synopsis: you're too busy with textbooks and constant "when will you get a boyfriend?" questions. though, your roommate, choi seungcheol, seemingly has all the time to be sleeping around campus. it has you wondering, is it that good?
pairing: frat!scoups x genius!f.reader
genre: college au, smut, slight crack
word count: 13.4k
content/trigger warning: MDNI 18+ content, alcohol consumption, reader is an anxious person, reader is very sexually frustrated, reader wants scoups REAL bad, tension gah!, random ass oc names for readers friends, your friends are kind of pushy, drunk sex, brief mention of loss of virginity at the end, readers first time, brief dry humping, mirror sex, size kink & strength kink if you squint, nipple play, fingering, begging, degradation, grower!scoups, unprotected piv (no glove no love guys!!), multiple rounds/positions(missionary, doggy), overstimulation, spanking, rough sex, squirting, brief choking via choke hold, creampie, petnames: hers(baby), let me know if i missed any!!!!
a/n: oh my god i thought i would die before i would finish writing this. thank you thank you thank you, to my dearest personal friends and sister for supporting me during this. please enjoy, and if you see any errors don't be shy and mention them!! comments and reposts are very much appreciated <3.
one:
College dick is good, as everyone has proclaimed. Yet, here you are, two years into your undergraduate degree. No dick, no life, and no money. The Loser check list is practically already fully checked off.
If you didnβt already exceed at the βLoser check listβ, youβre currently occupied at your cluttered desk. Head buried in textbooks, knee anxiously bouncing, hands taut in your βday twoβ hair.Β
There was an assignment that was due yesterday, and youβve been constantly thinking about it since. To be honest, you donβt even know why you put it off, you swear you only did that to make yourself go insane.
You thought that you'll live a little but you're always stuck studying and finishing presentations. Or when you do socialize, all your friends talk about the cute boy on campus, or how dinner went with their boyfriend of two months, or their sneaky link ghosting them.Β
Those were also gentle reminders why you should stay single. You had your fair share; some blowjobs, as in one, then making out, and the list kind of stopped there. You prioritized homework and studying, over boys that are Mr. Minute Man.
As if college couldnβt get any worse, you're also stuck with a sucky ass roommate. You didn't want to pay for on campus dorms, so you decided on a nicer place, but having to commute to school every day.
The thing about your roommate, is that they're full of shit, obnoxious, always, and when I mean always, it's constant, they're constantly fucking someone. You thought your libido was high? Oh no, you've truly been out-freaked by your roommate, Choi, freaking, Seungcheol.
Practically half of the campus girls had walked in and out of your flat. The real reason why, is because of Choi Seungcheol's fucking dick. His cock is a living and walking legend. Him as a whole is already a package: strong arms, deep voice, tall, and broad. Then, his dick was just the ribbon on the entire present.Β
Truly his greed sickens you, and yet the fact he's fucking a sorority sister, maybe every other week, agitates you. It made you wonder, is it really that good?
β
It was another quiet day in your shared flat, you're brewing coffee absently. Seungcheol had left the house for some activity in his fraternity. He said it was some team bonding shit and then slammed the door. Perfect, you thought, the house was finally silent.Β
The awfully thin walls reverberated the moans from the squealiest girl he fucked last night. You needed this coffee and silence more than anything right now.Β
Your brain buzzed busily as you recalled the homework and upcoming tests you needed to finish and study for.
The electric kettle clicked with the bubbling of boiling water, signifying you to get out of your head. You poured the boiling water into a thick, glass mug. Stirring up the syrup concoction you just made.
It was your natural routine, the sound of your metal spoon clinking against your ceramic mug, with the rumbling and humming of cars outside your flat. It was comforting to say the least, when it was quiet.
Although many days like this, your brain wasn't. The loud noises from last night always sink into your stomach, coiling like a boa constrictor ready to eat their prey. You donβt know when this sexual fixation started, or how you were so sensitive toβ¦ well that stuff.
Maybe it started when you began to read stupid smut books where they don't even execute sex properly. Then when you were older, watching stupid pornos where they go at an ungodly speed, and somehow you couldnβt live without thinking about sex. Wishing to experience, like all those girls who said they lost their virginity in stupid highschool.Β
What got to your head was the fact you were so inexperienced, yet so experienced at the same time.
You let out a sharp exhale as you checked your phone with sudden urgency you didn't have five minutes ago. Your friends had decided you didn't come outside your house enough this month, so they invited you to eat some brunch with them.
It always went the same way, small talk, boyfriend talk, then to 'are-you-seeing-anyone' talk. Like, theyβve managed to ask the same thing in the span of a week.Β
Perhaps your relationship status might have changed, but for you, no way in heaven would it.Β
It's okay, they were good friends nonetheless. Always pushing you to do new things, and keeping that spark of social skills alive in you, despite your refusal.
There's not much they can do when you've set your standards higher than your grades, which your grades are pretty high. Or modestly high. Or is it average? You don't know anymore, with the ghost of expectations haunting you. A strict set of rules no one ever asked you to meet, managed to keep you in line.
β
You quickly tidied up your hair as you caught a glance of yourself in the mirror. Your lips tugged up into a staged smile, then into a smirk of pure shock. You haven't seen yourself so put together in maybe, months? Usually these small dates with your friends motivated you to doll yourself up.
It's almost addictive how good you look when you put effort into your looks. You don't care how you look most of the time, because literally no one else cares. Plus, Seungcheol brings over these goddess-like girls, and you don't even dare try to compete with them. Not like youβ¦ not like you ever thought about appealing to Seungcheol.Β
As you exited the house, Seungcheol was making his way back home, glancing at you like a stranger.
"Where are you going?" He pressed, making you shoot him an incredulous glare. Heβs acting like you donβt have a social life, which is partially correct.
"Brunch. With my friends." You stated it like it was obvious, like he could have guessed. Which he couldn't.Β
He doesn't believe in 'brunch'. It's either late breakfast or early lunch, no such thing as 'brunch', he proclaimed the last time you uttered such words.
"Oh, okay." He cocked an accusing eyebrow, and walked into the house without another word. You let out a scoff, rolling your eyes at how stupid that conversation was.
That summed up your relationship, a few words, a glare, and then thick silence. Recently though, heβs been ignoring you, or avoiding you? You canβt tell because youβve been avoiding home as of late.
An uncharacteristic thing thatβs been happening is the lack of girls flooding into your shared place. Last night was kind of a surprise though, he would have told you beforeβ¦ but he didnβt. Honestly, youβre kind of thankful that he told youβ excluding last nightβ because you couldnβt manage any more sleepless nights.
You sighed slamming your car door to silence the endless spill of thoughts in your head. Your eyes tried to keep focus on the route as your knuckles clenched to white. He's so utterly stupid, you can't believe people would flock over to suck his dickβ
Your GPS yelled at you that you had missed your left turn. A long sigh dragged from your lips as you followed the prompted directions. Youβre shooting glances at your phone whilst making sure another driver doesnβt decide to play footsies with their brake.
Something thatβs a mystery to you is how Seungcheol inhabited a chunk of your brain. The ratio being 95% school and 5% Seungcheol, and thatβs pretty extreme for you.Β
Heβs your roommate, you shouldnβt be imagining wanting to run your hands along his back muscles, tracing the tattoo of an olive tree down the column of his spine. Or even how his face feels when he buries it into the crook of your neck, his calloused hands gripping onto your thighs.
Whenever he occupied your thoughts, you couldnβt figure out why. Even if you were to stop and think, itβd strain your big, beautiful brain. You wouldnβt dare date him, he sleeps around, heβs an asshole, heβs not as driven in school as you are. Heβs justβ¦ just someone you shouldnβt date or be affiliated with.Β
Your pride held you back mostly, and you knew that. Itβs just if you were to date him, you feel like this perfect world you had built so deliberately, will shatter. Your friends will be disappointed, the past girls he dated and slept with will lash out at you, and maybe even your parents will be disappointed. You donβt want that. You donβt want to disappoint anyone, and most importantly, you donβt want to disappoint Seungcheol.
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The cafe was cozy, with welcoming colors and flourishing plants. In the window, you can see an older guy with a newspaper who sat alone in a booth. A family of four eating at a table while talking animatedly to each other. Then an awfully chatty dude talking to the guy working behind the bar, adjusting the cakes on the display.Β
After you begrudgingly parallel parked, the door chimed as you pushed it open. A chipper, brunette hostess greeted you, but your friends are already hooting and hollering in a booth that you can only see in your peripheral.
"I'm... with them." You motioned with your thumb, and the hostess just nodded with an understanding smile on her lips.
"Oh my god! It's a miracle!" Erika exclaimed, her dyed dirty blonde hair tied neatly up into a bun. A gummy, warm smile graced her already beautiful face.
