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recent work ā galipette! (c.sc). coming soon ā ?
just wearing some mini skirts
don't close your eyes
this ain't for you
aka: after the tragic end of your relationship, it's no surprise just how much you grew to hate choi seungcheol, the reason for it all. but still, he was the best fuck you ever had.
TAGS ā uni!au, fratboy!seungcheol, exes that still fuck, smut.
WARNINGS ā language, fem!reader, arguments (too much..), explicit sexual content (MINORS, DNI!) semi-public(?) sex, hate sex, eventual soft sex oop.
PLAYLIST ā galipette (bibi remix) by lolo zouaĆÆ & bibi; pl4yg1rl by lolo zouaĆÆ; bla bla bla by mƤneskin; if not for you by mƤneskin.
WORD COUNT ā 6.6k words
NOTE: alright so.. it's been two years.. :pained_smile: i swear to god i could have finished it sooner if i just made cheol and reader-chan stop TALKING SO MUCH but my friend said they adored the talking which just opened a whole lot more yapping from them. i'm sorry if this is so out of date now and if someone already did something similar.. i swear i can show proof that i started writing this shit out two years ago.
ok i should stop talking now LMAO. it's been a very long time coming so i hope you guys enjoy what i've been laboring over.
also yes, this is connected to my other fic, heaven angel with yoon jeonghan. so, this is me shamelessly making you guys read my other fic (though this is completely fine as a standalone so don't worry). if this does well, maybe i might open up a whole fratboy au for svt where each member gets their own fic or whatevuh.. haha.. who said that..
also for my star @cheolhub š» i'm so sorry it took so long but heyyy surpriseeee haha... (idk if you still go on here).
also thank you to @szakias for proofreading and enabling cheol and reader to be the yappers that they are. thank you for encouraging me theses past two years for this damn piece. your live reactions give me joy. i love you. xx
reblog & replies are very appreciated!
explicit warnings under the cut.
EXPLICIT WARNINGS ā hate sex, (semi?) public sex, car sex, makeout scene, oral (f), degradation, reader is a BRAT, praise, petnames (baby, doll), mention of sharing you with other people, slight dubcon (or straight up dubcon.. sorry but reader is ACTUALLY VERY INTO IT I SWEAR), unintentional orgasm denial, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, breeding, a bit of overstimulation.
Choi Seungcheol was a real piece of work. He was arrogant, a true self-centered ass of a person, and just so severely driven by his own ego that he wouldāve done anything to safeguard it, even if it meant hurting other people. And he had. He had hurt you. He had hurt the relationship you both had beautifully built over the years and oh how fast did it crumble.
So, you should hate him. You do hate him. You hate seeing his face. You hate breathing in the same space as him. And absolutely, you hate kissing these thick lips of his thatās currently melding with yours almost too perfectly.
āStill obsessed with me, arenāt you?ā Seungcheol grins smugly against your mouth as he eases his body further into you until your back is pressed hard against the side of his car. āWhy else would you show up at my house party?ā
āYouāre so full of yourself,ā you scoff, but manicured hands are fisting themselves around the thick material of his jacket to tug him impossibly closer, your tongue shoved inside his wet mouth and licking up against the roof. āWhat if I just wanted to have fun at a party?ā
āLike thatās believable,ā he grunts, roughened hands venturing down your figure and up your tennis skirt where it rests over the curve of your ass. āYou even wore the skirt I like on you.ā
āItās my favorite skirt,ā you counter.
āItās the skirt you know I like to fuck you in.ā
āItās the skirt I like to get fucked in. Really, Cheol, stop thinking about yourself. I didnāt wear it for you.ā
The darkness was thick tonight, the faint glow of street lamps being the only thing illuminating the driveway around them, as well as the mischievous look that was written all over Seungcheolās face when he drew away from you. You knew that look too well and hated how heat stirred in your stomach at the sight of it. The hate only grew when his finger hooks itself around the band of your panties and pulls it taut before letting it snap back against your skin. It prickled harshly, and you had to chew down hard on your bottom lip to keep a yelp at bay. You would not give him that satisfaction.Ā
āAnd yet youāre here with me,ā Seungcheol cocks his head to the side. āLetting me feel you up your favorite skirt while you shove your tongue down my throat.ā
Warmth crept up your cheeks, but you still didnāt let up. āYou seemed to be the most convenient fuck.āĀ
His jaw flexed but his lips were still curled. āWas I now?ā
āWell,ā you hummed. āThere was someone else also in mind.ā The lie slips from you too easily. But you shouldnāt have said it. It wasnāt a lie that there had been another convenient person. You fooled around with him before; earlier, you had caught him eyeing you too eagerly as you twirled about in your skirt on the dance floor. He just wasnāt a true option to you, not anymore, and not when Cheol had stood right beside him looking just as eager if not more.
But Cheol now grew stern, his gaze darkened and weighted. āWho?āĀ Ā
āWho I want to fuck is none of your business,ā you snorted but youāre the one grinning this time. āI wouldāve gone to talk to him had you not practically dragged me out here.ā
His hands start to grip at your hips. āDo you think heād be good at it?ā
āRude,ā You snicker and tap a teasing finger on his chest. āWhatās it to you? I can fuck who I want.āĀ
āHow many people have you fucked since you broke up with me?ā Rancor stained his tone as he completely ignores your questions, pressing himself harder against you until you can feel his growing erection against your hip.Ā
āWhatās it to you?ā you ask again venomously, actively ignoring his advances as you lift your chin up high to stare him down. āWhy the fuck do you care?ā
āWere they as good as I am?ā Seungcheol urged, grasping your chin in his fingers. āDid you finish as hard as you did when you were with me?ā
Ā Ā This lie doesnāt come as easily. Thereās a silent beat of hesitation before you reply, āI did.ā
But Seungcheol was no idiot. He had caught it and his lips were already spreading into the nastiest smile.āOh, did you now?ā
āI came harder on his tongue than I ever have on yours,ā you snapped back harshly and that wasnāt a lie.Ā
Seungcheol had also caught that it wasn't. You could practically feel the heat of his anger emanating from him and the grip he had on your face was almost bruising.Ā
āOh, did you now?ā He says again.
Youād come to regret your words later on, but for now, your gaze was unfaltering. āUntil my legs were shaking.ā You tilt your head. āI donāt recall you ever doing that for me with your mouth.ā
When his anger flared brighter, your grin grew wider.Ā
āYou piss me the fuck off,ā Seungcheol seethed.
āYeah, well, the feelingās mutual,ā you parried with a roll of your eyes. A finger taps on the car door. āSo, hurry up and unlock your car so we can fuck and get out of each otherās sight.ā
Seungcheol gives you a long look, his lips twitching. āI forgot my keys inside the house.ā
āYouāve got to be shitting me, Cheol,ā you sighed and shoved him off you. āNow, what? We go back inside and into your room instead?ā
āNo,ā he immediately said, stepping right back into your space. āIāll take you right here.ā
Your eyes narrow, but your pulse quickens. āNow, youāve really got to be shitting me.ā
āIām not.ā His hands roam again under your skirt, tracing featherlight lines up your thigh. āNo oneās here, and if I recall correctly, you donāt mind a little danger.ā
āCheol,ā you try for stern, but your voice wavers.
āCāmon, baby,ā Seungcheol laughs darkly. āItāll be fun, just like old times. I know you want to.ā
āYou donāt know shit.ā
āYouāre still trying to put up a fight?ā He asks, amused.Ā
Your mouth falls open to speak, to retort with the most vicious spite, but a strangled moan comes to supersede it. Seungcheol had cupped a hand over your clothed cunt, his middle finger stroking over the soaked-through lace. Your own hand went to grip at his arm, nails digging into the thick material of his jacket.
āWhy try?ā Seungcheol pressed on, leaning in until his lips hover over your ear, breath tickling. āI can feel how wet you are, baby. The thought turns you on, doesnāt it? The thought of being caught? Youāre still the same whore.ā
āJust hurry the fuck up,ā you hiss sharply, breath hitching.Ā
āOr maybe not,ā he clicks his tongue and pushes himself off of you. āYou used to be so nice.ā
āIām nice to people who deserve it.ā
āAnd I donāt?ā
You stare at him, long and hard. āYouāre really asking me that?ā
He huffed a laugh, one without humor, but in his eyes, there was a faintest flicker. āWhat do I have to do to deserve it again?ā
āGet to fucking me and Iāll consider it.ā
Seungcheol scoffed but said nothing more.
And you smile, pleased by his compliance though as begrudging as it was. But as quickly as your smile appeared, it recedes into a frown of confusion when Seungcheol gets down on his knees.
āWhat are you - ?ā
āEating you out, what else does it look like?ā Seungcheol replied, lifting up your skirt. āYou really think Iām going to let what you said slide? No, Iām going to fuck you with my tongue.ā
āDid it bother you that badly?ā You grunt out, exasperated, but anticipation and want twist your insides. āWho has the obsession now?ā
Seungcheol did not bother to retort and instead latched his mouth right over your covered sex, his warm tongue laving you up deeply.
āOh fuck,ā you gasp out too loudly before immediately throwing a hand over your open mouth
āDonāt,ā Seungcheol grunts against you and raises a hand to land a hard slap against the side of your ass. āDonāt fucking cover your mouth.ā
You glare down at him āPeople will hear -ā
āThe music is way too loud for them to hear your pathetic moans,ā Seungcheol points out when he draws back, a smug simper pulling his lips. āA shame, really. I did want them to hear you. Especially whoever the fuck else you wanted to fuck tonight.ā
You ignore that. āAnd your neighbors?ā
āItās the dead of night and theyāre too far away to hear you probably.ā His brow raises. āAs long as you donāt plan on screaming my name, that is. I could make that happen if you want.ā
āDonāt kid yourself,ā you snort and place a hand on his head for you to push his face back against your cunt. āJust hurry up.ā
A strange murmur is made against you. You frowned.
Was Seungcheol laughing?
Before you could fully discern it, prying fingers tug your panties to the side and the wet heat of Seungcheolās mouth replaced what it had covered.
