online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
a/n: i luv fluff and i luv seokmin UGH. and i’m releasing this as my 1k event is still going on bc i figured y’all deserve some new ideas too. but please go check out that series too! i’ll put the link to it right here <3
seungcheol:
✧ claims that sitting on his lap while he does it is necessary
✧ “sit here” he says, patting his lap, “i need you up close”
✧ tries to be as gentle as he can
✧ whines when eyeliner is hard to do then he whines even more when you laugh at him
jeonghan:
✧ lowkey pranks you by telling you he’ll attempt one look but he does something very different
✧ nothing crazy, like he wouldn’t purposefully make you look bad by any means
✧ but maybe he wants to gently push you out of your comfort zone so he picks a new eyeshadow color, but still subtly does it so it isn’t too vivid
✧ “you said you were gonna do my usual!” you gasped when you finally checked yourself in the mirror
✧ he actually did pretty well, you were just caught off guard
✧ “i always wondered how you’d look like this” he tells you, “and would you look at that, i knew you’d look so good”
joshua:
✧ he likes to watch when you get ready most of the time so he knew your routine for the most part
✧ his hands are confident as he works, his lips gently parted as he focuses
✧ tilts your face by gently holding your chin
✧ gets up very close to your face to put your makeup on but also to definitely fluster you (he’s evil for this)
jun:
✧ thinks watching one youtube tutorial is enough but it is in fact, not
✧ forgets how to do something as soon as he puts a dab of concealer on your face
✧ “wait, wait a minute-”
✧ he’s rewinding the video he referenced and maybe he swaps a method here and there - like jun the dot of makeup is starting to set
✧ you don’t look too bad at the end either, but he’s very relieved to be done (after an hour) as he’s spritzing your setting spray
soonyoung:
✧ get so excited, “can i pick your outfit too!”
✧ really really wants to do it well so he asks you about everything, every step of the way
✧ “is this the one they use when they get rid of my eye bags?” he asks
✧ “i have to tap the excess off right?”
✧ “what’s the difference between these two?”
✧ maybe you have to retouch a little at the end, but you’re proud of him (may have been light handed because he didn’t want to overdo it)
✧ loves it when you put on the outfit he picked and give him 360 of your look
✧ you give him a kiss on the cheek after and you leave a kiss print with your lipstick (he’s the kind of bf to not wipe it off too and he sends a selfie to the svt group chat to brag)
wonwoo:
✧ calm about the whole ordeal
✧ googles general makeup instructions and references this one article as he does your makeup
✧ he keeps looking back between the article and your face
✧ doesn’t go for anything over the top, but more or less just perfects your skin
✧ “very pretty” he comments as he assesses his work
jihoon:
✧ also does research and he’s the only member who learns how to undo a mistake
✧ he mutters to himself “wait, this is not it, wait, don’t look in the mirror right now,” as he’s scrambling for your concealer
✧ very careful hands
✧ kind of under pressure because he doesn’t want to be at fault for making you look bad
minghao:
✧ he’s so fun, he wants to do a matching look with you
✧ wants to go for something edgy, maybe some soft smokey eyeshadow
✧ winds up being a session where he does your makeup (with the most delicate hands) and you do his
✧ you also end up painting each other’s nails to add to the look
✧ easy to say both of you look very hot together
mingyu:
✧ APPALLED when you flinch away from him when he’s holding your eyeliner
✧ he’s already talking in pout when he goes “have i ever hurt you before? baby trust me”
✧ he’s so pouty from that point on and he’s even more motivated to make you pretty (well, more pretty than you already are)
✧ “here, look” he tells you, holding out a mirror so you can examine his work
✧ you gasp, “‘gyu you did so good!” he’s blushing but still a little sulky
✧ “see? i’d never hurt you! you had no reason to flinch!”
✧ “i know, i know” you assure him, taking your usual seat in his lap to wrap your arms around his neck to snuggle him. “thank you baby, i love it” (you know he’s already forgiven you when he wraps his strong arms around your waist to pull you closer)
seokmin:
✧ baby is so so gentle with you
✧ compliments you after ever step
✧ “your skin’s already so perfect i don’t have to do a lot..” he mumbles under his breath
✧ “wow this is so sparkly, your eyes are even prettier” he grins
✧ “pucker your lips for me?” he’ll ask (he takes off half of what he put on though because he cant fight the urge to peck your lips when they’re like this)
✧ squishes your cheeks when he’s done and he says “you’re so prettyyy” in that painfully adorable lovesick way he does
seungkwan:
✧ here’s our resident perfectionist — he does research thoroughly
✧ even finds some good alternatives for some of your current stuff
✧ winds up teaching you a better method for the looks you tend to go for
✧ “that’s not how i do it but-” you begin, only to be interrupted with “i thought you said i could do what i wanted! just wait, look, i’ll show you-”
✧ his lips are pursed and frankly, he’s starting to sweat because he’s passionate about getting you to look even better than you already do
✧ 10/10 look in the end, you could easily wear it out
vernon:
✧ he was surprised at your request to do your makeup but he agrees. though he does warn you it might not look great
✧ “you trust me with this?” he double checks as soon as you lay out your supplies on the desk
✧ “of course i do” this makes him grin
✧ he doesn’t look up anything but he lets you talk him through your steps and his touch is so light and a little awkward as he swipes across your eyelid
✧ he can’t hold his reactions when he messes up though, and he’s kind of like 😬 in that very specific vernon way. “i think you’re gonna wanna do this part babe” and he watches so intently as you do it
✧ amidst this though, he does learn about your process and even if he can’t do your look for you entirely, he might offer to do parts of your routine for you in the future. if you’re tired as you’re getting ready in the morning maybe he can lay your foundation for you and your concealer - the parts of your process that aren’t too intricate.
✧ future vernon maybe even offers to take off your makeup for you at the end of a day instead
chan:
✧ he believes the phrase “shoot for the moon. even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars”
✧ in hindsight, it could be poetic but he really just bites off more than he could chew
✧ rewatches the same ten seconds of a tutorial over and over again and he still doesn’t quite understand what cutting a crease means
✧ please kiss his forehead and walk him through it
inspired by @bbychocolat telling me she wants mingyu to [redacted] 💖💖💖
Warnings: implicit consent, rough sex, not as much foreplay, big dick mingyu, lots of holding down, not really proofread, multiple orgasms for both, aftercare
Reader Notes: has a vagina, wears a dress and heels, gets carried by mingyu
Mingyu is on you before the front door is closed.
He’d been making eyes at you all night, since you entered the bathroom wearing that dress, the one that always drives him crazy. He’d been brushing his teeth, his glasses resting on his nose and his white undershirt nearly sheer with the way it stretched over his muscles.
You knew this would happen, which is exactly why you took your panties off at the restaurant. They’re in the pocket of his suit jacket, not that he’d bothered to put it back on before all but dragging you to the car and racing home.
This is exactly what you wanted when you pulled that dress off the hanger. It’s been too long since he’s fucked you, and it’s always more fun to goad him into it than to simply ask.
He worked the dress off while you were thinking and his deep whine is what breaks you of your focus. You don’t get to take in the situation, he just spins you in your heels and presses you up against the door to push it closed, spanking you once before spreading your ass cheeks and kneeling. He mouths over your cunt, spreading your wetness and spearing you open on his tongue as he wraps one arm around your hips to rub your clit from the front.
His tongue leaves you before you can get used to it, his fingers replacing it in your pussy, scissoring deep inside to spread you just enough for his fat cock. He stands and shuffles in close, his breaths on your neck and his teeth in your skin as he takes hold of his cock and presses his way inside your entrance. It’s a tight fit but you love feeling yourself stretch around him, love knowing that you can take him if you try, and you press your arms to the door and wiggle back against him, knowing that you’re playing with fire.
You can feel the metal of his wedding ring digging into your skin with how tightly he’s gripping your hip, and he releases your right side to spank you again and groan, “Baby, you know I’m trying to stay in control here.”
“I don’t want you to,” you moan back, bucking your hips again and taking another couple inches inside.
“Fuck, are you sure?” He pants into your neck, emphasizing the last word with a squeeze of your hips.
You know that if you say yes, he’s going to fuck you so hard he’ll have to carry you to bed, but that’s exactly what you want, so you sigh a dreamy, “Yes, Gyu,” and arch your back to give him a better angle.
He doesn’t bother saying anything else.
He just fucks into you, shoving balls deep in one thrust and giving you little time to recover before pulling back and fucking into you again. The door rattles on its hinges and you yelp when he pushes you harder against it, his hands pulling your ass back into him with every pump of his hips. He must decide you’re not close enough because one arm winds around your waist and pulls you into his chest and the other grasps your jaw to pull your head back so he can kiss you.
It doesn’t stay a kiss for long, eventually you can only pant into his mouth as he fucks you into the door, his cock paving a path in you until you’re wet enough that he glides. That’s when you lose the ability to talk, just whines and whimpers and moans leaving your spit-slick lips, his own moving down your neck so he can press his canines into your shoulder. His grip on your jaw shifts down to your throat, not squeezing down, just holding you against him so the full length of your body meets his.