"Is it really one? We had to beg her to come out." Jennifer retorted, snorting before she drank a sip out of her chai latte. She tucked her silky black hair behind her ear, her dainty silver piercings glimmering in the morning light.
You let out a scoff as you playfully shoved Jennifer, who gasped in offense. "Listen now, I just didn't want to bail on your guy's beautiful faces."Β
"Please, we all know you need relationship advice." Jennifer murmured slyly, making Erika laugh. She always laughed at anything, and which you're thankful for, because you'd actually fight Jennifer if it wasn't for Erika's sweet laughter.
"Me? How's you and that mysterious campus boy you kissed at the last sorority party?" You prodded, Jennifer returned your comment with a lazy eye roll.
"Hey, that was just a one time thing. He's kind of weird." She admitted, stirring her drink absently.
Erika hummed noncommittally, seemingly deep in thought or just spacing out. "Wasn't he like a stoner? I'm pretty sure Jiwon got in trouble last time for being with a guy who did drugs."
"Erika what the actual hell are you talking about?" Jennifer laughed, looking at Erika's already dumbfounded face.
"Oh my god, are you guys talking about Chris? Seungcheol said he got kicked out." You whispered in a conspirative manner. Seungcheol didn't actually tell you this directly, you just happened to overhear.
"You kissed Chris?" Erika's face visibly repulsed, plucking up her menu.
"No! I don't know what this idiot is talking aboutβ" Jennifer sighed loudly as she cut herself off, playfully glaring back at you.
"Speaking of Seungcheol, you should go to his party this weekend." Jennifer suggested to you, in order to change the topic, her manicured nails clinking against her drink.
"Girl, if I went to a party, something seriously wrong must have happened." You plainly responded, closing your menu. "Are you guys ready to order?"
Erika hummed in response as she stirred the straw around in her drink. Jennifer called over the waiter who happened to be placing out cups of water for a nearby table.Β
Jennifer was always the strong-headed, blunt beauty in this trio. With her dark hair and monochromatic clothing, even you would date her.
Erika on the other hand... was different. Her bubbly, giggly attitude was a stark difference to Jennifer. To the pastel and warm toned clothing and delicate, you can say those two were polar opposites.
With you, you were the perfect mix of them both. That's why you guys get along so well. Even though they nag you about your absent dating life.Β
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Your meal arrived in a speedy manner, youβre already stuffing your face because just coffee wouldn't cut it for you.Β
Erika and Jennifer rambled about the drama between sororities right now. How girls are constantly getting caught being indecent literally anywhere now. They turn their attention to your crumb dusted face.
"Say, has Seungcheol been bringing anyone to your place recently?" Erika poked, pointing her fork at you.
"No? Well, usually he's been doing it when I'm out of the house, in the library." You chewed on your right side of your mouth, washing your meal down with water.
"Of course... the library." Jennifer mused, giving you a teasing glare.
"Well excuse me⦠Mr. Wagner assigned a freaking essay right before break. I don't wanna hear moaning when I'm writing about some... stupid bullshit he always pulls out of his ass." You retorted, no more food in your mouth.
Jennifer raised her hands in defense. "Okay chill, I was just making an observation. Also, how have you been keeping up with Seungcheol? You havenβt been bitching and moaning about him recently.β
βHey! Iβve never bitched and moaned about Seungcheol.β You pointed your fork at Jennifer. You havenβt actually, it was a keen observation. Recently heβs been nicer to you, if avoiding you is being nice.
Erika glanced at you like you were crazy. βExcuse me??? Thatβs all you did for about maybe a month.β
You sighed in defeat, poking at your food absently. β...Okay maybe.β
ββOkay maybeβ isnβt an answer, something has to be going on.β Jennifer nagged, and she was kind of right. Just kind of.
βFineβ¦ if you want to hear it so badly, I guess Iβll just admit it.β A long sigh dragged from your lips; the heavy weight of your thoughts fleeting as you prepared to announce it.
You annoyingly drawled out the thick silence, nails tapping insistently on the dining table. βIt's likeβ¦ I canβt stop thinking about him.β You mumbled out, eyes glued on your food.
They both groaned, like they saw this coming.
βDude, whatβ¦ What the hell?β Erika sighed, pinching her nose bridge.
βI freaking knew it!β Jennifer scoffed, smashing her fork against the table, creating an awfully loud metallic clank.
βGuysβ just hear me out.β You started, but both of them look unimpressed, easily shutting you up. A ball of guilt started stirring in your stomach as you looked at them in panic. Unease rushed through your body, as anxious thoughts flooded your mind.
βYouβre coming to this party if you like it or not. You need to realize that Seungcheol is actually evil.β Jennifer reprimanded, she immediately yanked out her phone. βSending you the details, right now.β
Shortly, your phone buzzed with Jenniferβs contact dropping down on the notification bar. Telling them and understanding your feelings, was already a sign youβre too far gone. It's their duty to refrain you from falling victim to Choi Seungcheol. Even if theyβre already failing.
two:Β
Pathetically, you've retreated to the library to take your mind off things. Taking a quiet corner you've always claimed. The familiar musty smell of yellowed paper and the outside rain truly healed your heart. You neatly set up your folders, pushing up your slipping bluelight glasses.
It was perfect actually, the clouds blocking the shining sun with fat drops of rain. An unexpected heavy sigh escaped your lips, as you stared at your blank document. You came here to distract yourself, but you spot a touchy couple a few tables away to your right.Β
You can see his hand squeeze her thigh in broad fluorescent lighting. How her leg is thrown over his knee, and how their shoulders rubbed against each other.Β
Your nails dugged into your knees unconsciously at the sight. The tension in your jaw snapped you back to reality.
God, get a room, you thought.Β
As your knee bounced anxiously, you can't help your drifting mind.Β
Imagining the warmth and pressure of someone else's hands. Their own personal scent fogging your mind, their voice soft and reserved for you. His strong arms draped over your shoulder like it belonged there as he played with your hair. A gummy smile growing, making his dimples cave in his cute cheeks. His full, pouty lips distract you from his attentive eyesβ¦
You shook your head to snap yourself out of this perverted daze. You can't believe you just thought about Seungcheol. Wait. Was that Seungcheol you were thinking about?Β
An annoyed sigh escaped your bitten lips, your eyes snapping back down to the bare document.Β
-
Ten minutes went by. Then fifteen. Then thirty.
Your nail tapped insistenly against the metal of your laptop while your bouncing knee practically shook the whole table. The downpour of the rain was getting louder and more intense, some people fleeing into the library to just wait it out.
Your mind returned to those past imaginations, absolutely wrecking your concentration. You feel too immersed in your thoughts, even to the point where your heart started racing at the idea.
Itβs almost like you can feel his breath mingling with yours and stealing the air out of your lungs. A phantom brush of his nose against your pulse point, that familiar charming smile haunting against your neck. His annoyingly addicting scent that is tailored to him and him only. Just the mere thought of him has you wrecked.
Suddenly, you take a moment, sniffing the air like a weirdo. You could have sworn you smelt his signature scent. A whiff of the gut wrenching cedary citrus hit you, a chill running straight up your spine. Thereβs no doubt that it's Seungcheol's cologne.Β
An annoyed and pent up sigh left your mouth. Your head falling into your palms as you groaned, trying to clear your head just in case heβs actually lurking around.
His cologne got stronger, the scent haunting you, or maybe you were thinking about him too much. It was like you manifested him into existence.Β
Suddenly, you feel the warmth of someone elses body radiating onto yours.
βCan I sit here?β A smug voice asked, already pulling the chair out to sit besides you.
A wave of his cologne smacked you awake, and you finally peeked through your fingers.
Seungcheol was sitting there, close enough for you to see the droplets of rain on his hair. How his damp shirt accentuated his firm chest, and beads of rain dripping down his defined biceps.
Oh my god. This is truly a sight of sore eyes, you must admit.
βWhat?β A sputtered laugh escaped him, his hand running through his damp hair. The mussed hair made him look even more sexier, making your teeth gritting in annoyance.
βWhat do you want?β You softly groaned out, peeking at him again. Youβre trying to avoid his eyes, especially the fact youβve been thinking about him for the past hour.
βWoah, chill.β Seungcheol breathed out, looking you up and down, almost like he was savoring the sight in front of him. Thatβs weird. Heβs being weird. You feel weird.
You looked around the library, catching his friends goofing off. Theyβre mishandling books, getting their wet clothes on the carpet, and making an awfully loud ruckus in a library. You cringe at the sight of them.
βWhy donβt you just go with them?β You asked pointedly, but you completely understand that you wouldnβt wanna be seen with idiots like them.