As intense as Seungcheol had been with his ripostes, the disparity of his pace was a bit jarring. He moved slow, almost languid, but none of it was meant to tease. In fact, it was as if Seungcheol was savoring you, running his eager tongue along your seam and lapping up the nectar trickling down, leaving none to waste. Thereās another murmur made right to your core, but this time you knew what it wasāa moan so deep and hungryāand itās the smallest spark that fuels the starting flickers of pleasure low in your belly.
Your thighs strain in his hold and despite his insistence, you still attempt to swallow down noises that threaten to come out with a bite on the inside of your cheek. And he senses your stubbornness because heās further burying his face into your cunt, his thick lips fastening around your clit to suck on with a growing fervency of a starving man. Much to your dismay, it works wonders because youāre gasping as if air had been ripped out of your lungs, your body bowing forward as if youād been socked hard in the gut.
āO-Oh my fuck, Cheol - !ā The words come out of you in an airy mix of a laugh of disbelief and just pure pleasure, because holy fuck, where was this eager energy before?
Ā Seungcheol is working you open deliciously and so sinfully, his thumbs coming at the sides to spread your cunt wide as he drags the flat of his wet muscle over your labia, leaving no crevice untouched. When youāre perfectly drenched in a sinful concoction of your own fluids and his saliva, he moves even deeper, this time spearing his fervid tongue inside you.
At this point itās hard not to give in. Youāre mewling, a hand furiously holding his head in place for you to rut against his very face, while the other furiously bunches up your own skirt to keep your view of Seungcheol from being obstructed. More than just feeling it all, you also wanted to see how he worked, how his tongue dips and laps with elation at the wetness you leak. It's embarrassing how quickly your legs shake beneath you, evidence of just how long you had been starved of being touched like this. So, you now appreciate how languid his movements are, knowing that if it had been any faster, youād be crumbling at the same speed.
āIs this what you wanted, doll?ā Seungcheol drawls when he pulls back for a moment for some air, his labored breathing hot against your core. āGood enough for you, hm?ā
āYes,ā you huffed out, hips jerking to chase after his mouth. He indulges, licking a fat, wet stripe up your slit, and youāre writhing in his hold again. āItās so good, baby. Please donāt stop. Please - ā
You catch his curl of lip, feel it right up against you, before it goes to resume its lustful ministrations. Itās back on the swollen, sensitive nub of you, sucking with tongue flicking over it. A finger is addedāa thumb breaching your channel and hookingāand your quivering legs would have given out from under you if your hand had not hurriedly reached for one of the carās handles. You forgo watching him for balance as the skirt once again falls over him, but that doesn't matter much anymore when Seungcheol finally sets a rhythm that has fiery bliss twisting your insides, consuming you whole.Ā
This was the thing about Choi Seungcheol. No matter how much you deride and criticize him, no matter how much you claim to hate him, no one was as incredibly well-tuned to your body as he was. He knew what had been a lie and what wasnāt, and so he knew what reactions to watch out for, what you liked and didnāt care for. And with what you spat at him about his oral ineptness, he seemed especially keen now, eyes calculating every twitch, ears perking at every noise. What seemed like practiced movements turned into something natural now, and with every stroke made only pushed you further over the edge.Ā
āI-Iām so close.ā The words were a pain to utter. Some of it was because of hurt pride of having to admit and succumb to Choi Seungcheol. The majority of it was because Seungcheol moved his tongue in a way that has your throat tightening up, has stars tainting your line of vision. When Seungcheol goes down to lap at your fluttering hole, you cant up your hips almost wildly for his nose to brush up against your clit. When his mouth pays your clit direct attention again, youāre pushing his face further in to revel in its decadent warmth. The pleasure was piercing as it was constricting, racketing your frame, seizing your muscles. And Seungcheol is merciless, maintaining pace but movements growing hungrier and sloppier. Your jaw goes slack, falling wide open for the most ludicrous moan to spill over -
āY/N?ā
You both go rigid.
You peer down and find Seungcheol pulling away from you to give you a questioning look. You echoed the sentiment.Ā
Two pairs of eyes wander around, searching for the intruder only to be met with the empty night and its breeze, until the voice sounded again from behind, and sounded just a little closer than it had been.Ā
āY/N?ā A short pause, before its volume softens. āDid she leave already?ā
Thereās a frown pulling your lips down. The voice rang familiar, but in your lust-oriented head, it took a ridiculous amount of effort to put a face with it. But you didnāt dare turn back to check for yourself.
Seungcheol figured it out first. Heās yanking you down hard by the wrist until your head is hidden away by his car. You stumble around with still-quivering legs, shoe scratching roughly against concrete, and Seungcheol reaches to steady you with hands on your waist.
Light footsteps trudge near. āWhoās there?ā
āMake a little more noise, why wonāt you?ā Seungcheol hissed at you through gritted teeth, then gestured a chin out. āItās Lee Chan.ā
He threw a hand over your moving mouth and narrowed his eyes in warning. You gave him an obnoxious roll of your eyes. His hand stays glued on you as he stands and finally acknowledges the younger. āChan, hey. What are you doing out here?
āOh, Cheol,ā Chan said, voice dropping. āI was just looking for⦠Nevermind. What are you doing crouching over there?ā
āI dropped something.ā The excuse was lame, but his tone was cool, much too calm for comfort. āWhy were you looking for Y/N?ā
You grow tense and you can only imagine Chan did as well from how he replies. āOh, um. I - uh - had something I needed to talk to her about.ā
āWell, she left,ā Seungcheol lied nonchalantly. āI could take a message for her.ā
Thereās a pause. āArenāt you guys not talking?ā
āWe worked it out.ā You hope Seungcheol could feel your sneer against his palm. āWhat did you want to say to her?ā
āItās really something thatās between us, really.ā
Seungcheol shrugged, but you caught a glint in his eyes. āSuit yourself.ā
A shuffle of feet against the pavement. āAre you coming back in yet?ā
āI will,ā Seungcheol said and reached for something in his pocket. Your eyes bulge out of its sockets at the sight of his car keys being drawn out, and it took every fraction of self-control not to bite his hand off right there. Thereās a click of the lock and Seungcheol opens the door for the backseat. āThereās just something I need to do first.ā
āWell, better hurry it up,ā Chan said. āThe guys are getting rowdier with you and Jeonghan gone doing god knows what.ā
āMhm,ā Seungcheol hummed, completely uninterested and obviously not listening to what was said about the fraternity being laid to waste with the lack of present leadership. The president was more occupied with hauling you up by your arm and forcibly pushing you onto the seats of his car.Ā
You land hard on your back with a gasp. Thereās barely enough time to adjust yourself as strong hands grab hold of your legs to drag you close to the edge.
āSo,ā Seungcheol started, palm soothing over the insides of your thighs to spread them wide. āChan?ā
āWhat about him?ā You try to level your voice, but itās hard when his deft fingers slip your panties down your legs, the cool evening breeze kissing your cunt.
āWas it his mouth?ā Seungcheol asked coolly as he got back down on his knees.
You watched him, careful. āWhat are you on about?ā
A click of tongue. āYou know better than to play dumb with me.ā
āBut Iām -ā You stop yourself when Seungcheol flickered his gaze to you, daring you, warning you.Ā
āBe careful of what you say,ā he murmured, pressing his lips against the side of your knee. āItāll determine what Iāll do next.ā
You chew on your bottom lip and perch yourself up on your elbows. āThereās nothing going on between Chan and I.ā
His lips pull into a mysterious smile. āThatās not what I asked, doll.ā
Irritation gnawed on you. āI donāt owe you any explanation. You lied about not having your keys.ā
āI think fucking my friend holds a lot more weight than that.ā
You tried to remain impassive.āDoes it?ā
Seungcheol hummed. āAgree to disagree then.ā
āI have no idea whatās gotten you so upset,ā you began to say, though the words come out strained when Seungcheol decides to line kisses up the inside of your thigh. āYou used to talk about how youād love to share me with your friends - ā
Something inside you snapped. āWell, when were you ever?ā
The silence was weighted, settling over you, smothering you.Ā
Seungcheol raised his head.Ā
āThatās not fair.ā There was a tonal shift in his voiceāone that made you visibly wince, but your gaze was unwavering on his, pride tightening its reins.Ā
āDidnāt feel fair to me either when you just left that day,ā you retorted, meaning to sound vexed but it comes out too careful, too soft.
Seungcheol rose to his feet, bristling. You waited for that temper of his to appear, waited for sharp words to pierce through. But what came instead shook you harder than anything you could have ever possibly prepared for.
āIām sorry that I did,ā Seungcheol said. Shadows obstructed your vision of him, so there was nothing to rely on besides the sincerity bleeding from his tone. A hand squeezed your thigh. āBut you werenāt exactly the kindest to me either that day.ā
Your eyes shift away, eyelids fluttering shut.
Ā There was no argument to battle that.Ā
Seungcheolās touches retreat to rest atop your knees. His mouth opened, then closed. Itās when it opens again for roughly the third time, you decide to save his breath.
āI didnāt sleep with Chan.āĀ
His mouth closed.
Your eyes open and find him. āWe just.. Fooled around a little. It was a stupid, drunken decision. We both were out of it, really. WeĀ ran into each other at some party and drank together. He kept telling me how pretty I was, how you were a fool to have let me go. I only realized what happened by the end of it I just - !ā You shook your head of the imagery, of that dark hallway and the glint of Chanās heady gaze looking up at you. āI donāt know.ā
There was another round of silence. A finger taps lightly at the side of your knee and you feel yourself shirk a little with every beat.
Seungcheolās voice was almost a whisper, but the effect of his words against the quiet, he might as well have yelled. āI havenāt slept with anyone since.ā
Oh.
āI couldnāt bring myself to,ā he confessed. āIāve tried, but it just didnāt feel⦠right.āĀ
When the last word left him, his eyes searched your face, searching for an answer to a question unasked.
Did it feel right when you were with Chan?