He’s crowded so close to you, his scent clouds your mind and his arm and hand are so tight around you, you can barely breathe. You love it, love falling into the haze of him as he fucks you into a stupor. You try to let out an elated laugh but you don’t have enough air and he loosens his grasp on you, pressing a questioning sound into your hair even as he keeps pushing into you.
“Good, I’m good,” you gasp, tilting your head back to rest against him. He pants back, “You are, my good fucking-,”
An uncontrolled buck of his hips cuts him off, and when you feel him throb and jerk deep inside, you know he’s close. You clench down on him once, twice, making him swear and press closer to you, your body sandwiched between his and the door. The first was on purpose but the second wasn’t, and before you can try to stop, your walls start to flutter. He unwraps his arm from your waist, sliding it down to work his hand between your thighs and get his fingers on your clit.
The waves overcome you, your spasming cunt lulling him into his own orgasm, his cum filling you as his cock bucks in the hold of your walls. His canines dig into your skin deep enough to leave indents but you can still hear his groan turned whine, his voice loud against the roaring in your ears. You struggle not to wilt in his arms, your release sapping your energy, and he must feel it because he coos, “It’s okay, honey, I’ll hold you up.”
He crouches with you, gathering your legs up in his arms and bucking into you once more.
That’s when you realize he’s still hard.
“Again?” He breathes into your neck, waiting for you to nod before thrusting into you, picking up a punishing pace immediately. You hiccup against him, feeling your pussy gush around his cock with both your wetness and his cum. You’ll have to clean the hardwood after, you can feel it running down your ass and dripping onto the floor, but you know that’s not important right now, know he’ll only fuck you harder if he knows you let your mind wander to cleaning.
If you hadn’t already cum so hard you could barely stand, you’d tell him just to feel him like that, but you fear this is all you can take now.
Mingyu knows, always knows what you need and what you can handle, and he trusts you to show or tell him what you want, which is why he gruffly whispers, “Knew exactly what would happen when you wore that dress, knew I’d rip it off of you as soon as we got home, didn’t you?”
He’ll stop if you don’t answer, so you squeeze down on his cock and whine, “‘Course I did, and you knew this was what I wanted.”
He laughs, nods against you, “I’ll always give you what you want, baby, what you need. And if you can still talk, you need to get fucked harder.”
He lifts you up and drops you down, bringing you to meet the movements of his hips as he slowly makes his way over to the sofa.
“I didn’t tell you but when we bought this couch, I pictured bending you over it in my head to make sure it was the perfect height.”
Gently folding you over the arm, he pulls back and thrusts deep inside. You arch your spine, reveling in the zap that travels down it with his admission and subsequent groan as he watches your ass jiggle every time his hips hit it.
“You’re… so-,” you wheeze, turning your face into the couch when he places a hand on the back of your neck and presses down, “Thoughtful,” you mumble into the fabric.
He must tire of your attitude, his hips tilting to find the spot that will finally render you speechless and his thrusts gaining speed until you go limp against him and let him fuck you like a ragdoll. It’s glorious, the way he fills your pussy and your mind, and you let loose a string of whimpers that have him leaning down to bite the nape of your neck, a primal flash of want searing down your back as he sinks his teeth into you.
You’re already nearing the edge again, and when his balls start to clap against your clit every time he pounds into you, you tumble over, tears gathering along your lashline as you whine your way through an orgasm. He follows you, groaning into your skin and holding you close as his cock jumps inside you and spits out strings of cum.
Mingyu stays there, leaning over you and pressing you into the couch until you squirm beneath him out of a lack of air.
“Can we go to bed?” You murmur, turning your head to the side so your words aren’t swallowed by the couch cushion.
“Shower first,” he mumbles back, peeling himself away from you before picking you up off the couch and staggering with you to the bathroom.
He helps you to the toilet as the water warms, pulling you into his arms and stumbling over to the shower when most of his cum has seeped out of you and the steam fogs up the mirror. He holds you close as you rinse clean under the warm stream, most of the water hitting your back before he takes the handheld and cleans you himself.
When he deems you relatively spotless, he gently pushes you to sit on the tiled bench, the chill of the porcelain making you jump and waking you up the slightest bit. You reach for your cleanser, clumsily scrubbing your face clean and requesting a rinse from your husband, which he happily grants, his hand blocking the harsh jets of water so only a weak stream flows over you.
He carefully wipes your eyes clean with his thumbs after replacing the handheld, his hands cupping your cheeks as he leans down and presses a kiss to your lips.
“Love you,” he whispers.
“Love you,” you whisper back, “You know you’ll have to carry me, right?”
“Oh, baby, I know,” he smirks, swiping a thumb over your chin and shutting the water off without looking before wrapping you in your bath sheet and gathering you up in his arms to bring you to bed.
♡ pairing: domestic!seungcheol and female!reader
♡ w.c.: 2.1k
♡ genre: smut
♡ this fics contains: sub!seungcheol, dom!reader, use of a vibrating cock ring, use of handcuffs, mentions of a ball gag, overstimulation, seungcheol crying from pleasure, pet names (good girl, sweetheart, baby), cum eating (only one small scene)
♡ synopsis: seungcheol had a bad day at work, and his one request was for you to make him forget about it. challenge accepted.
♡ a/n: enjoy some submissive seungcheol <3 ty to @sluttywonwoo for proof reading mwah feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!
You stare numbly at the television, hoping that the monotonous show you had unconsciously decided to switch on would provide even a crumb of serotonin. After the day you had had at work, you truly just wanted to put your feet up and watch television until you fell asleep on your couch.
Seungcheol wasn't home yet, which only made you feel slightly more deflated, as he was your go-to for emotional and physical support. Just the thought of him and his pouty lips sent butterflies erupting throughout your chest and stomach, and a smile spreading across your tired lips.
You couldn't help but let your mind wander to a couple of nights ago when he had you pinned to your bed, his cock slamming into you with every thrust as he let out his frustrations from his day at work.
“Such a good whore for me, taking my cock like a good girl.” His breathy sighs are coupled with his thighs slapping against your own, and mixing with your own whines and moans, it creates a cacophony of sound that would otherwise sound horrible but at the moment is like a beautiful symphony that sends you spiralling into your orgasm quicker than ever.
The door to your apartment creaking open is what draws you out of your thoughts, and your head whips around to observe an equally exhausted Seungcheol trudging through the doorway, his feet dragging along the carpet with an unpleasant scraping noise. You cringe at the noise and make a mental note to call him out on it later, but when he finally emerges into the room, you stow that thought away and immediately pull the blanket away from your body so he has room to slide in underneath.
He doesn't attempt a conversation just yet but fully accepts your warmth under the fuzzy blanket and snuggles right into your side, a content sigh leaving his lips. Your hand reaches up and courses through his dark, fluffy hair, only recently having been permed again. You had to admit, you loved when his hair was permed.
“How was work today, baby?”
He grunts and turns to face you, a pout and slight frown becoming prominent on his features. Your simple question had him reliving the dragging day, getting screamed at for things out of his control, and unreachable deadlines needing to be met.
You can see the gears in his head turning, and it’s visibly stressing him out even more as he thinks about it. An idea sparks in your mind, and a mischievous grin pulls across your lips as you try to work out how to bring up your idea, which you'll label as “stress relief” to him.
“Work was shit. I don’t even want to go back tomorrow.”
“Well, what if I take your mind off it right now?” Your question makes him raise his head and stare at you quizzically, the gears in his head now turning for a completely different reason. His eyes urge you to continue, gleaming under the lights like there are twinkling stars encapsulated within his irises. He looks so cute when all his attention is directly on you.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Seungcheol immediately throws the blanket off of you both and is quick to follow you to the bedroom only a couple of feet away like a lost puppy. You can hear his socked feet thumping lightly against the linoleum flooring, and it makes your heart skip a beat at the fact that this man would follow you to the ends of the earth.
Upon entering the bedroom, you wait for him to enter behind you and then close the door. He watches you bounce towards your walk-in wardrobe and walk out again seconds later with a bright pink box in your hands and an evil grin on your features. He can feel his pulse quicken as you set the box on the bed and turn to face him.
“Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”
Your sudden dominant aura has him choking and spluttering out, only receiving an eyebrow raise from you. He suddenly feels small as he removes his shirt, your eyes burning into him and drinking in every inch of exposed skin. Now he knows how you feel when he gives you the exact instructions.
Seungcheol quickly removes his sweats and boxers, leaving him bare in front of you with a half-erect cock. He can feel his face begin to burn and he has the sudden urge to cover himself up, but he knows you’ll just scold him. You continue to stare at him until he remembers what you said and he crawls onto the bed, sitting directly in the middle and waiting for your next instruction.
You stare at him with a grin on your features, and you can see his cock twitch in anticipation. After a quick glance into the box and rummaging through the various items in it, you finally pull out what you were looking for, and simultaneously make Seungcheol gasp at the sight of it.
“You know what this is, don’t you, baby?”
He nods meekly and spreads his legs out so that you can get between them to attach the object. The black rubber fits snugly over his now fully erect shaft and settles nicely at the base, a small whimper escaping Seungcheol’s lips at the tightness of the cock ring encapsulating his cock.