βBecause.β Seungcheol murmured, you could feel his eyes burning holes into you.Β
βOkay, whatever.β You grumbled, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. Your fingers pushed up absently at your bluelight glasses, using this as an excuse to hide your flushing face.
What does he even mean, βbecauseβ? Did he want to hang out with you? Did he see you and decided he wanted your company instead of his close friends? Does he enjoy being around you?
Noβ youβre overthinking all of this. Your friends are right, heβs evil. Heβs just playing games with you right now. Heβs eager to watch how you play the next move.Β
You sighed loudly as you opened up the blank document again, which is a weak attempt to distract yourself.
βHey, at least talk to me.β The pout is so strong in his tone, you couldnβt help but laugh in shock.
βExcuse me?β You shamelessly smiled toward him, skeptical at his sulking. Seungcheol did this from time to time with you, but him being sad over not getting your attention? This is a new reaction.
βI wanted to see what you were doing here so late, at least talk to me.β He admitted quietly.
One blink. Two blinks.Β
βOh.β You mumbled out stupidly, like you suddenly forgot how to use your mouth. The soft admission made you burn red like a fool, and just like that, heβs taken a pawn. Seungcheol has you in a vulnerable spot.
βWhat?β A sly smirk curled on the corner of his lips.
Fucking asshole. He knew what he was doing to you, and it seemed to egg him on even more, wanting to elicit more reactions out of you.
βNothingβ¦ Iβm just finishing up homework.β You murmured, hoping thatβll suffice. You turned your body away again, trying to tell him youβre done playing verbal chess.
βFinishing? Youβve been staring at the same empty doc for the pastβ¦ I donβt know, since Iβve been here.β Seungcheol mentioned, his fingers drumming too close to your arms. Your brain immediately rolled in thoughts you should not be thinking about right now.
βHey. Are you even listening?β He sulked again.
βSorry, Iβm so focused, I donβt ever hear annoying people talking.β You explained, briefly turning your head to glance at him.
βIβm so not annoying, what are you even talking about?β Seungcheol inched closer. Itβs almost like he knew what his proximity was doing.
He must be doing such bullshit on purpose. He moved his hand besides yours, your forearms parallel. You can feel a tingling sensation as his eyes dragged down your body. Itβs driving you insane, what are his intentions?Β
βYeah? Thatβs the first stage, denial.β You smiled, proud at your effortless and witty comeback.
Seungcheol let out a weak laugh, an audible sign of defeat. Your heart launched into your throat as he leaned in even more, his cologne a familiar punch to your gut, his breath fanning over your exposed arm. Seungcheol is evilβ conniving and evil and so utterly handsomeβ your friends were more than right.
βHar-har, you really got me there.β Seungcheol murmured lowly, his voice sending pathetic shivers up your spine. He was resting his chin on his palm, which brought his face impeccably closer to yours.
He pulled back slowly, keeping his eyes on you. Your stomach launched into your throat, praying that it didnβt show on your face.Β
But the way the smirk curled up on those plush lips of his, he clearly saw right through you. He saw how your eyes diverted like skidding mice, the way your knee stopped bouncing for a mere second, he knew you too well to not see it.Β
For a moment you couldnβt breathe in the air of tension, you couldnβt fathom the thought of his eyes peeling back the layers you spent years putting up. When youβre with him, itβs like a fog-dense maze that never ends. Everytime though, he always found a way to end before you, and won your little mind games.
Thankfully, Seungcheol doesnβt comment on it, and you tore your eyes away before they could wander further. You finally occupied yourself with the very much blank document in front of you.
As you typed away, you canβt help but feel that heβs closer than before. His body heat made your arm hairs prick up at the sudden warmth.
If this couldnβt get any worse, you curiously glance back at him.Β
Heβs already staring. Eyes calculating you before he checkmated your king: your dignity and pride.
A whole body chill struck you, making you snap your head away in urgency. You bit your inner lip to distract you from hysterically screaming, whilst bouncing your knee anxiously once again.Β
He leaned in closer now, his arm near your laptop.Β
βDid I finally get your attention?β Seungcheol hummed, his voice husky and so awfully warm. The tone running you up straight into a spiral.
βFuck off, I came here to study by myself.β You managed to mumble back, it came out more meek than you expected.
βAm I not an exception?β Seungcheol frowned, leaning in impeccably closer, like he wanted you to look at him again. His eyes followed your avoidant ones as his breath mingled with the air you breathe, his whole presence beckoning you.
You werenβt stupid, you wouldnβt fall for his manipulating acts.Β
βYouβre less than an exception, youβre not even an option.β You bitterly comment as you turn your attention back to your laptop.
He let out a low whistle. βStruck a nerve there, didnβt I?β
βI just wanted to be with you.β Seungcheol mumbled, like he was worried the words would land differently.
Okay, you are kind of stupid. You let your eyes reach him again, peeking at him off your right shoulder.
You feel even more stupid, as your heart physically ached when you see him get up. His pointer finger brushing over your knuckle on accident, you hope on accident.Β
βIβll just go if this is the case. See you at home then.β He held your eyes for a beat longer than you expected. It was like he wanted to say more, but was too hesitant.
You didnβt notice how your hand bunched up the fabric of your sweats in that weirdly tense moment. His eyes searched yours, desperately almost; it felt like he was trying to read you, but you were a complicated riddle. He walked off with his back towards you and his friends following him like dogs.
βFuck.β You muttered once he was out of earshot, burying your face in your hands.
There goes your hour of concentration. Thanks a lot, Choi Seungcheol.
β
Besides Seungcheol bombarding your mind, your friends, Erika and Jennifer, are blowing up your phone.Β
They keep on sending inspo pictures of group photos they want to take on their digital cameras. They even have your outfit planned out to the tea. Theyβre assigning each other roles to make sure any guy, besides Seungcheol, will talk to you.
A nervous flutter rose to your chest as you thought about the party.
So much for studying, you thought. You packed up, stuffing your laptop with the still empty document. You were heading to Erikaβs house, which was close to the library.
Erika thoroughly explained how sheβs going to do your makeup, and the clothes that she had prepared for you. Pinterest photo after another, youβve realized thereβs no way you can back out now.
Jennifer and Erika ended up arguing on the vibe. Jennifer said chic and simple, nothing too showy or βsluttyβ, but that would be hypocriticalβ¦ as Jenniferβs best friend is a lethal v-cut neckline.Β
Erika strongly pushed for a cowl neckline, with the backless feature. With complimenting tight bootcut jeans that show off the curvature of your ass perfectly. Of course only she would think about what your butt would look like in jeans.Β
Though, they came to a conclusion: a micro skirt, that youβre hundred percent sure your butt will be hanging out of. For the top, they managed to battle it out and decided on a simple black tank, with a lacy bra that is not debatable.Β
β
Your heart beat thrummed through your skin, your fingers anxiously tapped on the vanity. Erika hovered around you like a humming bird with her hands all over your hair. Jennifer is constantly skipping through songs, trying to find the right vibe.Β
An unsettling feeling dwelled in your stomach.Β
Youβre really doing this, you thought. Youβre seriously going to waltz in and flaunt your stuff just to spite Seungcheol. Maybe even kiss another guy, just to show Seungcheol that you donβt want him. Your brain is going down a steep spiral about Seungcheol, and you need a way to get out.
βTo be honest guys, I donβt even like Seungcheol like that.β You murmured pathetically, hoping thatβll deter the fire burning in their eyes.
βLike, he always sleeps around andβ¦ you know? It's just I don't likeβ¦ guys like that.β You poorly explained your alibi. It was a futile attempt, sadly earning skeptical looks from them.Β
They all knowβ so do youβ that you can't resist the temptations of Choi Seungcheol. Especially being so sexually frustrated, he is a living wet dream for you.
βExcuses, excuses. At least see this as an opportunity to network and have fun, who knows you might be able to network yourself some dick because youβre such a smooth talker.β Jennifer retorted, smudging her eyeliner.Β
She sat on the floor, hunched over the mirror and still pressing the skip button. How did she even have any skips left? Erika was still busy running around you with a curling iron. She had meticulously done your makeup, enhancing your features and making you look completely brand new.
You had insisted you can do it yourself, but Erika proclaimed sheβs a pro, and she knows what sheβs doing. Which she 100% is a pro, as you can barely recognize yourself, in a good way at least.
βYeah, Jenβs right. Just have fun, donβt think about Seungcheol. Plus heβll probably be sucking off someoneβs face anyways, itβll ruin your good vibes.β Erika added as she scrunched the cooling curl.Β
Erika wasnβt the best at delivering advice, like Jenniferβs blunt demeanor, but hearing that sentence: βsucking off someoneβs faceβ, made your heart sink. You knew it was granted to happen for him, but hearing it aloud hurt even more. It bubbled in your stomach, just to rise and puncture your aching heart.