It would be a fruitless search for Seungcheol.Ā
Seungcheol exhaled. āEvery time I tried, it never felt right. They were all great and eager, but.. But they just werenāt you.ā You feel his fingers fidget on your knee, his thumb rubbing nervous, idle circles. āChanādamn that little bastardāwas right about one thing though: I wasāamāa fool to have let you go. I shouldnāt have left you that day. I should have swallowed my pride, came back to you and apologized like a fucking man. Iām months too late, and you can hate me all you want, but please just know that Iām sorry. Iām so fucking sorry. I donāt expect you to forgive me because I donāt think I could ever forgive myself for hurting you the way I did. I never wanted to hurt you. Youāre the last person I ever wanted to hurt.ā
By the time he was done, his chest heaved; whether it was because he had used too much breath for his spiel or felt too much during it, you did not know. You did not know a lot of things right now. Everything inside you was in turmoil, debilitating any formation of every and any thought possible, and yet⦠Perhaps it was you that ended up feeling too much, despite yourself, that was one thing for certain that you knew. What you felt howeverā¦
You sat up, propping yourself with your palms behind you flat on the leather seats. You were close enough to Seungcheol now that you could feel the warmth of his breath caress over your cheeks. With this distance, you could see him just a little clearer now, see the caution written all over him. But he did not pull away.Ā
You let out a shaky breath. āDo you mean it?ā
Seungcheol did not miss a beat. āYes.ā
āYouāre really sorry?ā
āYes.ā
āReally?ā
āI already got down on my knees for you.ā
āBut you didnāt say sorry then.ā
āAnd youāre making me want to take it all back.ā
Despite yourself, you cracked a smile.Ā
Seungcheol mirrored it.Ā
You lay a hand atop his. āSo, you really do mean everything you said?ā
Seungcheol grunted but took your hand in his. āYes. Seriously - ?ā
You cut him off. āThat Chan was only right about one thing?ā
He tilted his head. āWhat - ?ā
You tilted your head. āWhat about how pretty I am?ā
Silence. Then -
Seungcheol laughed. Bright and full. āGod, you piss me the fuck off.ā
āSo, youāve told me,ā you grinned.Ā
Seungcheol reaches for you, a hand cradling one side of your jaw. His eyes caught the glint of the light outside and there, you saw the tender warmth flickering in them. āYouāre beautiful. My pretty little doll, Iāve missed you.ā
This was the thing about Choi Seungcheol. No matter how much you deride and criticize him, no matter how much you claim to hate him, you did notācould notāhate him, because damn it all, you loved him. You still love him. You love seeing his (stupid little) face. You love breathing in the same space as him. And youād tell him all this soon enough, and youād tell him how sorry you were too, but right now, all you could think about was how you love kissing these thick lips of his that youāve soon captured in your mouth, and damn was it fucking perfect.
The rumble of laughter he makes against you rouses the most delightful tremor down your spine. Your knees give way to accommodate his body as he leans you back down on the seats again, pressing himself hard against you. Thereās a grind of his hips on yours, not at all subtle with its primal needs. You arenāt either with the way you clawed at his back, your lower frame lifting to meet in time with his; it hurt, just a little, to have your bare cunt rub against rough denim, but with this desperation that was so deeply carnal, it was enough to galvanize a delicious friction scurrying through your body, to have you crave for more.Ā
But for Seungcheol, the one fully clad in clothes, it was not enough.
The temperature rose as the passion did, and in this cramped space, it all became harder to breathe when all you both did was swallow each otherās breaths. Seungcheolās jacket that you had so desperately clung onto was shrugged off his shoulders and thrown into god knows where, and soon, his hands busy themselves with the button of his jeans. You still could not see for shit, and so your heart rammed hard against your ribcage at the mere sound of his clothes ruffling about. When Seungcheol released a sigh, you knew he must have relieved himself of the clothed confines, or maybe had a hand on himself too. Curious, your own hand reaches between your bodies blindly, searching and aimless, then -
āFuck,ā Seungcheol breathes when you find what youāre looking for, fingers wrapped around the girth of him. Heās oh so warm, a hefty weight on your palm that throbs thickly. Then, you feel the jerk of his hips, unable to stop himself from fucking into the ring of your hand. And youāre unable to stop the giggle of delight that bubbles up your throat.
You felt his pointed gaze on you. āYou think this is funny?ā
āA little,ā you grinned. āKnowing that you havenāt fucked anyone in so long and so youāre this desperate.ā
āYou havenāt either.ā You can practically hear the pout in his tone.
And you kiss the pout. āAt least I had some action.ā
āAre you trying to piss me off?ā
āWe already established that.ā You shrug. āAnd it makes for better sex?ā
Seungcheol is grumbling.Ā
Youāre still laughing.
That is, until you feel his hand grip onto the side of your thigh, lifting and spreading you wide.
āYouāve got such a mouth on you,ā Seungcheol clicked his tongue, brushing his fingers up your thigh.Ā
You shivered. āAnd you love that I do.ā
āI canāt argue with that,ā he admitted. His free hand grips onto the side of your face, a thumb tenderly swiping over your cheek. That same digit is then tenderly pushed past your rather welcoming mouth, pressing down on the pink, wet muscle. āItās got other uses.ā
It was your turn for your gaze to turn piercing.
Seungcheol chuckled and removed his thumb, but heās still grasping at your face. āNow, will you please shut up and let me fuck you?ā
Your face warmed but you grunted. āCrude.ā
With another click of tongue, Seungcheol moves to cup his hand once more over your cunt, middle finger stroking languorously over your slit that has you choking.Ā
āStop acting high and mighty when youāre this pathetically wet,ā he crooned. āTell me you donāt want me then Iāll stop right here.ā The very tip of his finger slips inside you and you almost writhe. āMaybe Iāll call Chan out here for you if thatās what you want. Finish what you started with him.ā
You swallowed hard. āN-No.ā
His finger retreated. āāNo?ā āNoā what?ā
A whine. āI donāt want Chan.ā
A slow, sharp smile. āThen what do you want, doll?ā
This fucking guyā¦
āYou, you bastard,ā you seethed. āI want you.ā
āNow, was that so hard?ā A laugh. āThough you could be a little nicer.ā
āNot sure if you deserve it yet.ā
āRight.ā
The apprehensive, sarcastic tone he took made your anger flare a little brighter. Defiance, as it always was, was quick to encompass you, but now, it was quick to temper when you feel him prod at your entrance once more with something much girthier than a calloused finger.
You take Seungcheolās lips in yours once more, swiftly swooping in just as your heart did and desperately expressing every ounce of annoyance and affection possible through this fervent kiss. Then Seungcheol wastes no time, sinking his length inside of you, your silken walls welcoming him with some resistance, yet embracing him nonetheless. A long, shameless moan is pulled right out your lungs and Seungcheol echoed it, sounding like the most immoral harmony to ever grace the planet.Ā
āStill tight,ā Seungcheol lets out a breathy laugh. āYou werenāt kidding about not sleeping with anyone since.ā
āYou thought I was lying?ā You hissed.Ā
āNot at all,ā he hummed, a kissāgentle, so unlike the ones that came beforeāis placed on your sneering mouth. āItās just nice to be reminded.ā
The first motions were experimental, shallow thrusts with an extended pace which allowed you to adjust, to feel every inch and vein dragging against your walls. You moved against each other like it was naturalāa sedulous tangle of limbs reaching for each other and swallowing each other up in this shared, rapturous desire. The intimacy was not lost even with the months of loathing each other, and even when the pace is gradually picked up, Seungcheol being so set in clattering your bones and engraving himself so deeply inside. You were quick on the uptake with a similar resolve, your hips undulating as you meet back in time with Seungcheol, the raucous sound of skin slapping skin bouncing off this confined space of his car.
As talkative you guys had been, no words seemed to find you for a while when youāre both so impossibly lost in each other; whatever fragments of worry for the booming party a few feet away or the surrounding slumbering neighborhood were lost to dust. Mouths found other ways to keep busy, Seungcheolās own having mapped down until heās burrowed in the juncture of your neck, licking and nipping at skin where your pulse thrums wildly underneath; yours, on the other hand, seemed to only know one word at the very least.
āYes,ā you breathed, then continued to breathe with every breath knocked right out of you with each piston of his hips, each slide easier than the last with how much you leak.Ā
And Seungcheol is well aware of it, if not for the slippery feel of you, the wet squelches were salient enough, and god, was it inebriating.Ā
āYeah?ā Seungcheol crooned, dragging the flat of his tongue up the side of your throat, wet and warm. āDid you miss this? Did you miss me?ā
āSo much,ā you whimper, hands slipping themselves under his shirt for you to grab at his bare waist, to feel the tension of his muscles as he moves against you. āIāve missed you so fucking much. So please donāt stop. Please, please, please.ā
At your pitiful pleas, a grin both wide and crazy spreads across his face. Then, heās grasping at your chin, forcing you to look up at his probably crazed expression when he says, āWho am I to deny what my beautiful doll wants?ā
Though, even without your begging, Seungcheol wouldnāt dare think to. He doesnāt think he was even capable of it. Not when you feel as sinfully divine as you do. Not when you clenched around him like your life depended on it. Not when this was what he had been yearning for for months. And that desire is palpable when rationality slips from him as he fucks into you with a faculty of a mad man. A series of grunts and huffs of breath escapes past parted lips and meshes with the lewd squelches of his merciless drive into you. Even with the gradual building heat in his abdomen, he couldnāt rip his gaze off you, admiring every way your expression contorts into that of pleasure and stupor. And that pleasure and stupor is only greatly intensified when heās easing into you shallowly once more, hitting directly onto the sensitive nerves at an ungodly pace that has you trembling under him just as much as heās trembling above you.Ā
It should have been expected with the sheer amount of yearning heās had, but the pleasure hit him hard all at once, he barely had time to warn you. Itās said with a stuttered breath, his thrusts more sloppy and imprecise, and it only takes a few more before his cock gives one valiant twitch and heās finally spilling into you with a guttural moan, quickly muffled with your shoulder that he bites onto, earning a wail of your own.Ā
āCheol,ā you moan, your body quivering from the bliss of his warmth filling you up so suddenly. āFuck, itās so much. Oh my, god.ā You could feel his fluids seeping right out of you as his hips turn slow and jerky in its movement. Yet, you take it upon yourself to find your own release, as well as to aid him in riding out his own with slow ruts up into him, the slide much smoother and wetter this time around. Sweat rolls down your body, clothing sticking uncomfortably to your own skin, but your thoughts are too overtaken by your own need and want to be disturbed by it. Then came Seungcheolās brazen fingers gravitating to your clit and your vision whitened.
