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MATING: F.Reader x ot13
PACK MEETING: The House Rules are made to make the pack function - they're vital to a pack this size, and everyone loves the House Rules. Especially you, the single omega in the entire pack, who the House Rules are designed entirely around.
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PACK WARNINGS: Some chapters may contain smut. All chapters will be warned appropriately.
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THE HOUSE RULES:
1. The omega is never allowed to eat alone unless she asks to - SEUNGCHEOL
2. If she falls asleep on you, carry her to bed. No exceptions - MINGYU
3. Nobody leaves for long amounts of time without scenting her goodbye - JEONGHAN
4. Her nest is neutral territory. Arguments end at the door - JOSHUA
5. If the omega asks anything during heat, the answer is always yes - THE PACK
6. No one is allowed to make her cry and leave the room afterward - WONWOO
7. If she steals your clothes, they belong to her now - MINGYU
8. The omega is not permitted to carry heavy things while alphas are present - MINGHAO
9. Whoever wakes her up is responsible for dealing with the consequences - VERNON
10. Use the omega as you please, but respect is mandatory - THE PACK
11. The omega is not allowed to beg and then act surprised when someone gives in - SEUNGKWAN
12. If she wanders into an alpha’s room after midnight, she knows exactly what she’s doing - SEOKMIN
13. The omega is not allowed to start things in shared spaces and then complain about being watched - JUNHUI
14. If she’s whining, someone should probably handle it - CHAN
15. The omega is not allowed to say “I’m fine” without at least one person investigating immediately - JIHOON
16. Arguments about whose turn it is to use her next must be resolved by rock paper scissors - SOONYOUNG
MEET THE ALPHAS: Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Junhui, Soonyoung, Seokmin, Minghao
MEET THE BETAS: Joshua, Wonwoo, Jihoon, Mingyu, Seungkwan, Vernon, Chan
🎮 vernon x f!reader
🎮 1k
🎮 pure fluff :D
🎮 gaming streamer vernon, established relationship, reader had a bad day but there’s no details. really this is just cuddles. also cheolwoo being slight menaces.
🎮 requested by anon!! i don’t know almost anything about gaming, honestly, but i hope this is good enough lol. thank you my dear @bubbliegubs for beta'ing and telling me how gaming streams work <3
🎮 and requests are open, so feel free to send me things :D
Vernon's streaming when you walk in, but that isn't going to stop him from giving you the cuddles you need.
🎮
“Not the jellyfish again,” Vernon groans into his mic, thumb flicking the little bug knight back the way he came. “I am so sick of those guys. Nah, we’re not dealing with them today.”
The chat fills with laughter. A few hate comments rip into him for avoiding the tricky parts, but he really couldn’t care less. He just hops his way back out of the cavern, fingers light on the controller.
“I wanna go back and visit the humming guy,” he decides, pulling up the game map. He glances at the webcam for a moment, then the comments. “Yeah, I know I don’t need a map. I just like talking to him, okay? He’s cool. I’ll go fight something after, I promise.”
He starts navigating his way back to the humming map guy, avoiding most of the little bugs that get in his way because it just lets him move faster. A few people in the chat start cheering when he passes the little scraps of paper and the faint sounds of an old bug humming begin to trickle in.
“Cornifer, man, there you are!” Vernon cheers when he finally comes into view. The chat cheers with him, flashing by too fast for him to read. He runs back and forth in front of the older bug, clicking through the familiar dialogue. “How ya doing, buddy? Good to see you again –”
The door creaks open, and he glances over in surprise to find your wide, tired eyes peeking into the room. You start to pull back, but he shakes his head, scrambling to pause the game and pull up his ‘brb’ screen. “Sorry, give me a few minutes, guys,” he says, cutting his mic, and then with a final glance over his setup, he sets his controller down and pushes his chair back.
“Babe.”
The door slowly opens again. You’re standing there, shoulders hunched, jacket still on, a guilty, sheepish expression on your beautiful face.
Vernon holds out his arms. “Come here.”
“You’re streaming,” you whisper, lips slipping into a little pout.
“You’re exhausted. Clearly.”
“But…”
You waver. Vernon beckons with the tips of his fingers.
“Please?” he adds, and maybe he pouts a little bit, too.
You crumble, rushing across the room and into his arms so fast that his chair rolls back as he catches you. You whisper something into his neck that sounds like an apology, but he just wraps his arms around your waist, gently guiding you onto his lap.
“You’re alright, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss into your hair. “You wanna tell me about it?”
But you shake your head. “Later.” Your voice is quiet, muffled, almost watery, and he frowns but doesn’t comment on it. He just brushes his fingers through your hair.
“You wanna take the jacket off?” Vernon asks, but you shake your head, burrowing further into the crook of his neck. He nods. That’s alright. He doesn’t mind seeing you in his jacket for a little longer. He does slip his hands underneath it, though, to rub up and down your back. He can feel the way you melt into him, and he loves it.
“Comfy?” he murmurs eventually, and you nod for a moment. Then you pause and start to squirm instead, so he loosens his grip as you tug your arms out from against his chest. The loss almost makes him frown, but then your hands curl around his waist, and suddenly he doesn’t mind so much. “Better?” he asks, and you nod. “Alright. I’m gonna keep playing, babes. Let me know if you need anything.” Another nod. He dips his head, almost too far, to drop a kiss against your neck, humming for a moment against the warmth of your skin.
Then, a little reluctantly, he drags himself back to his desk, one hand at the small of your back to make sure you don’t bump into the edge. “Unmuting now,” he murmurs, waiting until he can feel you nod before he flicks his mic on again. “Sorry about that, chat,” he says softly. He cuts the webcam access, but pulls the game back up, glancing briefly at the comments flying past. “We’re gonna do the rest of tonight ASMR-style, yeah. Sorry.”