It was almost like they sensed it, and on cue Jennifer pulled a big ass bottle of Titoβs vodka out of nowhere.
βWe should pregame, if you donβt want to, you donβt have toβ¦β Jennifer singed-songed, already pouring herself a shot.
Erika rejected it, and so did you. You rejected because you didnβt want to end up wailing about your feelings, and half because youβd end up way drunk before you even arrived.Β
three:
You arrived at the party, the night air nipping at your ankles as you got out. Erika and Jennifer are a couple of steps ahead of you, talking about how theyβre not going to drink too much.
Every step you took was met with a sharp pain in your heels. Your hands constantly tugged down your riding skirt. The awful push up bra you have on is digging straight into your ribs, and you feel too vulnerable with your cleavage out. Your friends keep on urging you to take pictures, but your hair keeps on flying into your lip gloss.Β
You don't fit here, you feel like a shell of your body. Guys are smoking on the front lawn, girls are already stumbling out even though the party has barely started. You can feel the music before hearing it, thrumming quickly through your pulse. You're met with a conglomerate smell of cologne, weed, and alcohol.
What's worse is as soon as you get eaten by the swarm of people, it's like the lights dim and flash on him.
Seungcheol.
He's talking to the girl you remember who he said gave him sloppy head, or was it another girl? Who knows. Though, he doesn't seem too upset about that. His hand automatically found the small of her back, his thumb brushing over the divot right before the curve of her ass.
Your stomach churned uncomfortably as bile bubbled in the back of your throat.Β
His hands are traveling, feeling her, memorizing each dip with the tips of his fingers. A ghost of fingers repeated it on your own frame, your arms wrapped around you sheepishly. Get out of your head, you spoke to yourself.
You involuntarily swallowed as you finally pried your eyes away, you didn't notice how dry your mouth had gotten at the sight of them. Erika looked at you weirdly, tugging on your arm to snap you out of this hypnotized daze.
"Hey, what are you looking at? Hurry, let's get drinks before they all just start tasting like fruit punch and not vodka!" She laughed, her shrill tone dumping the ice cold reality back onto you.
Fuck. You couldn't shake off this gnawing feeling in your stomach. The burning ache in your heart. The indescribable brain fog prevented you from even trying to comprehend how you feel. This isn't jealousy, you painfully remind yourself, you're not even interested in him. He doesn't even want you.
Jennifer placed a drink in your hand, and as she looked away, you've already downed it. The liquid burning down your throat as the alcohol taste sticked on your tongue. You carelessly tossed the cup, groaning at the taste.
"Dude! Are you fucking stupid?" She gaped at you as you wiped the alcohol off your lips.
"I think so." You grumbled back. You get another cup, to occupy your hands for the most part.
Erika and Jennifer keep a wary eye on you, their mouths still ajar in shock.Β
β
To your demise, the alcohol hit you hard. You make up an excuse to leave the jungle of dancing people and flying arms. Finding yourself in the dimly lit kitchen, you take this chance to rest against the counter.
Even with all the heaps of alcohol clouding your brain beyond consciousness, the image of Seungcheol standing so intimately with that girl is etched into your brain. You shivered as a phantom finger traced the curve of your waist. It traveled up slowly, like it was memorizing the exact slope of it.
"Why are you here?" The hand wasn't a ghost. It was Seungcheolβs. He was leaning in, scanning your face intently like you were outlandish. Which wasnβt entirely wrong.
A sharp gasp yanked from your chest, the sight of him immediately sobered you up. He has the evil audacity to laugh in your face. His fingers brushed against yours deliberately on the edge of the counter, his left hand holding his cup as he brought it to his lips.
You try not to stare, really, but the way he held eye contact with you as he drank, you couldn't help but watch. You swallow, eyes finally yanking away as soon as you have some decorum.
Seungcheol leaned in again, his cologne making your knees feel like jelly. "Why are you here? This isn't your type of crowd." He asked again while his fingers creeped up onto your tense knuckles, delicately brushing them like he was scared you'll pull away.
"'Cause, I wanted to." You muttered lamely, shamelessly following his touch with your eyes. You watched his fingers brush up your forearms, but you did it mostly to avoid his stare.
"Just 'cause?" Seungcheol teased softly, leaning his head against the cabinets as he looked at you carefully. Almost tenderly. Almost.
"Yeah." The singular word sounded stupidier than you thought.Β
Although, you could care less because youβve already made yourself a fool, for falling in love with someone out of your league.Β
When you look back up at Seungcheol, heβs already staring with an intensity you canβt quite put a finger to. Whether it was hunger or perceptive, your skin feels staticky with heat with his eyes on you.
"Whose attention are you trying to get here?" Seungcheol murmured, inching closer, and you pathetically sucked up a breath.
You forget to answer the question, too distracted on how his lips parted when he talked. His words are muddled in the cloud of his cologne and proximity. Your stomach fluttered childishly, and you canβt tell if itβs the alcohol, or simply him. He nudged your knee with his as he inched closer, and your eyes snapped back up to his eyes.
"I said, who are you trying to attract? You look too good tonight." You hated how his voice resonated deep in your gut. How you wished he spoke to you more, and spoke only sweet nothings.
You immediately gave him a cold shoulder, because it didnβt matter if you looked good or bad, he clearly wasnβt interested in you.Β
βNobody in particular.β You admited, but your brain kept on flashing images of Seungcheol with his βgirlfriendsβ, reminding why youβre here.
βOh really? So your skirt is short enough to see your ass just for fun? Hm?β Seungcheol pressed further, his fingertips brushing against yours.
βHm? Clearly itβs paying off.β You retorted, unsure why it sounded so bitter.
βOh?β Seungcheol cocked an eyebrow that made your knees almost buckle in. He manuevered to stand in front of you, caging you in against the counter.Β
You bite back the gasp that threatened to escape, but he heard your breath hitching. His cologne jumped into your lungs, and infiltrated your mind. His fingers gripped onto the counter beside you, and you didnβt notice how white his knuckles are. Seungcheol held your eyes with an intensity youβve never seen before, and fuck, you wanted to see it more often.
βI saw when you arrived. Way before you even looked at me. Way before I evenβ even talked to that girl.β Seungcheol admitted quietly, intimately.
βI saw the way you looked at us.β He murmured, leaning in closer making his voice rumbling in your chest.
βSo? You know I hate public display of affection.β You grumbled back, leaning away by the slightest.
βI know.β He stated simply and clearly.
βOkay, if you know, then thatβs your answer to my reaction.β You blatantly excuse.
A beat passed, making anxiety bubble in your chest.Β
βYouβre jealous.βΒ
Your facade faded immediately like shattered glass. Those two simple words that escaped his lips dug right into your gut. Seungcheol saw the truth flash in your eyes, and like an instant, his face softened.
βAm I right?β Seungcheol said with a slight smile.
βYou wish.β You scoffed in retort, turning your head away.
βYouβre lying, plus it doesnβt suit you anyways.β He leaned in, tilting your head up with his pointer finger.
βDonβt lie to me.β He whispered over your lips, your hands jumping at your sides.
βSeungcheolββ you attempted to protest, confused and exactly where you wanted to be.
βWhy? Why do you do this all the time? Do you think Iβm shallow?β Seungcheol held your face with his fingers, stroking your lower lip gently with his thumb. Your breathing picked up at his words, and his implications. You thought you hid your emotions well, that you didnβt care if Seungcheol slept around. Clearly, he saw right through you.
βWell,β you started, but your throat dried up, and you canβt bring yourself to admit it.
Admit that youβve been daydreaming about him doing things to you, youβd rather die than say such words.
βWell, whatever you're thinking about, stop it.β Seungcheol sighed, pressing his forehead against yours. He dropped his hand from your face, and moved them to your sides.Β
Ever so briefly squeezing your hips before wrapping his arms around your waist. You see him shut his eyes, his lashes brushing over the soft skin.
Your brain short circuited at the touch, your hands jumping to his chest. His breath is mingling with yours, his arms feel heavier than you imagined, and god⦠you love it.
βIβve been walking on eggshells around you.β Seungcheol confessed gently, his body leaning into yours like heβs seeking your comfort. His admission explained why heβs been ignoring you recently.
βI donβt know how else to approach youβ¦ but to do thisβ¦β He gestured by squeezing you flush against the firm wall of his chest.
βTo at least show you that I like you.β Seungcheol whispered, his eyes fluttered open to catch your widened ones.
βMe?β You stupidly asked.
βYou,β Seungcheol answered tenderly, βof course you. Youβre so admirable. Youβ¦β He sighed, squeezing his arms around you tighter.Β
Seungcheol groaned as he buried his face into your neck, making you shiver at the sensation of his breath. Itβs ticklish at first, but melded into a soft reminder of his presence.