āNgh, Cheol!ā You cry, followed by delirious babbling of how good everything feels, how fucking good he feels.
Overstimulation teased at his senses, yet somehow Seungcheol still found it in himself to keep driving into you, albeit a little reckless and thoughtless. āLet it out, doll,ā he breathes in your ear, tongue lapping at the outer shell. āLet go for me.ā
A fucking magic trick, you thought humourously to yourself, as the muscles of your abdomen tense up and flare once those words are caress your ear. The heat spreading under your skin was a white hot flame, melting your insides to goo, blinding your sight. Your sanity is pulled so taut, back arched right off the leather seats and your head thrown so far back your neck strained. Then, youāre letting go just as he wanted, violent with a poorly stifled scream into your own palm.
Seungcheol makes a grab for your wrist, pulling it off you to hear your sweet noises, before heās crashing his mouth on yours to swallow it down to taste the sweetness for himself. The last remainders of his release are still pouring into you when your own seeps out of you in copious amounts; he uses that sinful concoction, scooping it with the tips of his fingers only to bring it back onto your swollen clit, smearing it with drawn circles.Ā
You shudder, pawing weakly at his arm. āCheol, pleaseā¦ā
Heās huffing a laugh against your lips and obliges, pulling his hand back and away just to place on the side of your thigh, thumbing over the skin.
āYou did well, doll,ā Seungcheol crooned, his free hand coming to hold your face for him to press a gentle kiss on your mouth. āMy pretty doll, you always do so well.ā
A part of you (pride) grumbled at his little display, but the sincerity now tainting his tone had you crumbling into him, reddened face buried in his shoulder.
āYouāre an asshole,ā you muttered, unable to help yourself by letting that sliver of pride slip out.
āI know,ā and Seungcheol did sound like he did. Thereās another kiss pressed on your temple this time. āIām really sorry.ā
A quiet falls on you both once more, but it was nothing like the ones that came before. There was comfort, a familiar ease, and if it werenāt for the fact that you both were in the stifling heat of Seungcheolās car that you both caused, you might have slumbered away. But you basked in it, basked in Seungcheolās warmth that you had not known (or refused to acknowledge) that you ached for all this time.
Would you come to know that ache again?
You give Seungcheolās shoulder a slight nudge. āCheol.ā
Seungcheol hummed in question, low and soft.
āWe need to clean up.ā
āIn a bit,ā he groaned. āI just.. I just want to hold you for a bit more.ā
Your pulse thrummed. āYou can hold me later in the comfort of your own bedroom, but for now, letās clean.ā
Thereās a grumble but Seungcheol eventually lets up, though not without a slow thrust made once more inside you.
You grip at his shoulder hard, swallowing down a groan. āWhat the fuck?ā
āI just had to make sure itās all in there,ā Seungcheol said too casually, but youāre sure heās grinning wide. āWe donāt want it dripping out as we walk through a crowd of people, right?ā
Your face burned in this darkness, but your silence was telling enough for Seungcheol to laugh.
Seungcheol helps you up, cleaning both you and himself as best as he could with some tissue he thankfully had stocked up in his car. Your feet wobble when it touches the ground again, and Seungcheol was quick to steady you with a firm arm wrapped around your waist.
āAll good?ā He asked as he began to lead you right back into the house where the party booms as loud as ever.
You hum a confirmation, legs weak but slowly regaining itself with each step.
Halfway to the entrance, Seungcheol comes to a slow halt to peer down at you, expression contemplative. You look up at him, expectant.Ā
There was no need for words to know the question that hangs above your heads; you both knew each other well enough that it went well beyond words. As for the answerā¦
āWeāll take it slow,ā you said.
Seungcheol nodded. āI didnāt expect any other answer.ā
You stay there for a moment, looking into each otherās agreeing gaze, yet still searching. Then, thereās a wisp of a smile from Seungcheol before heās turning away.Ā
āI really hope Chan was joking about the house being laid to waste while I was gone,ā grumbled Seungcheol, leading you again to where the music and chatters grow louder. āNot even sure where Jeonghan went either.ā
āMaybe he went off to fuck somewhere too,ā you joked.
Seungcheol laughed. āJeonghan? No way. I think heād have more manners at a party.ā
You gave him an offended look. āSo, we donāt?ā
He didnāt miss a beat. āAbsolutely not.ā
You kept that gaze at him for a moment more, pointed and heavy, before breaking off into laughter of your own, bright and full. āA perfect pair, we are.ā
Seungcheol smiled, his grip on your waist tighter. āWe will be.āĀ
hiii please add me to ur taglist!! i love your fics<3 also please write more for jeonghan and possibly something for minghao ? if you want ofc!!
hi! thank you so much, it really means a lot to me :( you have the honorary title of first person on my taglist if you can believe it....
i am planning to write more for jeonghan soon! heaven angel sequel is now haunting me from my docs. i don't have anything for minghao though so you're free to inspire me too if you want anything specific!
omg no we love the yappers, pls don't apologize for yapping š and i'm happy to give you your flowers because i always felt so warmed by carats' praise when i used to post so i want to make sure other writers feel it too! like not to gush even more but the flow of the writing was SO smooth, like i literally ate up every single word. and your word choices šš seriously congrats on that beautiful mind of yours
anyway if you ever did an enemies to lovers cheol fic, i'd give u my first born child that i'd conceive from reading that fic
omg you were a writer? š„ŗ thank you so much, it really means a lot to me you have no idea. i think the flow is something i'm most proud of? you have no idea the trials and tribulations it took me to get out of that angst.. but really thank you so much!
if i do manage to whip one up, i'll dedicate it to you, anon š«” not because i want your first born child but because ily š«”
hi i am not really active on my account at all so i'm sending this anonymously, but that cheol fic was actually a masterclass in smut and i want to thank you for sharing your talent on here. the blend of the hot and heavy with the angst is done so beautifully - one never takes away from the other but actually amplifies each experience. it's everything i could ever ask for in a cheol fic. my delulu fantasies of cheol are always haters to lovers because he IS that easy to rile up and he's a brat in his own way LOL and you manifested it into words in SUCH a satisfying way!! i know this is a fic that i will revisit a lot. as a hardcore couprang, i can only hope to see more things like this in the cheol tag š„¹ā„ļø
oh, anon... T__T
thank you for taking the time to write out this message and for reading my work! i can't tell you how much i do appreciate this hu.. hu...
i was so worried that the arguments or the angst might take away from the sexiness of it all. honestly, when i write, i tend to zone out and let my mind take me wherever so i didn't think it WOULD turn out angst until i was typing it all out and i'm like "OH! I GUESS WE'RE GOING IN THIS DIRECTION!" and then i put down the piece for a few months. LKSDJSLD
but anyway, yes, i'm glad you think i found the right balance of it all - that those elements only added to the experience. i am a firm and the biggest believer that cheol is the biggest BRAT and he paired well with a reader who would match his freak. an enemies to lovers with cheol would be so sick.. maybe.. if i.. maybe..
WOW THIS IS LONG SORRY FOR YAPPING (cheol and reader infected me). thank you for this anon :( i'm so glad i was able to satisfy a hardcore couprang. ilysm <3
recently reread some of your works and theyāre just so good oh my god⦠anyways hope youāre doing well x
i know this ask is months long and i did see this a few weeks back, but i want you to know, anon, that you were part of the reason why i picked up 'galipette' again and found the courage to finish it T__T <3
just wearing some mini skirts
don't close your eyes
this ain't for you
aka: after the tragic end of your relationship, it's no surprise just how much you grew to hate choi seungcheol, the reason for it all. but still, he was the best fuck you ever had.
TAGS ā uni!au, fratboy!seungcheol, exes that still fuck, smut.
WARNINGS ā language, fem!reader, arguments (too much..), explicit sexual content (MINORS, DNI!) semi-public(?) sex, hate sex, eventual soft sex oop.
PLAYLIST ā galipette (bibi remix) by lolo zouaĆÆ & bibi; pl4yg1rl by lolo zouaĆÆ; bla bla bla by mƤneskin; if not for you by mƤneskin.
WORD COUNT ā 6.6k words
NOTE: alright so.. it's been two years.. :pained_smile: i swear to god i could have finished it sooner if i just made cheol and reader-chan stop TALKING SO MUCH but my friend said they adored the talking which just opened a whole lot more yapping from them. i'm sorry if this is so out of date now and if someone already did something similar.. i swear i can show proof that i started writing this shit out two years ago.
ok i should stop talking now LMAO. it's been a very long time coming so i hope you guys enjoy what i've been laboring over.
also yes, this is connected to my other fic, heaven angel with yoon jeonghan. so, this is me shamelessly making you guys read my other fic (though this is completely fine as a standalone so don't worry). if this does well, maybe i might open up a whole fratboy au for svt where each member gets their own fic or whatevuh.. haha.. who said that..
also for my star @cheolhub š» i'm so sorry it took so long but heyyy surpriseeee haha... (idk if you still go on here).
also thank you to @szakias for proofreading and enabling cheol and reader to be the yappers that they are. thank you for encouraging me theses past two years for this damn piece. your live reactions give me joy. i love you. xx
reblog & replies are very appreciated!
explicit warnings under the cut.
EXPLICIT WARNINGS ā hate sex, (semi?) public sex, car sex, makeout scene, oral (f), degradation, reader is a BRAT, praise, petnames (baby, doll), mention of sharing you with other people, slight dubcon (or straight up dubcon.. sorry but reader is ACTUALLY VERY INTO IT I SWEAR), unintentional orgasm denial, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, breeding, a bit of overstimulation.
Choi Seungcheol was a real piece of work. He was arrogant, a true self-centered ass of a person, and just so severely driven by his own ego that he wouldāve done anything to safeguard it, even if it meant hurting other people. And he had. He had hurt you. He had hurt the relationship you both had beautifully built over the years and oh how fast did it crumble.