You huff a quiet laugh against Vernon’s shoulder, and he smiles, nudging your head gently with his chin as a silent response. Your arms tighten around his waist.
A familiar name pops into the chat, and Vernon glances up.
cherrycoup: asmr, huh? sounds like ur trying not to wake someone up.........
Vernon rolls his eyes, but just starts playing, the controller resting against the small of your back. “I’m gonna go mess around in that weird cavern I found earlier, I think.”
wonugamer: You’re avoiding the bosses. You only do that when she’s around so you don’t look like a loser.
cherrycoup: LOL WONU
cherrycoup: nah u right tho, shes totally on his lap rn
Vernon snorts. “Guys, shut up. At least I have a girlfriend.”
You laugh out loud for a moment before shoving your face into Vernon’s shoulder, and he chuckles, feeling the warmth that floods into your cheeks. The chat explodes for a moment – wait is that his gf??? – aw dangit he really isn’t single.. – gasp thats so cute – and he just grins.
wonugamer: Wow. Low blow.
cherrycoup: I WILL HAVE U KNOW THAT I AM TALKING TO SOMEONE THANK U VERY MUCH
wonugamer: You mean you’re in a situationship.
cherrycoup: SHUT UP, JEON WONWO
cherrycoup: WONWOO
“Losers,” Vernon mutters with a grin. He drops a very loud smack of a kiss on your cheek, dismissing how he has to contort himself to do so because the tiny peck you leave on his collarbone is more than worth it. He clears his throat to whisper softly: “Yeah, my girlfriend is falling asleep on my lap. Yeah, I don’t wanna wake her up. So shut up and watch me play her favorite game, yeah?”
A chorus of awwwwwwwwws swarms the chat as Vernon swaps the audio output, and the soft music of Hollow Knight fills the room. Your lips curl into a smile against the crook of Vernon’s neck, and he has to bite his lip to keep from grinning like an idiot.
He plays the easy stuff tonight, and a handful of people leave the stream now that he’s definitely not fighting any bosses, but with your quiet weight on him and your soft breaths evening out against his skin, he really couldn’t care less.
🎮 vernon x f!reader
🎮 1k
🎮 pure fluff :D
🎮 gaming streamer vernon, established relationship, reader had a bad day but there’s no details. really this is just cuddles. also cheolwoo being slight menaces.
🎮 requested by anon!! i don’t know almost anything about gaming, honestly, but i hope this is good enough lol. thank you my dear @bubbliegubs for beta'ing and telling me how gaming streams work <3
🎮 and requests are open, so feel free to send me things :D
Vernon's streaming when you walk in, but that isn't going to stop him from giving you the cuddles you need.
🎮
“Not the jellyfish again,” Vernon groans into his mic, thumb flicking the little bug knight back the way he came. “I am so sick of those guys. Nah, we’re not dealing with them today.”
The chat fills with laughter. A few hate comments rip into him for avoiding the tricky parts, but he really couldn’t care less. He just hops his way back out of the cavern, fingers light on the controller.
“I wanna go back and visit the humming guy,” he decides, pulling up the game map. He glances at the webcam for a moment, then the comments. “Yeah, I know I don’t need a map. I just like talking to him, okay? He’s cool. I’ll go fight something after, I promise.”
He starts navigating his way back to the humming map guy, avoiding most of the little bugs that get in his way because it just lets him move faster. A few people in the chat start cheering when he passes the little scraps of paper and the faint sounds of an old bug humming begin to trickle in.
“Cornifer, man, there you are!” Vernon cheers when he finally comes into view. The chat cheers with him, flashing by too fast for him to read. He runs back and forth in front of the older bug, clicking through the familiar dialogue. “How ya doing, buddy? Good to see you again –”
The door creaks open, and he glances over in surprise to find your wide, tired eyes peeking into the room. You start to pull back, but he shakes his head, scrambling to pause the game and pull up his ‘brb’ screen. “Sorry, give me a few minutes, guys,” he says, cutting his mic, and then with a final glance over his setup, he sets his controller down and pushes his chair back.
“Babe.”
The door slowly opens again. You’re standing there, shoulders hunched, jacket still on, a guilty, sheepish expression on your beautiful face.
Vernon holds out his arms. “Come here.”
“You’re streaming,” you whisper, lips slipping into a little pout.
“You’re exhausted. Clearly.”
“But…”
You waver. Vernon beckons with the tips of his fingers.
“Please?” he adds, and maybe he pouts a little bit, too.
You crumble, rushing across the room and into his arms so fast that his chair rolls back as he catches you. You whisper something into his neck that sounds like an apology, but he just wraps his arms around your waist, gently guiding you onto his lap.
“You’re alright, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss into your hair. “You wanna tell me about it?”
But you shake your head. “Later.” Your voice is quiet, muffled, almost watery, and he frowns but doesn’t comment on it. He just brushes his fingers through your hair.
“You wanna take the jacket off?” Vernon asks, but you shake your head, burrowing further into the crook of his neck. He nods. That’s alright. He doesn’t mind seeing you in his jacket for a little longer. He does slip his hands underneath it, though, to rub up and down your back. He can feel the way you melt into him, and he loves it.
“Comfy?” he murmurs eventually, and you nod for a moment. Then you pause and start to squirm instead, so he loosens his grip as you tug your arms out from against his chest. The loss almost makes him frown, but then your hands curl around his waist, and suddenly he doesn’t mind so much. “Better?” he asks, and you nod. “Alright. I’m gonna keep playing, babes. Let me know if you need anything.” Another nod. He dips his head, almost too far, to drop a kiss against your neck, humming for a moment against the warmth of your skin.