βYouβre so smart, determined, and so perfect in so many ways.β Seungcheol professed, pulling his head out from your neck.
βBut you pull away so oftenβ Iβm worried if I come off too strong, or you think Iβm a horrible person. But I can understand why.β He stated clearly, holding your eyes with unspoken desire.
Youβre at a loss for words with a lump in your throat. All Seungcheol did was smile, and it painfully made your heart lurch at how bad you want him. Forget what your friends said, forget disappointment, you want Seungcheol so bad every nerve in your body is jumping to his touch.
βWhat? You have this look, like youβre seeing a ghost.β Seungcheolβs lips hovered dangerously over yours, his hands cupping your soft cheeks. His thumb stroked over your cheekbone, feeling your skin burn hot under his touch.
βJustβ¦ Iβm just shocked.β You sputtered out, to at least speak a coherent sentence. Your eyes darted between his lips and eyes, and he smirked at the small gesture.Β
βAbout what?β A cheeky smile grew on his lips, like he knew this was going to be your reaction.Β
βThat a guy like me is into a girl like you?β Seungcheol leaned in, and with the motion he removed his arms from your waist. They traveled to the counter behind you, caging you in and pressing his hips against yours.
It ellicted a gasp from your lips, with a jolt of arousal blooming between your legs. He mentally took note of your reaction, his teeth sinking down in his lower lip to restrain himself.
βIs it that?β Your eyes snapped up to meet his. Seungcheolβs head is tilted down to meet yours.Β
You look down at his lips, hoping he didnβt notice. In which, he very much did. Another smug smirk grew on his face as his hand came to tilt your chin up.
βTell me, whatβs so shocking about me liking you?β His words swirled in your gut, especially the way his eyes held yours with desire.Β
βIβ Itβs notβ¦ as simple as you think.β You managed to speak. Your brain and heart were a puddle; your morals are gone, as you just follow this feeling of warmth youβve dreamt about.
βIt isnβt?β Seungcheol mused. Those simple words have your knees shaky, and you swear your heart is beating so fast itβs visible against your chest.
He pressed a finger right in the middle of your forehead. βYour big, beautiful brain must be complicating it, huh?β Seungcheol smiled all knowingly, and somehow you found yourself laughing.
An even bigger smile grew on his lips at the sweet noise. Seungcheolβs heart swelled with an unfamiliar fondness at the sight. He wanted to memorize the way your eyes crinkled and your smile lines deepened with your laugh. Most importantly, he wanted to be the one making you laugh.
βWhat? Am I right for once?β He wrapped his arm around your waist again, bringing your chest flush against his. The smile didnβt fade from his lips, almost like he was trying to bask in the bubbly mood you were in.
βMaybe.β You shook your head in disbelief, finally meeting his eyes with confidence.
Silence fell over the both of you. Either in agreement or understanding, but a mutual feeling floated between you two.
βI wanna hear more.β Seungcheol admitted, stroking your cheekbone with unexpected tenderness.
βMβ¦more about what?β Your cheeks burn under his touch, his other hand squeezing your hip.
βAbout whatβs going on in that head of yours.β Seungcheolβs hand slid up your spine, wracking a shiver out of you. He pressed your body taut against his, trying to dissapate the space. It worked increasingly well, as the room felt small, that it was just you and him.
βGod no, itβd be so embarrassing to admit aloud. To you.β You laugh weakly, your hands deciding to travel on his chest. Firm muscle is all you can feel under your palms, and heβs clearly enjoying the attention.Β
βReally? What is it? You think about me in a certain way?β Seungcheol asked while raising a knowing eyebrow.
Your eyes blinked wider, and an immediate blush grew on your cheeks. Your hands froze their travel on his chest and landed on his shoulders to ground yourself.
All he does is laugh, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Seungcheol found you so unbearably cute, pulling back out to look at you with a gummy smile.
βIβm right again, arenβt I?βΒ
βFuck off, seriously.β You groaned out, maneuvering out of his arms to escape Seungcheolβs teasing scrutiny. He almost let you, grabbing onto your wrist once you're an arms length away.
βWhy?β He whined, tugging you back. βLet's go back home. Leave this stupid party.β
You know what his intentions are, you know damn well.Β
And of course you're going to say yes.
β
Youβre sheepishly toeing off your kitten heels, feeling shy with his eyes on you for what felt like ages. Youβre unsure why heβs staring, but it made your skin flush from your cheeks to your neck.
βWhat?β You mumbled out, feeling out of place.
βNothing.β Seungcheol smiled, walking towards you once your heels are finally off.
His hands are back on your body, your heart leaping into your throat. Your eyes expectantly darted over the expanse of his face. He cupped your cheeks, grounding you with the warmth of his palm.
βCan I kiss you?β Seungcheol quietly asked, tilting your head up to meet his lips.
A shaky exhale left your lips as you nod mutely, your hands sliding up his chest. A silent gesture that you want him as bad as he wants you.
Without a second word his lips surged and chased after yours.Β
You struggled to keep up with his pace, his hands and mouth all over you. Seungcheol walked you back towards his bedroom, his hands sneaking under your skirt to grab a handful of your ass. In response, you yelped at the sudden sensation of Seungcheolβs hands kneading at your globes, and clamped your thighs around his hand once his ring finger rubbed the hem of your wet panties.Β
Seungcheol pried your legs open and wrapped them around his waist, and you easily complied, tightening your legs as he carried you. His hands shoving your shirt under your bra, feeling the slope of your waist and the warmth you're burning.
βGod, you donβt wanna know the things I wanted to do when I first saw you.β Seungcheol groaned into your lips.Β
You gasped for air, and he easily took it away. Each kiss was going breath for breath, and you couldnβt complain. His teeth dragging down your lower lip, his tongue sliding against yours languidly. You curl into his touch, utterly wrecked and dying for more. You can barely respond with his tongue in your mouth. The way he worked it made you feel all fluttery and lightheaded.Β
His hands roamed the expanse of your skin, feeling how your pulse jumped whenever he deepened the kiss. Seungcheol gripped onto you like this was a dream, and he was just trying to ground himself.
A shiver wracked your body as his lips found their way to your neck. His breath tickling your neck just as you imagined, your hands clutching onto his shirt helplessly in response.
"Seungcheol-" you pant out at the sensation. He placed soft, wet kisses along your neck and collarbone.
He hummed against your skin, relishing how your voice vibrated against his lips. He dragged his tongue up the slope of your neck, savoring your perfume and the salty taste of your skin. Seungcheolβs nose nuzzled against your pulse point before nipping and sucking at it. Your breath hitched, your hands gripping on his shoulders to ground yourself.
"I need you to say my name more often." He mouthed into your skin, nipping and sucking a blooming hickey. βIt sounds good from your lips.β He mused, pulling back to look at your flushed face.
Your kiss-bitten lips make you even more irresistible. The reddening hickey on your collar was deepening, and a rush of pride flooded through Seungcheolβs system.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled you into his lap, pressing his hips up shamelessly. A hot rush flooded your body, your hips jumping in shock, but still dragged along his cock in response. Your eyes blew open in shock, but he just groaned into your neck. He bucked the bulge of his dick right against your clit with a desirable precision, yanking out a sharp gasp from you. A jolt of pleasure made your body shiver, and writhe against his movements.Β
"Gonna make you feel so good. So fucking good." His voice was husky and strained. Unable to stop his rutting like a horny teenager, but the way you gasped and rolled your hips when he did, he couldn't hold back. The rough material of his jeans dug into the thin fabric of your panties has you mewling. Youβre too distracted to cover your noises, and fuck, he rolled his hips harder to ellict a sharp gasp from your lips.
"Ah- fuck, Seungcheol." You stammered out, trying to ignore the blossoming heat and ache when he rubbed his hips up. He did it slowly and deliberately, dragging it against your needy clit. Your brain already was blanking with the coiling pleasure in your stomach.
"Do you feel how bad I want you?" Seungcheol removed his head away from your neck, his hands gliding on your sides. He played with the bunched up fabric of your tank, admiring how disheveled you looked from his simple ministrations.
You nod, your lips in a tight line of restraint. He can see the way your teeth sink into your lower lip, and you noticed Seungcheol hasn't even looked you in the eye once.
His attention was fully on your mouth, how your lips have a wet sheen of spit, and have that red look after kissing you so intensely, how he pulled out moans after moans.
"I canβt fucking hold back anymoreβ¦" He breathed out, his lips on your skin, rolling his hips again. You can't help but chase after that feeling, grinding back onto him. He groaned in response, his eyes glinting with something dark. His hands squeezedΒ your hips to stop you, or well, to stop himself.
