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gyucheol in hawaii pt. 2
→ PAIRING: seungcheol x mingyu x female reader
→ WARNINGS: smut, threesome, gyucheol are MEAN, hard dom!seungcheol and mingyu, unprotected sex, very rough, creampies, cum eating, cumplay, oral (both receiving, nipple play, edging, overstimulation, forced orgasms, spit play, fingering, double penetration, anal, marking, bruising, reader enters subspace in and out, crying, dacryphilia, and once again gyucheol teaming up against poor reader, i hope you guys enjoy and lmk how it was :)
link to part one !!
It's past midnight in Hawaii.
The sky is velvet-black, dotted with stars, and the only sounds are the distant crash of the ocean, the soft crackle coming from the fireplace, and the clink of ice in cut crystal glass. You're outside with Mingyu, draped lazily across one of the enormous outdoor sofas, nestled between thick cushions.
You're completely naked, except for the thick, pulsing cock buried inside you.
Mingyu's shirtless, in only a pair of loose grey sweatpants pulled low to let you sit on him, facing forward with your back to his chest. His cock is deep inside you, stretching you, keeping you stuffed and silent.
And he's ignoring you completely.
He's swirling the amber whiskey in his glass, staring at the mounted TV above the fireplace as though you aren't sitting on his dick. His voice is casual, disinterested, a lazy smile playing at his lips.
"That wave this morning was crazy. Cheol almost face-planted, it was so funny I'm so glad I took a video."
You whimper quietly, shifting on his lap, but he doesn't react. His arm just wraps around your waist to yank you back down again, forcing his cock even deeper inside you until your breath hitches.
"You move, you get punished baby, you know the rules," he mumbles without even looking at you.
You squirm again, just a twitch but his palm spreads across your stomach, pressing you still.
Your pussy clenches around him involuntarily.
He grunts at that. "Keep that up and I'll bend you over this table until you're crying for me to stop."
You're soaked. You're buzzing. And you're seconds from snapping when the sliding door opens with a low click.
He takes one look at you cockwarming Mingyu and scoffs. “You done?”
Mingyu shrugs, tilting his glass towards you. “She’s nice and warmed up. Clenches a lot though. Kinda annoying.”
You whimper, humiliated, chest rising and falling with too much tension.
Seungcheol steps into the golden glow of the firelight. He's in all black—tank top, shorts hanging deliciously low. His hair's damp, skin glistening faintly from a post shower rinse, and you tense automatically as his gaze zeroes in on you.
“My turn.”
He doesn’t wait. He stalks forward and yanks you off Mingyu without hesitation, your pussy slick and stretched and suddenly empty.
You whimper, muscles clenching at the sudden emptiness, your slick dripping down your thighs as Seungcheol drops onto the adjacent sofa with his legs spread wide.
"Make me a drink, baby. My usual."
Your knees feel weak as you stumble to the little bar cart near the fireplace, your body flushed and sensitive and aching. You fix his glass with shaking hands, two fingers of whiskey, one ice cube, exactly how he likes it and pad back to him.
He takes it without a thanks, sipping slowly, eyes never leaving your face.
Then, one sharp snap of his fingers.
"Now get to work."
You fall to your knees before your mouth is on him instantly.
You suck him deep, wrapping your lips around his thick, pulsing cock, the sheer girth of it always leaving your jaw sore for hours after. Seungcheol leans back into the cushions, one arm slung lazily over the top of the couch, watching you from above with half-lidded eyes and that smug smirk you hate loving.
"You're drooling already," he mumbles, taking another sip. "Can't even pretend to be decent, can you?"
Mingyu's watching now too, lounging sideways with his whiskey in hand, eyes glued to the sight of you gagging around Seungcheol's cock.
"Fuck, she looks good like that," he mutters.
Seungcheol hums. "She always does. Dirty little thing."
He grabs the back of your head and pushes you down until you choke, spit leaking from your mouth. "Take it," he growls. "Don't you dare fucking pull away."
Your throat spasms around him as he uses your mouth until your eyes are streaming. And then just when you think you'll pass out, he pulls out with a slick pop.
"Ride it."
You scramble onto his lap, already crying, and when you sink down on him, it feels like too much. You scream, nails digging into his shoulders, thighs trembling as your pussy stretches again. The stretch is different, wider, blunter. You feel full in a way that Mingyu never gives you, and Seungcheol loves that.
"Good girl," he mumbles mockingly. "That's it. Take it all."
His grip on your hips is unforgiving as he pulls you down hard, bottoming out inside you, and you moan. You start to move, slowly grinding, before fucking yourself on him, but he holds you still.
"You don't get to move," he growls. "You want to cum? You do it on my terms."
You're whimpering now, eyes fluttering, every nerve burning with overstimulation. You clench around him, desperate, aching for more.
"You hear that?" Seungcheol says darkly, glancing over at Mingyu. "She's gonna fall apart already. Isn't she just pathetic?"
Mingyu chuckles, setting down his glass.
"Want me to hold her?"
You barely register the words before Mingyu moves behind you again, one massive hand wrapping around your waist, the other grabbing your throat tightly and holding you in place while Seungcheol starts to thrust up into you, sharp and deep, cock punching your cervix with every brutal movement.
Your legs are shaking. You're moaning uncontrollably, hands flailing until Mingyu pins them behind your back.
"Fucking stay still," Seungcheol spits. "God, you're so fucking desperate."
"She's whining so much," Mingyu mutters against your ear, holding you tight. "She's gonna cum."
"Not until I say," Seungcheol growls.
You sob because you can't stop it. Your body is convulsing around him, mouth open in a silent scream, and Seungcheol grabs your chin to force your gaze up to him.
"You wanna cum? You ask."
"P-Please— Please, let me cum, I-I... fuck, I c-can't—"
He slaps your ass. "Louder, baby. You can do better than that."
"Please, Ch-Cheol, I need it, I'm so so full, I can't hold it, please—"
"Gyu," Seungcheol says lazily, "hold her tighter."
Mingyu's arms lock you down like a vice, your back arching under the pressure, and Seungcheol slams into you hard.
"Cum now, angel."
You scream as the orgasm rips through you, violent and endless. You convulse in Mingyu's grip, body jerking as Seungcheol fucks you through it mercilessly, chasing his own high.
He spills inside you with a deep groan, gripping your hips hard as he fills you to the brim.
You're trembling, boneless, panting as you collapse against him.
Mingyu laughs behind you, arms still wrapped around your waist. "She's so different when she's like this... I dont know about you man, but I like her so much better fucked stupid."
Seungcheol takes another sip of his drink, satisfied and smug, before tilting your chin up again.
"Me too. Not so mouthy like this. You better thank us for not posting this on Instagram, angel."
Mingyu exhales sharply, eyes dark as he watches you sniffle and struggle on Seungcheol’s cock.
“Every time she cries it makes me harder,” Mingyu mutters. “Wanna make her cry more.”
Seungcheol hums. “I have an idea.”
Your stomach drops.
You try to move away, but Seungcheol holds you still while Mingyu stands up, towering over you with that damn smile.
“Wait, no—wait—” you stutter, already too spent, but Mingyu grabs you under your arms, strong enough to lift you off Seungcheol’s cock like you weigh nothing. He throws you over his shoulder, one hand cupping your soaked, throbbing cunt as he carries you into the villa like you’re just something to play with.
You’re tossed onto the bed in their room a second later, barely catching your breath before Seungcheol grabs your wrists and pins them above your head.
“I said I had an idea,” he mumbles, voice low and dangerous. “So stay still, baby. Let us make it feel really full.”
Mingyu kneels between your legs, running two fingers through your dripping folds before pushing them in and watching your hips jerk. “Still open from earlier,” he grins. “She’ll take it.”
“N-No, what—”
“Yes, you can,” Seungcheol whispers in your ear, his breath hot making you arch. “We’ll help.”
Then Mingyu pushes in.
Not all the way, just enough to stretch you open again as your walls flutter in protest. You moan, legs kicking, but Seungcheol slides down next, positions himself lower, then starts to push alongside him.
Your mind blanks.
Both of them start working into the same soaked, aching hole, and your body is shaking, no part of you knowing what to do except cry and hold onto the sheets.
“Fuuck,” Mingyu hisses. “She’s gripping so hard—”
“Feel her pulse,” Seungcheol pants. “She’s fighting it.”