You hadn’t even turned it on yet and you could see Seungcheol’s cock beginning to leak precum, and his breaths have grown slightly shallower. He’s getting so worked up already and you haven't even started. Cute.
“Baby, tell me what you would like me to do.”
He glances up at you, doe eyes and pouty lips more present than ever. You can see how flushed his cheeks are, how his curly hair is beginning to stick to his forehead in strands, and how his beautiful skin looks like it glows under the light of the lamp. Your eyes travel further down and observe his toned body looking like it had been carved by gods. By now his cock is angry and red, the tip leaking precum.
“I-I wanna feel good…”
“I know that sweetheart, but what do you want me to do to make you feel good?”
Seungcheol can’t even maintain eye contact with you, his eyes avoiding yours at all costs and instead choosing to remain trained on the pink box with mysterious items inside. Who knows what was in there, he hadn’t even really seen it before, and he wondered how long you’d actually had it for.
“Baby?”
“Oh…sorry…I-I wanna be overstimulated… don’t want to remember my horrible work day…” his voice goes soft as he finishes his sentence, his fingers intertwining with themselves to keep himself occupied. All you can do is smile softly and pull a couple more items out of the box and place them on your vanity out of harm's way.
“I’ll make sure the only thing you remember is my name, sweetheart.”
He gulps at the sentence and feels his cock twitch once again at the pet name. He isn’t normally one for pet names, but with the state he was in it didn’t even register in his mind. His mind had basically turned to static, but even more so when you quickly flick the switch on a small remote, bringing the cock ring to life.
At first, the vibrations are low and only small pulses, not quite enough to cum but definitely enough to get him riled up. You can see the way his stomach tenses and his lips drop into an ‘O’ shape as the pulses begin to course through his shaft, and slowly the sensations spread to his entire body.
“Feel good baby?”
“...mhm…y-yeah feels s’good…” his soft whimpers had your own arousal flooding your underwear and you feel your body warming up while you see him squirming. You knew he could handle more vibrations, and with a smirk you change the dial on the remote again, bumping it up to the third highest setting.
“O-oh fuck!” Seungcheol’s body crumples at the intensity of the vibrations, and his body falls flat against the mattress, hands fisting the sheets and his legs spreading widely. You know he won’t last very long, so you decide to bump up the settings once more to the highest vibrational setting.
At this point, you can hear him gasping and hiccuping. Tears are beginning to stream down his face from the sheer amount of pleasure his body is facing. The lower half of his body is struggling, his hips bucking up and thrusting into nothing and his fingers just about ripping the sheets.
With the way his body is twitching and his abs are contracting, you know he’s close to his orgasm but you also know he will try to stave it off for as long as possible. His cock is leaking precum in a continual stream, and you know of one thing that will make him cum immediately.
“Cheollie, are you gonna cum for me?” Your voice has dropped an octave and he peeks at you through his tear-covered lashes, thrusting up into the air once, twice more before he’s letting out a loud sob and cum is shooting from his tip. You watch in awe as the cock ring milks him for everything he’s got, his cum coating his stomach and thighs while your name rolls off his tongue like a mantra.
You bring the vibrations down to the lowest setting for a while, letting him recover in his post-orgasmic haze. A grin covers your lips when you see him twitch and his death grip on your sheets loosens slightly.
“God…felt so, so good,”
You grin and lean over to peck his nose, and teasingly run your hand over his stomach. He watches you eagerly as you scoop up some of his cum off his skin and swipe it onto your tongue, swallowing the salty substance eagerly. Although it was such a small and simple gesture, he can’t help but feel his cock twitch and begin to grow hard again.
“Glad you felt good baby, say, how do you feel about another round?”
He glances at you curiously, eyebrow raised underneath his sweaty bangs. You chuckle and move to your vanity, pulling up the items you had pulled out of the box before. Seungcheol’s eyes grow wide at the sight of the handcuffs, nipple clamps, and a ball gag. The gears are turning in his head again, you can tell, and you’re not quite sure how he feels about the toys.
“I don't want to use the ball gag.”
“Okay, well don’t be a brat then and we won’t need to use it.”
Seungcheol’s eyes widen again when you place the ball gag to the side and immediately lock his wrists into the handcuffs, making sure they are placed around one of the poles on your headboard for security. You also take care to place a pillow underneath his arms to make sure he’s comfortable.
You take one look at him and feel your body grow hot again; he has dried tear tracks on his face, cum drying on his thighs and stomach and his cock is angry and red once again from your dominant actions. Everything in his body is going into overdrive, and it doesn’t help when you begin to strip off your own clothing, taking your sweet time doing so.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing your body, fuck you look so good.” Seungcheol groans when you have stripped bare and are standing naked in front of him, your body in its full glory and all for him to enjoy. The only thing he doesn’t like at this exact moment is that he can’t feel your supple flesh under his fingertips, mapping out your skin with his fingers.
You smirk and get yourself settled between his thighs, turning the cock ring back on when you get comfortable. He whimpers at the feeling, the overstimulation seeping into his system once again but not complaining, especially when you shuffle over his thighs and move your body over his own, hovering over his cock.
His heart rate quickens when he feels the warmth of your body, and he just knows that you’re going to milk him for everything he’s got, especially with the smirk that’s plastered on your features as you bump up the vibrations on the cock ring one notch and repeat what you had told him earlier.
“I’m going to make sure you only remember my name, sweetheart.”
Summary: After a gruelling day, you want to make your boyfriend feel better and care for him. You think you’re in charge, but that lasts only a little bit.
☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works
Word Count: 1901 Words
Pairings: Seungcheol x Female Reader
Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Smut & fluff
Content Warnings: Smut, fluff, mentions of a bathtub and candles and flowers and blindfolds.
Smut Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (don’t do this), pussy eating, swallowing, multiple orgasms, hand job in a bathtub. Swallowing, daddy kink, because it’s Seungcheol, duh, but very soft (mostly)daddy. Dirty talk and blindfolds, overuse of the nickname princess, baby, pretty girl and kitten. Muscle kink? Idk, man. Cheol is so fucking huge I want to cry. Facesitting. Cheol begs, squirting.
“Baby?” Seungcheol called out once he got home. After a gruelling day of dance practice, he wanted to hop into the shower and then crawl into bed with you in his arms.
“Hi, handsome,” you greeted, emerging from the bedroom and moving closer to him. His arms opened for you to settle in and hug him.
“You tired?” You asked Seungcheol nodded slowly, and you smiled against his chest.
“Follow me, handsome,” you said, letting go of his embrace, taking his hand in yours, and guiding him to the bedroom.
“What are you doing?” Seungcheol asked. You felt awful at the tone of his voice. He was so tired, and you knew he wanted nothing more than a quick shower and sleep, But you also knew your plan would make him so tired and feel so good that he’d sleep like a baby the entire night.
“Helping you. You do so much work, and, for once, I want to make my daddy feel good,” you said softly, guiding Seungcheol into the bathroom. Seungcheol smiled softly at you and turned that smile into delight the minute he took in the bathroom.
You lit vanilla and peony-scented candles around the bathtub, the tub overflowing with bubbles, and soft jazz music played in the background.
“Baby, I’m tired, I appreciate this, but I don’t think I have it in me to do a lot,” Seungcheol started to say.
“Daddy, tonight is about you. Let me do the work, please. I want to make you feel good,” you said softly, your hands moving to the hem of his shirt and pulling it off his toned body.
“They need to close the gyms. You’re so fucking big now, Cheolie,” you whispered, tracing your hands over him, gently grazing your nails down his well-defined pecs, slightly brushing over his nipples, and then resting your hands on his now rock-solid abs.
“But are you complaining, princess? I know you like it when I pick you up and fuck you against the wall,” Seungcheol teased, making you smile shyly.
“No, I don’t,” you said, smirking, your hands moving down to his grey sweats.
“These, however, are illegal, you’re killing me, and I’m sure your fans are writhing watching you in this fit,” you mused, making Seungcheol smirk,
“But only you can see it. Only you can touch,,” Seungcheol whispered low, making your core clench. “Only you can suck, can fuck…”
“No underwear?” You asked. You wondered when your hands went underneath his sweats and rubbed the tip of his cock, which was starting to harden, instead of another layer of material. Seungcheol shrugged in response.
“Again, are you complaining?” Seungcheol responded cockily.
“No, I’m not,” you responded, smiling, kneeling and pulling down his sweats. Seungcheol stepped out of the sweats and kicked them across the bathroom floor.
“Where do you want me, princess?” Seungcheol asked. You stood up and pointed to the bathtub. Seungcheol nodded, sighing softly in relief as the warm water immediately soothed his sore muscles,
“Fuck, this bath feels amazing,” Seungcheol moaned.
“Princess, can you join me?” He was looking at you with all the love possible in his eyes, and you immediately melted, nodding. You pulled your robe off, and Seungcheol groaned.
“Fuck, you were naked underneath that stupid silk this all this time?”
You just grinned in response. Seungcheol held out his hand, and you took it once you approached the tub to step into it. You climbed into his lap, and Seungcheol smiled, his hands encircling your waist, pulling you closer to his taut body.