"Let me be inside you. Mouth, finger, dick, whatever you want baby." Seungcheolβs breathing labored, like he's holding back his true power.
The way heβs looking at you like a goddess, like a deity, has you melting into his lap. Your hips weakly squirming on his lap, missing the friction. He weakly laughed, kissing your cheek, and easily rolled his hips back up in a slow movement.
"Should I just take my time with you? Find what you like, since it's your first, hm?" Seungcheol nipped at your jaw, kissing your cheek.
Your stomach flipped as his words were an awful reminder. Yes, this was your first, but it wouldn't be the first time you wished Seungcheol would fuck you so dumb, you would forget your own name. His hands squeezed your hips, as his sneaky fingers dipped into your waistband hesitantly as he waited for you to answer.Β
"Yeah- yeah... whatever you... wanna do to me." You mumbled out embarrassingly, and you can see the groan being yanked from his chest. Seungcheolβs eyes fell shut as he buried his face into your chest. He took a deep breath of your scent, nipping at your skin to hide the second groan.
"Fuck..." He practically moaned, his brain working overtime to even process a sane thought.
"Why would you say that?" He whispered, his breath hot against your prickled skin.
"I want that." You murmured, cupping his face to look at you again. That does it. His eyes are glinting with pure adrenaline and desire. He kissed you hard, breathless and hungry.
This wasn't like any kiss you had before, they were always tentative and timid. This kiss is fueled with desire and pure lust as his teeth crash against yours carelessly. There was practically no air between you two, with his nose smashed against your cheek. His hands gripping you with a tightness that'll leave you with bruises, that you are more than thankful for.
He flipped you in his lap so easily, it made your brain spin at his sheer strength. His breath tickled your ear as you pressed your back against his chest.
"If you want it so bad, baby, then watch me do it." He whispered into your ear, and fuck, your thighs clamped immediately.Β
He let out a laugh, βNot so confident now, are you?βΒ
He nipped at the shell of your ear as he cooed sweet nothings, not helping the already soaked part in your panties. He pried your legs back open like he owned them, his fingers rubbing circles into your clammy inner thighs.
His fingertips alone on your skin have you already squirming and feeling hot. You've spent too many nights dragging your fingers along your body, wishing it was Seungcheol's instead.
"Baby, watch." He whined gently, prodding his nose against your cheekbone.Β
Your eyes shoot up to the floor length mirror in front of you. It's dim in his room, but the bedside lamp illuminated the room more than enough.Β
You can see how much bigger Seungcheol is than you, how he has his whole body draped over you. The light showed each shadow of his muscle on his biceps, making his jaw sharp as he whispered praises. And most importantly the bulge of his thick cock tucked in his pants. You simply shake your head, swallowing your dry mouth at the thought of his dick.
"Are you watching?" Seungcheol murmured, his hands trailing your body slowly, giving you no idea where he'll put them.
He took his time, kissing your neck while memorizing each crook, each shiver, each gasp he took out when he touched a sensitive part. Seungcheol pulled your shirt off, tossing it away like it was covered in acid. His hand stroked your stomach, and went to take off your bra. He unclasped it with a familiar precision that made your heart twist. He must have done it regularly to do it with such ease. His actions immediately shut up your thoughts, as he circled your aerola with his pointer finger.
The soft, ghost-like sensation has you squirming pathetically. He smiled wickedly, kissing and licking the shell of your ear.
His breath fanned cold against your damp skin, your hands balling up into fists at the feeling.Β
βFeel good?β He murmured, his voice rumbling in your chest.
You helplessly nod, your hips flexing for any pressure on your weepy cunt. He took note of it, but did nothing to help you, enjoying the way you withered under his touch so easily. Seungcheol continued to drag his pointer finger languidly around your hardening nipple, never really touching it.
Heat pooled in between your legs, everything feeling fuzzy from the alcohol and adrenaline. It enhanced the way the rough pad of his thumb brushed over your nipple at a torturous pace. That simple gesture made you writhe under his touch so easily. His other hand ran down your stomach, making it flex in anticipation.Β
He stopped right at the waistband of your skirt, his breathing surprisingly even against your cheek.
βYou see how beautiful you are?β Seungcheol practically purred, admiring how wrecked you already look.Β
Seungcheol brushed your stomach with his thumb, playfully dipping his nail into your navel before toying with the band of your skirt. He eventually took it off, leaving you in only your panties.
βSay yes.β He murmured, nipping at your jaw. At first, your throat seemingly didnβt work. But when he returned his fingers to roll and tug at your hardened nub between his pointer and thumb, a sharp gasp yanked from your lips.Β
βY-yes.β You breathed out shakily, still lust-clouded. He noted how your stomach caved in the mirror at the touch, a sly grin growing on his lips.
βSuch a good girl. You listen so well.β He praised quietly.
His hand dipped past your waistband, making you tense in anticipation. His fingers applied pressure past your bladder, down to your mons pubis, massaging down there for a moment. You whined impatiently, making Seungcheolβs smirk ghost on your cheek. The sudden pressure on your clit made your thighs twitch, his lips kissing your neck to distract you.Β
Slowly, he coaxed out moans from your lips. The pad of his finger rubbed the sensitive nub in circles. His hand returned back to toy with your hardened nipple, flicking it lightly compared to the pressure on your clit. The touch on your puffy clit has you withering so easily. The noises of pleasure push at your bitten lips, and it just pet Seungcheolβs ego.Β
Heβs the one doing this to you, heβs the one watching you unravel, heβs the one.
His finger left your chest and tapped your jaw, returning your attention back to your face in the mirror. Heβs already watching you squirm in his lap with heavy lidded eyes.
βDonβt take your eyes off.β Seungcheol commanded, pressing harder on your clit and making you jump. βIβll show you who knows this pussy the best.β
His words of promise made you pathetically whimper. Seungcheol smirked at your reaction, keeping his cheek pressed against your, making sure you watched him. Seungcheol ran two fingers down your weepy folds, smearing your arousal around.Β
βGodβ so wet already.β He kissed your temple, a stark tender gesture.
You can only whimper in response, already flooded with pleasure that buzzed under your skin. Seungcheol pressed a digit against your entrance, spreading your slick onto your puffy folds. His thumb worked on your achy, needy clit; watching you with hungry eyes through the mirror.Β
Your hands balled up the material of his jeans to steady yourself in the pool of pleasure. You canβt help but shut your eyes, and relish the feeling. He already has you gasping and mewling at the sensation like a needy little thing.
His finger tapped on your jaw again, your eyes snapping back to the mirror. You were so lost in the sensation, you forgot to abide by his rule.
Suddenly, Seungheolβs hand goes still, making your hips twitch needily. An upset whine fell from your lips, and he just tapped on your jaw again, a silent reminder.
βW-what? What happenedβ¦β You helplessly pant out, confused and so utterly horny. Your core aches at the loss of him, a throbbing ghost-like sensations on your clit.
βBaby, I said watch.β Thereβs a demanding grit to his tone that sent a shiver up your spine. So scarily so, it made you swallow thickly in panic, and nod.
βY-yes. Okay, I- I will.β You responded back, so eager to please and to get pleased.
βSay it.β Seungcheol stated bluntly, earning a dumbfounded look from you.
βSayβ¦ say what?β
βSay what you want from me.β He rephrased, his thumb rubbing lazily on your clit. The touch made you whimper, and he immediately pulled back, wanting to hear you plead.
You flushed a deep pink, and he simply smiled. Those annoyingly charming dimples deepened, making you whine in protest.
βBeg you mean?β You groaned at the thought.
βShould I have said that in the first place? Did you want me to say: beg for how badly you want my fingers inside this wet pussy?β He mused, that shit eating grin never leaving his lips. Seungcheolβs clearly enjoying the way you squirm and blush at the sight of him touching you with your panties on.
You tensed up at his words, your pussy aching so desperately now. You could have sworn he felt the hot trickle of arousal drip down your thighs, making him smirk all knowingly.
βNoβ noβ¦ I understood.β You scrambled to say, trying to grapple back your dignity.
βThen beg.β He sternly commented, his voice was low against your ear. Your body shivering at the thought of his touch.
βPleaseβ¦ please I need your fingers.β You pathetically attempted, your eyes stuck on him in the mirror.Β
βWhere, baby?β Seungcheol tugged down your panties and tossed them carelessly, baring your hot folds to the air.
βInβ¦ inside me.β You answered meekly, hoping thatβll be enough.
βGood job, beautiful.β Seungcheol murmured, not needing another word as his fingers were already working again. His pointer finger left your jaw, hoping youβll behave this time.
