pairing: choi seungcheol x f!reader
summary: cheol hates mint chocolate chip, unless he's eating it off of you.
genre: smut
word count: 694
content/tw: food play(?), breast sucking, oral sex, facial, not proofread
a/n: i had seungcheol brainrot so i apologize for this bc it's purely self indulgent 😵💫
18+ minors dni (masterlist)
“you’re joking, right?” cheol cringes above you, as you lay against his chest. “mint chocolate chip is not better than strawberry.”
“it is, and it’s better than that cherry crap you’re eating.” you tease, shoveling another spoonful of your ben & jerry’s into your mouth. “it beats all fruit flavors actually.”
cheol cringes, setting his pint on the table in front of you. “you’ve ruined ice cream for me.”
you smile. “that’s your loss.”
he adjusts his body under you so that your back lays flat on him. his arms wrap around your waist, thumb drawing circles on your stomach as you continue enjoying his least favorite flavor.
a few minutes into the movie you’re watching, cheol glances down and notices your ice cream melting. a drop falls off of the spoon and hits your chest, rolling down until you swipe it up with your finger and suck it clean. he shifts under you uncomfortably, trying to ignore how aroused he is by the visual.
until it happens a couple more times.
you had felt him get hard beneath you the first time, and at this point you were just teasing him. he’s never been one to initiate anything, so this was difficult for him. the ice cream was basically liquid at this point, and he should’ve caught on by now.
he moves under you again, abruptly this time, causing you to spill some down your tank top on accident.
“shit.” you flinch at the coldness of it running on your chest, sitting up.
seungcheol didn’t do it on purpose, but he also didn’t think to apologize. he eyes you for a second, lust written all over his face, before slowly pulling the stained top up just enough to reveal your breasts.
without thinking or asking for permission, he dives his face into you, licking up the melted ice cream. and despite him hating the flavor, he loves it on you.
something about his desperation and the way hes so greedy with you right now is driving you a little insane. you lift your top over your head, removing it completely as he continues sucking at your breasts. the mess is definitely gone by now, but hes still going. his mouth is cold from his ice cream, making your nipples harder and adding an extra sense of pleasure.
soft moans escape his throat, and at this point he’s so hard he might finish right this second. you lift his face up and away from your breasts. you kiss him, but he’s so whipped that he can barely kiss you back without getting sloppy. his hands are just all over you and he can’t get enough. it’s honestly adorable.
the least you could do is help him out.
his tongue is practically down your throat by the time you reach down to unbutton his jeans. he gets the memo and helps you out, pulling the waistband of his boxers down and revealing his cock that’s entirely swollen and dripping. thanks to you.
you kneel down on the floor in front of the sofa, letting him sit in front of you. you wrap your hand around him, the tip of your finger unable to reach your thumb because of his size. the second your tongue reaches his length, he lets out a whine.
he’s overwhelmed from the feeling of it all — your cold mouth wrapped around his girth, your watery eyes struggling to hold contact with his, and the soft noises you’re making as you try to fit all of him in your mouth.
you do a good job for him though, almost too good of a job. you feel him twitching against your tongue, realizing he’ll come soon. he thrusts himself into you lazily a few times before grabbing his length from you and attempting to finish in your mouth.
except he misses, and now his release is all over your face. he looks down at you adoringly, wondering how he’s lucky enough to be with someone as pretty as you. and he watches, eyes half-lidded, as you smile back at him, cleaning his mess off of you with your fingers and licking them clean.
pairing: choi soobin x f!reader
summary: arguments with soobin are impossible when he's so good at making you smile
genre: fluff
word count: 900
content/tw: all txt members are mentioned once with no dialogue, established relationship, shirtless soobin (slightly sexual), reader is jealous, light arguing, not proofread
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your boyfriend opens the front door to your apartment, allowing you to walk in before him.
you do your best to avoid his gaze from nearly half a foot above you. and saying a word, you head straight to the bedroom to take off your shoes and get undressed.
his suspicion that there’s something wrong was confirmed. he could sense it while the two of you were out and you barely spoke.
“are you feeling okay?” soobin whispers in your ear, wondering why you’re so quiet.
