car had vanished long after you disappeared, all the while fighting the urge to go after you.

“No, it’s probably better that you left when you did. It’s fucking pouring out here.”

You glanced out the windows to your left, chewing on your lip as Soonyoung’s staticky voice spoke through your phone. He was right. Rain assaulted the glass in thick torrents, casting ever-changing shadows across your living room.

“I’m still sorry for taking off without telling you. I… had an emergency.” Your lie was weak, but Soonyoung either didn’t notice or chose not to call you on it. Chances were he was too hyper-focused on driving on the slick roads that he didn’t have time to process the guilt in your voice.

You were grateful he had a hands-free car system, but you still fretted over him being distracted while driving because of you. “Look, I’m gonna let you go, okay? Please don’t drive like you normally do.”

Soonyoung’s indignant scoff filtered over the line, distorted by the sound of rain.

“I’m a good driver, thank you very much. It’s pretty bad out here, though—I think there’s a wreck up ahead, no one’s moving. I might be here for a while.”

Your heart ached at the thought of being alone. You and Soonyoung had lived together for a couple years now, and being in this apartment by yourself felt like you’d lost a limb.

“That’s alright. Be safe, will you? Love you, dumbass.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you too, butthead.”

Despite your sour mood, you smiled to yourself as you disconnected the call. But the moment you processed the silence pressing in around you, your smile faded.

You had no idea why Seokmin hadn’t told the boys about your breakup yet. As far as you knew, he hadn’t even mentioned that you’d fought at all. You knew he was with them; Soonyoung had briefly mentioned that he’d gotten in the car with Mingyu and Jihoon before breaking off into curses about other people driving like idiots.

Whatever. You usually loved the rain—you wouldn’t let your shitshow of a day ruin this night for you.

You curled further into the couch, pulling the blanket covering you up to your chin. You switched on the TV and watched blankly as fictional strangers fell in love before your eyes. More than anything, you wanted a love like that.

It must be wonderful, finding someone at the right time who was destined to be with you.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when a firm knock sounded at your front door.

“What the hell?” You whispered aloud, glancing at the clock above the fireplace. 1:30 AM. Who on earth was knocking on your door at 1:30 in the morning?

You stood slowly and tip-toed your way into the foyer, frightened at the idea of giving yourself away. Maybe if they thought no one was home, they’d go away.

Yours and Soonyoung’s apartment was actually more of a townhouse, bordering the street with quaint cement steps leading up to the front door. The fact that there weren’t flights of stairs to scale was the main reason you had decided to rent this place over a traditional apartment, but living on street-level made you nervous.

Unable to help yourself, you peered through the peephole at the small porch beyond.

You gasped quietly. Your hand found the knob before your brain could catch up and you wrenched the door open. The sound of rain assaulted you immediately, the chill wind prickling your bare arms and legs.

Seungcheol looked up in surprise like he hadn’t been expecting you to answer. His hair was soaking wet, plastered to his head and dripping into his collar.

You couldn’t understand his expression. There was an emotion on his face you hadn’t seen before and he looked… a little lost.

“I…” he swallowed thickly, looking you up and down once. “I don’t know why I’m here.”

You blinked, confused. “Are you drunk?”

Seungcheol laughed softly, the sound dripping with what sounded suspiciously like bitterness. “No, I’m not drunk.”

“Then why…”

“Have you ever—” Seungcheol interrupted and immediately cut himself off. You pressed your lips into a thin line, your brows furrowed. He began again, “Have you ever met someone that makes you think you’re insane?”

“What?”

Seungcheol chuckled again and tucked his hands deep into his coat pockets. “I look at you and I… I can’t breathe. When you laugh, I’ve convinced myself the sun is somehow brighter. I was driving home tonight and when it started raining, I immediately turned around and came here. You know why? Because it only rains when you’re sad.”

Your heart was beating so fast you thought it might leap out of your chest. You said nothing, scared that he would keep talking and terrified that he would stop.

“That isn’t even possible, but I still believe it.” Seungcheol’s chest rapidly rose and fell, fervent color staining his cheekbones. “I… I want to be the good guy here. I came here to tell you that. But you didn’t deny it. Why didn’t you deny it?”

You knew what he was talking about. How, you had no idea, but as Seungcheol’s eyes earnestly searched your face, you knew then that he had somehow overheard your breakup with Seokmin.

“Because it would have been a lie.” You whispered. You hated the way your voice wavered, but you couldn’t seem to master the emotion rising in your throat.

That, apparently, brought Seungcheol up short.

“It… what?”

“Seokmin asked me point-blank if it was because of you. And in a way, it wasn’t.” You took a steadying breath. “But it would have been a lie to tell him that my feelings for you didn’t influence my decision to end it with him.”