His lips returned to the sensitive spot he found earlier, Seungcheolβs hands trailed down your stomach which made you twitch in anticipation. Your weepy cunt is getting his jeans all wet, so Seungcheol manuevered your legs, hooking them over his forearms. Your glossy folds are exposed in the mirror, the light glinting against your arousal.
βArenβt you so fucking gorgeous? Spread open just for me, huh?β Seungcheol remarked as his pointer figner traveled down to spread your folds open.Β
He rubbed his middle finger along your slit, and went back up to draw circles around your clit. A shaky exhale escaped your lips at the gentle, tentative touch. He hummed, pressing his lips against your cheek, nipping at the skin for your attention. You understood what he wanted, and turned your head to meet his lips.Β
The pad of his finger rubbed on your entrance, and you couldnβt take it anymore, rutting against it helplessly. He finally slid it inside, curling upwards and immediately finding the sweet spot. A sharp gasp left your lips, and he swallowed it hungrily in the kiss.
Pleasure coiled tightly in your stomach, as he relentlessly rubbed his finger against that spongy point. His thumb pressed rhythmically against your clit, making you squirm and writhe in his grip.
He pulled away from the kiss, βWatch baby.β Seungcheol painstakingly reminded you, but continued thrusting and curling his finger against that spot.Β
It felt impossible to focus on anything else but the delicious pleasure heβs giving you. But you didnβt want him to stop, so your eyes dragged back to the mirror.
The sight of his digit, knuckle deep inside you, has you dripping even more. You watch how his digit slid into your slicked cunt with no resistance. With a second finger in, you didnβt last long. The way they curled against your slick walls and pressed incessantly against a spot has you seeing stars. Your stomach already grew taut with pleasure ready to snap.
The sound of his fingers moving in and out your dripping entrance were matching up with each gasp and whine that escaped you. Your hips bucked and twitched everytime Seungcheol deliberately pressed on that spongy spot inside you.
βClose?β He asked, but he knew the damn answer. He just wanted you to admit it, that heβs the one making you come.
You nod sharply, βYesβ nghβ coming-β you pathetically rasped out.
Seungcheol doubled his efforts, his lips attacking your neck, as his digits thrusted and pressed harder against your sweet spot. The sensation is overwhelming as pleasure hit you in waves. He worked harder to pull out gasps and whines, relentlessly abusing your g-spot with attention.
Your moans died on your tongue as you clamped around him tightly. A rush of pleasure wracking your body as you tensed up on his lap. Your release spilled onto his jeans, leaving an even bigger wet spot than before. He watched you come undone with a hungry glint, rubbing your clit as you came down.Β
He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, making your orgasm feel all fluttery and warm.Β
βSuch a good job, you came so beautifully.β He cooed and dropped your limp legs, tilting your head to meet his lips.
The kiss was slow and rewarding, your pants being swallowed by his groans.Β
Once you two pulled away, he lifted you up effortlessly, and laid you on your back.Β
It was his turn to take off his clothes. As he tugged off his shirt, your wandering hands fumbled to pull off his jeans.
He laughed at how cute you were, with that face of determination but yet frustration. Eventually, he kicked off his jeans and boxer in one smooth motion.Β
Now that he was fully naked, something wasnβt adding up. His dick laid against a patch of trimmed hair, way smaller than you imagined. Your brain was straining, and replaying the shrill moans the girls he was fucking.
βYouβre smaller than I thought.β The words fell off your tongue before you could register.Β
He raised an eyebrow up, and settled between your thighs. He scanned your face one more time, to find any sarcasm, but your confusion was genuine. Maybe you had too high of expectations, but heβs standing tall at around four or five inches.
Noting that you were very serious, Seungcheol laughed. A proud smile on his lips, βIt wonβt feel that small.βΒ
Your stomach fluttered at his retort. He leaned in close enough his breath was fanning over your ear.
βSee for yourself.β Seungcheol reached out for your hand, guiding it to his cock.Β
You tenatively stroked your hand around his length, squeezing before you dragged it back up. He groaned in response, urging you to do more.
Before you know it, his cock laid fully erect, and⦠looked like a fucking weapon. The puzzle pieces finally clicked in your head, he was a fucking grower.
Your lips part in shock, and all he does is smile. He slides his cock against your sticky folds, gathering up your arousal to coat his length.
βWhy are you so quiet now? Hm?β He prodded, pressing his tip against your entrance. Seungcheol continued the action, sliding his cock through your slick folds, making sure it caught at your puckered entrance.
βAhβ didnβtβ I didnβt expect that.β You mumbled out, squirming as he continued to rub his tip on your entrance.
βYou didnβt? Seungcheol hummed, tilting his head as he dragged his cock through your folds, purposefully tapping the tip on your clit.Β
You gasp, your legs squeezing his sides from the direct pressure on your sensitive clit. Seungcheol does it again, and again until you finally sputter out helplessly.
βNoβ no I didnβt.β You scrambled to say, your mind already stirring with pleasure. You helplessly pushed your hips up, and he stopped the attention on your clit.
He tutted, spreading your legs wider with his thighs, and used his thumbs to expose your dripping pussy.
βLook at this greedy thingβ¦ Soaking wet and I havenβt even put my cock in you yet.β He mused, his thumb rubbing next to where you really need him.Β
You bite your lower lip, trying to restrain yourself from saying or doing anything crazy. You wanted to be good for him.
βDoes your pussy want my dick?β Seungcheol pushed his thumb inside, pressing on your walls.Β
A sharp moan escaped your lips, your thighs twitching at the sudden touch. Seungcheol used his thumb to open you wider, holding the head of his cock against your fluttering hole.
βAnswer me.β Seungcheol said firmly, his thumb insistently rubbing on a spot that makes your words catch in your throat.
βYesβ god- please. Seungcheol, I want it.β You gasped out.
βWant what? Use your words, I know youβre a smart girl.βΒ
A dark blush grew on your cheeks, still squirming as his thumb rubbed against your gummy walls.Β
βI wantβ¦ your cock, please.β You begged pliantly.
He groaned at your words, kissing you deeply before removing his thumb.
He broke the kiss to press his forehead against yours, and slowly pushed himself in. The stretch burned, making you clamp around him, a strangled gasp escaping your lips. He kissed your noises away, trying to distract you.
He pulled away to latch his lips against your nipple, making your arch unexpectedly into his mouth. His free hand pinched the other hardened peak, and took the chance to slide a couple inches deeper.
βRelax for me, promise, Iβll make you feel good.β He murmured, capturing your lips once again in a hazy tangle.
Every small thrust Seungcheol made, created your body to go rigid, your lips parting in a ghost of a moan.
βDoing okay?β Seungcheol asked with attentive eyes, his hands sliding along your body appreciatively.
You managed to nod, flushing under his stare.
His control was slipping slightly, from the way you were gripping onto him so tightly whenever he moved, Seungcheol couldnβt take it anymore.
With a bit of his cock left, he filled you up to the hilt, a gasp yanking from your lips. You felt so full, the wind was knocked out of you, and you can feel each vein throbbing against your velvet walls.
Seungcheol rolled his hips, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. He kissed your neck, his hands stroking along your frame. The pleasure is already building up in your stomach, and your skin burned hot when he started whispering sweet praises into your ear.
βFuck- you feel so good.β Seungcheol groaned, slowly dragging his cock along your fluttering walls.
His hands roamed on your body, his lips met your jaw as he continued the relentless grinding. With his experimental rolls, he found a spot that made you gasp and clench around him. An immediate smirk grew on his face as he deliberately rolled his hips into that spot.Β
βRight here? Does it feel good?β Seungcheol pulled back, continuing to rut his hips into that spot. He watched your face contort blissfully with pleasure.
βAh- yesβ fuck, Seungcheol!β You sobbed out as he dragged his cock back before slamming back in, hitting even deeper.
Your pussy gushed with arousal around his length, his hands holding you by your hips and his thumbs dug into your bladder. Your back arched as the pleasure struck you like a lightning bolt, your vision going bleak.
You immediately clamped around him at the pressure, making him groan lowly. He pounded into you a bit faster, pulling you down on his cock quicker.
βFuck, your pussy is sucking on my cock so greedily.β Seungcheol grimaced, trying to hold himself back.Β
Β βDo you need more, hm? Can you take more, baby?β He pulled back before slamming in deeper, and grinding the head of his cock against your g-spot.
A sharp cry yanked from your lips, his thumbs returning the pressure on your bladder. He simply rolled his hips against that spot incessantly.
βPoor baby canβt even speak, can you?β He leaned down, his lips hovering over yours. Seungcheol massaged your stomach again, feeling you clamp down on his cock desperately.
He smirked, crashing his lips against yours as he picked up the pace. Fucking you with renewed energy that has you shifting up the bed.Β
Pleasure struck your body hard, your clit throbbing painfully as he pressed on your bladder harder.