So, you should hate him. You do hate him. You hate seeing his face. You hate breathing in the same space as him. And absolutely, you hate kissing these thick lips of his thatās currently melding with yours almost too perfectly.
āStill obsessed with me, arenāt you?ā Seungcheol grins smugly against your mouth as he eases his body further into you until your back is pressed hard against the side of his car. āWhy else would you show up at my house party?ā
āYouāre so full of yourself,ā you scoff, but manicured hands are fisting themselves around the thick material of his jacket to tug him impossibly closer, your tongue shoved inside his wet mouth and licking up against the roof. āWhat if I just wanted to have fun at a party?ā
āLike thatās believable,ā he grunts, roughened hands venturing down your figure and up your tennis skirt where it rests over the curve of your ass. āYou even wore the skirt I like on you.ā
āItās my favorite skirt,ā you counter.
āItās the skirt you know I like to fuck you in.ā
āItās the skirt I like to get fucked in. Really, Cheol, stop thinking about yourself. I didnāt wear it for you.ā
The darkness was thick tonight, the faint glow of street lamps being the only thing illuminating the driveway around them, as well as the mischievous look that was written all over Seungcheolās face when he drew away from you. You knew that look too well and hated how heat stirred in your stomach at the sight of it. The hate only grew when his finger hooks itself around the band of your panties and pulls it taut before letting it snap back against your skin. It prickled harshly, and you had to chew down hard on your bottom lip to keep a yelp at bay. You would not give him that satisfaction.Ā
āAnd yet youāre here with me,ā Seungcheol cocks his head to the side. āLetting me feel you up your favorite skirt while you shove your tongue down my throat.ā
Warmth crept up your cheeks, but you still didnāt let up. āYou seemed to be the most convenient fuck.āĀ
His jaw flexed but his lips were still curled. āWas I now?ā
āWell,ā you hummed. āThere was someone else also in mind.ā The lie slips from you too easily. But you shouldnāt have said it. It wasnāt a lie that there had been another convenient person. You fooled around with him before; earlier, you had caught him eyeing you too eagerly as you twirled about in your skirt on the dance floor. He just wasnāt a true option to you, not anymore, and not when Cheol had stood right beside him looking just as eager if not more.
But Cheol now grew stern, his gaze darkened and weighted. āWho?āĀ Ā
āWho I want to fuck is none of your business,ā you snorted but youāre the one grinning this time. āI wouldāve gone to talk to him had you not practically dragged me out here.ā
His hands start to grip at your hips. āDo you think heād be good at it?ā
āRude,ā You snicker and tap a teasing finger on his chest. āWhatās it to you? I can fuck who I want.āĀ
āHow many people have you fucked since you broke up with me?ā Rancor stained his tone as he completely ignores your questions, pressing himself harder against you until you can feel his growing erection against your hip.Ā
āWhatās it to you?ā you ask again venomously, actively ignoring his advances as you lift your chin up high to stare him down. āWhy the fuck do you care?ā
āWere they as good as I am?ā Seungcheol urged, grasping your chin in his fingers. āDid you finish as hard as you did when you were with me?ā
Ā Ā This lie doesnāt come as easily. Thereās a silent beat of hesitation before you reply, āI did.ā
But Seungcheol was no idiot. He had caught it and his lips were already spreading into the nastiest smile.āOh, did you now?ā
āI came harder on his tongue than I ever have on yours,ā you snapped back harshly and that wasnāt a lie.Ā
Seungcheol had also caught that it wasn't. You could practically feel the heat of his anger emanating from him and the grip he had on your face was almost bruising.Ā
āOh, did you now?ā He says again.
Youād come to regret your words later on, but for now, your gaze was unfaltering. āUntil my legs were shaking.ā You tilt your head. āI donāt recall you ever doing that for me with your mouth.ā
When his anger flared brighter, your grin grew wider.Ā
āYou piss me the fuck off,ā Seungcheol seethed.
āYeah, well, the feelingās mutual,ā you parried with a roll of your eyes. A finger taps on the car door. āSo, hurry up and unlock your car so we can fuck and get out of each otherās sight.ā
Seungcheol gives you a long look, his lips twitching. āI forgot my keys inside the house.ā
āYouāve got to be shitting me, Cheol,ā you sighed and shoved him off you. āNow, what? We go back inside and into your room instead?ā
āNo,ā he immediately said, stepping right back into your space. āIāll take you right here.ā
Your eyes narrow, but your pulse quickens. āNow, youāve really got to be shitting me.ā
āIām not.ā His hands roam again under your skirt, tracing featherlight lines up your thigh. āNo oneās here, and if I recall correctly, you donāt mind a little danger.ā
āCheol,ā you try for stern, but your voice wavers.
āCāmon, baby,ā Seungcheol laughs darkly. āItāll be fun, just like old times. I know you want to.ā
āYou donāt know shit.ā
āYouāre still trying to put up a fight?ā He asks, amused.Ā
Your mouth falls open to speak, to retort with the most vicious spite, but a strangled moan comes to supersede it. Seungcheol had cupped a hand over your clothed cunt, his middle finger stroking over the soaked-through lace. Your own hand went to grip at his arm, nails digging into the thick material of his jacket.
āWhy try?ā Seungcheol pressed on, leaning in until his lips hover over your ear, breath tickling. āI can feel how wet you are, baby. The thought turns you on, doesnāt it? The thought of being caught? Youāre still the same whore.ā
āJust hurry the fuck up,ā you hiss sharply, breath hitching.Ā
āOr maybe not,ā he clicks his tongue and pushes himself off of you. āYou used to be so nice.ā
āIām nice to people who deserve it.ā
āAnd I donāt?ā
You stare at him, long and hard. āYouāre really asking me that?ā
He huffed a laugh, one without humor, but in his eyes, there was a faintest flicker. āWhat do I have to do to deserve it again?ā
āGet to fucking me and Iāll consider it.ā
Seungcheol scoffed but said nothing more.
And you smile, pleased by his compliance though as begrudging as it was. But as quickly as your smile appeared, it recedes into a frown of confusion when Seungcheol gets down on his knees.
āWhat are you - ?ā
āEating you out, what else does it look like?ā Seungcheol replied, lifting up your skirt. āYou really think Iām going to let what you said slide? No, Iām going to fuck you with my tongue.ā
āDid it bother you that badly?ā You grunt out, exasperated, but anticipation and want twist your insides. āWho has the obsession now?ā
Seungcheol did not bother to retort and instead latched his mouth right over your covered sex, his warm tongue laving you up deeply.
āOh fuck,ā you gasp out too loudly before immediately throwing a hand over your open mouth
āDonāt,ā Seungcheol grunts against you and raises a hand to land a hard slap against the side of your ass. āDonāt fucking cover your mouth.ā
You glare down at him āPeople will hear -ā
āThe music is way too loud for them to hear your pathetic moans,ā Seungcheol points out when he draws back, a smug simper pulling his lips. āA shame, really. I did want them to hear you. Especially whoever the fuck else you wanted to fuck tonight.ā
You ignore that. āAnd your neighbors?ā
āItās the dead of night and theyāre too far away to hear you probably.ā His brow raises. āAs long as you donāt plan on screaming my name, that is. I could make that happen if you want.ā
āDonāt kid yourself,ā you snort and place a hand on his head for you to push his face back against your cunt. āJust hurry up.ā
A strange murmur is made against you. You frowned.
Was Seungcheol laughing?
Before you could fully discern it, prying fingers tug your panties to the side and the wet heat of Seungcheolās mouth replaced what it had covered.
As intense as Seungcheol had been with his ripostes, the disparity of his pace was a bit jarring. He moved slow, almost languid, but none of it was meant to tease. In fact, it was as if Seungcheol was savoring you, running his eager tongue along your seam and lapping up the nectar trickling down, leaving none to waste. Thereās another murmur made right to your core, but this time you knew what it wasāa moan so deep and hungryāand itās the smallest spark that fuels the starting flickers of pleasure low in your belly.
Your thighs strain in his hold and despite his insistence, you still attempt to swallow down noises that threaten to come out with a bite on the inside of your cheek. And he senses your stubbornness because heās further burying his face into your cunt, his thick lips fastening around your clit to suck on with a growing fervency of a starving man. Much to your dismay, it works wonders because youāre gasping as if air had been ripped out of your lungs, your body bowing forward as if youād been socked hard in the gut.
āO-Oh my fuck, Cheol - !ā The words come out of you in an airy mix of a laugh of disbelief and just pure pleasure, because holy fuck, where was this eager energy before?
Ā Seungcheol is working you open deliciously and so sinfully, his thumbs coming at the sides to spread your cunt wide as he drags the flat of his wet muscle over your labia, leaving no crevice untouched. When youāre perfectly drenched in a sinful concoction of your own fluids and his saliva, he moves even deeper, this time spearing his fervid tongue inside you.
At this point itās hard not to give in. Youāre mewling, a hand furiously holding his head in place for you to rut against his very face, while the other furiously bunches up your own skirt to keep your view of Seungcheol from being obstructed. More than just feeling it all, you also wanted to see how he worked, how his tongue dips and laps with elation at the wetness you leak. It's embarrassing how quickly your legs shake beneath you, evidence of just how long you had been starved of being touched like this. So, you now appreciate how languid his movements are, knowing that if it had been any faster, youād be crumbling at the same speed.