“yeah, I’m just tired.” you nod slightly. you weren’t exactly lying. you had a long day, and you wanted nothing more than to go home and get into bed so you could cuddle with soobin.
that was until the girl sitting on his opposite side ruined your night.
the two of you had met up with yeonjun, beomgyu, tae, kai, and their dates for dinner. beomgyu only recently met his date, and you never found out her name. but after tonight, you could tell he wouldn’t bring her around again. anyone who wasn’t friends with you guys would’ve thought soobin was her date, from the way she was smothering him.
you realized you weren’t overthinking it when yeonjun’s eyes kept switching between the three of you, probably waiting for something to happen. everyone else seemed to notice too, except for soobin. to be fair, he’s clueless when it comes to hints. but as much as you knew that, you started to believe he was allowing her to do it based on how obvious she was.
still, you weren’t going to cause a scene in front of everyone. and even though he knew something was upsetting you, neither was he. so, he wrapped his arm over you and pulled you closer to his side, planting a soft kiss on your head and gently rubbing your shoulder with his hand.
soobin closes the door and nervously heads to the bedroom, trying to figure out the best thing to say. he walks in just as you’re almost done changing.
you glance at him as you pull your t-shirt over your head and ignore him, continuing your routine.
“you know you can talk to me if you’re upset.” soobin says, setting himself at the bedside and taking his shoes off.
“i know.” you reply bluntly, walking towards the door that separates your bedroom and bathroom.
his gaze follows you as you grab a wipe and begin removing your makeup in the mirror. after taking off his shoes, he follows you and leans against the doorway. his large body hovers next to yours, making him impossible to ignore any longer.
“could you tell me what’s wrong, then?” he looks down at you.
you glance up and try to ignore your attraction for him. as upset as you are, soobin is a difficult person to argue with. not because he’s stubborn, but because he’s too soft and kindhearted. you’ve been together for a little over a year, and even though you have the usual conflicts, they don’t last long at all. he’s always been good at calming you down and making you happy.
“why were you letting that girl flirt with you?” you ask, rubbing the cloth against your face.
he furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “who?”
“you know who.”
soobin eyes glance around the room, still unknowing of what you’re talking about.
“the girl sitting next to you.” you roll your eyes, continuing your routine.
“beomgyu’s date? she was just being nice, was i supposed to ignore her?” he questions, smiling slightly as if he was amused.
you scoff, tossing the cloth into a trash can. you walk around him into your bedroom. “she wasn’t being nice; she was trying to get in your pants.”
you go back to your bed, sitting against the soft pillows.
laughing under his breath and smiling, soobin follows you into the bedroom.
“is this funny to you?” you ask, your pitch getting higher from frustration.
“if she was really flirting, i wasn’t paying enough attention to notice. i think you’re just jealous.” he grins, pulling his shirt off in one swift motion, revealing his long torso and abs.
his jeans are sitting low on his hips, revealing the band of his boxers. and as much as you appreciated this detail, you choose to keep your dignity and ignore it.
“it’s not that i’m jealous, i’m not even the only one who saw it! everyone else who was there noticed it, too.” you say defensively.
soobin walks to the other end of the bed and lies on his side. he still has that goofy smile plastered across his face, making it even more difficult to be mad at him.
rolling your eyes and groaning, you try to hide the similar smile creeping up on you. you turn your back to him and shift onto your side.
“hey, come on.” Soobin whines.
he pulls your body back as if you weighed nothing and lowers himself in between your legs, sprinkling kisses all over your face.
"im serious." you can’t just kiss me and expect me to get over it. you still let him, though. despite how upset you are, you’re enjoying it.
“i know. i just wanted to remind you how much i love you.” he says before planting a kiss on your nose.
this time, you let yourself smile at the view of his fluffy hair hanging down above you.
“i swear i didn’t notice. i was too busy focusing on the prettiest girl in the world that’s already mine. you’re never going to have anything to worry about with me.” he promises, lowering his head to kiss you one more time. you run your hands through his hair, pulling him in to deepen the kiss.
you wonder how you could get angry in the first place when you have the sweetest boyfriend on earth.
pairing: choi san x f!reader
summary: when your night with your crush doesn't go to plan, you find comfort in the person you'd least expect
genre: smut, some fluff, some angst
word count: 3k
content/tw: nonidol characters, college au, san has a sister named mina (not meant to be mina from twice), other random idol names are used, fingering, unprotected sex, drunk sex (don’t do this in real life)
a/n: this may be a cringefest bc it was my first fic
18+ minors dni (masterlist)
you tap on jimin’s instagram story for an update on where he might be. he’s in a car with his friends, most likely on his way here. replaying the post over and over, you don’t realize how long you’ve been staring at his smile until you’re hit on the leg with a pillow, snapping you back into reality.