Seungcheol stared at you blankly and you fretted that you had said too much. Had you somehow misconstrued the situation? You were just so tired of lying—to him, to your friends, to yourself. You owed this shred of honesty to your fragile heart.

At last, he breathed, “I’m so sorry.” He blinked rapidly as his throat worked. “I wanted it to work out between you, I really did. But more than that, I wished every single day that I had been there first.”

Your heart stopped altogether. You could think of nothing to say. How were you supposed to respond to that?

Seungcheol’s face flattened out and you took a single step through the doorway as he backed away. He muttered, “I’m sorry,” again and turned, swiftly walking back down your front steps until the torrential rain hit him again.

You had barely begun to call out to him when he froze. He turned, so slowly you could have lived and died in the time it took for him to look at you again.

Seungcheol met your eyes through the rain. He glanced down the deserted street, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he scoffed softly.

“You know what?” His eyes shone as they at last dragged to you. “Just this once, fuck being the good guy.”

He was up the stairs again before you could process. Seungcheol’s mouth collided with yours, his arms instantly winding around your waist as he pulled you closer to his height.

You instantly melted into his touch.

His mouth moved against yours with a sort of urgency you’d never experienced before, his lips and teeth and tongue sending sparks shooting down your spine. Seungcheol groaned against you as your lips parted, allowing him access to taste you.

Your arms slung around his shoulders, crushing him to you. No matter what happened in this moment, there was nothing in this world that could convince you to let him go.

He tasted like winter. Snow and mint and a hint of something bitter, like he’d been smoking. It was intoxicating.

Seungcheol’s hands gripped your waist as he walked you backwards, kicking the front door shut behind him. Your fingers tangled in his rain-soaked hair and tugged earnestly at the strands, drawing a half-strangled moan from his throat.

You were on fire.

Your skin lit up every placed he touched you, the raw heat of him soaking through his wet clothes and directly to your center.

God, nothing had ever felt this right. You moaned breathily as Seungcheol’s mouth moved from yours to your throat, licking and sucking open-mouthed kisses onto the skin there. You gripped the back of his head, raked your fingernails across his shoulders—no matter what you did, you couldn’t seem to feel close enough to him.

He’d been to your house before, all the boys had, so he had no trouble leading you to your bedroom.

He went with you when you fell back onto your bed, his lips staying connected to your throat as you writhed.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he moaned against you, hastily working his hands beneath your shirt to feel your skin on his. You yanked it over your head with record-breaking speed and clenched around nothing when he growled—growled—at the discovery that you weren’t wearing a bra.

Seungcheol wasted no time sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. You groaned as his tongue worked expert circles over the peaked bud, chills skittering across your skin. His tongue left a warm trail of saliva across your chest when he moved to your other breast.

Your fingers tangled in his hair again, desperately tugging at the roots as he worshipped your body. Nothing, nothing felt like this. His mouth was unbearably warm as it left marks across your chest and you squirmed beneath him, hardly able to stand the ache between your legs.

God, this was wrong. You were supposed to be heartbroken, but—

No. You cut your train of thoughts off almost immediately. Maybe it was wrong, but you knew in your very soul that this was meant to happen.

Seungcheol sat up to admire the smattering of purplish marks he’d left across your skin, his eyes glittering. He kneaded your breasts in his hands and you moaned again.

“God, you are… unbelievable.” He tore his eyes from you only long enough to shrug out of his wet coat and shirt, leaving both in a crumpled heap on the floor.

You admired his bare skin unabashedly. He was perfect. Heartbreakingly, unbearably perfect.

Seungcheol planted open-mouthed kisses across your stomach, working his way down your body with cocky intent.

You writhed when he softly kissed the seam of your pajama pants and he grinned up at you. “What is it, baby? What’s wrong?”

You pushed your hips downward in silent demand.

“What do you want?”

Lord, was he really going to make you say it?

“Please, Cheol.” You whimpered. “I think I’ll die if you don’t touch me. Like, right now.”

Seungcheol pressed individual kisses to each of your hipbones before he slid your pants down your legs.

He groaned and dragged the tip of his finger over your panties. You were soaked to the point they stuck to you, the fabric’s texture chafing against your too-sensitive skin.

He hooked a finger under them and pulled them roughly to the side. You cringed inwardly when his warm breath washed over you. Seungcheol stared at your slickness through lust-glazed eyes, slowly working his hips against the mattress in an effort to gain some sort of friction.

“Seungcheol.” You whined again. Without warning, his full lips closed around your clit.

He sucked hard and you released a vulgar moan, your thighs instantly quivering around his head as his tongue worked expertly over you. He dragged the tensed muscle through your folds and groaned low in his throat at your taste.

“You’re so wet already, baby. Is this all for me?”

You nodded hastily. “Yes, all for you, only for you…” Your eyes screwed closed as his fingers at last poised themselves at your entrance. He pushed in slowly, watching every change in your expression with his lips lightly parted.