āIs this what you wanted, doll?ā Seungcheol drawls when he pulls back for a moment for some air, his labored breathing hot against your core. āGood enough for you, hm?ā
āYes,ā you huffed out, hips jerking to chase after his mouth. He indulges, licking a fat, wet stripe up your slit, and youāre writhing in his hold again. āItās so good, baby. Please donāt stop. Please - ā
You catch his curl of lip, feel it right up against you, before it goes to resume its lustful ministrations. Itās back on the swollen, sensitive nub of you, sucking with tongue flicking over it. A finger is addedāa thumb breaching your channel and hookingāand your quivering legs would have given out from under you if your hand had not hurriedly reached for one of the carās handles. You forgo watching him for balance as the skirt once again falls over him, but that doesn't matter much anymore when Seungcheol finally sets a rhythm that has fiery bliss twisting your insides, consuming you whole.Ā
This was the thing about Choi Seungcheol. No matter how much you deride and criticize him, no matter how much you claim to hate him, no one was as incredibly well-tuned to your body as he was. He knew what had been a lie and what wasnāt, and so he knew what reactions to watch out for, what you liked and didnāt care for. And with what you spat at him about his oral ineptness, he seemed especially keen now, eyes calculating every twitch, ears perking at every noise. What seemed like practiced movements turned into something natural now, and with every stroke made only pushed you further over the edge.Ā
āI-Iām so close.ā The words were a pain to utter. Some of it was because of hurt pride of having to admit and succumb to Choi Seungcheol. The majority of it was because Seungcheol moved his tongue in a way that has your throat tightening up, has stars tainting your line of vision. When Seungcheol goes down to lap at your fluttering hole, you cant up your hips almost wildly for his nose to brush up against your clit. When his mouth pays your clit direct attention again, youāre pushing his face further in to revel in its decadent warmth. The pleasure was piercing as it was constricting, racketing your frame, seizing your muscles. And Seungcheol is merciless, maintaining pace but movements growing hungrier and sloppier. Your jaw goes slack, falling wide open for the most ludicrous moan to spill over -
āY/N?ā
You both go rigid.
You peer down and find Seungcheol pulling away from you to give you a questioning look. You echoed the sentiment.Ā
Two pairs of eyes wander around, searching for the intruder only to be met with the empty night and its breeze, until the voice sounded again from behind, and sounded just a little closer than it had been.Ā
āY/N?ā A short pause, before its volume softens. āDid she leave already?ā
Thereās a frown pulling your lips down. The voice rang familiar, but in your lust-oriented head, it took a ridiculous amount of effort to put a face with it. But you didnāt dare turn back to check for yourself.
Seungcheol figured it out first. Heās yanking you down hard by the wrist until your head is hidden away by his car. You stumble around with still-quivering legs, shoe scratching roughly against concrete, and Seungcheol reaches to steady you with hands on your waist.
Light footsteps trudge near. āWhoās there?ā
āMake a little more noise, why wonāt you?ā Seungcheol hissed at you through gritted teeth, then gestured a chin out. āItās Lee Chan.ā
He threw a hand over your moving mouth and narrowed his eyes in warning. You gave him an obnoxious roll of your eyes. His hand stays glued on you as he stands and finally acknowledges the younger. āChan, hey. What are you doing out here?
āOh, Cheol,ā Chan said, voice dropping. āI was just looking for⦠Nevermind. What are you doing crouching over there?ā
āI dropped something.ā The excuse was lame, but his tone was cool, much too calm for comfort. āWhy were you looking for Y/N?ā
You grow tense and you can only imagine Chan did as well from how he replies. āOh, um. I - uh - had something I needed to talk to her about.ā
āWell, she left,ā Seungcheol lied nonchalantly. āI could take a message for her.ā
Thereās a pause. āArenāt you guys not talking?ā
āWe worked it out.ā You hope Seungcheol could feel your sneer against his palm. āWhat did you want to say to her?ā
āItās really something thatās between us, really.ā
Seungcheol shrugged, but you caught a glint in his eyes. āSuit yourself.ā
A shuffle of feet against the pavement. āAre you coming back in yet?ā
āI will,ā Seungcheol said and reached for something in his pocket. Your eyes bulge out of its sockets at the sight of his car keys being drawn out, and it took every fraction of self-control not to bite his hand off right there. Thereās a click of the lock and Seungcheol opens the door for the backseat. āThereās just something I need to do first.ā
āWell, better hurry it up,ā Chan said. āThe guys are getting rowdier with you and Jeonghan gone doing god knows what.ā
āMhm,ā Seungcheol hummed, completely uninterested and obviously not listening to what was said about the fraternity being laid to waste with the lack of present leadership. The president was more occupied with hauling you up by your arm and forcibly pushing you onto the seats of his car.Ā
You land hard on your back with a gasp. Thereās barely enough time to adjust yourself as strong hands grab hold of your legs to drag you close to the edge.
āSo,ā Seungcheol started, palm soothing over the insides of your thighs to spread them wide. āChan?ā
āWhat about him?ā You try to level your voice, but itās hard when his deft fingers slip your panties down your legs, the cool evening breeze kissing your cunt.
āWas it his mouth?ā Seungcheol asked coolly as he got back down on his knees.
You watched him, careful. āWhat are you on about?ā
A click of tongue. āYou know better than to play dumb with me.ā
āBut Iām -ā You stop yourself when Seungcheol flickered his gaze to you, daring you, warning you.Ā
āBe careful of what you say,ā he murmured, pressing his lips against the side of your knee. āItāll determine what Iāll do next.ā
You chew on your bottom lip and perch yourself up on your elbows. āThereās nothing going on between Chan and I.ā
His lips pull into a mysterious smile. āThatās not what I asked, doll.ā
Irritation gnawed on you. āI donāt owe you any explanation. You lied about not having your keys.ā
āI think fucking my friend holds a lot more weight than that.ā
You tried to remain impassive.āDoes it?ā
Seungcheol hummed. āAgree to disagree then.ā
āI have no idea whatās gotten you so upset,ā you began to say, though the words come out strained when Seungcheol decides to line kisses up the inside of your thigh. āYou used to talk about how youād love to share me with your friends - ā
Something inside you snapped. āWell, when were you ever?ā
The silence was weighted, settling over you, smothering you.Ā
Seungcheol raised his head.Ā
āThatās not fair.ā There was a tonal shift in his voiceāone that made you visibly wince, but your gaze was unwavering on his, pride tightening its reins.Ā
āDidnāt feel fair to me either when you just left that day,ā you retorted, meaning to sound vexed but it comes out too careful, too soft.
Seungcheol rose to his feet, bristling. You waited for that temper of his to appear, waited for sharp words to pierce through. But what came instead shook you harder than anything you could have ever possibly prepared for.
āIām sorry that I did,ā Seungcheol said. Shadows obstructed your vision of him, so there was nothing to rely on besides the sincerity bleeding from his tone. A hand squeezed your thigh. āBut you werenāt exactly the kindest to me either that day.ā
Your eyes shift away, eyelids fluttering shut.
Ā There was no argument to battle that.Ā
Seungcheolās touches retreat to rest atop your knees. His mouth opened, then closed. Itās when it opens again for roughly the third time, you decide to save his breath.
āI didnāt sleep with Chan.āĀ
His mouth closed.
Your eyes open and find him. āWe just.. Fooled around a little. It was a stupid, drunken decision. We both were out of it, really. WeĀ ran into each other at some party and drank together. He kept telling me how pretty I was, how you were a fool to have let me go. I only realized what happened by the end of it I just - !ā You shook your head of the imagery, of that dark hallway and the glint of Chanās heady gaze looking up at you. āI donāt know.ā
There was another round of silence. A finger taps lightly at the side of your knee and you feel yourself shirk a little with every beat.
Seungcheolās voice was almost a whisper, but the effect of his words against the quiet, he might as well have yelled. āI havenāt slept with anyone since.ā
Oh.
āI couldnāt bring myself to,ā he confessed. āIāve tried, but it just didnāt feel⦠right.āĀ
When the last word left him, his eyes searched your face, searching for an answer to a question unasked.
Did it feel right when you were with Chan?
It would be a fruitless search for Seungcheol.Ā
Seungcheol exhaled. āEvery time I tried, it never felt right. They were all great and eager, but.. But they just werenāt you.ā You feel his fingers fidget on your knee, his thumb rubbing nervous, idle circles. āChanādamn that little bastardāwas right about one thing though: I wasāamāa fool to have let you go. I shouldnāt have left you that day. I should have swallowed my pride, came back to you and apologized like a fucking man. Iām months too late, and you can hate me all you want, but please just know that Iām sorry. Iām so fucking sorry. I donāt expect you to forgive me because I donāt think I could ever forgive myself for hurting you the way I did. I never wanted to hurt you. Youāre the last person I ever wanted to hurt.ā
By the time he was done, his chest heaved; whether it was because he had used too much breath for his spiel or felt too much during it, you did not know. You did not know a lot of things right now. Everything inside you was in turmoil, debilitating any formation of every and any thought possible, and yet⦠Perhaps it was you that ended up feeling too much, despite yourself, that was one thing for certain that you knew. What you felt howeverā¦
You sat up, propping yourself with your palms behind you flat on the leather seats. You were close enough to Seungcheol now that you could feel the warmth of his breath caress over your cheeks. With this distance, you could see him just a little clearer now, see the caution written all over him. But he did not pull away.Ā
You let out a shaky breath. āDo you mean it?ā
Seungcheol did not miss a beat. āYes.ā
āYouāre really sorry?ā
āYes.ā
āReally?ā
āI already got down on my knees for you.ā
āBut you didnāt say sorry then.ā
āAnd youāre making me want to take it all back.ā
Despite yourself, you cracked a smile.Ā
Seungcheol mirrored it.Ā
You lay a hand atop his. āSo, you really do mean everything you said?ā
Seungcheol grunted but took your hand in his. āYes. Seriously - ?ā
You cut him off. āThat Chan was only right about one thing?ā
He tilted his head. āWhat - ?ā
You tilted your head. āWhat about how pretty I am?ā
Silence. Then -
Seungcheol laughed. Bright and full. āGod, you piss me the fuck off.ā
āSo, youāve told me,ā you grinned.Ā
Seungcheol reaches for you, a hand cradling one side of your jaw. His eyes caught the glint of the light outside and there, you saw the tender warmth flickering in them. āYouāre beautiful. My pretty little doll, Iāve missed you.ā
This was the thing about Choi Seungcheol. No matter how much you deride and criticize him, no matter how much you claim to hate him, you did notācould notāhate him, because damn it all, you loved him. You still love him. You love seeing his (stupid little) face. You love breathing in the same space as him. And youād tell him all this soon enough, and youād tell him how sorry you were too, but right now, all you could think about was how you love kissing these thick lips of his that youāve soon captured in your mouth, and damn was it fucking perfect.