Then, a little reluctantly, he drags himself back to his desk, one hand at the small of your back to make sure you don’t bump into the edge. “Unmuting now,” he murmurs, waiting until he can feel you nod before he flicks his mic on again. “Sorry about that, chat,” he says softly. He cuts the webcam access, but pulls the game back up, glancing briefly at the comments flying past. “We’re gonna do the rest of tonight ASMR-style, yeah. Sorry.”
You huff a quiet laugh against Vernon’s shoulder, and he smiles, nudging your head gently with his chin as a silent response. Your arms tighten around his waist.
A familiar name pops into the chat, and Vernon glances up.
cherrycoup: asmr, huh? sounds like ur trying not to wake someone up.........
Vernon rolls his eyes, but just starts playing, the controller resting against the small of your back. “I’m gonna go mess around in that weird cavern I found earlier, I think.”
wonugamer: You’re avoiding the bosses. You only do that when she’s around so you don’t look like a loser.
cherrycoup: LOL WONU
cherrycoup: nah u right tho, shes totally on his lap rn
Vernon snorts. “Guys, shut up. At least I have a girlfriend.”
You laugh out loud for a moment before shoving your face into Vernon’s shoulder, and he chuckles, feeling the warmth that floods into your cheeks. The chat explodes for a moment – wait is that his gf??? – aw dangit he really isn’t single.. – gasp thats so cute – and he just grins.
wonugamer: Wow. Low blow.
cherrycoup: I WILL HAVE U KNOW THAT I AM TALKING TO SOMEONE THANK U VERY MUCH
wonugamer: You mean you’re in a situationship.
cherrycoup: SHUT UP, JEON WONWO
cherrycoup: WONWOO
“Losers,” Vernon mutters with a grin. He drops a very loud smack of a kiss on your cheek, dismissing how he has to contort himself to do so because the tiny peck you leave on his collarbone is more than worth it. He clears his throat to whisper softly: “Yeah, my girlfriend is falling asleep on my lap. Yeah, I don’t wanna wake her up. So shut up and watch me play her favorite game, yeah?”
A chorus of awwwwwwwwws swarms the chat as Vernon swaps the audio output, and the soft music of Hollow Knight fills the room. Your lips curl into a smile against the crook of Vernon’s neck, and he has to bite his lip to keep from grinning like an idiot.
He plays the easy stuff tonight, and a handful of people leave the stream now that he’s definitely not fighting any bosses, but with your quiet weight on him and your soft breaths evening out against his skin, he really couldn’t care less.
✧ summary: when seungcheol reacts a little too oddly at you calling him a posessive slut, you decide to take advantage of it
✧ genre: smut! (switch) seungcheol, (switch) reader, ft. sub seungcheol and dom reader, female presenting reader
✧ wc is approx 6.1k
✧ warning: minors dni!!! name calling, possessiveness, lots of dirty talk from the reader. this is my first smut fic, so i apologize if it's not up to standard. i tried to make the reader gn, but has female parts, and thus are referred to as such, including breasts, pussy and cunt.
✧ inspired by an ask i sent @onlymingyus
It had taken only a few weeks of your relationship with Seungcheol for you to realize how possessive he truly was.
Not to say it was a bad thing! You liked it when he would crowd close and loop an arm around your waist, uncaring of where the two of you were. You liked it when he slid a hand into your back pocket as the two of you were standing in line. You liked it when he threw an arm around your shoulder and tucked you into his side, glaring at whomever he deemed to be far too friendly with you.
As stupid as it sounded, it made you feel safe, made you feel desired and wanted.
But over a year into your relationship, and you were starting to get a little impatient with him.
He left your side first! That meant that later, when he noticed you talking to Soonyoung and laughing at whatever Soonyoung was saying, he had no standing to get possessive. He had no standing to loop an arm around your waist and escort you away, as if Soonyoung had any romantic intent with you.
He left your side first! That meant that later, when he noticed you talking to Soonyoung and laughing at whatever Soonyoung was saying, he had no standing to get possessive. He had no standing to loop an arm around your waist and escort you away, as if Soonyoung had any romantic intent with you.
Which brought you to the front room of your house, an hour later. You shoved off your shoes, leaving them by the entrance. “Seriously, Seungcheol. I don’t know how you do it.”
“Do what?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. He bent over and began working at his laces.
Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest. “Seungcheol. Please. You always act like this when we’re with your friends.”
He glanced up, bangs hanging in his eyes. Seungcheol lifted an eyebrow, lips twisting. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby.”
You shot Seungcheol a look of disbelief as you crossed into the kitchen. Pulling a cup from the dishrack, you made towards the fridge. “You seriously don’t know how you act?”
Seungcheol rolled his eyes. He joined you in the kitchen, crossing his arms over his chest and towering beside you. His thick brows were lowered, eyes dark, as if he was warning you. “Tell me. How do I act, baby?”
“Well, you act like --” You broke off, pressing the cup underneath the ice dispenser. You glanced at Seungcheol. His mouth had a little twist at the corner, as if he was trying to hide a smirk. You remembered how he had pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the side of your neck at one point during the night, when you had been talking to Chan for too long. How he had pressed his front against your back and pressed his hips to yours.
He was standing there, dark and dangerous, like a warning; but you had never been good at being cautious when it came to Choi Seungcheol.
You shrugged, pulling your cup from the fridge. You leaned against it, your shoulder pressing against cold metal. “Well. To be frank, Cheol, you act a little bit like a desperate slut.”