And you are. You’re wailing now, tears streaming, body trembling as inch by inch, both of them bury into your pussy—one thick, one long, until you’re stretched beyond reason and stuffed full to the hilt, sobbing into the pillow as your body tries desperately to adjust.
“Fuck, look at her,” Mingyu moans, gripping your thighs to push deeper.
“She’s gonna break,” Seungcheol says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.
They move together, cruelly in sync.
One drags out while the other pushes in, and your head spins, brain melting under the overwhelming pressure of two cocks spearing you open, stretching your walls to the limit, stuffing your cunt full of heat and weight and power.
You can’t even speak, you're just a mess of cries and drool and desperate, mindless moans. They’re both laughing now, feeding off your tears like it’s the most beautiful sound they’ve ever heard.
“Good girl,” Seungcheol groans as you go limp beneath them, fucked dumb. “Took us both. Just like she should.”
Mingyu kisses your shoulder, whispering, “Let’s keep going. Wanna see what breaks first—her body or her brain.”
The room is unbearably hot, the sheets a mess and soaked beneath your body, the air thick with sweat, sex, and whiskey-laced groans. You’re lying there brainless and broken between the two men, twitching with overstimulation, drool dripping from your parted lips.
Your cunt is ruined.
Swollen, slightly gaping, leaking so much cum you can feel it sliding out in thick globs every time your hips jerk involuntarily. You're dripping all over the bed, thighs trembling, chest heaving as you try to breathe again.
And they’re still not done with you.
“God, look at her,” Mingyu pants from where he’s kneeling between your legs, lazily pushing two cum-slick fingers back into your stretched hole, just to see the way your body spasms in response.
Seungcheol’s behind you now, one hand wrapped in your hair, the other sliding down your spine with mocking affection. “She’s so fucked out she can’t even talk,” he chuckles. “You still there, baby? Hm?”
You can’t answer, your lips part to form words, maybe a sob, but all that comes out is a messy, high-pitched whimper, followed by a hiccupped moan when Mingyu curls his fingers and presses hard against your sore, overused walls.
Seungcheol just laughs.
“She's drooling again,” he says, licking his thumb before shoving it into your mouth. “Clean it up. Come on, you know how.”
You suck on it without thinking, instinctual now, like you’ve been trained, and both men moan at the sight.
"Fuck," Mingyu breathes. "She’s the perfect little cumdump. We should’ve done this to her sooner."
“Should’ve filled her up every night,” Seungcheol agrees, his tone darkening as he watches Mingyu pull his fingers out with a wet squelch, strings of your mixed fluids glistening under the warm lights.
He leans forward, spreading you wider with both hands now, just watching how your hole pulses and leaks. “She's not even closing anymore,” he mutters. “Think we broke her pussy.”
“She can still take more.”
You flinch at the low, hungry sound in Seungcheol’s voice. Your body’s beyond sore, and the thought of more is terrifying. But you still whine when they step back for a second, too cockdrunk to think clearly.
That’s when Seungcheol reaches over and spanks your ass, hard enough that you jolt and sob into the sheets.
“I think we spoiled her,” he sighs mockingly. “Can’t even think straight without a cock inside her now.”
“You know what we haven’t touched yet?” Mingyu mumbles, trailing a hand over the curve of your hip, then lower... until he’s gripping the swell of your ass and parting it with lazy precision as you instantly freeze.
“Don’t,” you breathe, voice hoarse and small. “No—”
Mingyu smirks. “I didn’t even say it yet, baby.”
Seungcheol drags his fingers through the mess between your legs again and spreads the cum over your ass like he’s marking you. “It’s cute how she tries to say no after everything we’ve done.”
“You ever taken anything here before?” Mingyu asks, tapping two thick fingers right against your puckered hole.
You shake your head frantically, legs trembling again. “I-I can-t...”
Seungcheol grabs your chin and makes you look at him. His gaze is burning. “So greedy for cock and you’ve been hiding this from us?”
He leans in. “That’s selfish, baby.”
Mingyu licks his lips. “Bet she’ll scream louder than ever.”
“Oh, definitely,” Seungcheol growls. “She’s so tight here. Might even pass out.”
You're babbling now, begging, but they don’t hear it, not really at least. They hear the way your voice breaks. They see your hips squirm and twitch when Mingyu teases you with pressure and slick.
They love it.
“Should we prep her?” Mingyu asks casually, brushing his lips over your lower back.
Seungcheol hums. “Why? Her pussy took both of us at once. I say we just spit and stuff her.”
“Please,” you sob. “I-I can’t—”
“You will,” Seungcheol snaps, voice like steel. “Unless you want me to tie you to the railing outside and let the neighbors watch while we train your ass instead.”
Your eyes widen in terror, and arousal, your body giving a traitorous clench, and both of them groan at the sight.
“Oh yeah,” Mingyu breathes, palming your ass. “She’s ready.”
Then Seungcheol leans down, mouth by your ear, voice low and dripping filth.
“You’re gonna be so full, baby. So fucking full you won’t know where it’s leaking from anymore.”
And you know they're about to ruin you in ways you didn’t even think were possible.
Your body is trembling like it’s been left out in the ocean all night, skin salt-warm, muscles like jelly, every nerve ending raw and buzzing. You’re face-down on the bed, still leaking their cum, when Mingyu and Seungcheol’s voices cut through the fog in your head.
They’re not talking to you.
They’re talking about you.
“She’s taking me first,” Mingyu says, half-laughing as he grips your ass and spreads you open for a better look. His voice drops lower. “God, look at that. Perfect little hole, tight as fuck. I’ll split her in half.”
“Not happening,” Seungcheol says flatly. “I’m thicker. She’s mine first.”
Mingyu smirks without looking at him. “Exactly. You’ll ruin her before I get a turn.”
“That’s the point,” Seungcheol shoots back, leaning down to run his hand up your spine, palm heavy and hot. “First time’s mine.” His eyes flicker down to your flushed, tear-streaked face. “Isn’t that right, baby?”
You try to shake your head, but Mingyu’s already sliding his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue until you can’t speak.
“She’s not objecting,” Mingyu says with a wicked grin.
“She wouldn’t dare,” Seungcheol answers. “Not with my cock in her ass.”
They lock eyes, tense, competitive, and you think maybe Mingyu will push it, maybe he’ll keep arguing. But then he chuckles and shrugs like it’s no loss to him.
“Fine,” Mingyu says, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip before gripping your jaw. “I’ll take her mouth. Keep her busy while you break her in.”
Your stomach drops.
Seungcheol wastes no time as he kneels behind you, palms gripping your hips, thumbs spreading you open. “Gyu, hold her still for me.”
Mingyu’s already climbing over your head, knees on either side of your face, heavy cock dangling above you. “Open wide, princess.”
You barely manage a muffled protest before he’s nudging his length past your lips, filling your mouth with heat and weight. His hand rests at the back of your head, keeping you in place as he fucks in slow, steady strokes.
“That’s it,” Mingyu groans. “Breathe through your nose. Focus on me while Cheol ruins your ass.”
Seungcheol spits directly onto your untouched hole, the warm slickness making you jolt. He spreads it with one thick finger, circling lazily before pushing just the tip of his thumb in.
Your muffled whimper vibrates around Mingyu’s cock.
“Relax,” Seungcheol orders, his voice low, steady.
“Push out for me... good girl…” He slides the finger deeper, twisting, testing the tight ring of muscle. “Fuck, she’s gripping already.”
Mingyu hisses above you. “Bet she’ll cry.”
“She will cry,” Seungcheol says it like a promise. He adds a second finger, stretching you slowly, your whole body clenching as he works you open. “But she’ll still take me.”
You can barely breathe between Mingyu’s slow thrusts and the burn behind you. Every inch feels foreign, overwhelming, your body tense and trembling as Seungcheol pulls his fingers free only to replace them with the fat, blunt head of his cock.
“Cheol—” Mingyu warns with a smirk. “Go easy. I want to watch this.”
“Oh, I’m watching,” Seungcheol mumbles, eyes locked on the way your ass flutters around him as he pushes in just enough to breach you.
Your throat makes a choked sound around Mingyu, tears spilling hot down your cheeks.
“That’s it,” Seungcheol groans. “Take it slow. Let me in, baby.”
Every inch feels like too much, stretching, burning, filling you in a way that has your brain short-circuiting. Mingyu’s pace in your mouth never falters, feeding you more cock each time you gasp for air, the two of them working in perfect sync.