The rumble of laughter he makes against you rouses the most delightful tremor down your spine. Your knees give way to accommodate his body as he leans you back down on the seats again, pressing himself hard against you. Thereās a grind of his hips on yours, not at all subtle with its primal needs. You arenāt either with the way you clawed at his back, your lower frame lifting to meet in time with his; it hurt, just a little, to have your bare cunt rub against rough denim, but with this desperation that was so deeply carnal, it was enough to galvanize a delicious friction scurrying through your body, to have you crave for more.Ā
But for Seungcheol, the one fully clad in clothes, it was not enough.
The temperature rose as the passion did, and in this cramped space, it all became harder to breathe when all you both did was swallow each otherās breaths. Seungcheolās jacket that you had so desperately clung onto was shrugged off his shoulders and thrown into god knows where, and soon, his hands busy themselves with the button of his jeans. You still could not see for shit, and so your heart rammed hard against your ribcage at the mere sound of his clothes ruffling about. When Seungcheol released a sigh, you knew he must have relieved himself of the clothed confines, or maybe had a hand on himself too. Curious, your own hand reaches between your bodies blindly, searching and aimless, then -
āFuck,ā Seungcheol breathes when you find what youāre looking for, fingers wrapped around the girth of him. Heās oh so warm, a hefty weight on your palm that throbs thickly. Then, you feel the jerk of his hips, unable to stop himself from fucking into the ring of your hand. And youāre unable to stop the giggle of delight that bubbles up your throat.
You felt his pointed gaze on you. āYou think this is funny?ā
āA little,ā you grinned. āKnowing that you havenāt fucked anyone in so long and so youāre this desperate.ā
āYou havenāt either.ā You can practically hear the pout in his tone.
And you kiss the pout. āAt least I had some action.ā
āAre you trying to piss me off?ā
āWe already established that.ā You shrug. āAnd it makes for better sex?ā
Seungcheol is grumbling.Ā
Youāre still laughing.
That is, until you feel his hand grip onto the side of your thigh, lifting and spreading you wide.
āYouāve got such a mouth on you,ā Seungcheol clicked his tongue, brushing his fingers up your thigh.Ā
You shivered. āAnd you love that I do.ā
āI canāt argue with that,ā he admitted. His free hand grips onto the side of your face, a thumb tenderly swiping over your cheek. That same digit is then tenderly pushed past your rather welcoming mouth, pressing down on the pink, wet muscle. āItās got other uses.ā
It was your turn for your gaze to turn piercing.
Seungcheol chuckled and removed his thumb, but heās still grasping at your face. āNow, will you please shut up and let me fuck you?ā
Your face warmed but you grunted. āCrude.ā
With another click of tongue, Seungcheol moves to cup his hand once more over your cunt, middle finger stroking languorously over your slit that has you choking.Ā
āStop acting high and mighty when youāre this pathetically wet,ā he crooned. āTell me you donāt want me then Iāll stop right here.ā The very tip of his finger slips inside you and you almost writhe. āMaybe Iāll call Chan out here for you if thatās what you want. Finish what you started with him.ā
You swallowed hard. āN-No.ā
His finger retreated. āāNo?ā āNoā what?ā
A whine. āI donāt want Chan.ā
A slow, sharp smile. āThen what do you want, doll?ā
This fucking guyā¦
āYou, you bastard,ā you seethed. āI want you.ā
āNow, was that so hard?ā A laugh. āThough you could be a little nicer.ā
āNot sure if you deserve it yet.ā
āRight.ā
The apprehensive, sarcastic tone he took made your anger flare a little brighter. Defiance, as it always was, was quick to encompass you, but now, it was quick to temper when you feel him prod at your entrance once more with something much girthier than a calloused finger.
You take Seungcheolās lips in yours once more, swiftly swooping in just as your heart did and desperately expressing every ounce of annoyance and affection possible through this fervent kiss. Then Seungcheol wastes no time, sinking his length inside of you, your silken walls welcoming him with some resistance, yet embracing him nonetheless. A long, shameless moan is pulled right out your lungs and Seungcheol echoed it, sounding like the most immoral harmony to ever grace the planet.Ā
āStill tight,ā Seungcheol lets out a breathy laugh. āYou werenāt kidding about not sleeping with anyone since.ā
āYou thought I was lying?ā You hissed.Ā
āNot at all,ā he hummed, a kissāgentle, so unlike the ones that came beforeāis placed on your sneering mouth. āItās just nice to be reminded.ā
The first motions were experimental, shallow thrusts with an extended pace which allowed you to adjust, to feel every inch and vein dragging against your walls. You moved against each other like it was naturalāa sedulous tangle of limbs reaching for each other and swallowing each other up in this shared, rapturous desire. The intimacy was not lost even with the months of loathing each other, and even when the pace is gradually picked up, Seungcheol being so set in clattering your bones and engraving himself so deeply inside. You were quick on the uptake with a similar resolve, your hips undulating as you meet back in time with Seungcheol, the raucous sound of skin slapping skin bouncing off this confined space of his car.
As talkative you guys had been, no words seemed to find you for a while when youāre both so impossibly lost in each other; whatever fragments of worry for the booming party a few feet away or the surrounding slumbering neighborhood were lost to dust. Mouths found other ways to keep busy, Seungcheolās own having mapped down until heās burrowed in the juncture of your neck, licking and nipping at skin where your pulse thrums wildly underneath; yours, on the other hand, seemed to only know one word at the very least.
āYes,ā you breathed, then continued to breathe with every breath knocked right out of you with each piston of his hips, each slide easier than the last with how much you leak.Ā
And Seungcheol is well aware of it, if not for the slippery feel of you, the wet squelches were salient enough, and god, was it inebriating.Ā
āYeah?ā Seungcheol crooned, dragging the flat of his tongue up the side of your throat, wet and warm. āDid you miss this? Did you miss me?ā
āSo much,ā you whimper, hands slipping themselves under his shirt for you to grab at his bare waist, to feel the tension of his muscles as he moves against you. āIāve missed you so fucking much. So please donāt stop. Please, please, please.ā
At your pitiful pleas, a grin both wide and crazy spreads across his face. Then, heās grasping at your chin, forcing you to look up at his probably crazed expression when he says, āWho am I to deny what my beautiful doll wants?ā
Though, even without your begging, Seungcheol wouldnāt dare think to. He doesnāt think he was even capable of it. Not when you feel as sinfully divine as you do. Not when you clenched around him like your life depended on it. Not when this was what he had been yearning for for months. And that desire is palpable when rationality slips from him as he fucks into you with a faculty of a mad man. A series of grunts and huffs of breath escapes past parted lips and meshes with the lewd squelches of his merciless drive into you. Even with the gradual building heat in his abdomen, he couldnāt rip his gaze off you, admiring every way your expression contorts into that of pleasure and stupor. And that pleasure and stupor is only greatly intensified when heās easing into you shallowly once more, hitting directly onto the sensitive nerves at an ungodly pace that has you trembling under him just as much as heās trembling above you.Ā
It should have been expected with the sheer amount of yearning heās had, but the pleasure hit him hard all at once, he barely had time to warn you. Itās said with a stuttered breath, his thrusts more sloppy and imprecise, and it only takes a few more before his cock gives one valiant twitch and heās finally spilling into you with a guttural moan, quickly muffled with your shoulder that he bites onto, earning a wail of your own.Ā
āCheol,ā you moan, your body quivering from the bliss of his warmth filling you up so suddenly. āFuck, itās so much. Oh my, god.ā You could feel his fluids seeping right out of you as his hips turn slow and jerky in its movement. Yet, you take it upon yourself to find your own release, as well as to aid him in riding out his own with slow ruts up into him, the slide much smoother and wetter this time around. Sweat rolls down your body, clothing sticking uncomfortably to your own skin, but your thoughts are too overtaken by your own need and want to be disturbed by it. Then came Seungcheolās brazen fingers gravitating to your clit and your vision whitened.
āNgh, Cheol!ā You cry, followed by delirious babbling of how good everything feels, how fucking good he feels.
Overstimulation teased at his senses, yet somehow Seungcheol still found it in himself to keep driving into you, albeit a little reckless and thoughtless. āLet it out, doll,ā he breathes in your ear, tongue lapping at the outer shell. āLet go for me.ā
A fucking magic trick, you thought humourously to yourself, as the muscles of your abdomen tense up and flare once those words are caress your ear. The heat spreading under your skin was a white hot flame, melting your insides to goo, blinding your sight. Your sanity is pulled so taut, back arched right off the leather seats and your head thrown so far back your neck strained. Then, youāre letting go just as he wanted, violent with a poorly stifled scream into your own palm.
Seungcheol makes a grab for your wrist, pulling it off you to hear your sweet noises, before heās crashing his mouth on yours to swallow it down to taste the sweetness for himself. The last remainders of his release are still pouring into you when your own seeps out of you in copious amounts; he uses that sinful concoction, scooping it with the tips of his fingers only to bring it back onto your swollen clit, smearing it with drawn circles.Ā
You shudder, pawing weakly at his arm. āCheol, pleaseā¦ā
Heās huffing a laugh against your lips and obliges, pulling his hand back and away just to place on the side of your thigh, thumbing over the skin.
āYou did well, doll,ā Seungcheol crooned, his free hand coming to hold your face for him to press a gentle kiss on your mouth. āMy pretty doll, you always do so well.ā
A part of you (pride) grumbled at his little display, but the sincerity now tainting his tone had you crumbling into him, reddened face buried in his shoulder.
āYouāre an asshole,ā you muttered, unable to help yourself by letting that sliver of pride slip out.
āI know,ā and Seungcheol did sound like he did. Thereās another kiss pressed on your temple this time. āIām really sorry.ā
A quiet falls on you both once more, but it was nothing like the ones that came before. There was comfort, a familiar ease, and if it werenāt for the fact that you both were in the stifling heat of Seungcheolās car that you both caused, you might have slumbered away. But you basked in it, basked in Seungcheolās warmth that you had not known (or refused to acknowledge) that you ached for all this time.
Would you come to know that ache again?
You give Seungcheolās shoulder a slight nudge. āCheol.ā
Seungcheol hummed in question, low and soft.