“Daddy, this is about you, not me,” you pouted, making Seungcheol smirk.
“Okay, kitten, make me feel good,” Seungcheol said, laying back against the tub.
You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his plush ones. You melted into the kiss. Kissing Seungcheol was almost addictive. You couldn’t get over how soft his lips were, how plump they were, and how you would always end up seeing fireworks no matter where his lips were on your body. Seungcheol moaned into the kiss the minute your hand grazed his now fully erect cock. The moan allowed you to slip your tongue into his mouth and deepen the kiss.
You kept kissing Seungcheol, the one hand on his chest casually brushing over his nipples, which made him shudder and buck his length against your core.
“Baby,” Seungcheol pulled away from your lips to catch his breath and admire you. You moved your lips down to his neck, carefully pressing enough pressure to elicit a moan from him, but not so strong that it would leave a mark.
“Do you like it?” You asked Seungcheol, who lazily nodded, smiling at you, lust overtaking his handsome features.
“Touch me, please,” Seungcheol begged, and it shot straight to your cunt, making you smirk. It gave you all sorts of ideas about making this man, usually in control, beg. He must have read your mind because he quickly added a warning. “Let’s get this straight. This is the only time I’ll beg, pretty girl.”
“Well, now you at least know how I feel,” you teased after a roll of your eyes.
“Fuck,” Seungcheol breathed out when your hand wrapped around his thick cock. You didn’t move your hand, though, like you knew he wanted. You just wrapped it around the tip and ran your finger along his slit, the water allowing you to do that very quickly.
“I love you,” you said as you moved your other hand under the water to cup and massage his balls, making him tighten his grip on the porcelain tub.
“I fucking love you, and I’m not just saying this because you’re making me feel so fucking good, princess,” Seungcheol said, breathing heavily, and whined when you pulled your hands off his cock.
“Baby!” Seungcheol whined, making you laugh.
“Now you know how it feels, but I won’t torture you since I’m nice. Can you get out of the tub?” You asked, and Seungcheol nodded immediately.
You held Seungcheol’s hand, guiding him out of the tub and back to the bedroom.
You gently nudged him making him fall back on the bed, and crawled up, so your body was straddling his. You reached over to grab the silk blindfolds on the bedside table and gently placed them over your boyfriend’s eyes, which was almost torture for you because his eyes were so piercing. Still, you knew if you wanted to regain control over him, he couldn’t be staring at you, undoing you with a single look.
“Fuck, Cheol!” You gasped when Seungcheol’s hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you up to his mouth. You hissed in pleasure the minute his plush lips wrapped around your clit, and you hated how well he knew your body that he didn’t even need to see anything to make you fall apart.
“Cheolie, baby,” you mewled as he flicked your clit with his tongue. For the perfect contrast, his mouth enclosed your clit and sucked. You pulled the blindfold off his eyes because you loved watching him, especially sitting on his face. You loved seeing those eyes of his watch you fall apart at his mercy.
You sighed in pleasure one more time before reluctantly pulling your pussy off his mouth. You moved down his body, capturing his lips with yours in a soft kiss sighing softly when you tasted yourself.
“Can I ride you, baby?” You asked, and Seungcheol nodded, making you smile. You slowly moved down his body until you straddled his thick thighs. Lifting your hips, you aligned his thick cock against your entrance and hissed as you sank into his length.
“Princess, this is better when I prep you and get your pretty little pussy soaking fucking wet before I fuck you senseless,” Seungcheol said, smirking, earning a glare from you.
“This is about you,” you said, pouting and Seungcheol softened, nodding.
“Then take me, princess,” Seungcheol said, lying down, sighing the minute you lifted your hips and started to find a rhythm and a perfect position. At this angle, his thick length would hit all the spots inside you that made you clench tightly around his cock. However, Seungcheol was not one for giving up control in the bedroom, and not that you minded, but his need to be in control slowly kicked in.
“Ah, shit!” you gasped as Seungcheol started to rub your clit furiously. He got off on making you fall apart for him, and at this moment, he was convinced he was about to cum inside you any second, the way you were tightening around his cock. He would be damned if he came before you did. Your pleasure came above all for him, no matter how dominant he was.
“Baby, hold on,” Seungcheol said before carefully flipping the position so that you were now underneath him.
“Fucking hell,” you wailed out in pleasure as Seungcheol finally found a position that allowed him to pound into you. His thrusts were hard, relentless and purposeful. Each thrust pushed you closer and closer to your orgasm.
“Don’t. You’re going to cum again. I don’t care how many times that is, but I won’t stop fucking you until I cum, let the neighbours hear how good I fuck my baby,” Seungcheol spoke, his voice low and husky and gently biting your earlobe before continuing to fuck you hard. You were sure his back was now covered in scratch marks, and you felt your eyes roll back in pleasure. You knew he was trying to make you squirt. He loved it. He loved knowing he was the only one who could make you feel so good.
“Fucking hell, I’m close, princess,” Seungcheol breathed out. As his thrusts got sloppier, he suddenly pulled out and gave a quick instruction, “on your knees, princess.”
You shakily got on your knees and opened your mouth, allowing Seungcheol to position his cock against your open mouth. He stroked himself a few times before he released it in your mouth, groaning and hissing as he came. Seungcheol pulled his cock out of your mouth, but not before you licked his tip, making him whine in overstimulation, earning a playful glare. He pulled you back to your feet and lightly pushed you onto the bed.
“Ah, Cheol!” you screamed as he plunged two fingers into you and thrust them in and out of your cunt, furiously until you were screaming. All you could do was hold his forearm for support as you came, squirting over his fingers and the sheets. You felt lightheaded and smiled softly when you felt yourself being pulled into Seungcheol’s chest, his strong arms wrapping around you.
“Fuck, this was meant to be about you, baby,” you said, and Seungcheol could feel your pout on his chest.
“Princess, look at me,” Seungcheol said softly, and you looked up at him.
“You did fucking amazing, the bath was amazing, and you trying to be in control was adorable too, but you made me feel good,” Seungcheol said genuinely, making you smile.
“You tired me out enough, and I know I’ll sleep peacefully,” Seungcheol joked.
“Wait, Cheol! We need to change the sheets!” You exclaimed, jolting up only to be dragged back into Seungcheol’s arms.
“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve slept on sheets soaked with your cum. We can deal with it tomorrow. I need you in my arms to sleep.”
author’s note — please note that the fifth text post is mingyu texting minghao! (i’m just too lazy to make another profile and blah lol) additionally, i’ll just let yall know that the ‘97 line will be much more light-hearted than the ‘96 story so at least we can look forward to that <33 thank you all for your support and please don’t forget to like, comment, and reblog! your interactions really help me <3
Summary: College boyfie!Mingyu wants you to sit on his face. He's literally begging here.
Warnings: not proof read, non explicit body image issues, wall sex, biting, fingering, face sitting, size kink, you’re both kinda crybabies, possessiveness at the end, breeding kink, cream pie, prone bone, he wants to marry you, lmk if i forgot anything
Reader Notes: has vagina, WAP, implied plus size
AN: this fic feels really personal so pls be nice! and leave feedback im begging! lots of begging going on in this post!
“Baby, I’m literally begging you. Please sit on my face,” Mingyu pouts, lightly flexing in an attempt to build his case. You’re worried about something that hadn’t even occurred to him, something that seemed so ridiculous in his mind until it brought you to near tears. You’re worried you’ll drown him, or smother him, or just be too much for him in general, apparently, and though it’s not a concern he’s ever had, it’s not something he can just dismiss. You feel very strongly about this, and he absolutely despises seeing you cry unless it’s from him making you cum too much, so he has to tread lightly.
However, this is as light as he knows how to tread. Asking if he can gather you up in his arms and carry you over to the wall to fuck you against it. “If I can make you cum there, would you feel more comfortable about sitting on my face? I can show you I can hold you, baby, and that if I need to move you, I can.”
You contemplate for a second before your eyes journey from biceps to dick and your decision seems to be made. Nodding resolutely, you wrap your arms around his neck and he curls his hands under your thighs. He lifts you up into his chest and bounces you once to get you situated before lumbering over to the wall and bracing you against it. Your panties are wet from the earlier hour spent making out and grinding, and all he has to do is grip them tight and pull them up to put pressure on your clit. He’s got you sitting on his knee, his muscle rippling between your legs, and he’s really considering making you make yourself cum on his thigh before he decides that this is a precarious situation not for testing. He does the work for you, grasping your hips and bringing your clothed heat back and forth over his thigh until his boxer briefs are soaked with you. You’re making the prettiest noises, the sounds just falling from your mouth, and he wants to taste them, presses his open mouth to yours so he can swallow your moans and whines.
His fingers slide between your thighs, dipping inside your underwear to glide through your folds and find your clit. He rolls it beneath his thumb as his fingertips seek your entrance, two delving deep and spreading inside you to prepare you for a third. He’s going to fuck you after, if you want, so you need to be stretched out enough to take him. Three usually opens you up just enough for his cock to split you apart that little bit more, something the both of you love. You’ve told him before that you like the sting, like the way you have to adjust to him. He was balls deep inside you at the time and your words made him throb inside you, and your ensuing giggles nearly made him cum as your walls fluttered around him.