“She’s taking it,” Mingyu says, voice rough. “Fuck, look at her… she’s a mess.”
“She’s fucking perfect,” Seungcheol growls, finally bottoming out, his thick length fully seated in your ass. “Made for this.”
You sob around Mingyu, overwhelmed by the pressure and fullness, every nerve alight.
“Now,” Seungcheol says, gripping your hips tighter. “Let’s show her what happens when she makes us wait for something this good.”
You can’t feel your knees anymore, or your jaw. Or anything beyond the hot, pounding ache between your thighs and deep in your ass.
Seungcheol’s still seated fully inside you from behind, thick and unyielding, every slow drag of his cock pulling a strained whimper from your throat. Mingyu’s under you now, holding your legs wide as he lines himself up with your ruined pussy.
“We’re really gonna fuck her like this?” Mingyu smirks, gaze flicking to Seungcheol. “With your cock still in her ass?”
“That’s the point,” Seungcheol mutters, digging his fingers into your hips possessively. “Want her to feel us through both walls when you shove in.”
You shake your head weakly, words coming out in broken sobs. “C-can’t—too much—”
Mingyu ignores you, pressing the head of his cock against your sloppy, gaping entrance. The moment he pushes in, your body jerks, because you can feel it. Every thick inch of Mingyu’s cock forces Seungcheol’s deeper into your ass, the pressure enough to make your vision blur.
“Holy fuck,” Mingyu groans, bottoming out with one brutal thrust. “She’s so tight even after all this.”
“Told you she’d take it,” Seungcheol growls, rocking his hips forward so both of them are moving in sync. You’re caught in the middle, your body stretched and filled completely, the sensation overwhelming to the point of delirium.
You don’t know whether to cry or cum, your walls fluttering helplessly as they start to pick up the pace. The bedframe groans beneath the force, your own voice muffled by Mingyu’s chest when he leans down to kiss you, deep and wet, just to taste your ragged breaths and helpless moans.
“She’s dripping,” Mingyu laughs against your mouth. “Feel that? Every time we fuck her, it just leaks out.”
Seungcheol’s hand slides up to your throat, squeezing lightly as he thrusts harder. “She’s leaking because she’s a good little hole that was made to be stuffed.”
Your moans come out as choked sobs, tears streaming down your cheeks. The pressure builds and builds until it’s almost unbearable, both men’s cocks slamming into you in perfect rhythm, their sounds mixing with yours, grunts, groans, and filthy praises.
“She’s close,” Mingyu warns, and you are. The sensation of being used from both ends has your body spiraling, toes curling, vision dimming at the edges.
“Good,” Seungcheol grits out. “She’s gonna cum while we fill her up.”
The pace turns punishing, Mingyu pounding into your pussy with relentless force while Seungcheol’s thick cock spears your ass over and over until your entire body is rocking between them. You scream, convulsing as your orgasm rips through you, muscles clenching around both of them so tight they both curse.
“Fuck, I’m gonna—” Mingyu groans, hips slamming forward as hot spurts flood your cunt.
Seungcheol’s right behind him, his grip on your hips bruising as he buries himself deep and spills into your ass, the heat filling you so suddenly you gasp. Both of them keep moving, fucking their cum deeper until you’re overflowing, dripping onto the sheets beneath you.
When they finally pull out, you collapse forward, trembling uncontrollably. White streaks drip from between your thighs and down the back of your legs, pooling under you in a sticky mess. Your ass feels impossibly full, their cum thick and hot inside you, leaking slowly with every twitch of your body.
They stand there, looking down at you like they’ve just finished a masterpiece.
“Look at her,” Mingyu says softly, brushing your hair from your face. “Completely wrecked.”
“She’s perfect like this,” Seungcheol cooes, running a thumb along the mess between your legs before pushing some of the cum back in, just to watch you squirm. “And she’s ours.”
You’re too far gone to respond, just a limp, cum-soaked doll in their hands. You can barely breathe, barely think, and they’re already exchanging that same hungry look.
“Wanna go again but swap?” Mingyu asks, grin lazy but eyes dark.
“Oh, definitely,” Seungcheol says, eyes fixed on you like you’re their prey that can’t escape.
“We’ve got all night.”
You don't know the time. Your body is boneless, sprawled on the rumpled sheets. Every inch of you feels raw, overused, and dripping. Seungcheol settles behind you, warm chest pressed to your back, his large hands moving in slow circles over your sore nipples and down your ribs.
“Shhh... easy,” he mumbles against your ear, kissing the side of your neck. “You did so well for us.”
At the foot of the bed, Mingyu kneels between your spread thighs, a warm, damp cloth in hand. His touch is careful, wiping away the sticky mess clinging to your skin, cleaning between your thighs, then trailing down to your swollen, used hole.
“Such a mess,” Mingyu says quietly, almost in awe. “But you're such a good girl.”
You can barely speak, your voice coming out as broken, breathless whimpers. Your eyes are glassy, tears still slipping down your cheeks as you tremble under their touch from the oversensitivity.
“Don’t cry, baby,” Seungcheol soothes, rubbing your hip with his thumb. “You’re getting so good at taking us.”
Mingyu nods, smiling softly as he wipes the last of the cum from your skin. “You’ve gotten better every day. Makes us proud of you.”
But the tears keep coming, and you don’t even know why anymore. The exhaustion, the overwhelming pleasure, the lingering ache... it’s too much and not enough all at once.
Seungcheol’s hands pause as his body shifts, the comforting warmth replaced by something sharper. A strong fist tangles in your hair, tugging your head back just enough for his voice to hit your ear low and deadly.
“Stop.”
The single word sends a shiver down your spine.
“You keep crying like that, and I’ll fuck you again,” he says, deliberately slow. “Do you understand?”
Your breath catches, and you nod instantly, swallowing back the sobs.
“Good girl,” he praises, loosening his grip only to nuzzle his face into the bruised column of your neck. He inhales deeply, lips brushing your skin. “You’ve made this vacation so much better for us.”
Mingyu chuckles softly, leaning up to press a kiss to your temple. “Couldn’t agree more. And we still have so much time left here.” His tone is warm, but there’s that dangerous undercurrent that makes your stomach twist.
Seungcheol hums in agreement, pulling you tighter into his chest, his voice a deep rumble against your skin. “Better rest for now, princess. You'll need it.”
→ PAIRING: seungcheol x female reader
→ WARNINGS: smut, fingering, softdom!seungcheol, readers first time, gentle coaxing, dubcon, unprotected sex, creampies, nipple play, corruption kink, forced breeding (?), reader is extremely naive and easy, seungcheol is obsessed
→ NOTE: hii guys I have a few things lined up to be released for cheol’s bday but here’s the first one I’ve had sitting in my drafts for a while now :)
You’d never had a real boyfriend before Seungcheol.
Not a real man. Not the type that picks you up from your college dorm in a sleek black car, takes you to rooftop restaurants where they already know his name, presses kisses to your cheeks in front of strangers like he owns you. Not the kind that makes your friends gasp when they see his photos and whisper,
“He’s way too hot for you. What does he want with you? And he’s so whipped.”
You never knew what to say.
You still don’t.
You’re just… you. Painfully average, way too inexperienced, way too nervous, and always blushing when he says anything remotely dirty. You’ve barely kissed anyone before, meanwhile Seungcheol moves with the confidence of someone that’s clearly experienced.
But he’s so sweet to you. So patient, protective, so loving.
So when he tells you that most couples sleep naked, that you should try it tonight, that it’s totally normal—you nod.
Even though your heart’s pounding and your thighs are glued together and you’re trying so hard not to shake when he tells you to take off your bra and shorts and get under the covers.
And now?
Now you’re lying on your side in his bed, in a high rise penthouse in the heart of the city, a building you always looked up in awe. You were completely naked except for the soft blanket pulled up to your chest, cheeks flushed and burning.
You can hear him undressing behind you, before you feel the bed dip as he crawls in, heat radiating off his skin as he settles close… too close.
And then his chest is flush against your back, his arm sliding around your waist, until you feel it. His cock presses right up against your ass, heavy and painfully hard.
You tense up immediately.
“…Cheol?” You squeak.
His voice is a low purr behind you. “You shy love?”
You nod faintly.
“It’s just what happens baby. You just got me worked up. That’s what girlfriends do, don’t they?” He hums, nudging his face into your hair.
Then you feel it again. The slow, lazy unmistakable grind of his cock against your bare skin.