“are you even listening to me?” mina snaps. you grin and sit up against the pillows on her bed.
today is mina’s birthday, and she decided to throw a party at her house tonight. but even though she invited tons of people, she only cares about one guest. so much so, that she’s cycled through five different outfits just to look as good as possible.
“you look hot.” you say jokingly, grabbing and hugging the pillow she just threw at you. “jin is going to notice you, quit overthinking it.”
mina groans. “why aren’t they here yet?”
“they’re on their way right now, they’ll probably be here soon. can we please go now?” you whine. the party started almost an hour ago, but you’ve been waiting for your friend to finish getting ready.
“i just need a few more minutes. go ahead, i’ll find you later.” she says, looking in the mirror as she puts on a pair of earrings.
as you leave the room, your ears are instantly flooded with music despite the party only being downstairs. you head towards the bathroom and step inside to check your hair and makeup in the mirror.
you and mina invited jimin and jin to the party, and it’s the only thing you two have thought about all week. mina and jin are practically a thing at this point, but you can’t say the same for you and jimin. you’re always too nervous to hold a conversation with him. it’s nothing a little liquid courage can’t fix, though. you hope.
there’s a knock on the bathroom door. you open it expecting it to be mina. instead, you’re greeted by a large frame with silky black hair.
of course, it’s mina’s brother san.
despite being a player on campus, he’s really sweet and protective over you. presumably because you’re his sister’s friend. still, he’s always been respectful and never tried to make a move on you.
but you’ve definitely caught him staring once or twice, and youd be lying if you said you didn’t do the same.
“oh, hi y/n.” he examines your outfit, making you feel self-conscious. “i started to think i’d never see you guys come out of that room.”
“sorry,” you smile awkwardly, walking around him into the hallway. “she’s nervous about jin.”
“jin’s coming?”
“yeah, and jimin”. you reply.
san’s posture straightens. “so you actually like him?”
“i never said that.” you protest.
“i hear you guys all the time. you aren’t really discreet about it.” he smiles.
you can’t help but notice his dimples every time he does that. your relationship with him has only ever been platonic, but you’re almost always dumbfounded by his appearance.
“i mean, maybe. i can’t really tell if he feels the same way though.” you say, fidgeting with your hands.
san leans against the wall. “i wouldn’t waste my time on him,”.
“what? what do you mean?”
“i don’t like him. it doesn’t matter though; you can do better than him.”
who the hell does he think he is?
“you don’t even know him. why should i care what you think?” you say, furrowing your brows.
in reality, san knows jimin more than you’d thin. they’ve never been friends, but he’s spent enough time around him to know that he’s not worth dating.
san is well aware of his position in your life, but he still cares and doesn’t want to see you hurt. your words stung a little, but he wouldn’t let you know that.
san grins and lets out a soft chuckle that pisses you off a little.
mina’s bedroom door opens and she steps out in yet another outfit choice.
“it took you an hour to come up with that?” san says teasingly, gesturing to mina’s outfit.
mina’s eyes widen. “is it actually that bad?” she gaps.
“he’s joking.” you smile, despite the anger you felt a few seconds ago. “you look cute, can we go now?” you asked, grabbing mina’s hand and pulling her towards the stairs.
not only would she have actually changed her outfit again, but you would’ve done anything to get out of that situation. you’re an adult and can date whoever you want. why is san treating you like you’re his sister... or his girlfriend?
as you walk away with mina, you glance over your shoulder to see san still looking at you, except this time he’s more serious.
the party was open invitation, but you’re still surprised by the number of people that actually showed. you and mina grab two beers from the kitchen.
you feel a tug on your arm. “they’re over there!”. she points to jin and jimin sitting on a sofa with drinks and talking.
your stomach knots at the sight of jimin and you start to feel flustered. he looks so good you start to second guess your outfit just as much as mina did hers. you chug your drink, hoping the alcohol will set in soon.
mina laughs at your nervousness. “are you ready?”
“i think so –”
“hey guys!” mina yells over the music, interrupting you.
your heart drops even further than it already did.
jmin and jin look over as you and mina make your way to them. mina sits next to Jin, leaving you with no choice but to sit next to jimin on the opposite end. you were hoping Mina would be with you to ease the awkwardness, but that plan is instantly thrown out the window.
jimin turns his body towards you, and you start to wish you’d planned things to talk about.
“hey, you look nice.” he smiles.
“thank you.” you respond shyly. somehow you feel even more self-conscious despite the compliment.