They’re fluttering now and his groan sends his face into your neck, his teeth leaving little indents on whatever skin they can find. His tongue soothes you whenever you gasp, his lips traveling back up your throat to find yours as his fingers curl inside of you, your wetness seeping out to soak your panties. You always get so wet, you’re so fucking perfect for him, always, and fuck, he loves you, loves you, loves you.
“I love you too, Gyu,” you nearly sob into his open mouth, and he realizes he’d said that out loud. He doesn’t care, you deserve to know, you should know how he feels about you. He also feels like he wants you to cum, right now, so he can perhaps maybe get you sitting on his face tonight. He won’t be upset or disappointed if you still don’t want to, but it’s been occupying his brain for long enough that he’s starting to feel a little wild with it.
His thumb presses down hard on your clit, rubbing measured circles as three of his long fingers hook into your g-spot and pulse, squelching noises following each curl of his fingers. Your breath catches with every curl too, and he knows you’re so so so close.
“Please cum, baby, I wanna feel you cum, please,” Mingyu begs, his voice shot and his cock dribbling precum.
You listen, your body so attuned to him that that’s what it takes. You break apart on his fingers, wetness flooding his palm and your cries echoing around the room as you writhe in his arms. He holds you while he works you through it, his fingers never growing tired even as your pussy clenches them so fucking tightly.
He loves how hard you cum for him, every fucking time.
“Good, honey? Tired?” Mingyu whispers into your hair, wrapping his arms around you and carrying you back over to the bed.
“So good, Gyu. I wan-wanna… I wanna sit on your face. Or I want to try it, at least,” you whisper back, resting your head on his chest probably so you can avoid his gaze. He allows it, near vibrating with joy that you’re willing to give it a go, and swiftly switches places with you so you’re on top of him.
“Okay, so just scooch up-”
“I’m not scooching up, that's so embarrassing!”
“Well I doubt you wanna stand up and sit down on my face, so,” he draws the ‘o’ out, telling you without words that he can’t think of another option, when another way suddenly comes to him.
“Alright, then you sit up on your knees, yeah, like that,” he waits for you to get into position, “And I’ll just slide down, like this,” his voice grows strained as he shuffles down the bed.
Once he settles and checks in with you, he lets himself look at the view just inches from his face. Seeing you, breathing you in, feels so different like this. You’re so close and there’s so much of you, and you’re all he knows, all he can feel and smell and touch, and when he pulls you to sit on his tongue, all he can taste. It’s heavenly, the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and the only way it could get any better is if you could just relax. But, he won’t push you. He’s ecstatic this is happening at all and if you need to stay up on your knees to feel comfortable, he’ll just have to crane his neck a little bit more.
Your panties are still in the way, he’d forgotten to ask you to take them off before rolling the two of you over, so he pushes them as far to the side as he can and licks right into you. The taste of you explodes on his tongue, so rich and decadent but light and sweet, like fucking ambrosia or something, and Mingyu knows that if he died right here and now, he’d die the happiest man on the planet.
With your legs straddling his head, you’re fully spread open, your glistening folds split apart to show your swollen clit and your slightly open entrance. He can’t resist sliding his tongue inside to get a taste at the source, his dick twitching against his stomach when he feels your walls squeeze around him. He knows he should get his thumb on your clit, focus on making you cum, but he wants to explore, get to know every little bit of you even better than he already does, and now is the perfect time to take his time.
He shoves his tongue in deep, slowly fucking you with it and letting his groans rumble through you. You shiver on top of him and he feels it in his bones, feels it travel from head to toe, and he gets a sudden flash of what it would feel like to have you riding his face, triggering a moan from deep in his chest. This starts a delicious feedback cycle of Mingyu making sounds into you and you physically reacting to them, until he’s whimpering into your cunt nonstop and you’re grinding down on his tongue, just like he wanted.
He doesn’t think you’re close but he knows you feel good, can tell by the wetness gushing into his mouth and the throbbing of your clit on his nose, and that’s enough for him to keep going as he wants. Your panties are starting to annoy him though, hindering his movements and constantly obstructing him from feeling you fully, so he detaches from you long enough to ask, “Can I rip them?”
The tears in his voice make his words near incomprehensible but you know what he’s talking about, as always, and nod frantically, lifting up enough to give him some room to work. They’re flimsy, delicate enough that all it takes is his hands clenched in the sides and a sharp jerk before you’re fully naked before him. He lets the fabric fall to the bed, returning his hands to your hips and pulling you back down to where you belong.
It’s so much better without your panties in the way, his tongue able to glide from cunt to clit as freely as he likes and his hands able to really squeeze into the meat of your hips like he loves. You give a little grind, slowly getting back into the rhythm you’d had pre-panty ripping, and he whines loudly in encouragement, bucking his own hips up into the air out of pure reflex. He wants you so bad but he wants to feel you cum like this more, so he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks harshly, waiting for you to squeal overhead before slipping three fingers back inside of you from behind. Prodding at your g-spot, he flicks his tongue over your clit from side to side as he sucks, and it proves to be enough, or maybe too much, for you. You buckle over him, surrounding him completely in you as you cum with a sharp whine. The tensing of your walls around his fingers and the pulsing of your clit in his mouth are almost enough to tear his own orgasm from him, one of his hands flying down to grip the base of his dick tight tight tight to stave it off. He’s never cum untouched before and though he wouldn’t mind trying it, he desperately wants to fuck you.
He slowly slides out from under you, turning over and grasping your hips to help lower you onto the bed before laying down next to you and sweeping a hand up and down your back. You’re still face down and panting into the duvet so he gives you some time, waits until you lift your head and plop it back down facing him to speak.
“How was it, baby? Did you like it?” Mingyu asks softly, digging his fingers into the knots he finds.
“I loved, we can do that every night if you want, ten out of ten, great job,” you mumble, and he wonders if you’ll be too tired for him tonight.
“Do you think maybe I could… cum inside you? I’m almost there, you wouldn’t have to do anything, I just wanna feel you.”
You perk up instantly, still obviously exhausted but more awake mentally than before, nodding and lifting your ass just enough for him to climb on top of you and slide inside. You feel better on his cock than his face, which he didn’t think was possible, but here he is, halfway inside and approximately four inches from blowing his load. He loves cumming inside of you, getting to be so close and leaving so much of himself with you, like he’s marking his territory or something. He’s never worried about that with you, but sometimes the urge still comes through, the desire to make sure you and everyone else knows that you’re his, that your perfect body is his to fuck and your flawless mind is his to love. Even further, he wants everyone to know he’s yours. Wants your ring on his finger and your last name tacked onto his, wants it all, wants everything with you.
That can wait until he’s not about to cum so deep inside you he hopes it sticks, though.
me to you, you to me — 000. character introductions
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🔮 preview. As a princess, you’d grown up knowing you’d marry a prince and help him sire a number of adorable little royals. Truth be told, one of the things that had drawn you to Mingyu had been the way he’d interacted with his young cousins, children that would run up to him- and despite his princely stature, Mingyu always had time to entertain them, with a glint of adoration in his eye that had convinced you he was the one to marry- moreso than any of his older brothers.
cw/ tw. unprotected sex, breeding/baby kink, fingering, size kink, big!mingyu, mentions of mingyu taking y/n's virginity, dumbification, praise, finger-licking, etc... I petnames. (hers) darling, pretty little princess, wife.
👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 3.4k
🍭 aus. royal/prince au, established relationship, etc...
☀️ mlist + an. I wanted to do a short and sweet Mingyu smut, I figured prince au and breeding would be a fun variation from my usual work :)
You look like a dream; dressed to the nines, with a pretty, sparkling tiara atop your head. The hem of your gown brushes by the floor with each movement of your hips, and a hand slides across your corsetted waist-
Mingyu takes a sip of his scotch with a grimace, because you’re his dream, and yet, he’s not the one dancing with you.
“It’s a wonder that prince Minghao can’t feel your eyes glaring into the back of his head,” Prince Jeonghan says on Mingyu’s right with a knowing smile, and it causes the larger man to release a deep sigh.
“Am I being that obvious?” the newlywed asks; he’s still getting used to the idea that you’re his now, that there’s no risk of you running away, not that you would wish to-
“Yes,” Jeonghan tells him, “but with a wife like her-” both of them look to you again, and the elder of the two princes shakes his head, swallowing thickly, “who can blame you.”
You’d never do anything to hurt Mingyu, and the prince knows it. He knows you love him, through and through, or you wouldn’t have married him over one of his elder brothers, who are closer in line to inheriting the throne.
There’s something else, a different emotion hiding under the hot fires of jealousy that lick heat against Mingyu’s throat- a feeling in his chest that becomes apparent when you make your way over to him after your dance.
He’s proud that you’re his, and the jealousy of seeing you in the arms of other men doesn’t stem from the thought of losing you- but the thought of losing precious moments where you could be in his arms instead.