You gasp softly.
“Relax,” he says gently, arm tightening around you. “You’re so stiff.”
His lips brush your shoulder, warm and soothing.
“You know… this is normal, right? So is sleeping like this.”
“…N-Naked?” you whisper, unsure.
“Mhm,” he mumbled, so calm it makes you feel silly for asking. “More comfortable. And it helps build intimacy. Don’t you trust me?”
You nod slowly. You do trust him, and if this is what couples do, what real, mature people do, then maybe you’re just overreacting. After all this is your first real relationship.
His hand smooths up your belly. Then higher. You whimper when his fingers slip under your breast and start rubbing soft little circles around your taut nipple, your whole body going hot.
“Cheol… I-Is it okay that you’re touching me there? We just started dating—”
Before you can finish he kisses your shoulder again, softly chuckling.
“Of course, baby. You’re my girlfriend. I’m supposed to touch you.”
His hand trails down now, slow and heavy, over your tummy and between your legs.
You freeze. But you don’t stop him.
And when his fingers slide over your folds, bare and wet, you gasp.
“Shh, relax. I’m just touching. You’re so warm down here…”
His voice is warm, almost proud.
“You’ve never been touched like this, have you?”
You shake your head helplessly, whimpering when he strokes you again. It feels so strange. So overwhelming. But not… bad, just confusing.
“You’re getting wet. See? Your body knows it’s okay. It’s normal.”
You try to shake your head again, but he just laughs gently, like you’re being stupid.
“No? You don’t believe me? Want me to stop?”
You can’t answer. You feel frozen, burning, melting all at once.
And that’s enough for him.
“Didn’t think so.”
He strokes your clit in slow, lazy circles, coaxing your body into little jolts and squirms while he spoons you tightly from behind, cock grinding in slow movements against your ass with every breath.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? It’s not bad, baby. This is what people in love do.”
Your thighs tremble, you’re so warm and dizzy, so scared and confused and fluttery.
But you don’t pull away. You just… let him touch. Let him whisper sweet things and praise you for being so good.
“That’s it… good girl. Just let me take care of you…”
You’re panting now.l, thighs twitching, your eyes are hot with tears, and Seungcheol’s fingers haven’t left your pussy for a single second. His other arm is still wrapped around your middle, keeping you tight against him, cocooned in his warmth while his hard cock presses insistently into the curve of your ass.
You don’t understand what’s happening.
All you know is that your stomach is tight, your hips won’t stay still, and something is coming—something you’ve never felt before.
“That’s it… you’re almost there.”
His voice is so calm. Like he’s done this a hundred times.
You can’t even form words, just tiny breathless gasps as his fingers keep working that little swollen spot between your legs. Your legs kick a little, you feel like you’re going to explode, and he just shushes you.
“Don’t run. You’re okay baby, I got you.” He coos, kissing the side of your head.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Let it happen. Just let me have it.”
And then you break. You cum with a strangled cry, full-body trembling as wet heat rushes out of you, soaking his hand. Your legs clamp shut, and you bury your face into the pillow, humiliated and shaking while the aftershocks ripple through your stomach and thighs.
You’ve never done that before.
You didn’t know it could even feel like that.
And Seungcheol just holds you close, fingers sliding out of your pussy with a lewd wet sound, and kisses your neck so softly it makes you ache.
“See, baby? You came for me. That’s all yours. All mine.”
You hiccup softly, still panting, blinking away tears.
“No one else will ever do that to you. You understand?”
You nod weakly. .
“Only I get to touch you like that. Only I make you feel that way.”
You whimper again. His cock is still hard behind you, but he doesn’t ask for anything else tonight.
He doesn’t need to.
He already has you.
The second time you stay over, he rubs you again before bed. Slips his hand between your thighs like it’s routine now. You ask fewer questions. You whimper, but you don’t stop him.
By the third time, he’s sucking gently at your sore nipples while his fingers press inside you, one, then two, then three. You cry softly into the pillow, and he moans at the way your walls squeeze him and he praises you over and over.
“Still so tight baby. You’re not ready yet. But soon, baby.”
The fourth time, you’re already wet when you crawl into bed. Seungcheol watching you with a mix of awe and deviousness.
“See? You’re starting to understand. This is just another way I show you my love.”
By the fifth time, he’s stroking himself against your ass while fingering you slow and deep, groaning into your neck about how good your little cunt clenches, how you’re almost there, how one night you’re gonna let him have all of you.
You don’t answer. You just nod and cry softly and cum for him again.
You don’t remember falling asleep.
But you remember waking up to him already grinding against you, cock hot and heavy between your thighs, his breath thick and ragged in your ear.
“I can’t wait anymore, baby… I’ve waited long enough. You’re ready.”
You whimper, still half-asleep and confused.
“We don’t have to wait to do these things because we love each other, right?” he says, voice trembling. “So let me, I’ll be gentle angel.”
He pushes your thighs apart with one leg, holding your hip steady with a hand on your belly. You’re so slick already, you don’t even realise he’s lining up until you suddenly feel the heavy pressure of him pushing in.
“Ah—” you choke, kicking weakly as the pain feels unbearable. “C-Cheol— That—”
“Shhh it’s normal you’ll feel better soon. I’ve got you, just breathe for me.”
He doesn’t stop. Just keeps pushing, inch by inch, until he’s buried in your tight, fluttering walls, your cunt stretching around him for the first time.
“Oh fuck, you feel like heaven,” he groans, biting your shoulder. “So warm, so perfect, all mine.”
You don’t understand what’s happening, your clutching the sheets weakly, shaking and crying. You only know that it feels too big, too deep, and so good it makes your head spin.
“You’re letting me in so well, baby,” he praises, kissing your neck over and over. “I knew you could do it, trained you so well, hm? You were made for this.”
He starts to move again. Slow, heavy thrusts from behind, cock dragging in and out of your soaking cunt while his hand plays with your clit again.
“No one else gets this,” he pants. “No one. Just me. You hear me?”
You nod helplessly, mouth falling open as the pressure builds again.
“Say it. Say who you belong to baby.”
“…Y-You,” you sob. “Only you, Cheol—”
And you break again.
Cumming hard with his cock deep inside, your whole body wracked with tremors as he fucks you through it, groaning your name and swearing he’s going to fill you next time. That now that he has you… he’ll never, ever stop.
You tell your parents it’s for a “study group.”
That you and some girls in your major are staying close to campus for the week to focus on midterm prep, no distractions, no long commuting. They believe you easily. You’ve always been such a good girl, incredibly studious, and always doing as your told.
But in reality, you’ve packed your overnight bag and let Seungcheol pick you up outside your dorm, his hand possessive on your upper thigh the whole ride home.
You don’t even feel weird about it anymore.
Not about staying in his penthouse for a week because he asked so sweetly after taking you out on a shopping trip, making you feel awful for wanting to say no. Not about sleeping naked in his bed, letting his thick and heavy cock slide between your legs every night without fail.
It’s routine now.
By the second night of break, you don’t even wait for him to start. You wiggle your hips back into him the moment he slides in behind you, needy. Almost feeling empty without his fingers or cock inside you.
“Aw, baby,” he teases, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “You want it already?”
You nod, not trusting your voice.
And he gives it to you, thick fingers stroking slow circles into your clit while his cock pushes inside, your body opening for him like it knows what to do now.
But tonight… tonight is different.
Because he doesn’t pull out.
He’s fucking you deep from behind, spooning and intimate. His chest flush to your back, his breath ragged in your ear as your body trembles under his grip.
“You’re taking me so well, baby,” he groans. “Fucking made for me.”
You’re panting. So close and so full. So used to this now that your body begs for it.
And then you feel his rhythm shift. He gets rougher, more desperate, even as you feel him twitch inside you.
“Cheol—” you gasp, confused. “Y-You’re not—pulling out?”
“Shhh,” he whispers, kissing your neck. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
You start to panic, your hips twitching to move, but he holds you still.
“Why would I pull out of my girlfriend’s sweet pussy? Hmm?”
“B-But—what if—”
“Shhh. Do you trust me?”
You nod, tears springing to your eyes from the intensity. He slows, but stays deep.
“You’ve let me fuck you for nights now. Let me touch you whenever I want. Let me feel you cum on my cock like a good girl…”
His voice dips, wicked and soft.
“You think I’d ever let someone else do that to you?”