For a moment there was nothing but silence between the two of you, before either of you had fully understood the words that left your mouth.
The moment your words and the weight of them fully settled in Seungcheol, the moment he fully comprehended them, would be a moment you always remember.
His eyebrows flew up, his large eyes widening in shock. His mouth parted, a little breath leaving him. Seungcheol’s entire body tensed from the thundershock of your words, his hands tightening their grip on his biceps and nails digging into his sleeve. His tongue darted out and ran over his lips before retreating, and you got the urge to reach out and shove your fingers into his mouth to feel his tongue run over your digits.
He looked anxious, apprehensive, and, if you were reading this right and you hoped you were, turned on.
Seungcheol glanced at the wall, breaking the stare-down between the two of you in an effort to gather himself. You pushed off the fridge, cup still in your hands, stalking forward with a wicked grin. “Oh? Did that shock you Cheol? Has no one ever called you a desperate little slut before, sweetheart?”
His dark eyes met yours. Seungcheol looked wild. It was as if he was a caged animal being presented with a foreign object, as if you were trapping him between your hands instead of sauntering across the kitchen with honeyed words.
“Baby --”
You laughed, shaking your head. You stopped a few steps from him, biting down on your lip. “God. I can’t believe I’ve never realized it before, Cheol. The way you always press against me whenever I talk to Mingyu, how you always have to leave hickies on my neck. How you always have to stick your fingers in my pussy after we meet with your friends; how you always have to shove your cock down my throat after.
“You’re just a possessive little whore, aren’t you, sweetheart?” You shifted the cup in your hand, the sound of ice clinking against the glass drawing Seungcheol’s eyes to the cup. You watched his face as you talked, not missing a single thing. You didn’t miss how his eyelashes fluttered at every crude word that left your lips, how his throat constantly worked in an attempt to swallow.
Voice low, you cocked your head and let a little grin play at your lips. “Stunned to silence, are you, darling? Not a word to say in your defense?”
He sucked his lip in, worrying at it for a moment. Seungcheol’s dark eyes shined. He shifted, his long curls obscuring his eyes for a moment.
You reached into the cup and withdrew a cube of ice. It was cold in your mouth, tongue freezing as it worked against the ice and soothed it. “Seungcheol, if you don’t like this, stop me right now. If you want me to shut up, tell me.”
He was a wild thing, trapped in your hands. So you loosened your grip on him, just enough for him to make a break for it. If he said the words, you would shove this aside and try and forget it ever happened. Try and forget the vulnerability on his face as you called him slut and whore, try to forget the way warm flooded through you and gushed out of your pussy.
If he asked, you would let him run.
Seungcheol took a deep, shuddering breath. He looked back at you. “I’ve never . . .”
“If you don’t want to --”
“No!” He shouted, straightening. He immediately looked embarrassed, pink rising and dusting his cheeks. “No, you can. You can continue.”
The cube completely melted in your mouth, and you swallowed. “What a good boy.”
You reached in and grabbed another cube. You moved closer, sliding the cube into your mouth and setting the glass on the counter. “But that doesn’t excuse the way you’ve been acting, baby. What do you think your friends think? Hm? To see you pressing against me constantly, to see their big, strong friend so desperate for his lover to even glance his way?”
Reaching up, you brushed Seungcheol’s curls from his face. His eyes were wide and pupils were dilated as he watched, and you could hear every breath. “Fuck. Do you think they know, sweetheart? Do you think they know how much of a slut you are?”
Seungcheol inhaled through his nose, eyes fluttering shut. Your hand on his face wandered, taking hold of his thick curls and tightening. Your other hand went to his shoulder, smoothing over the broad muscle. “I used to just think you had a high sex drive, you know? Used to think you just were always desperate for my pussy. But now? Now I know you’re just my own whore, so eager for my touch. Isn’t that right, Cheol?”
He slowly nodded, throat working frantically.
You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth. You tightened your grip on his hair significantly, pulling the curls and ripping a loud gasp from his lips. His eyes flew open, large and startled, wild. “Say it, Seungcheol. I want you to say it.”
He whimpered.
Choi Seungcheol fucking whimpered.
It was a high, sweet noise that sent wetness gushing from your pussy and drenching your underwear. He squeezed his eyes shut, lips pressing into a quivering pout, as if he was being bullied. He looked distraught, eyebrows pressing together and hands reaching out for you, gripping at your shirt. He looked -- he looked like a little desperate slut, and fuck, you wanted to destroy him.
“Choi Seungcheol,” you warned, voice deep and dangerous. “Say it.”
“I’m --” His voice broke, going high and pitchy. Seungcheol cleared his throat, eyelashes fluttering as he opened his eyes to peer at you. “I’m a slut.”
Fuck. Fuck.
“Whose? Whose slut are you, Choi Seungcheol?”
You tugged his hair again, and another high noise left him. His hands scrambled against you, digging his nails so deeply into your arms that you could feel them through your shirt and against your skin.
“Yours!” He gasped, pink lips parted. “I’m -- I’m your slut.”
You grinned, triumphant. Releasing your grip on his hair, you smoothed his curls and settled your hand on the back of his neck. “What a good boy. See, sweetheart? That’s all you had to say.”
Hand on his shoulder moving to the cup and retrieving an ice cube, the other used his neck to guide Seungcheol to you. His breath was warm and heavy on your face. You slipped the ice cube into your mouth, talking around it. “All you had to do was tell me how much of a desperate little pussy slut you are, baby boy. All you’ve ever had to do was get on your knees and beg for my pussy like a starving whore and I would’ve given it to you.”