When the two of you arrive at your suite in the wing of the castle Mingyu had gifted you for your wedding present, your husband is quick to dismiss your royal ladies in waiting.
“But, her dress-” your head maid protests, as Mingyu ushers them from your room.
“I’ll help her out of it,” the prince assures the shocked and now scandalized trio of women who usually help you with your nightly duties, especially when removing a dress from a ball is involved.
But this won’t be the first time Mingyu helps you out of your clothes - he’d wrangled with the many lacy ribbons of your wedding gown after all - and it definitely won’t be the last, because when your husband turns to look at you, there’s a hunger in his eyes that you only see when a thorough unwrapping is involved.
You’re his little present, and you can tell that the prince can’t wait to get to you- God, he has a thing for opening you up-
“Darling?” You hold out your hands for him, and your husband is quick to approach you. “Are you alright?”
“I’m perfect,” he tells you, grabbing at your waist and leaning down to press a kiss you. His mouth lingers on your own, teeth gently grazing by your lip, and you find yourself sighing as you melt against his strong chest.
“You looked upset-” you try to continue as he moves to press his lips to your neck, “when I was dancing with Minghao-”
“Are you suggesting I was jealous?” Mingyu smiles against your throat, nipping at your skin and making you groan.
“Were you?”
Your husband’s hand slips behind you, and he tugs at one of the ribbons keeping your corset tight, the ribbed fabric slackens ever so slightly. “You're my wife,” he tells you, pinching your chin between two fingers, “I have no need to be jealous… do I?”
He’s so beautiful- his brown eyes dark and seductive, his lips as kissable as they’ve ever been-
“No,” you assure him, swallowing thickly. “No need to be jealous at all.”
“Good,” he breathes, releasing your chin in favour of spinning you around so your back is to his chest. His mouth returns to your throat, and he ghosts his lips to your ear, making you shiver with sensitivity as his fingers begin to work at your corset. “If anything…” he continues, “I was upset that other princes still find it appropriate to ask you to dance, even though you’re my wife.”
“Minghao only wanted to inquire as to how our honeymoon went.”
“And?”
He roughly tugs at the roping of your corset and you stifle a groan at the sensation before responding. “I told him I couldn’t have wished for anything better.”
“I’m not so sure that’s true.” Your husband’s breath is hot against your bare shoulders, and his words make your stomach twist into confused knots.
“What do you mean?”
“Well…” he continues to unwrap you with unforgiving fingers, tugging at your corset, “I know it’s too early to tell, but I’m sure my little princess would love to have come out of our honeymoon more full than when she’s started.”
“Do you mean-” your heart is thundering in your chest and you can hardly find the words.
Luckily, you don’t have to, because your husband is quick to fill in the gaps, pressing his lips to your neck again as he whispers, “A baby. I know you’d like for me to give you one.”
“We’re newly weds-”
“So?” Mingyu chuckles, and a moment later your corset is undone enough for him to pull it up and over your head. “Tell me you don’t want to give me an heir.”
You open your mouth- but nothing comes out. Because Mingyu is right, as he always is when it comes to you.
Of course you want to give him an heir. As a princess, you’d grown up knowing you’d marry a prince and help him sire a number of adorable little royals. Truth be told, one of the things that had drawn you to Mingyu had been the way he’d interacted with his young cousins, children that would run up to him- and despite his princely stature, Mingyu always had time to entertain them, with a glint of adoration in his eye that had convinced you he was the one to marry- moreso than any of his older brothers.
Sure, being a queen would be nice- but you’ve never been one who thirsts for power. No, you’d much prefer a luxurious, happy life, with a husband who loves you, and children running around.
Mingyu also happens to be right about the fact that it’s much too early to tell if you’re pregnant. Your wedding night had been the kind of whirlwind that left you weak in the legs and unable to get out of bed- not that your husband had minded.
“What do you say, princess?” Mingyu asks, turning you in his arms so he can look you in the eyes. “Should we continue to practice baby making and hope this one sticks?”
“As if I’d ever say no to you,” you smile, pressing your hands to his chest and getting on your tiptoes to bring your mouth to his own.
It’s nice to already be thinking about children with Mingyu, and to be speaking about it openly like this. Your kisses are more passionate now, and his tongue slips into your mouth, teasing you.
A whimper bubbles out of your chest, and your husband returns it with a growl of his own. His hands slip down to your bum, and he lifts you off the floor effortlessly.
Despite the long fabrics of your gown, your able to wrap your legs around his waist securely, and Mingyu carries you the short distance to your bed.
He doesn’t simply toss you down, as a motion like that would dislodge the tiara from your hair. Instead, he holds you with one hand, reaching up to take the crown off your head while you marvel at his strength.
“Mingyu-” you whine his name as his lips make contact with your throat, tongue trailing up your jugular-
With your tiara safely in his grasp, he lowers you to the mattress, and your gown floofs out around you before he pulls away, straightening to his tall stature and looking down at you with lust filled eyes.
“You’re so beautiful-” he breathes, taking off his own crown. “How are you always so beautiful?”
He’s such a sweet talker, and it makes you smile as you gather up your skirts, teasing them up your legs.
“Would you hate me if I tore your dress?” Mingyu asks, and it brings you back to your wedding night.
“I could never hate you,” you tell him, watching as he sets your crows to the side, free hands now grabbing at your legs- “but my dress maker would have a fit.”
Mingyu sighs. “And we can’t have that, can we?”
“No,” you shake your head, “it would be unprincely of you-”
“Would it really be unprincely of me, naughty princess?”
His warm palm skims up your thigh, pushing your skirt fabrics and underdress higher.
“Very scandalous of the both of us, I think,” you tell him, shifting on the bed as your husband’s hands reach your panties.
On your wedding night, he’d simply burrowed under all the fabric, mouth eagerly searching out your pussy- but that’s not what Mingyu does this time.
This time, it’s his fingers that rub against your entrance, playing with you through your underwear. “Already so wet for me, darling,” he coos. “I didn’t realize talking about babies would do this to you.”
You whine his name as he pushes your panties to the side, and two of his fingers easily slip into your core.
“Such pretty sounds from my pretty princess,” he groans, thumb finding your clit.
The sensation makes you whimper again, pushing your hips up toward his hand.
“Steady, princess,” Mingyu warns you, free hand flattening in all the fabrics around your waist. He pins you to the bed as easily as ever, and there’s something so freeing in the slight confinement. “Let me open you up.”
He’s very good at foreplay- good at getting you prepped to take his cock. You’d been a virgin on your wedding night- as is custom for royals in your positon, and you’re still not used to the size of him- you’re not sure you’ll ever be.
But at least you can take two fingers easily now, and the feeling of them curling up and stroking your inner walls has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
“Does that feel good, princess?” His lips press against your inner thigh and you twitch at the feeling.
“Yes- Mingyu- you’re so good to me-”
“You deserve it, don’t you, wife?”
You moan as he crooks his fingers just right, finding the spot that makes your toes curl. “Yes- please-”
“Please what?”
You swallow thickly, grabbing at your skirts to pull them higher. “I need you-”
“Where?” he asks, stroking your spot, “here?”
“I want to be full, like you said-” It’s becoming harder and harder to form coherent sentences, your mind much too fixed on the feeling of pleasure that’s coursing through you with each motion of his fingers.
“How about you cum for me first?” He suggests. “You can be my good little princess wife and cum for me, right?”
His words make the chord in your stomach tighten, and when his thumb begins to rub gentle circles on your clit it’s enough to make you snap, gasping loudly as your orgasm is torn out of you by your princely lover.
“That’s it,” Mingyu groans, pumping his fingers in and out of your core expertly as his thumb continues to work your most sensitive spot. “You always sound so pretty for me, darling. My pretty little princess.”
You moan louder, enjoying the praise that always seems to tumble out of your husband. You love him more than you could ever express-
“Mingyu-” you whimper his name when the feeling of pleasure almost begins to be too much for you to handle, and your husband relents, slowing his pace and taking the pressure off your clit.
He pulls his fingers from you, and you open your eyes to watch your royal lover do something completely sinful- he licks his digits clean, groaning at your taste.
The vision makes your pussy twitch with interest again, and you let out a small gasp, feeling needier than ever. You’d never thought marriage could be like this- never thought you’d get as lucky as you’ve been with Mingyu.
“My love-” your petname for him draws Mingyu’s attention back down to you, and he takes his hand from his lips, spit covered fingers finding the buttons at the front of his royal attire.
“Just a moment, darling,” he assures you.
You’re impatient- more impatient than you’ve ever been in your life.
That’s the thing about Mingyu- with him, all your royal training can go out the window. He brings out the feral side of you, a side reserved just for him.
“I know, princess, I know,” your husband sighs, “I’m not sure I can wait either.”
There’s always so much fabric that needs to be taken off- so many buttons and ribbons and layers-
You don’t want him to tear your clothes, but you know neither of you have the time or patience for the dressing gown that’s still covering your form. So you do what you think will be easiest, moving slightly up the bed and flipping onto your stomach, hiking your dress up high to your waist, arching your back-
“Princess-” His voice is breathy, and a moment later he’s grabbing at your ass with his large hand, massaging you and pressing his warm palm to your skin. “You’re so beautiful- always so beautiful for me.”