You can’t answer, only pants leave your mouth as your eyes roll back at the sensation of him continuously hitting that sweet gummy spot inside you that has every single thought leave your mind.
“This pussy’s mine now, baby. It’s mine to fuck. Mine to fill. Now take it like you take everything, or I’ll have to be mean, baby.”
You moan helplessly, nodding obediently.
“You want my cum, don’t you?”
“You don’t even know what you need unless I give it to you.”
He’s relentless now, cock slamming into you, making your breath hitch with every thrust, the smell of sex and your sweet doting boyfriends groans filling the room.
“I’ll fill you every night if I want to. I don’t care. You’re mine. I’ve trained you to take. That’s all you’re gonna do for me, okay?”
You cum again hard, clenching around him, sobbing into the sheets as he growls behind you and finally spills deep inside, his hips grinding against your ass as he empties everything into you.
“There we go,” he breathes. “That’s better, isn’t it?”
“Good girls take their boyfriend’s cum. That’s just love, sweetheart.”
You don’t even flinch when he stays inside now.
You just let him fuck you to sleep, cum dripping down your thighs while he whispers about how soft and warm you are.
You stop asking if he’s going to pull out.
Because he never does.
And when your tummy starts feeling weird, heavy, bloated, full, he only rubs it lovingly and kisses your ear.
“Just means your body’s getting used to it, baby. You’re built for this. Built for me.”
HELLO I THOUGHT I POSTED THE SECOND PART OF THE GYUCHEOL ASK??? WTF THANK GOD I HAD IT SAVED IN MY NOTES APP 😭 give me a couple hours guys and I’ll post it <3
Hi, so do you write with a/b/o dynamics too???!! i have few wild thoughts 😅😅 and wasn't sure if you will be okay in writing it!
hii!! yess I’m completely open to writing them, shoot me your craziest thoughts :)
Heyyy babeee,im not sure if u do threesome but if yes,I have a request,it's mingyu and seungcheol in Hawaii (their recent insta posts) maybe 1 or 2 chapter on smut and they r also rough, maybe choking too, various positions (one of it is Paris position),Thank you😊💋,if u don't mind pls tag me too
→ PAIRING: mingyu x seungcheol x female reader
→ WARNINGS: smut, threesome, unprotected sex, extremely rough like this is CRAZY, gyucheol working together to reduce reader to nothing, creampies, cum eating, oral (female and male receiving), nipple play, edging, overstimulation, forced orgasms, spit play, marking, lots of positions (eiffel tower included), possessive behaviour, crying, reader is called a slut whore bitch, idk what else to put as a warning this is just some insane filth enjoy x
A/N: so this was a crazy ask and oh my god this was actually my first time writing a threesome so i hope you love it and honestly i think those hawaii pics did something to every one of us so hopefully this helps paint a picture 😵💫 it's almost 3am my brain is rottinh but don't worry part two is coming like tmrw night (my personal fav)... but for now i hope you have fun with part 1 :)
You should’ve known better.
Wearing that to the beach was one thing—tiny white bikini, paper-thin and two sizes too small, nipples damn near greeting everyone who passed by—but posting the pictures?
Posting them publicly, with your tits half out, soaking wet and pouting into the lens like you were begging for attention?
That was something else.
Especially because Seungcheol had explicitly told you not to. Not after the last time. Not when you’d had to cry into his shoulder for an hour after he edged you so cruelly your legs gave out.
But you thought you were being cute. A little bratty, a little tease.
And now? Now you’re cornered—back pressed against the sun-warmed exterior wall of your private villa, heart thudding against your ribs as both of them stare down at you like you’re a problem they’re sick of trying to fix.
“Delete it,” Seungcheol says first, voice low and sharp. He’s not even looking at you. His eyes are locked on the screen of your phone, which he yanked from your hand the second he walked in. “The post. Right now.”
“I—” You started, but his eyes flicker up.
“Did I fucking stutter?”
You swallow hard. Mingyu’s behind him, arms crossed, jaw tight. His sunglasses are still hanging low on the bridge of his nose, but even through the lens, you can feel the heat in his stare.
“I was just—”
“Trying to piss us off?” Mingyu cut you off, cocking his head. “You want strangers jerking off to that little body, baby? That what you want?”
Seungcheol shoved the phone back into your hand, almost shoving you with it. “Enough, delete. It.”
Your fingers fumbled over the screen, trembling as you tap the little trash icon and confirm. The second it’s gone, Mingyu grabbed your arm tightly.
“Inside. Now.”
They don’t give you time to think; you don’t even make it up the stairs as Mingyu practically throws you towards the living room.
“Didn’t we talk about this?” Seungcheol asked from behind you, shutting the glass door with a click. “About posting your tits online like some desperate little bitch?”
“It was just a—”
“Strip.”
Your heart jumped. Seungcheol wasn’t yelling, he didn’t need to. His voice was low, lethal enough to make you listen.
Still you hesitated, fingers still curled around the knot on your bikini top.
Mingyu came up behind you, breath hot against your ear. “Didn’t you hear him?”
You hesitantly undo your top.
And when you don’t move fast enough, Seungcheol came up and yanked your bottoms down for you, clicking his tongue in frustration. He didn’t even care that you gasped loudly. You were bare, trembling, standing between them in the high-ceiling luxury of the villa’s living room.
Mingyu planted himself on the plush white couch, wide-legged and already palming at his cock through his shorts as he watches Seungcheol pull your bikini top clean off. You’re naked now, breasts heaving, cunt already slick with panic and anticipation.
Then you're shoved backwards, stumbling into the giant living room couch. Mingyu’s already lowering himself onto his knees in front of you, licking his lips as he spreads your thighs wide.
Mingyu whistles. “She’s already so wet.”
“She lives to be humiliated,” Seungcheol muttered.
Mingyu’s voice is low, gritted. “Hold her down.”
You didn’t even have time to brace.
Seungcheol’s arms wrapped around your thighs, lifting you like a doll, slamming your back into the huge sectional couch, his strong hands coming around to hold your waist in place. He was facing you, staring down as you wriggled, chest heaving.
Mingyu doesn’t hesitate. His big hands forces your thighs apart, keeping you tilted just right as his tongue devours you—messy, loud, and so sloppy it makes your body shake.
“No squirming,” Seungcheol said with mock patience. “You like making us struggle, don't you? Make us work for it like you've got any real power. Pathetic.”
You barely register what he's saying. Mingyu's tongue is ravenous. Lapping at you, messy and brutal, not even trying to be clean with it. You gasped, hips jerking, but Seungcheol’s grip is iron.
“Mmmh—fuck, Gyu—!”
“Shut the fuck up,” Seungcheol snapped, one hand coming to your mouth. “You don’t get to speak unless it’s to say how sorry you are for being a dumb, cock-hungry whore.”
You moaned into his palm as Mingyu groaned against your cunt, tongue flicking mercilessly over your clit before plunging into you. It was filthy. You could hear the wet sounds, feel his drool dripping down your ass, slicking up the couch cushions.
Mingyu growls against your cunt. “She’s so wet. Fucking brat wanted this.”
“She needed this,” Seungcheol corrected, then without warning, he pulled his own shorts down, grabbing your jaw before shoving his cock into your mouth.
There’s no easing in. He’s thick and fast, taking your throat like it’s his right—and it is.
“Keep her still,” he snapped at Mingyu, who responds by locking his arms around your hips and thrusting his tongue harder. You’re gagging on Seungcheol’s cock while Mingyu’s making you soak the rug, and all you can do is hold on.
They’re not gentle. They’re not soft. They’re not asking.
“Eiffel tower?” Seungcheol grunts, finally pulling out to let you breathe when Mingyu pulled away from your cunt, mouth shiny, his eyes glazing over as he smiles devilishly.
“Fuck yes.”
You barely manage to squeak before he drags you up and shoves you forward until your knees hit the rug. Before you could move, Mingyu was behind you, already lining up. And Seungcheol was in front of you, his fist tangled in your hair.
“Look up.”
You did.
He slapped you.
Hard.
Not enough to truly hurt, but enough to shock you and make your eyes sting.
“Open up, bitch. You wanted attention, right? Well you're getting it now,” he growled.
You didn’t get a chance to reply.
His cock slid into your mouth again right as Mingyu’s shoved into your soaked, dripping cunt from behind—and your world went white.
You choke instantly, body jolting forward from the impact of his hips, but Seungcheol’s got you locked in place, holding your head still while your body gets fucked from both ends. Their rhythm was perfect. Practiced. You were a ragdoll between them, bobbing forward with every thrust from Mingyu, and gagging on every drive of Seungcheol’s cock.