βC-close-β Is all you can croak out, your brain long gone due to the sheer pleasure fogging your senses.
That one word is the only thing Seungcheol needs before he fucked you precisely into the same spot, making you shout and moan his name. His free hand pinching your clit, making you clamp even tighter around his girthy cock. His other hand stayed flat, applying pressure on your bladder.
βYβ gonna squirt for me? Show me, baby, show how good Iβm making you feel.β Seungcheol punctuated his words with his thrusts, the heel of his palm digging straight into your bladder, making you sob out.
That was all it took, and you squirted with a shout. Your juices flooding down your thighs and jumping to your stomach. Seungcheolβs thrusts were getting sloppy at how tight you were sucking onto him, wet squelching noises filling the room. Tears of pleasure streaking down your perfect makeup as you arching into his chest. Seungcheol grunted as you desperately milked his cock, but he held back, trying to lengthen your orgasm.Β
Once you were shaking and squealing after every shallow thrust, he pulled out and crashed his lips against yours. His tongue felt hot as it dragged along yours, you helplessly stuck your tongue back to reciprocate, still floating from the post orgasm.
Your brain was lightheaded as Seungcheol took away your breath with the kiss, and as he swallowed each pant and plea from your plush lips. Seungcheol manhandled your limp body and flipped you onto all fours with ease.Β
βTell me if it's too much, βkay? Gonna fuck you stupid. Gonna show you who really owns this pussy. Sounds good?β Seungcheol spread your legs with his knees, and tugged your ass cheeks apart to reveal your puffy, swollen pussy.
He spanked your clit with his fingers. You jolt at the sensation, a shaky cry escaping your lips. The pain made your core drip at the sting, the rush of adrenaline made your skin feel staticky. You dreamt of this, his roughness and experience, making you tip over the edge, feeling absolutely wrecked.Β
βNgh- please-β You pant, burying your face into the pillows that smell like his cologne and scalp. You helplessly pushed up your hips and he groaned, harshly rubbing on your clit.
βYou want that, huh?β He smirked, continuing to press cruelly on your clit. You're too orgasm-dazed, but you know you need him inside again. You weakly can imagine the way his cock dragged against your fluttery walls, your cunt dripping and gaping around nothing.
You nod erratically into the pillows with incoherent mumbles, pushing up your hips desperately. He groped the round of your ass, rutting his cock into your folds and gathered slick once again. After whining impatiently and rolling your hips back, he laughed and complied.
He aligned his cock back with your entrance, and pushed back in with one full thrust.
A sharp sob yanked out from your chest, your body arching to accommodate his length.Β
βFuckβ¦ look at you, so greedy still. Even made you come twice and you're still as fucking tight.β He pulled back, thrusting in an inch each time. He pulled out further, and harshly thrusted back in, earning a whine from you.
βTrust me, baby, Iβll make you beg me to stop.β Those words made you groan, nodding absently at that promise.
All he does is chuckle, gripping onto your hips so tight, youβre sure itβll bruise. At first he moved slowly, searching for a spot thatβll make you gasp. He leaned over, kissing your exposed neck, down the column of your spine. When he rutted his hips deeper, a sharp, guttural moan escaped you, your body arching back onto his desperately.Β
βNghβ fuckβ there, Seungcheol.β You rasped out, hands digging into the bedsheets.
βI got you, baby.β He placed open-mouthed kisses down your back. He started picking up the pace, and he pulled out to slam straight into the spot that makes you see stars.Β
At some point, each thrust was straight at that toe-curling spot. Your vision went bleak from the pleasure, then a sharp cry coming from your lips as he spanked your right cheek.Β
The tingling sensation amplifying the way his hips slapped against your ass with each thrust. His hand soothed over the blooming red spot, βToo much?β He checked in.
You shook your head, babbling something incoherent afterwards, too lost in the pleasure. He groaned, kneading your plush ass before fucking you faster.Β
βToo fucked out to respond, youβre so cute.β Seungcheol mumbled, more to himself, as his hands glided along your body appreciatively.
A sharp whine escaped your lips, your body arching like a cat as you buried your face into his pillows.Β
Your sobs are muffled against the pillow, but he can make out: ββm coming- βm closeβ!β
He wrapped his arm around your neck, lifting you up slightly in a chokehold. His bicep flexed around your head, holding you up right and higher to pound into you deeper.
He grunted behind his bitten lip, giving you more.Β
βCome on baby, come for me.β He huffed, pounding into you harder, deeper.
Your lips part, in a ghost of a moan, your body going taut before your legs slightly give up.Β
You start shaking when he doesnβt pull out, instead his free hand wrapped around your torso, pulling you flush against his chest. He tightens his chokehold around your head, your cheeks being squished by his muscles.
You swear you see heaven when he briefly adjusted the pressure to your throat. Your pussy spasming, and dripping like a fucking faucet.
βShitβ baby, youβre so fucking messy.β He grimaced, using his other free hand to hook under your knee.
Stars prick your vision at how deep heβs going, the overstimulation bringing you close to another impending orgasm. Your sloppy cunt took his cock like it was meant for him, the wet squelching noises filling the room along with the rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin. You clamped around his cock helplessly, gasping his name like a prayer and clutching onto his bicep.
Tears brink your glazed over eyes, his teeth sinking down onto your shoulder, insinuating his upcoming orgasm.Β
βDonβt hold back baby,β He rasped out, fucking into deep spots, you never knew could be reached in sex, in this new position.
You let out a pitiful sob, throwing your head back against his shoulder and he groaned as your tight heat gushed around him. He continued to thrust deeper, chasing his orgasm with intensity.
Your body shook, your head blank as all you can think about is how his cock is destroying you in half.Β
He finally came with a grunt, his teeth digging into your shoulder hard enough to break the skin. His release painted your walls white with the ropes of cum, as he filled you to the brim.Β
He let you down slowly and carefully, pulling out once he finished coming.
Your brain was foggy, but you felt how he kissed your cheek tenderly before leaving the bed, making the mattress shift under the loss of his weight.
Seungcheol came back with a warm, wet towel, and adjusted you on your back. He comfortably set a pillow under your head and lower back.
βHey, are you doing okay? Was I too rough?β He cupped your face, wiping away the tears on his cheek.
All you did was nod, your throat felt stripped after screaming from pure pleasure. You can see a smile growing on his lips, and he settled between your legs, wiping away the mixture of liquids.
βJust you waitβ gonna do something.β He murmured, more to himself because youβre already dozing off.
β
You wake up in new sheets, new clothes, andβ¦ a new warmth that doesnβt come from the blanket.
Itβs Seungcheol.
The weight of his arm draped over you is comforting, and itβs something you could get used to. Your eyes fluttered back shut, relishing the morning sun on your face.Β
Seungcheol shifted beside you, his arm on your waist moved up, and he pulled you in closer.
βSore?β He asked, his voice heavy with sleep.
βYeahβ¦ really sore.β You let out a weak laugh, and when you flutter your eyes open again, youβre met with a sulking Seungcheol.
βIβm sorry.β He mumbled, showering kisses all over your face in compensation.
βNoβ Iβ¦ I really liked it. Like feelingβ¦ spent.β You admitted, and he wished you didnβt.Β
βBaby, whyβ¦β He whined as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
You kind of wondered what Seungcheol would be like after sex, and you're more than thankful heβs clingy.
βItβs the truth.β You mumbled, stroking his brown locks.
βOkay, as long as you donβt lie to me.β He pulled back to look you in your eyes.
You smiled automatically at the sight of him, and he physically softened, returning you with a gummy smile.
He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, βHey, thanks for lettingβ¦ me be your first.βΒ
The admission was quiet, hesitant almost, but he looked shy more than anything.
βOh. Thatβ¦β The same smile stuck on your face, and you cupped his puffed up cheeks with a tenderness he didnβt expect. His eyes slightly widening when he met your sweet, crinkled at the corner, eyes.Β
βI wouldnβt want anyone else to be my first.β You murmured, brushing your finger over his eyebrow.
βWell, Iβm honored.β He grinned, kissing the corner of your lips, then the corner of your eye.
You can now admit, that sex with Seungcheol is fucking heavenly, but only you can say that the morning after, is even better.
a/n2: thank you for finishing this fic!!! hopefully you can taste my blood sweat and tears in it.... i'm also so thankful to the positive feedback i got on my teaser, it really motivated me to write. so thank you guys for being so supportive! sorry if i missed anyone in the taglist!! its not a personal thing... this was all stressful for me lmfao so please... cut me some slack.
some of u bitches r trying your hardest to stay positive and hopeful despite all the bullshit youβve been going thru and it really shows and iβm proud of u
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