He whined, your name leaving his lips like a plea. When Seungcheol finally spoke, his voice was low and sweet, like a begging man’s. “Can -- can you kiss me?”
“Well, if my slut insists,” you smirked.
With the ice cube still largely intact, you brought his face down and pressed your mouth to his. It wasn’t a chaste or gentle kiss by any means. As soon as your mouth was against his, you were using your lips to pry his open. His arms surrounded you as you used your tongue to shove the ice cube into his mouth, your cold saliva sliding past your lips and into his mouth.
Seungcheol gasped against you, the sound high and breathy. He took the ice cube from you, sucking on it.. You could hear nothing but his sharp inhales as you practically drank the ice water from his mouth. His tongue was just as cold as yours, and you couldn’t help but coax it into your mouth and give it a suck.
He moaned your name, sending another rush of fluid from your pussy. You felt as if your pussy had a heartbeat of its own, with the way it constantly fluttered and clenched.
Breathing harshly, you forced the remains of the ice cube and your spit into his mouth before withdrawing. Seungcheol panted against your mouth for a moment, trying to catch his breath, but you were relentless. You pressed him back into the wall. When he couldn’t move back anymore, you attached your lips to his in a filthy kiss, tongue relentless as it mapped his mouth and dragged against his tongue.
Using your mouth as a distraction, you shifted your weight to your right side. Then you worked your left thigh up between his, knee pressing against the impressive bulge that strained against his jeans.
Seungcheol moaned, breaking away from the kiss. His brows were furrowed, ees fluttering. “Wait --”
Humming, your hand joined your knee. Your fingers pulled at the button of his jeans. “Color?”
“Green -- but -- baby --”
Your free hand returned to its rightful place in his hair, pulling his face down so you could attack his mouth again. The hand on his button worked quickly, popping it through the hole and forcing the zipper down.
Seungcheol pulled from you again, your lips sliding against his cheek as he turned his head and leaving a trail of saliva. “Wait, but -- I can’t, I’ll cum too soon.”
Laughing, your hand in his hair joined the one on his jeans. With use of both hands you shoved down his jeans, and once they were around his knees, you settled your hand over his length. You massaged it relentlessly, feeling the wet patch of precum that had leaked through his underwear.
Just as well, you thought. It was only fair for his underwear to be soaked if yours was.
“Don’t worry,” you began, still grinning. Seungcheol’s moans were loud in your ear, and you angled your head to capture his lips in a kiss. You then pulled away, just enough to speak, your lips moving against his with every word. “We’ve got all night, baby boy.”
You pressed kisses to the corner of his mouth, smeared your lips down his chin and latched them to the spot right underneath the bone of his chin. You sucked, your hand moving in tandem over his dick.
With your free hand you rucked up his shirt, nails scraping against his smooth muscle. “I’d get on my knees, you know, let you fuck my throat, if it weren’t for your behavior earlier. But I don’t know if sluts get rewarded by getting their dicks wet. In fact, if I remember back, you punished me by refusing to let me cum for hours a few weeks back, didn’t you? Said it was my punishment for wearing that skirt around Jeonghan.”
Seungcheol groaned, his dick twitching through his underwear. You ran your lips over his throat, pressing your tongue against his warm skin. “I should make you get on your knees. Make you beg for my pussy, make you beg so you can taste it.”
Pulling away, your hands went to the hem of his shirt. You tugged at it, Seungcheol’s hands joining yours and pulling it up and off. Immediately you attached your mouth to his collar, biting and licking and sucking. One of your hands went back to his dick, squeezing the head through his underwear before stroking it. The other hand went to his breast; you squeezed once, twice, electing sweet whimpers and whines from his lips.
“Maybe I’ll sit on your face, hm? Ride your tongue and make a mess of your mouth? Have you use your fingers to work me open, stretch me good and wide. Then maybe I’ll leave you, get that big, thick cock from the drawer and shove it up my pussy and make you watch.”
His hands -- which had gone to your shoulders -- tightened. Then Seungcheol was moving against you, hands shoving you back and against the wall. His chest heaved, littered with dark spots that were quickly beginning to bruise. His thick, black brows were furrowed and his eyes glinted darkly.
“Like fuck that’ll happen,” he began, voice dangerous.
Then you shoved one hand down his underwear, grabbed his cock and sqeezed. Your other hand went to his breast, grabbed a hold of his dark nipple and twisted.
Seungcheol gasped, eyes widening and holding his breath. Then his brow was furrowing and mouth opening, a loud groan leaving his lips as his cock jumped against your hand, cum drenching his underwear and your hand.
“What a whore,” you said. Your hand left his breast and gripped his hair, wrenching his head back and exposing his neck. “What a pathetic attempt. First of all, you really thought I’d just let you control like that? What? Think I’d let a stupid little slut tell me what to do? Second of all, how fucking pathetic. One squeeze of your dick, a twist of your nipple and you’re cumming in your underwear like a fucking teenager? God. How fucking disappointing.”
He gasped. You paused, and forced your voice into a more gentle tone. “Color?”
Voice high and desperate, Seungcheol replied. “Green!”
You squeezed his dick once more, withdrawing your hand from his underwear. You brought it up to his mouth. “Open.”
His blossom pink lips parted, and you shoved your fingers into his mouth. For a moment Seungcheol struggled, eyes wide. You adjusted your hand, withdrawing two fingers and smearing his cum and spit on the side of his mouth. “Clean my hand. Want you to taste and swallow your cum, Cheol.”
Seungcheol swallowed, the force of it pulling your fingers further into his mouth. Then he was thrusting his tongue over your digits, one of his hands moving to hold your wrist and keep your hand in place. He sucked and licked, his mouth frantically working to reach each of your fingers.