They didn’t slow down. Not even when tears spilled from your eyes and you tried to pull back.
“God, you’re disgusting." Seungcheol sneered. "You post pics like you’re hot shit but some hard dick and you turn into a fucking faucet.”
“Keep her still,” Mingyu panted. “She’s squeezing already—fuck—so fucking tight—”
“She’s always extra tight when she’s scared,” Seungcheol muttered, wiping a tear from your cheek.
“Nah, she likes getting passed between us like a cumdump,” Mingyu laughed, slapping your ass.
You’re a mess. Drool spilling out past your lips around Seungcheol’s cock, tears streaking your face, your own arousal dripping down your thighs as Mingyu pounds into you like he’s trying to fuck you straight through the couch.
And they don’t stop.
When you’re close, they edge you. When you try to pull away, they hold you tighter.
Mingyu flips you onto your back and fucks you with your knees to your chest while Seungcheol sucks on your hardened nipples until they're left raw and sore, then they swap.
You can’t get your breath. You can’t think.
They manhandled you into another position, Seungcheol tossing you onto your back on the couch like you were weightless, and Mingyu just dropped to his knees again to lick his own cum out of you before spreading you open and sliding in again.
Your eyes rolled back.
Seungcheol was standing now, hand around his cock, slapping it against your cheek.
“Look at her,” he spat. “Dumb little thing. Bet you thought you looked so hot in that pic, huh? Well one cute post and now you're brainless.”
Mingyu grinned. “Think you still look like a model now, baby? You're nothing but a used toy."
“You wanna act like a little whore online, right?” Seungcheol mumbled, sliding in beside Mingyu and shoving your thighs apart. “Let’s see how long you last when we really treat you like one.”
They took turns again. Positions changed. On your stomach. Bent over the couch. Face down in the rug while one of them fed you his cum from his fingers and the other fucked you raw, moaning about how your slutty body just took it.
You lost count of how many times they filled you.
How many times you came against your will, soaking their cocks and making them laugh at you.
“You dumb bitch,” Seungcheol hissed as he emptied deep inside you again, one hand grabbing your jaw. “This what you wanted, huh? You wanted the likes? The attention?”
You couldn’t answer.
Your mouth just hung open, tongue out, drool sliding down your cheek as cum spilled from between your legs.
Mingyu took a photo of you like that.
“Now this,” he said, showing you the screen, “is what you should’ve posted.”
Seungcheol chuckled.
By the time they’re done with you, you’re lying boneless, shaking, your body a mess of bruises, spit, cum, and sweat. You stay limp as they drag you to the couch, both of them still half-hard.
Seungcheol grabbed your phone again, before dangling it in front of your face.
“If I ever see another fucking post like that ever again,” he mumbled, leaning down as his lips ghost the shell of your ear, “You can go live while we fuck the attitude out of you. Let them see what happens to mouthy little whores who don’t listen.”
You whimper, nodding slightly.
Seungcheol presses one last kiss to your throat.
“Now say you’re sorry for behaving like a slut,” he whispered.
You manage a slurred, teary, “I-I’m sorry... for behaving… like—like a s-slut…”
Mingyu chuckles and runs his hand down your shaking thighs.
“There's our good girl.”
Thinking about mingyu baby trapping his sweet gf, but he’s just so sweet and being his upbeat self that she believes it was just an accident. in reality he did it just in case she was planning to leave him - she wasn’t, he just wanted to make extra sure she wouldn’t…
→ PAIRING: mingyu x female reader
→ WARNINGS: smut, reader is drunk, unprotected sex, creampies, oral (female receiving), nipple play, spit play, marking, breeding kink, baby-trapping, manipulation, gaslighting, possessive behaviour, obsession, lots of pet names
A/N: YOUR CRAZYY like this had me up for a while because i took your sweet little spiral and ran straight into obsession and omgg i hope i delivered. let me know how i did :)
You don’t even make it all the way through the door before Mingyu's arms are around you.
He smells like home, his warm chest pressing to your back, big hands sliding low to grab at your hips like he’s missed you—like five hours apart was five too many. You giggle, hazy and breathless from too many cocktails and bar bathroom selfies, leaning into his touch without a second thought.
“You’re home late, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice syrupy, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Didn’t even text me?”
“I know,” you hum, letting him help you out of your coat. “We lost track of time. It was so fun, but I was thinking about you all night—oh! I took pics, wait—”
You’re scrolling through your phone, brain fuzzy, cheeks flushed, the hem of your barely-there dress riding up as you stumble into the living room. He guides you onto his lap on the couch, strong thighs spread under yours and his warm fingers skimming your thighs.
“Oh, baby,” he coos when you show him a picture of yourself—makeup dewy, sticking your tongue out too lewdly for his liking. “You looked so pretty tonight.”
“Thank you," you beam, smiling widely.
But he’s seething.
Because you didn’t even think to send that picture to him. Because you let every other pair of eyes in that bar see you like this first—strappy little dress hugging every curve, all dolled up, skin glowing, thighs out—before he ever got to. And to make matters worse? He's never seen this dress before. He would’ve remembered.
Your giggle bubbles out again as you readjust on his lap. “I missed you.”
Liar.
You barely texted him back tonight. Hours of silence. You even posted on your story before responding to his “get home safe.” He watched your location hop from place to place. Girls’ night, you’d said. But girls’ night was only supposed to be dinner and some drinks. Then suddenly it was more drinks at a friend's apartment, then some more at a rooftop bar. You’re always adding things. Always laughing it off when he says he worries.
Lately, you've been coming home late more often without a heads up, and he's starting to feel like you're slipping away slowly. You're texting slower, smiling and giggling at your phone during movie nights when you're both supposed to be spending time together after a busy week apart. Spontaneous plans with her friends. Fucking sleepovers. New outfits, jewellery, makeup, new habits— all without his input. You don't even ask for his opinions on the clothes you buy anymore, and you never ask permission. But you used to.
Tonight? You drove him over the edge.
And that’s when he decides.
He’s not gonna lose you. Not to “growth.” Not to “space.” Not to anything.
He knows you still love him.
But love isn’t enough; he's worried. Not when he sees you slipping through his fingers like this.
So when you start to wriggle off his lap, all tired slurring, “Mmm… gonna shower and go to bed…” He tightens his grip.
“Stay here, baby.”
You blink, confused. “Mm? I smell like alcohol…”
“I missed you.” His lips press to your shoulder, his touch deceptively soft.. “Let me take care of you."
“But—”
“You had fun with your friends, right? Now it’s my turn.”
And you falter because he’s always like this—clingy, soft, needy. He just misses you. That’s all. And you're too relaxed and dazed from the alcohol to even protest.
So you let him lead you to the bedroom.
And it’s slow and sweet at first. Your clothes peeled off with gentle fingers and drowsy kisses, his mouth all over you, whispering, “You’re so soft,” and “I missed your little body,” and “Didn’t like you out in that dress.”
You don’t notice when the softness tilts.
When the kisses start to bruise and his hands get rougher. When he pulls your thighs open and buries his face in your cunt with a hunger that borders on desperate.
“Mmm—Mingyu,” you gasp, back arching, fingers tangling in his hair. “Baby, that’s—s-sensitive—”
He just groans, mouth locked to your clit, sucking with messy, rhythmic need. His tongue drags sloppily through your folds, letting spit drip down his chin as he devours you like he’s starved. Like he’s not even trying to make you come—he’s trying to own you.
When he pulls back, your thighs are soaked, sticky with his spit and your slick. He’s flushed and panting, pupils blown wide.
“You're still not on the pill, right?” he asks suddenly, nuzzling at your stomach.
“I—yeah, I was gonna switch brands, still haven't had the chance to go…”
He nods sweetly, coming up to kiss your cheek.
“I don't think I have any condoms left baby.”
You blink up at him, half-drunk and melting. “But… we were gonna be safe—”
“I’ll pull out,” he lies smoothly, already lining himself up before you feel the thick, raw heat of his cock slowly sliding into you. “Promise. Just let me feel you. Just for a second. You’re so wet, baby, fuck.”
It feels too good to stop, he knows it does. You’re drunk, tired, loose-limbed under him, hands pressed to his chest as he starts fucking you like he’s trying to wreck you. Every thrust deep, his hips grinding slow and heavy, making your walls flutter around him.