“i haven’t seen you in class lately.” you mention, hoping your awkwardness doesn’t show.
“oh. i’ve been kind of focused on my music lately. i’m actually considering switching majors.” he says.
he continues speaking but as you glance around your attention is caught by san across the room.
he’s looking directly at you, while a girl is holding his arm and laughing. he’s pretending to listen, but he’s watching you and jimin. you can’t seem to break the eye contact, as if your eyes are glued to him.
you realize you’re mid conversation and shift your focus back on jimin, who’s still talking about himself.
“i think that’s great.” you smile at him, unknowing of what he spent the last 30 seconds talking about.
“y/n, can I borrow you for a sec?” mina leans forward into your gaze.
you nod. “sorry, one second.” you excuse yourself from the conversation and follow mina as she pulls you aside.
“jin and i are going to my room; are you gonna be fine on your own?” she asks lowly.
“what? you’re sleeping with jin already?” you exclaim.
mina shushes you and looks around the room as if anyone could’ve heard you over the music.
“i don’t know, probably.” she says, grinning like an idiot.
“i’ll be fine. be safe.” you smile.
she nods and waves over jin, and he follows her upstairs
you make your way over to where you previously were but realize jimin is gone. you scan the room for him but can’t find him. you start to regret letting mina go and feel awkward all over again. you look around for a familiar face and see san, still talking to the same girl and clearly uninterested. you find chaewon and yunjin and join them for a while.
almost two hours pass while you’re busy getting drunk and dancing.
mina comes back with jin, but you’ve been so caught up that you forgot about them and jimin.
“hey.” you almost cringe realizing what they might have just finished doing.
mina grins and rolls her eyes. “where’s jimin?”
you shrug. “he left after you guys did”
“that’s weird,” jin says.
“i’ll go look for him.”
you scan downstairs one more time, but he’s still nowhere to be seen. you realize the party extended to the patio and open the door to check outside.
you find him, but you’re practically frozen in place when you do. he’s sitting next to a pretty blonde girl, kissing and feeling her up. you start to feel sick. you know that the two of you weren’t exclusive, but you still had hope there would be something between you. you’ve been obsessed with him for months and the one night you decided to make a move, the universe betrays you. the embarrassment starts to set in when you realize practically everyone knew about your crush as well.
you can’t watch any longer, and head back inside. you don’t feel like looking for mina. you don’t want to ruin her birthday by forcing her to comfort you. you’re too ashamed to admit what happened, anyways. you’re too drunk to walk or drive home, so you go to mina’s bedroom to wait for the rest of the night.
you open the door to her bedroom but the unmade bed reminds you of what just happened in it. and as disgusting as you feel, you’d rather not fall asleep on a bed full of sweat and god knows what else.
standing in the hallway, you start to feel the frustration set in and tears begin to well in your eyes.
you hear heavy footsteps on the stairs and immediately wipe your tears.
you don’t know whether to be grateful or upset over the fact that it’s san. as soon as you see his face, you’re reminded of the situation from earlier. and the last thing you want is to hear an “i-told-you-so”.
“what’s wrong?” he says, noticing your expression.
“nothing.” you reply, trying to contain yourself.
“why were you crying then?” he approaches you, practically trapping you in between him and the wall.
“i’m just tired.” you lie, looking down hoping to avoid eye contact.
“don’t lie to me,” san says, lifting your chin.
“did he do something to you?” he’s more intimate this time, and you realize you won’t get anywhere by hiding the truth.
“you were right.” you admit, removing his hand from your face. you start to feel the shame overwhelm you again
san sighs and looks around the hallway to make sure you were alone.
“are you happy?” you continued.
“of course i’m not happy,” san says, offended by the accusation. “you’ve had too much to drink. let’s just get you to bed, okay?”
you know he didn’t do anything wrong. none of this was his fault. to be fair, he did warn you. you weren’t mad at san, but you were overwhelmed and didn’t know what else to do. so, you took it out on him.
“you’ve been watching me like a creep all night waiting for something to go wrong. now you want to pretend you feel bad and take care of me?” you snap.
san sucks his teeth and grabs your wrist. pulling you to his bedroom, he shuts the door behind him and leans against it.
“can you calm down?” he asks in annoyance, folding his arms.
you start pacing out of frustration, trying to keep yourself from breaking down.