“Good boy,” you hummed. With your free hand you reached down to your own hands, slipping inside your sweats and underwear. As predicted, you were absolutely soaked. The entire seat of your underwear was wet from your fluids. You worked your thumb against your clit, pressing down meanly, running your fingers along your lower lips and collecting your slick.
Seungcheol made his way down your hand, licking at your palm. His eyes fluttered with every lick, cheeks blushing a pretty pink. Seungcheol glanced up at you, pretty eyes questioning, as his lips traveled from your palm to your wrist.
You worked at your clit, fingers grazing your entrance. Humming again, you withdrew your hand from your pants. Your hand was drenched and sticky, and you didn’t miss how Seungcheol’s eyes immediately zeroed in on it.
Reaching forward, you wiped your hand on his chest, smearing your fluids on his chin. You pinched his nipple meanly before withdrawing. “Kneel by the couch, Seungcheol.”
You followed him, hands working at your sweats. Once you had your sweats down to your ankles you kicked them off, the air of the apartment cold against your wet underwear and immediately making you uncomfortable. So your underwear followed, your fluids beginning to coat the insides of your thighs instead.
Seungcheol, as you had asked, was kneeling beside the couch. His eyes were wide and on you, hands flat on his thighs. His cum had drenched the front of his underwear. You said nothing.
With a sigh, you moved to sit on the couch. You stretched, shirt riding up and eyes fluttering shut. You looked down at Seungcheol. He was still sitting next to the couch, eyes taking in your every move. His chest glistened from where you had smeared yourself on him, his nipples pebbled against the cold of the room.
Reclining against the couch, you spread your thighs. Seungcheol was immediately scrambling towards you, wedging himself between them and placing a hand on each of your knees.
Regardless of the mood he was in, regardless if he was feeling dominant or, apparently like right now, submissive, Seungcheol was a fan of eating pussy. The first time the two of you engaged in any sexual activity was him getting on his knees, spreading you open and devouring your cunt like a man depraved. Over a year later, he did it like a promise. Sometimes it would be the first thing in the morning, and he would be burrowed beneath the blankets with his lips wrapped around your clit. He’d leave you on the bed after eating you out until you orgasmed at least twice, vowing to return later in the day to finish the job and fuck you with his cock.
He even would eat you out before the two of you went out with his friends, an unspoken promise between the two of you to finish what he had started after.
And now, with him completely naked on his knees before you, thumbs swiping over the sides of your knees and causing gooseflesh to erupt on your thighs, Seungcheol looked like he couldn’t wait to get his head between your thighs.
You shifted, leaning your weight on one elbow. “Watch,” you commanded. Your other hand trailed over your breasts, nails scraping against your skin and causing you to shiver. Nails gently trailed around your areola, your nipples quickly hardening. Pinching your nipple, you watched as Seungcheol watched you, his eyes never straying.
Pausing to bring your fingers to your mouth and get them wet, you returned your hand towards your breast. You took your nipple between your fingers and pinched again, rolling your nipple and sliding, eyes beginning to flutter.
“Baby,” Seungcheol said, his voice breathy and low. You opened your eyes to see him leaning forward, tongue swiping over his bottom lip.
Humming, you trailed your hand over your stomach and down to your pussy. As soon as your hand touched your groin you were drenched in your fluid. You molded your hand to your cunt, heel pressed to your clit.
“Look at me,” you demanded. Seungcheol’s eyes focused on the hand covering your cunt, refusing to move. You lightly kicked at him. “Choi Seungcheol. Look at me in my eyes.”
Finally, his dark eyes found yours. It was horrible, really, how beautiful he was. His eyes were what first attracted you to them, especially with his long lashes. His eyes were his weapon, and in moments where he had you eating out of the palm of his hand, they were your undoing. But now, with him on his knees for you, they were large and pleading.
“Keep looking in my eyes,” you warned. Keeping your hand still, you began to roll your hips up and into your palm. It was a sweet sort of feeling, almost lazy. You didn’t do anything but roll up into your hand, palm grinding down on your clit, effectively teasing yourself.
But it wasn’t about you.
It was about Seungcheol; watching him. His lower lip was between his teeth, and you could practically feel how badly he wanted to watch.
“Fuck,” you moaned, moving your thumb to press and roll your clit. “Feels so good, Cheol. I’m getting so wet, Cheol. My hand is drenched. I bet you could fit your cock right inside. I bet you could fit your entire fucking hand in my cunt right now, and it would go. As a matter of fact --”
You shifted, adjusting your hand to slide two fingers inside, thumb rubbing gently at your clit. Your hand was drenched to your wrist. “Fuck. My pussy is so tight, Cheol, it’s trying to suck my fingers in. Did you see it take my fingers? Slid right in, just like I said.”
He moaned, and his hands clenched against your knees.
“Don’t look away from my eyes, Choi Seungcheol,” you warned again. “Otherwise you can just sit back and watch me fuck myself until I’m gushing around my fingers. Won’t even let you taste me.”
“Please,” he gasped. “Please, baby, please let me taste you.”
You tossed your head back, breaking eye contact with Seungcheol. “What a slut you are,” you sighed, “begging me like that. So desperate, like a teenager trying to get his first fuck.”
Withdrawing your hand from your cunt, you held it out in front of you. Seungcheol’s eyes immediately went to your hand, watching as you spread your fingers. Strings of your slick stretched between your digits. “Fuck, Cheol, look at that.”
“Looks so good, baby,” he breathed.
“Good enough to eat?”
Seungcheol nodded, his nails scratching at your knees. “Fuck, yes, please.”