Mingyu spits in your mouth when you pant too hard to speak. Letting it drip onto your tongue with a pretty “There you go. That’s my good girl.”
Your eyes roll back. You’re not even thinking anymore. Just moaning and letting him use you, sloppy and half-asleep and ruined.
And when he feels you clench around him—so warm, so fertile—he snaps.
His lips find your nipples, latching on like he’s in a daze, tongue swirling, sucking hard enough to leave them sore. You gasp, whimpering as he suckles like he needs to, big hand splayed on your stomach like he’s already picturing it round and full.
“Gyu—mmph—so big—”
“I know, angel,” he pants. “Taking me so good. My sweet girl. My good girl. Gonna keep you forever. You’ll see.”
And even after you cum he keeps going, hips grinding deep as you shake around him, tears spilling down your cheeks from the heat of it.
That’s when he pins your hips.
Fucks into you harder.
Doesn’t stop when you gasp, “Wait—wait, baby—”
“Shhh,” he moans, thrusts erratic now, buried to the hilt. “You’ll be okay. I got you. You can take it, baby, I need to—fuck—I need you full.”
Your eyes fly open. “Wha—Mingyu—?”
But it’s too late.
His head drops to your shoulder, his breath stuttering and you're barely lucid when he finally cums, thick and hot and deep inside, stuffing you full. His hand cups your belly, pressing down gently.
You feel it.
The slow, warm rush of it filling you up. Sticky. Intentional.
He moans, clinging to you as he kisses your jaw like he didn’t just lie. Like he didn’t just choose this.
“Fuck—my bad baby,” he whispers, smiling sweet. “Was an accident, baby. You know I’d never do it on purpose, you just felt too good.”
Your heart beats too loud in your ears, still hazy, too tired to make sense of the panic buzzing low in your stomach. You blink up at him, limp, fucked dumb, as he cups your belly with that same sweet smile before he slowly starts to thrust up into you again with a heavy groan leaving his lips.
You start to tremble beneath him, whining his name with tears in your eyes, but he doesn’t stop. Not even when you start to cry out from the overstimulation.
“Y-you came already,” you sob. “Too much, Gyu—”
“Shh, it’s okay. You're fine,” he mumbles into your skin. He’s drooling on your tits now, biting marks into your neck. “Can’t lose you, baby. You’re mine. My pretty girl needs me, right?”
You barely register the words, too fucked-out to care.
He cums again with a guttural moan, buried so deep inside you, his cock twitches against your cervix.
There’s so much cum. You feel it. It’s warm and thick and leaking out the second he pulls back to watch it drip down to your ass.
And he smiles.
Because even if you ask about it tomorrow—why didn’t he wear the condom from the pack you knew he bought just two days ago—he’ll just blame the alcohol in your system, the heat of the moment, the way you begged him not to stop.
And if you don’t ask?
Even better.
You’ve always had a fickle cycle.
A day late, three days early, a skipped month here and there when you're stressed. It’s nothing new. So when your period doesn’t come, you blame the heatwave, the long nights, the alcohol, the overtime shifts. You don’t blame your boyfriend—your perfect, doting, ridiculously attentive boyfriend—who’s been massaging your lower back every evening and rubbing your body with oils every night like it’s already growing. No.
And then the nausea starts.
It creeps in slowly—first in the morning, then after coffee, and one afternoon after lunch, you throw up so violently you start crying on the floor, still gripping the edge of the sink for dear life.
Mingyu is there in seconds. He’s always right there when you need him.
“Oh, baby,” he murmurs, pulling your hair back gently. His big palm stroking down your spine while your whole body trembles. “That bad?”
You nod, sniffling, eyes glassy. “I-I don’t know, I think I’m getting sick…”
He hums, calm and so damn patient, pressing a kiss to your clammy forehead. “Let me make you some soup, okay? Just go lie down for a bit.”
He doesn’t leave your side all day.
He feeds you spoonfuls while you sit curled in a blanket. Rubs your calves. Brushes your hair. You feel like shit—but god, you don’t deserve someone this sweet.
“Maybe it’s stress,” you murmur. “I’ve been kind of all over the place lately…”
“You’ve been perfect,” he says simply.
You smile, weak and grateful, and lean into his shoulder.
But by day three of throwing up, something clicks.
You don’t say anything right away—you don’t want to freak him out. But when he’s gone for a quick store run, you drag yourself into the bathroom, pull out the test shoved way in the back of the drawer, and sit on the toilet, hands shaking.
You don’t look.
You can’t.
Not until the timer buzzes.
And then your whole world collapses.
He finds you sitting on the bathroom floor, test in hand, lips trembling and eyes full of panic.
“Mingyu…”
He knows. Of course he does.
But he acts like he doesn’t. He crouches beside you so gently, rubbing your thigh, worry etched deep into his face.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
You hold the test out to him like it’s burning your fingers.
“This can’t—this can’t be right,” you whisper. “I—I didn’t mean to. We were so careful, Gyu, I swear—”
He doesn’t say a word, just pulls you into his chest and holds you as you break down.
You sob and sob and sob, gut-wrenching, ugly, terrified crying while he cradles you like your something fragile. His lips brush your temple, and his hand never stops stroking your back.
“I don’t understand,” you cry. “We were careful—and you always wore condoms, we made sure—I should've never gotten off the pill—"
He cuts you off with a kiss to your forehead.
“Accidents happen, baby. Even when you’re careful. This doesn’t mean you did anything wrong.”
“But we’re young,” you whisper. “You’re not mad?”
He blinks at you like you’re insane. “Mad? Baby, I love you.”
“But I didn’t mean for this to happen,” you sob. “I’m so sorry—what if I ruin everything? What if I’m not ready—Mingyu, I can’t—I don’t know what to do—”
He cups your face and forces you to look at him.
“You’re gonna be the best mom in the world,” he says firmly. “And you’re not ruining anything. You’re giving us something beautiful.”
You stare at him, stunned. His expression is so open, so pure and unshaken.
“You’re not… scared?” You ask again, still in shock.
He shakes his head and cups your cheeks. “I’ve got you, just breathe. We’re in this together, yeah? I’m gonna take care of everything. You and our baby.”
You shatter all over again.
Because you can’t believe how lucky you are to have someone like him.
Later that night, after you’ve cried yourself to sleep in his arms, curled up in his hoodie with his palm resting over your belly, Mingyu presses a kiss to your forehead and smiles.
You’re not going anywhere now. You’re finally his again. Fully, completely.
Just you. Home. Soft and sore and round and his.
Forever.
for everyone that have sent in requests so far… THEY’RE ALL SO GOOD MY MIND IS SWIMMING WITH THOUGHTS 😵💫😵💫 I’ve read every single one and I’ve already drafted a few today and I’ll have them done during this weekend! i just wanna say… keep them coming :)
“Don’t spam my likes, don’t put too much in my asks” bruh what I love attention spam the fuck outta me put what you had for breakfast in my asks
hi! I've read some on ur works and I've been wanting to request smth! but before I can, I js wanted to clarify if u write noncon? like srs noncon. no consent given at any point. I understand if there r strict boundaries on what u write and I wont try to cross them. anyways, have a great day or night >ᴗ<
hiii!! yes i do write noncon!! I don’t rlly have any strict boundaries but thank you and I hope you have a lovely day/night too 🫶🏼
and I can’t wait to see your request, I’ll do my best to have it published today :)
𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩.
𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 !
𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.
𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥.
𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨
↠ dessert part one - seungcheol x jeonghan x reader
↠ conditioned part one - seungcheol x joshua x reader
part two
𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨/𝙤𝙣𝙚-𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨
↠ jealousy - seungcheol x reader
⤷𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱
𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧.
𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨
↠ dessert part one - seungcheol x jeonghan x reader
𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨/𝙤𝙣𝙚-𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨
⤷forced breeding
𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠.
𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨
↠ conditioned part one - seungcheol x joshua x reader
part two
𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨/𝙤𝙣𝙚-𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨
𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐢.
𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠.
𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨.
𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐢𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧.
𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐦𝐢𝐧.
𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐮.
𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨/𝙤𝙣𝙚-𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨
⤷impatient - mingyu x reader
𝐱𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐨.
𝐛𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐧.
𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐥.
𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧.