You released short gasps as his fingers stretched you out, no doubt preparing you for him. Your body crackled with energy and you felt very near to exploding when his fingertips brushed your g-spot.

And when he began to thrust, you thought you might just come apart right then and there.

You writhed as Seungcheol’s fingers worked in and out of you, accompanied by his muttered praises while he pressed kisses to your hips, your thighs, your soaking core.

You climbed steadily towards your orgasm at a pace that made your head spin. You couldn’t even bring yourself to be embarrassed by the wet sounds you made as he curled his fingers inside you.

“That’s it, baby, let go—yes, cum for me—” Seungcheol attached his mouth to your clit again and moaned against you.

It was your undoing.

You stiffened as your orgasm barreled into you at the speed of a train. For several moments, you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t make a sound, before your breath left you in a rush and you groaned from deep within your chest. Your legs violently shook around where Seungcheol laid between your thighs.

His fingers worked you through you orgasm until your walls stopped clamping down around them.

You shivered when he raised his hand, gleaming with you, to his mouth and obscenely licked his fingers clean. His eyelids fluttered closed and you clenched around nothing, instantly ready for him again.

He crawled up your body with painstaking slowness, trailing kisses across your flushed skin. Seungcheol unbuckled his belt and tugged his jeans down his legs, and at long last he was fully naked above you.

His skin was cold where it touched yours, still a little damp from the rain. You didn’t mind in the slightest—the temperature contrast between you was a shock that left you both desperate to touch more of the other.

You locked your ankles around his waist and froze when the head of his cock slid through your folds. You knew without looking down that he was big. Even after his working you open with his fingers and an orgasm, the stretch would feel incredible.

You both released twin hisses through your teeth as he gently thrusted into you. He was only able to get a quarter of the way in before he met resistance and he pulled out slightly.

He gazed down at you, worry plaguing the beautiful stars in his eyes. You smoothed the crease between his brows away with the tip of your finger and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth.

“I’m okay. Keep going,” you urged, your voice hardly more than a breath of air between you.

Seungcheol obeyed. He spent several long, agonizing minutes working his way into you, both of you groaning at the sensation all the while.

He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “God, baby, you’re so tight. You fit me so well—” His words cut off in a moan when your walls involuntarily clenched around him.

At last, his hips were seated snugly against yours. Your hands trailed across his shoulder blades as he experimentally thrusted once and you rewarded him with a breathy whine.

He braced his hands on either side of you, allowing his forehead to fall against yours. You both moaned at every slow thrust—you felt him so deep. It was like he was everywhere.

“Cheol, please.”

You didn’t really know what you were begging for, but he did. You knew it the moment he picked up his pace, rocking his hips against yours with enough force that the head of his cock effortlessly hit your g-spot. The pleasure made you dizzy and your eyes rolled back in your head.

You chanted his name as he moved faster and faster, until his hips slammed into yours at a speed that drove you wild.

You grabbed his shoulders and rolled until he was on his back. His cock never left you as you sank down fully onto his length, your legs straddling his hips. Seungcheol’s head pressed into the mattress and he groaned.

His hands found your breasts again, deftly massaging and kneading while you rode him. You bounced with increasing speed, recklessly chasing your high as your walls erratically spasmed around him.

Seungcheol began to twitch beneath you, his breath catching in his chest. You were both close, so close—

Your second orgasm hit you without warning. You cried out and your upper half fell forward, catching yourself on your hands on either side of his head. You clenched so hard that Seungcheol grunted, his own high hitting him a moment later.

You continued to rock your hips on him gently, working you both steadily through the waves of euphoria crashing into you. His cock twitched inside you, releasing thick spurts of his warm cum that you swore sent goosebumps running over your legs.

Seungcheol’s arms folded around you and he pulled your chest against his. You laid like that for a long time, his head buried in the junction between your neck and shoulder with your legs still straddling his hips.

Perhaps you should have felt guilty, but you didn’t. You knew without a doubt that the man still nestled between your walls was the most right decision you’d ever made.

He kissed your shoulder gently to draw your attention.

“You okay?” He asked softly, his eyes unbearably tender as he looked over you. “Let me clean you up.” He began to push you off of him, probably so he could grab a rag from your bathroom, but you locked your arms around his neck.

He laughed softly. “Okay, okay. Maybe later, then.”

“Let’s just… stay like this, for a while. If that’s okay.” You whispered. You couldn’t get enough of him—his smell, his taste, the feeling of his skin on yours. You never wanted it to end.

“Whatever you want, baby. Anything for you.”

Your heart warmed in your chest as his words. His knuckles traced gentle shapes between your shoulder blades, each touch grounding you to the present.

Maybe you weren’t sure what you were going to do after tonight, but it didn’t matter.

Whatever it was, you would do it together.

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