“Mingyu-” you whine, “I need you-”
You can hear the rustling of fabric, perhaps the sound of your husband pushing his pants down, and then he’s joining you on the bed, mattress dipping to accommodate his size.
“How did I ever get so lucky?” Mingyu asks, pulling your asscheek to the side so he can access your core. The head of his cock presses to your entrance, and you can tell from the feeling of it that your husband has lubed it- likely with his own spit.
The thought has you arching your back even more, eager for him to push into you-
“Please-”
“Relax for me, princess, I don’t want to hurt you-” his breath is hot against your back, and it makes you shiver. You do your best to clear your mind, to release the tension in your body-
The head of his cock slips into you and you moan desperately, pressing your face down against the bed to muffle the sound-
A gentle hand wraps around your throat, forcing you to tilt your head out of the covers- “I want to hear you,” your husband whispers, kissing your cheek and nosing your skin. “Want to hear all your pretty sounds-”
“So deep-” you whimper as he sheiths himself inside of you, hips flush with your ass. “So big-”
Mingyu smiles, and you know he enjoys the size difference between you two- enjoys stretching you out to accommodate his massive girth-
In all your princess training, one of the big rules was never to swear, but you find all sorts of naughty words coming to mind as your husband ruts into you, quickening his pace as you get used to his cock.
You bite your tongue, releasing whimpers and whines while Mingyu kisses your shoulders and neck, one hand pressed against the small of your back to keep you pinned.
He’d been similarly trained, and the first ‘fuck’ you’d ever heard slip past his lips on your wedding night had opened the flood gate for you both- but in the short time you’ve been married, you’ve become accustomed to letting him make the first move.
Tonight, the first swear to grace your ears is a low “shit,” it’s whispered as his fingers dig into your hip, pace quickening- and your husband’s teeth graze by your ear. “You sound perfect, princess- I want to fill you so bad- you want to be filled, right?”
You moan loudly, nodding as you find your own words. “Please- Mingyu-”
“Tell me, darling, tell me you want to be full.”
“I want to be full-”
“Tell me you want to be bred- want to be all swollen and pretty for me-” He fucks into you harder. “You’re going to give me pretty little heirs- pretty little heirs from my pretty little princess-”
“I want to be bred-” you repeat diligently, grabbing at the sheets to ground yourself as the pleasure between your legs increases rapidly- “I want to give you all the pretty little heirs- please, Mingyu-”
“Your pussy is getting so tight around my cock, darling-” he groans sinfully in your ear. “You’re doing so well for me- always so good-”
“Please-” you whine again, feeling your orgasm getting closer and closer-
“Always such good manners too,” Mingyu chuckles, lips teasing by your ear. “Who’s my good, well mannered, needy little princess?”
“I am-” you shiver, closing your eyes and enjoying the perfect feeling of being fucked by your lover-
“Yeah, you are-” Mingyu breathes, pressing his fingers against your hip again. “You deserve to be full, right? Deserve to have that pretty pussy coated in cum-”
You love when he talks dirty like this, and you whine loudly in response, nodding as you hold off your orgasm, eager to reach your high with your husband.
“Are you close, princess?”
“Uh huh-” you nod eagerly, “waiting for you-”
“Yeah?” You feel him grin against your shoulder. “Good princess. Tell me you want me to cum with you.”
“I want you to,” you confirm.
“Say the whole sentence, darling, I want to hear the words coming from my perfect princess- wanna hear you admitting how dirty you are for me.”
“I want you to cum with me-” you whimper, a flush of embaressment heating your skin at the full admittance. “Want you to fill me up-”
“Fuck, you sound so good-” he groans. “I’m almost there- keep talking, keep talking for me-”
“Please- Mingyu- it feels so good- I just want to be full!” You give up on all your self restraint, and the moans of appreciation in your ear spur you on. “You’ll make me full- I know you will- always make me so perfectly full and satisfied-”
“Shit-” Your husband sounds glorious even when he grunts, and you think this must truly be love, as he pins you to the bed and uses you to reach his own end while you enjoy every moment of it- every motion-
“Please-” you say again, knowing that he loves it when you beg for him. “I’m so close- I just want to cum with you-”
“Then cum with me angel- let go and squeeze my cock with that pretty fucking princess pussy of yours-”
A shiver of stimulation runs through your form as you let go, and a surge of release jitters out from your core, causing you to gasp and grab at the bedsheets.
Your husband is moaning loudly behind you, and you can feel him cumming deep in your pussy, his forehad pressed against your shoulder, fingers digging into your hips as he rides you both through your orgasms.
You love giving in to Mingyu- giving him complete control. You trust him more than you’ve ever trusted anyone. The thought of having children with him is in the periphery of your mind as your heart races and your pussy pulses around his cock. Something tells you that the two of you will have no problem producing a sweet little heir.
“You feel so good- so perfect for me,” Mingyu groans in your ear as his thrusts begin to slow.
The most you can do is smile, mind too hazy to come up with a worded response- not that your husband needs one, as he presses kisses along your throat.
His hips come to a stop, cock still burried deep in your pussy. “You know… I’m not sure if this really did the trick.”
“What do you mean?” you ask, confused.
“I just mean… maybe you’ll get pregnant from this, but maybe I should strip us both naked and try again, you know… to better the odds.”
Yeah, you’ll definitely have no problems producing an heir with Mingyu, and with a laugh, you agree to the idea, knowing you have a long, wonderful night ahead of you.
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Your husband has been busy all day. He’s been in meetings of all sorts, and the brief interaction you’d had around lunchtime hadn’t been a long enough opportunity to tell him your good news.
Besides, you know how Mingyu is going to react once you tell him what your court doctor had told you in the morning, and you’d wanted him to be focused during his day of diplomacy.
You’ve been testing your own patience, and you’re nearly buzzing when Mingyu finally returns to your chambers after missing your nightly dinner in favour of royal duties.
It’s a stark contrast in moods, and you try not to overwhelm the exhausted man as he trudges into your room, royal jacket already half off and ready to be thrown on your bed.
“You had a long day,” you muse as you open your arms for your lover.
Despite being substantially taller than you, Mingyu bends down so he can rest his cheek against your bosom, and he releases a low groan. “You don’t know the half of it.”
Your fingers thread through his silky hair, and you do your best to calm yourself- to be a pillar of safety for the man you love, but within moments he’s pulling away from your chest and giving you a quizzical look.
“You’re heart’s racing,” he tells you. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” you shake your head, fighting the smile that threatens to overtake your features. “In fact… something is very right.”
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— •❥ word count and warnings: (740) light choking (cheol receiving), usage of fabric to tie cheol’s wrists, a little bit of aftercare at the end
— •❥ author’s note: if you’re reading this and think that some of the dialogue is familiar, this is a reworked version of a fic that i posted for a different fandom but that blog is no longer active !! i've only ever written sub idol once in my life and so i decided to try it again
All his life, there’s always been a lot of pressure placed on Choi Seungcheol. It’s not entirely a surprise given his fame and reputation and quite honestly, he likes to think that he handles it well. But there are times when things get the best of him like the nights he makes one too many mistakes at dance practice or the days when he’s asked questions he can’t answer through no fault of his own. There’s just too many things on his mind, lots of responsibilities that he has to juggle around, and tonight he needs to let go.
Quite honestly, Seungcheol thinks that there’s nothing more stunning compared to the sight of you on top of him. None of the views he’s seen throughout the world could hold a candle to the comfort of coming home. There’s that itch he needs to scratch—wanting to please and hear your praises. He can’t think straight at the feel of your tightened warmth enveloping his cock, eyes closing as your nails dig into his shoulders. He feels your kisses trailing along the side of his neck and it’s a futile attempt when he tries to touch you, having momentarily forgotten that his hands are tied.
“Fuck,” he groans out in pleasure. The one-worded statement earns him the feel of your hand wrapped around his throat, a stern look in your eyes.
“Good boys don’t say bad words, do they?” Instantly, Seungcheol recognizes his mistake and shakes his head.
“N-no,” he answers.
“No, what?”
“No, mommy.”
“And you wanna be good for mommy, don’t you?” Instantly, he nods.
“I’ll be good, promise.” There’s a slight nod of approval you send his way and you squeeze his throat lightly before continuing your prior movements on top of him. It’s clear that he’s trying to control himself from thrusting upward for the sake of being a good boy and you decide to take pity on him.
“You can move. Make mommy feel good, yeah?” There’s a fire that ignites in his eyes—the need to get you to your release, to make you happy, to do anything and everything that’ll please you only magnifies with your statement. It’s almost animalistic the way his hips lift off of the bed, moans escaping his throat yet they come out strangled due to your grip around his neck and that only spurs hin on further.
“F-feels good, love you. Love you so much,” Seungcheol mutters.
“That’s it, my love.” It’s the first time he’s ever been called such a name and his heart melts at the possessiveness behind it. Usually, he’s the one who uses it you. He’s not able to dwell on it for much too long with the sound you emit and your head resting in the crevice of his neck as you enjoy the pleasure from his thrusts below you. “Just like that, love,” you say as your chest presses closer to him. Your praises fill his ears and he’s closer and closer to the edge.