Hiii!! I was wondering when will dessert part 2 be released? 🥰😝😝
I don’t mean any pressure! I’m just wondering 💞
hiii I’m so sorry I know a lot of you have been wondering this but i still haven’t finished it so I don’t know when i might release it :( but i will let you guys know as soon as I’m done!! 💕
until then though by requests are open so if you have any ideas for smaller one shots I’m here to serve them today :)
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Hi lovely,
I recently discovered your blog and I am loving all your works 😍
Can I request a 'just the tip' with Seungcheol 🫶
Looking forward to the next part of conditioned 😍😍
→ PAIRING: seungcheol x female reader
→ WARNINGS: smut, dark themes, dubcon, coercion, readers first time, unprotected sex, forced breeding, creampie, lots of pet names
A/N: didn’t proof read this and it’s 1am so if I forgot any warnings pls let me know and if you don’t want to read it you don’t have to free will is a thing okay bye enjoy this for everyone waiting and especially anon who asked for this <3
The movie was long forgotten.
You’d only meant to lean in for a little kiss — just a little affection — but Seungcheol’s always been greedy.
His hands gripped your waist tighter the second you climbed into his lap, and you felt the subtle, hungry grind of his hips beneath you as his mouth moved over yours with the kind of need that left your head spinning.
It hasn’t even been a month since you started dating. Not long enough, you tell yourself. But the low, deep groan that rumbles from his throat when your hips accidentally shift against his hardening length... the sound alone is enough to make your stomach flutter.
"Baby..." His lips trail hot and slow down the curve of your jaw, pressing against the sensitive spot beneath your ear, then lower, to the column of your throat. "You have no idea what you do to me."
You shudder when his mouth latches onto the crook of your neck, teeth grazing your skin before he sucks hard, marking you with a dark bruise. You feel his cock twitch beneath you, and it makes you ache, though the innocent part of you is still shy, unsure.
“Seungcheol…” your voice barely comes out, breathless, flustered.
His hands slowly slip beneath the hem of your top, and you feel his warm palms splay over your skin, pushing the fabric higher.
“Take this off for me, sweetheart.” His voice is low, husky. “Let me see you.”
You hesitate for only a second, feeling your cheeks burn, but the look in his eyes — so loving, so adoring — makes it impossible to say no. You pull your top over your head, sitting there in just your bra before him, but your arms quickly fold over your chest, shielding yourself.
"Don't hide from me, baby." He tuts softly, fingers tugging at your arms until you drop them, vulnerable beneath his dark gaze. "You're so beautiful... I could spend forever just looking at you."
His hands move to your bra, unclasping it with practiced ease, letting it fall away. The cold air makes you shiver, but his warm mouth soon replaces it, lips latching onto your nipple with a soft moan. He suckles noisily, tongue swirling around the taut bud, and the new sensation sends another moan slipping from your lips, your body trembling slightly in his lap.
"You like that, don't you?" He mumbles against your skin, flicking his tongue again. "You're perfect, baby. So fucking perfect."
You’re too shy to respond, and he notices — of course he notices. He always does.
"Hey." He lifts his head, brushing your hair out of your face. "Want me to take my shirt off too? Might make you feel less nervous, hm?"
You nod, and he peels his black tee over his head, revealing the solid expanse of muscle beneath. Your mouth parts slightly, eyes raking over his toned chest and his strong arms. You lift your hand without thinking, fingers gliding over the bulge of his bicep, and his lips are back on yours in an instant, more desperate and messier than before. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, claiming every inch of you.
You feel him, hard and straining beneath his sweatpants, the thick outline pressing right against your inner thigh. You stiffen, nervous, pulling away slightly.
"Shh," he whispers, noticing the change in you. "It's okay, baby. You’ve been moving around so much... can’t help it. Let me make you feel good, yeah?"
Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you nod, watching him guide your hands to the waistband of your pants. He helps you push them down, along with your panties, until you’re fully bare, perched on his lap like a trembling little doll.
"Such a good girl," he breathes, fingers grazing over your slick folds. You jolt at the contact, hips twitching, but his touch is gentle, coaxing. "So wet already... all for me angel?"
A whimper leaves you as his fingers tease your clit, barely brushing over it before pulling away, again and again, until you're gasping for air, your thighs clenching around his hand. He slides two fingers through your folds, collecting your slick before raising them to his lips and sucking them clean, groaning deeply.
"Fuck, you taste like heaven," he growls. "I’ll never get enough of you."
A few more minutes pass like this, heavy breaths and sloppy kisses filling the room, until he can’t take it anymore. His cock is painfully hard, throbbing against you.
"Baby," he whispers against your neck, voice strained. "I have an idea... need a little relief too, you know?"
You tilt your head, confused, as he slips his hand beneath your thighs and starts tugging his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. You blink, startled, and start to shift away, but he hushes you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
"Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. I just wanna feel you... skin to skin. I promise."
You nod slowly, trusting him, letting yourself sink back into his lap. His cock rests heavy and hot between your folds, the thick tip sliding through your slick, and his hands dig into your waist as he groans low and sharp, his self-control hanging by a thread.
"Baby," he rasps, "can I... can I please just put the tip in? I swear, it doesn’t count. I won’t take your virginity yet. I know you wanna wait, but fuck— I need something, please."
You bite your lip, hesitating. "I... I think it’s still too early."
"Please, baby." His voice is broken, desperate. "I just need the tip. You feel so fucking good. I can’t... I can’t take it anymore."
You finally nod, slowly, and he grips his cock, rubbing the head along your slit until you're slick enough. His other arm snakes around your waist, locking you in place as the swollen tip nudges against your entrance. You flinch at the stretch, nerves flickering across your face.
"Don’t worry, baby," he soothes, kissing your cheek. "It’s not all the way. You’re doing so well for me."
But the way your body clings to him, the little whimpers you let out, the sight of you biting your lip, flushed and needy — it drives him wild. His cock throbs against your folds, precum mixing with your arousal.
"You don’t think I’ll fit, huh?" He chuckles darkly, his voice dipping low. "I have a feeling you’ll take me just fine, baby. A little size training every day and you’ll be perfect."
Your head swims at his words, your body trembling. His cock slides along your slit again, pressing more firmly, and you gasp.
"Ch-Cheol... I could still get pregnant like this."
He lets out a breathy laugh, kissing your shoulder. "That’s cute, baby. Doesn’t count unless I cum inside you... and even then, you’d look so fucking beautiful all knocked up for me."
His tip teases your entrance again, and before you can gather your thoughts, he’s pressing in — just a little — but the heat, the pressure, the stretch has your head spinning. You glance at him, wide-eyed, but he’s staring at you with raw, dark hunger.
And then you make that face — that sweet, fucked-out look, eyes rolling back just slightly, lips parting — and that’s all it takes.
His hands tighten on your waist, and with one hard thrust, he sinks all the way inside you, bottoming out in one shocking, deep stroke. You cry out, the sudden stretch burning, but the overwhelming pleasure drowns it out almost immediately.
"Fuck, baby," he growls into your neck, his voice rough, strained. "I’m sorry... you just felt too fucking good. I couldn’t stop myself."
His hips start moving, hard and fast, fucking into you with an almost animalistic hunger. His mouth is at your ear, voice low and filthy.
"You feel that, baby? How tight your little pussy is, squeezing me so fucking good? God, I’ve been waiting for this. So fucking perfect... made for me."
You cling to him, helpless against the relentless pace, pleasure building sharp and hot in your belly.
"Let go for me, sweetheart," he urges, lips brushing your ear. "Cum for me, baby. I wanna feel it."
And you do — the world blurs as your climax hits, body trembling around him, but even as you whimper, pleading, "Seungcheol, pull out—" he doesn’t.
"Can’t, baby," he groans, jaw clenched tight. "I’ve waited too fucking long for this... your pussy’s too good, can’t pull out now."
His pace turns rough, desperate, until he finally buries himself deep with a broken moan, warmth flooding inside you as his cock throbs, spilling his load in thick, heavy ropes. Your body twitches at the sensation, too exhausted to move, your head falling onto his shoulder as he cradles you, both of you sticky and spent, still connected.
"You did so good for me, baby," he whispers, brushing kisses across your hair. "No more denying me, okay? You’re mine now."
You nod weakly, tears trailing down your cheeks as he nuzzles against you, voice soft and content.
"Just a few more minutes, baby, then I’ll run you a bath. After that... I want you in bed, curled up against me."
And you know he means it. You know this is only the beginning.
SEVENTEEN 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐃𝐀𝐘: NEW BURSTDAY