You leaned forward, offering your hand out. Like a puppet on a string, Seungcheol wrapped his lips around your fingers. He slid his mouth down your digits, tongue moving wickedly over your skin. After licking off your fluids from your forefingers, his mouth traveled to your other fingers and licked off the fluid that had managed to smear on them. Then his tongue ran over your knuckles, and you turned your hand to let him slurp at your palm.
“What a whore,” you said, “drinking my cunt from the palm of my hand.”
He moaned, eyes fluttering shut. You moved, moving your hand from his mouth and gripping his hair. Seungcheol’s eyes opened, eager. “Well? Are you going to eat out of my hand for the rest of the night or are you going to eat my pussy like a good slut?”
Seungcheol moved so quickly, he was a blur. His hands went to your waist, pushing you back and flat against the couch. His hands then grabbed your love handles and brought you to the edge of the couch so he could have better access to your pussy. He smoothed his hands over your skin, raising himself on his knees to bend over and press his mouth to your hip.
You couldn’t help but sigh as his mouth pressed hot kisses to your skin, hands massaging your thighs. His mouth traveled, his saliva smearing against your skin as he trailed from your hip to your knee. Seungcheol burrowed his head into your knee, mouthing at the skin there.
He then his path towards your cunt, pressing feverish kisses to the inside of your knees, each kiss leading him closer and closer. Seungcheol’s hands moved to spread your legs wider, and he leaned forward to press his lisp against the innermost part of your thigh. He nipped at the fat there before taking it into his mouth, sucking.
Each kiss, each suck at your skin, made your pussy clench. More and more fluid gushed from your cunt, and you knew for a fact you’d have to clean the couch tomorrow.
Seungcheol pressed a final kiss to your inner thigh, letting his eyes flutter shut as he breathed against your skin. “Fuck,” he sighed, “you smell so fucking good.”
Lightly, you knocked your foot against his side. “Hurry on then, Cheol.”
His eyes opened, and you couldn’t help the little shiver that traveled up your spine at the heat in them. His pressed one last open-mouthed kiss to your thigh, and then his mouth was right where it belonged.
Seungcheol adjusted himself so his shoulders were holding open your thighs. His left arm looped underneath and over your thigh, hand coming over to rest on your stomach and hold you down. His other elbow rested on your thigh, bone digging into flesh, and he moved his hand down to open your pussy lips and present your cunt.
“Beautiful,” he said.
And that was all the warning you had before his mouth was on you. His tongue was immediately licking broad strikes up your cunt, the noises of his slurps crude to your ears. Seungcheol licked against your pussy, gathering your fluids and drinking them in as if they were the best fucking treat in the world. His hand shifted, his forefinger going to rub gently at your clit.
A moan left you, and you fought the urge to close your eyes. More and more fluid gushed out of you everytime he licked at you, and when Seungcheol adjusted his head you noticed that his bangs were pressed to his forehead, wet from your slick.
One hand went to his hair, holding him, while the other went to your nipple. You pinched it in tandem with his rubs at your clit. He adjusted his hand again, two fingers going to rub at your clit. His tongue, hot and far too wicked, began to trace your hole. He was content like that, it seemed, lazily eating at you.
“Seungcheol,” you moaned, bringing your lip between your teeth. He opened his eyes and looked up at you, and upon seeing your desperation, got to work.
Seungcheol moved, his lips and fingers trading. His mouth enclosed on your clit, suckling. Two of his fingers, which were longer and thicker than yours, slid into your cunt easily. You couldn’t help but moan, tossing your head back and clenching around his fingers.
“Cheol,” you breathed.
“I know, baby,” he murmured against your clit. He began scissoring his fingers, stretching you out. As he stretched you his mouth continued working against your clit, tongue rubbing and playing and rolling.
When he added his third finger, you hardly noticed. He continued stretching you, however, his three fingers spreading and widening you.
“Cheol,” you said, your hips bucking. Seungcheol’s hand on your stomach flattened you against the couch again, keeping you still for him. Seungcheol lifted his head, his spit and your fluid covering his mouth and chin and nose and cheek. When he slid his hand out of you, he lifted it up so you could see how your slick coated his hand.
“Absolutely drenched,” he murmured.
“Fucking put them back in,” you commanded, wiggling your hips. “I’ll fuck myself if I have to.”
He smiled, ducking his head. Seungcheol pressed a wet kiss to your knee before resuming his spot. He laved his tongue against your clit, harsh and rough, causing a sharp gasp to escape you. You couldn’t help but arch into him, thighs fighting to close around his head.
“Hold on, baby,” he said, voice low and thick. His three middle fingers began sliding into your hole, slowly, and when he twisted them you felt the presence of his pinkie beginning to join.
Your pussy had no problem with this. You clenched and practically sucked his fingers inside of you, and you couldn’t help but let out a shuddering moan at how full you felt. He was stretching you wide, nearly his entire hand inside of you, and it felt so right.
“Seungcheol,” you panted. The hand at your breast had long stilled, and your nails began scratching against your breast. “Seungcheol, Seungcheol.”
Slowly, he moved his fingers out. Your pussy protested, clenching. “Fuck. You’re so fucking tight, how are you this tight with my entire hand practically inside of you?”
For once, you couldn’t say anything.
He angled his fingers, and then pressed them back in. Seungcheol adjusted them again, his fingers brushing against that spot inside of you that had your toes curling. “There, yeah?”
And then he was removing his hand; you nearly began whining, but then he was shoving it back inside and hitting your spot with scary accuracy. Seungcheol set a punishing pace, biceps straining and bulging, jaw set as he watched his fingers disappear and reappear from your cunt.