“M’so, so, close, close.”
“I know, baby. I’ll get you there.” You untie the fabric that holds Seungcheol’s wrists back and immediately, his hands rest on your waist.
“Wanna cum. Pleasepleaseplease?” It’s only mumbles and mutters that leave your boyfriend’s mouth and once you give him the go ahead, he cries out your name. Through his orgasm, he continues to thrust into you which inevitably draws out your own release. While massaging his hair you also rub his chest in an effort to bring down your boyfriend from the high.
“You did so good, my love. made me feel so good and you followed orders so well!” you praise while peppering light kisses all over him. He winces once you pull off of his now softening cock, his arms drawn around you to hug you tighter and suddenly you’re manhandled so that he’s laying on top of you.
“We need to clean up, Cheol.”
“Later,” comes his reply. There’s a sigh that escapes you and you settle for a compromise.
“Cuddles for a few minutes, then cleanup?”
“Mhm.”
“I liked it,” you hear Seungcheol say.
“Hmm, liked what?” You watch as heat rises to your boyfriend’s cheeks and those dimples of his reveal themselves. “Tell me, it’s ok.”
“When you called me ‘my love’ I liked it.” You tilt Seungcheol’s chin upwards to offer a kiss and he practically melts into you.
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Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1k
Warnings: pain mention, cramps mention, medication mention, lil bit of tears, not a period sex fic, multiple orgasms, oral f rec., fingering
AN: thank you thank you thank you!! this is such a sweet and thoughtful request, and you got me to write something i've had in my brain for months but never put into words 💖 i have endometriosis and its fucking terrible at all times so this is for me and anyone else with chronic pain 💖
“Still cramping?” Mingyu asks, sliding into the sheets next to you and laying a warm hand over your lower abdomen. You’ve been in bed for hours already and he hates to see the scrunch in your face that says it hasn’t gotten any better. “Need your meds?”
“Already took ‘em,” you breathe, the strain in your voice evident as you curl into the pain. It’s not always this bad, but Mingyu hates how helpless he feels when it is. He can’t feel the hurt for you, can’t take it away, but he knows he could cover it up with something else if you’d let him. You usually do it on your own, not because you don’t want him to, but because it’s hard for him to get straight to the point. When the pain is this bad, you need to cum fast and hard, over and over, for the oxytocin to do its job. Mingyu can do that, but he often forgets that this isn’t just for your pleasure.
“Let me help you, baby. I won’t get distracted this time, I promise,” he pleads as he rubs at your belly, pressing his palm down hard when you shift it over a specific spot. The pressure and heat of his hands helps and he’ll never complain about an excuse to get them on you, so he shifts to straddle you and offers his other hand, watching as you arrange him how you like. You’re still contemplating but he doesn’t rush you, just massages your tummy and looks down at you with all the love in the world.
“Okay,” you exhale, tears lining your lashes and your lips pursed in a pout, “I love you.”
“Love you too, honey,” Mingyu leans down to gently press his lips to yours, ignoring the saltwater he tastes on your skin. You tend to get a bit emotional when he takes care of you but he never points it out, doesn’t want to make you feel self conscious. You’re also just really pretty when you cry and this is one of the few times he can appreciate it without feeling guilty. His kisses stray from your lips down your neck, meandering over your clothed breasts before finishing at your hips. He pecks between the fingers splayed over your stomach and finally shifts his hands to start pulling your pajama pants off.
He promised not to get distracted so he avoids the siren call of your thighs and spreads them instead, working his broad shoulders in between and wrapping an arm around so he can keep a hand on your belly. You’re not wet yet but you will be soon, he vows to himself, dropping a thumb to your clit and starting to rub gentle circles. You’re not wet but you will be soon, and until then he keeps the pressure and pace steady. It’s not long before your hips are moving with him, little gasps escaping you as moments of peace break through the mask of pain. He speeds up his movements, rotating his hand so he can prod at your entrance through your panties. The fabric is damp and he grins victoriously to himself, hiding his smile in the crease of your thigh. He knows you can still feel the canines pressing into your skin but he also knows that now isn’t the time for him to revel in his ability to make you wet. Now is the time to make you feel better, making you wet is just a delicious byproduct.
He can feel your clit changing under his thumb, feel it getting harder and starting to throb, and he knows you’re close. You always cum faster when you’re in pain; Mingyu thought it would be the opposite but it’s like your body knows what you need and wants to let you have it, so he doesn’t question further, just lets the circles grow faster and faster until you break with a cry. He doesn’t stop, drops down to suck at your clit through your panties and pushes at your entrance with two fingers, feeling his head start to spin as you gasp and whine. He loves your noises, loves when he’s the one drawing them from you, can’t get enough, and he smirks around you knowing that he doesn’t have to stop this time.
You both get tired of the panties at the same moment, your hands clumsily pushing them down just as he starts to tug them off, and when he finally sees the mess he’s made of you, it’s like his heart stops. You’re wet, so fucking wet, and blazing hot, and he wants to sink inside of you but he wants to make you cum more, so he doubles down on his efforts. He sucks your clit into his mouth and slips two fingers inside, curling them into your front wall and seeing out your g-spot. He finds it immediately, knows you inside and out, hooks his fingertips into the rough patch and starts working it. You get wetter around him, practically gushing, and when he stops sucking your clit to lash it with his tongue, you cum again. Your wetness soaks the lower half of his face as you clench around him, crying real tears overhead and tangling your fingers in his hair.
Mingyu loses count after number five, but he doesn’t need to know the specifics of how thoroughly he’s wrecked you. Not when he gets to slide into the bath with you after, and carefully do your skincare with his normally clumsy hands, and carry you to the bed you sleep in together, and bundle you up in his arms, and watch you fall asleep with not a lick of pain on your face. All of that is more than he could ever ask for.
pairing: half demon!Seungcheol x human fem!reader (ft. ex!Soonyoung)
genre: angst, smut. minors dni.
warnings: mentions of violence, cursing, a hospital, bruises, unprotected sex (stay safe pls), manhandling, oral sex (f rec), use of petnames (princess, baby, sweetheart), degradation, rough sex, slight cockwarming, very brief banter.
word count: 2.2k
summary: demons are supposed to be wicked creatures. but this one seems to be a little too willing to help you.
author’s note: this was done on a whim bcs choi seungcheol with those goddamn lenses wrecked me HARD - a big thank you to @duhnova for proofreading <3
The first time you summoned him, you were crying your heart out.
You didn’t expect a demon would appear in front of you, though. You were merely burning the photos of you and your ex. Speaking of the ex - he was the reason you were crying.
“Now why would a pretty little thing like you cry so hard?” the handsome yet menacing stranger kneels in front of your bed, his bewitching eyes fixated on you.
You wordlessly hand him over the remaining photo in your hand and you don’t miss the way his right eye flashes white, a black pentagram forming on his iris.
“That’s…..scary.” You mutter under your breath and bring your knees flush to your chest out of fear.
“Sweet girl, I’m not here to scare you,” he smiles in an almost saccharine and comforting way, “I’m here merely because you wanted me to be here.”
when he's on top of you, both strong arms at either side of your head holding himself up so he can stare down at you. Each one of his deep thrusts makes you shift up on the bed. Every time you open your eyes, he's staring at you. His eyes are burning into you, and his jaw is slack as he continues to look at you under him, holding himself back to not kiss just yet.
the image of you when you look back up at him tho, keeping that eye contact.....fr it would drive him fucking wild.
he will argue like his life depends on it that sometimes, missionary is the best position. how else is he supposed to show you how much he wants more of you even while being inside of you?
plus, the idea of him breaking eye contact with a smirk, leaning down and placing his lips against your ear, whispering how pretty you look when you use your legs to push him deeper inside of you
soonyoung looks up from where he’s sitting on the floor, carefully painting one of the cabinets there. he’s dressed in paint-stained coveralls, and there’s a smudge of sky blue paint across his cheek, but he smiles at you like you’re his world when he sees you standing on the stepladder–still working away at painting the higher cabinets.
“i think so,” he says, turning his attention back to the bottom cabinets. “he’s bringing mingyu, too.”
“oooh, does that mean we’re getting mingyu food?”
he laughs, so, so deeply enamored with you. if the ring were in his pocket now, it’d be burning a hole through it. he’s happy it’s still hiding in the back of his drawer–god knows he would had proposed to you a thousand times over now. “i think?” he wipes at his face, creating another streak of blue there. he sees the way your eyes crinkle when you giggle. “… is it on my face?”
“you’re so cute.”
he hops up, already reaching up for you. you’re only a few steps higher than him, but its easy enough for him to pull you down by the front of your shirt. he kisses you with a smile, and when he pulls away, his eyes are twinkling. you already suspect what he was doing, and reach into your pocket, finding your phone to open up your camera. sure enough there’s a streak of that pretty blue along your cheek now. you turn back to him, and he’s still beaming with pride at such a silly little action.
“now we match.”
(he’d say the same words to you in the future after sliding the other wedding band onto your finger with that same happy glimmer in his eyes.)