“he’s not worth crying over, y/n. I told you that you could do better than him.” he says, pulling you back to him. he snakes one hand around your waist and starts wiping your tears with the other.
something about his presence makes you feel safe. he makes you feel like you could cry if you needed to, but how could you when you’re around him? the realization that your body is pressed against his starts to set in.
you always knew san was good-looking, but something about the way he’s letting you be vulnerable with him makes him so much more attractive. he looked unreal, yet somehow, he was standing right in front of you.
you must have been staring for a while because his expression darkens. his thumb that was just wiping your tears starts to brush softly over your lips. you feel like you’re going to pass out from the way he’s staring at your face, studying you.
san’s lips press against yours and his arms wrap around your waist. you reach over his wide shoulders and around his neck as he pulls your body closer to his. each kiss begins deepen, with small moans escaping your throat. and as passionate as they are, his lips are still so soft and careful with yours.
san’s lips move from yours to your neck, and he’s holding you as if you’d slip away once he lets go.
you can feel warmth pooling in between your legs, making your legs go numb. he sweeps you up and moves his focus back to your lips as he carries you to his bed. laying you on your back, he hovers over you between your legs, slipping his tongue into your mouth.
you let out a moan as reassurance for him to continue, so he slides his hand under your top. he squeezes and massages your breast, causing you to let out whines involuntarily.
“does that feel good?” he groans against your neck. you can feel him smiling against you, giving you chills in the best way possible.
you manage to let out a soft whiny “yes.”.
“i’m gonna make you feel so much better.” he promises. he plants a soft kiss against your collarbone before shifting his hand between your legs.
he circles his thumb against the outside of your panties, feeling the damp spots he caused. each feeling of him hitting your clit makes your breath hitch.
“fuck.” he groans. “my baby is so good and wet for me.” he moans, teasing you with his fingers.
you prop yourself up on your elbows, your forehead against his.
“could you please?” you plead softly.
“could I what? use your words, baby.” he teases, pushing more pressure onto your clit.
“fingers, please.” you babble, your head falling back from the sensitivity.
“you want me to fuck you with my fingers?” san smirks.
“mm-hmm.” you whine.
san pulls your panties to the side and pushes his thick finger in slowly, earning a whimper from you.
he can feel his cock growing feeling the warmth of you, wishing it was inside of you instead. the sound of his fingers slipping inside of you are audible from the wetness.
san can feel himself swelling up and leaking from the anticipation, but he wants to take his time with you. he loves the sight of you moaning and whining under his control with your head held back.
he pulls your head in by the back of your neck and snakes his tongue in your mouth while curling his fingers to reach your gspot. his tongue is warm and wet, and you feel yourself getting dizzy and falling apart.
“i’m gonna cum.” you manage to breathe out.
“wait a little longer for me,” san says, pulling his fingers out of your heat and kissing you before standing up.
he pulls his shirt off revealing his bare chest and smooth, toned skin. he’s practically sweating from the anticipation, making his abs and biceps look even more glossy. he looks like a greek god.
unzipping his pants and removing the rest of his clothes, his swollen cock reveals itself, already wet and leaking from the tip.
he pushes you back down and lets you wrap your legs around his waist.
rubbing his tip against your sensitive clit, he inserts himself, making you gasp. the feeling you felt from his finger was almost nothing compared to the size of him inside of you.
he groans at the feeling of you wrapped around and squeezing him and wastes no time before speeding up his pace. your moans can’t help but get louder, and he has to cover your mouth with his just in case someone may hear you whine.
he moves fast yet softly as if he doesn’t want to hurt you. still, the feeling of him inside of you is enough to make your eyes water. you feel your sensitivity from being edged earlier come back, and you’re close to your high all over again.
“i wish i could do this with you forever” he moans.
his pace starts to get sloppy, letting you know he’s close to finishing. you feel a wave of ecstasy take over your body as san releases inside of you, leaving you dripping. the two of you moan over the feeling of finishing on each other.
san collapses next to you as you both catch your breath. he gets up and slips on clothes to leave the room. you lay in confusion for a minute until he comes back with a warm towel.
he cleans you up and gives you one of his clean t-shirts to wear to sleep. you try to hide your smile from the thought of him being so sweet to you. when you put the shirt on, he falls in love at the sight of it being so big on you. he’s not super tall, but his muscles are enough to warrant his shirts being huge. san wraps his arms around you and gives you another kiss, but this time it feels more loving than the rest.
“do you feel better now?” he asks, embracing you.
you’d forgotten about what led to this in the first place. but you didn’t care enough to remember because you were in love with someone else now.