You were a moaning mess above him, your hands moving to clench at the couch. Your cunt was constantly clenching around him, trying to suck his hand in, but everytime you began to clench he was retreating his hand, never quite letting your pussy capture it.
“Seungcheol, Seungcheol --”
Seungcheol glanced up at you, eyes sharp. Your chest was heaving, and you took the chance to begin grinding your hips down on his hand. Seungcheol gritted his teeth. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck this --”
Then he was standing, withdrawing his hand from you. You let out a loud, pathetic sob, his name leaving your lips. Seungcheol’s hands were on your body, moving you as he climbed onto the couch. He was on his knees, his hands tucked underneath yours.
“Cheol --”
His eyes met yours. You licked your lips, and with a little grin, wiggled your hips. “What a slut, so eager to fuck --”
He didn’t wait for you to finish. In one move, his grip on your knees tightened and brought you up so you were fully presenting your pussy to him. He spread your thighs out so they were on either side of his hips, and one brutal move that had your back arching and a loud, whorish moan leaving you, impaled you on his dick.
Immediately he set a harsh pace, hands encompassing your hips and bringing you to meet his every thrust. All you could do is watch as he fucked into you, your pussy eagerly accepting him. His cock glided in and out of you, stretching you and filling you before he was pulling out again.
“Cheol, Cheol --”
“Fuck, baby,” he grunted. His thick brows were furrowed, his jaw set and clenching. He was only looking at the spot where his dick disappeared inside of you, focused.
He shifted, dragging your body so he could set one foot on the floor. You gasped when he sheathed himself back inside of you, his dick brushing against that spot. Seungcheol glanced up at you before grinning, and then he was slamming back inside of you, his dick hitting your spot.
Your hands scrambled against the couch, nails digging into the fabric. Something, which you knew from your past experiences with Seungcheol to be an impending orgasm, settled deep in you with a heavy sort of weight. Each hit of his dick against your spot had that feeling growing, your stomach clenching.
You could feel nothing but Seungcheol. His nails digging into your sides, how tightly he held you. The way his dick was brutally slamming against your spot, as if he had no concern for you, as if he was just chasing after his own finish.
“Cheol, I’m --”
He growled, the sound sending another rush of fluid from your pussy. Seungcheol released one of your knees, his fingers going to your clit. He began rubbing at it harshly, unforgivingly, the friction of his thumb against your clit combining with the feeling of his dick slamming against your spot, and it was mounting, building, had you curling your lips and arching your back and crying out, and then you peaked.
A few minutes later, when your soul came back into your body, you opened your eyes. Seungcheol had laid you out on the couch and was hovering over you, his body framing yours. There was a pool of cum on your stomach, the liquid beginning to turn tacky and stick unpleasantly. Seungcheol’s dark eyes were round, glancing over your face, brows furrowed with worry. “Baby?”
Sighing, a little grin appeared on your lips. You stretched out your legs, ignoring the dull ache between your legs. You knew your inner thighs would be bruised for the next few days. “‘m okay, Cheol.”
Seungcheol reached up, one of his hands cupping your cheek. He said nothing, lips pressed in a firm line, eyes taking in every single twitch of your face. You knew he wouldn’t believe you until he did a thorough checking, so you were quiet, the smile on your face growing.
“Didn’t mean to pass out on you,” you said, reaching up and winding your arms around his neck. Seungcheol fought against you for a moment, and then he was pressing down on top of you. “I feel bad. Was trying to make this good for you.”
Seungcheol huffed, burrowing his face against your neck. “Shut up. It was good for me, idiot.”
“Still,” you protested. Your hands went to his hair. It was damp, and when you brushed back his bangs you noticed the stickiness that had come from him eating you out, your fluids somehow finding its way into his hair. “Was trying to, I don’t know. Dominate you until you passed out. But I ended up passing out, like an absolute loser.”
“You are a loser,” Seungcheol agreed. He settled his weight fully on you, heavy and relaxed. “And I enjoyed this. I did.”
“You like being called a slut,” you teased, grinning. Seungcheol frowned against your skin, pulling back and glaring at you. Your hands went to his cheeks, squeezing the flesh. “God. We have to do this again, please. Please. I’ll get on my knees. Do you know what you looked like, all submissive? Fuck.”
Seungcheol’s hand went to your cheek, pinching you and making you yelp. “Not a single word to any of the boys, you understand? They catch wind of this and it’ll be the end of you.”
“Oh no,” you protested, wiggling. “Death by dicking! Whatever shall I do!”
Seungcheol sighed, exasperated. “That’s what I get for not being in control.”
Still grinning, you settled down. You shifted, moving to get up, and Seungcheol backed away, allowing you. “You liked it, Seungcheol. We’re doing this again.”
“Maybe,” he said, “maybe we’re doing this again. I didn’t like it that much.”
“Okay, Choi Seungcheol,” you taunted, standing. Your legs immediately buckled, Seungcheol reaching out to wrap his arms around your waist and bring you back to the couch before you could fall. “Fuck.”
He laughed, smug and lighthearted. “Doesn’t matter how submissive you think I am, I still give it good enough to make you unable to walk.”
“Just you wait, Cheol,” you warned, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and sinking your fingers into his hair. “Keep this talk up, and I’ll be buying a dick of my own and fucking you until your legs are numb.”
Controversial opinion I know but, like, we need more x reader fics where reader isn’t default white. White people wanting to write for white people is just the way it’s always been since the dawn of time but I even see non-white people whose x reader fics strictly have reader being white.
I’m not trying to tell people what to write but I promise you having a neutral/brown/black/etc reader isn’t some terrible thing. Inclusivity is hot 🩷
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