āWe need to clean up.ā
āIn a bit,ā he groaned. āI just.. I just want to hold you for a bit more.ā
Your pulse thrummed. āYou can hold me later in the comfort of your own bedroom, but for now, letās clean.ā
Thereās a grumble but Seungcheol eventually lets up, though not without a slow thrust made once more inside you.
You grip at his shoulder hard, swallowing down a groan. āWhat the fuck?ā
āI just had to make sure itās all in there,ā Seungcheol said too casually, but youāre sure heās grinning wide. āWe donāt want it dripping out as we walk through a crowd of people, right?ā
Your face burned in this darkness, but your silence was telling enough for Seungcheol to laugh.
Seungcheol helps you up, cleaning both you and himself as best as he could with some tissue he thankfully had stocked up in his car. Your feet wobble when it touches the ground again, and Seungcheol was quick to steady you with a firm arm wrapped around your waist.
āAll good?ā He asked as he began to lead you right back into the house where the party booms as loud as ever.
You hum a confirmation, legs weak but slowly regaining itself with each step.
Halfway to the entrance, Seungcheol comes to a slow halt to peer down at you, expression contemplative. You look up at him, expectant.Ā
There was no need for words to know the question that hangs above your heads; you both knew each other well enough that it went well beyond words. As for the answerā¦
āWeāll take it slow,ā you said.
Seungcheol nodded. āI didnāt expect any other answer.ā
You stay there for a moment, looking into each otherās agreeing gaze, yet still searching. Then, thereās a wisp of a smile from Seungcheol before heās turning away.Ā
āI really hope Chan was joking about the house being laid to waste while I was gone,ā grumbled Seungcheol, leading you again to where the music and chatters grow louder. āNot even sure where Jeonghan went either.ā
āMaybe he went off to fuck somewhere too,ā you joked.
Seungcheol laughed. āJeonghan? No way. I think heād have more manners at a party.ā
You gave him an offended look. āSo, we donāt?ā
He didnāt miss a beat. āAbsolutely not.ā
You kept that gaze at him for a moment more, pointed and heavy, before breaking off into laughter of your own, bright and full. āA perfect pair, we are.ā
Seungcheol smiled, his grip on your waist tighter. āWe will be.āĀ
sar baby š» light of my life, HAPPY ONE YEAR! I COULD NOT BE MORE PROUD OF YOU!!
now business: can i have juyeon with the prompt āthat really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me.ā š¹
6:10 p.m. ā lee juyeon
prompt. āthat really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me.ā
wc. 1.6k [srsly idk how to write a drabble under 1k]
warnings. switch!juyeon, switch!reader, needy juyeon, heavy praise, several uses of good boy, pet names [baby], unprotected sex, creampie, kinda messy sex? ā MINORS DNI 18+
note. keir, my angel, my bff <# thank u so so much! u know i for sure wouldāve deleted this account if you hadnāt been here to keep me grounded (as u always do.) i love u more than u will ever know & i will forever thank the universe for bringing u 2 me š¤¬!! & THANK YEWWW FOR REQUESTING OUR BELOVED, SLUTTY JUYO! i hope u like it (not proofread bc u usually do that for me hahah)
⢠ĖĖĖ join the birthday bash!Ā ąæą¾
p.s. this is my first tbz work⦠plz be gentle š«”
you swear greed will be lee juyeonās downfall. gluttonous and insatiable, the crazed, unhinged man cannot keep his hands off of you for the life of him.Ā
you think heād die if he went a half day without touching you, kissing you, fucking youā that, or heād die from the lack of attention.
itās almost concerning. almost⦠sometimes, you canāt be bothered to care when it feels like youāre on cloud nine every time he puts his hands on you.Ā
but sometimes, you are bothered by it.Ā
ābaby, iām busy,ā you mumble, typing away at your laptop. youāre hyper focused on the work document in front of you, the blue light straining your eyes. ājust give me a little.ā
heās standing behind your chair with his arms crossed, a small pout etched into his lips.Ā
āyou said youād be done by 6? itās 6:10ā¦ā he sulks and you crack a smile, spinning your chair around to look at your pouty boyfriend.Ā
you grin, āwhat, are you timing me now, juyeon?āĀ
he sighs dramatically, āācourse ām not, but you promised me you wouldnāt be working past 6.āĀ
āi have to get this spreadsheet done before tomorrow morning, baby. and i wouldāve gotten it done this morning if a certain someone didnāt beg me to stay in bed with them.ā you joke lightly, ādo you want me to get fired or something?āĀ
the frown on his face deepens as the smile on yours spreads. āyou know i donāt⦠i just miss you.ā he sighs, dropping his arms by his sides. āfeels like i havenāt seen you in hours. tired of you doing work when you can be doing other things worthy of your time. like me, for example.āĀ
you reach out, taking his hands into yours. ātwo. you lasted two hours, juyeon.ā
ātwo hours too long.ā he whines softly and you canāt help but find him so endearing. ābaby, please, just⦠just take a break.ā
he doesnāt wait for you to object, pulling you up to your feet and dragging you back into your bedroom and you groan, knowingly. youāre not getting that damn spreadsheet done until heās fucked himself to sleep.
āyou have to be quick, juyo. i wanna finish my work before itās too late to order takeout.ā you tell him as he tugs you, to which he mumbles a āyeah, yeah.ā itās obvious he has no intention of acting in accordance with your wishes.Ā
because when youāre in your room, he pulls you in for a desperate kiss. he moans into your mouth as his hands squeeze your hips and pull you so youāre flush against his body. you feel his hard cock through the thin material of his shorts when he grinds into you.Ā
you pull back with a breathy giggle, ābaby, how are you already hard?ā
āiāve been hard for an hour now.ā he huffs, gripping you tighter. he lowers his voice till itās just barely above a whisper, ākept thinkinā ābout how⦠how you called me your good boy⦠and how you told me how good my cock made you feel. looked so pretty and you felt so fucking good, baby. wanna feel you around me again. need to.ā
you let out a sharp breath, mind wandering back to the long hour he had your ankles resting on his shoulders this morning. your cunt pulses as you remember how he fucked you so nice and so deep while you brainlessly babbled out praise. most of it being incoherent comments about his perfect cock.Ā
curse lee juyeon and his dick for turning you on when it shouldnāt.
he groans, digging himself into your clothed tummy. āgonna let me fuck you, yeah?ā
you moan softly, arousal probably soaking through your shorts with how wet you are. āas long as youāre quick, then you can, baby.ā
he nods mindlessly, but heās ignoring that request again.Ā
he leisurely shimmies your shorts and panties off and then his own shortsā he has on nothing underneath and you wish you could say you were surprisedā before guiding you onto the bed. he towers over you, repeatedly slapping the head of his cock against your clit and laughing softly as you moan and jerk underneath him.Ā
you huff at his taunting, āstop that,ā
he feigns innocence with a faux pout, āstop what?ā
two can play at that game.
Ā ājuyeon?ā you jut your bottom lip out, āyou wanna be my good boy, donāt you?āĀ
itās like a flip switches on inside of him. heās left breathless, nodding his head eagerly like a puppy, pulling his cock away from your clit.
āgood. now fuck me and be quick. iām not gonna tell you again.ā you command, voice rigid and unforgiving.Ā
he doesnāt protest, he doesnāt complain, instead he obliges without an ounce of hesitation. he lines himself up with your entranceā where you clench around absolutely nothingā pushing the tip of his cock into you slowly.Ā
you inhale sharply, the air in your lungs fleeing quickly as you feel your walls stretch to accommodate his size. you have to tell your body to relax at the sudden invasion, unclenching so he can push himself in deeper.Ā
ābaby,ā he moans, throwing his head back. āyouāre so fucking tight. oh, fuckāā
āj-just keep moving, juyo, i can take it.ā you manage to tell him, voice cracking ever so slightly towards the end of your sentence.Ā
you whimper softly when he bottoms out. his cock fills you like no other and the thought has you clamping around him, walls molding to his shape just as theyāre meant to.Ā
juyeon pulls out with a whine and pushes back into you slowly. youāre sure heās doing it for his own sake. any faster and your poor, pent-up baby is going to cum embarrassingly quick.Ā
but you have other things you need to do, so this needs to go at your preferred pace.
āgo faster, baby,ā you say airly.Ā
he reluctantly speeds up, giving you deep, precise thrusts. he lodges his bottom lip between his perfectly straight teeth attempting to bite back the ridiculously needy sounds his body wants to expose.Ā
and you notice, letting out a giggly moan. āthatās it, baby. youāre such a good boy, arenāt you?ā you coo at him.
juyeon gasps, releasing his lip so a broken moan can slip past them, his cock twitching uncontrollably inside of you.Ā
you hum in delight, āhmmm, that really does make you hard, huh?ā you ask rhetorically. āi can feel you pulsing inside of me.ā
and you can. heās throbbing in between your walls like heās about to bust inside of you and itās filling you with the utmost joy. when youād met juyeon forever and a year ago, you wouldnāt have thought heād be so easy to reduce to a mess. youāre not complaining, though. not when he sounds so pretty cursing and moaning for you like a cute bitch in heat.Ā
āfuh-fuck, againā please, s-say it again.ā he begs, eyes pleading and eyebrows knit together.Ā
you moan softly, willing to give him everything he wants. ācock feels so good. youāre fucking me so good, juyeon. youāre such a good boy.ā you needily place your hand between your thighs, right above where his cock meets your messy cunt. your fingers quickly find your clit, rubbing at the swollen bud in tandem with his now-erratic thrusts. āmy good boy.ā
you clench around him as the words tumble out of your mouth and juyeonās eyes nearly roll. he cries out needily, āclose. ām close, babyāā
you rub your clit faster and squeeze him tighter, mewling out your reply. ācum for me, baby. cum inside me ān fill me up.ā
he whines, pounding into your harder and harder before his thrusts cease and heās pressed deep inside of you. his warm seed spills, coating your walls as he lets out a long, drawn out groan of pleasure.Ā
he wants to collapse, but he knows you havenāt gotten off.Ā
so before he can completely come down from his high, juyeon resumes his thrusts. you feel his release spill every time he pulls out of you and itās messy. a sloppy, wet noise sounds every time his balls slap against your cum coated cunt.Ā
juyeon is surely overstimulated. you can tell by the babbles of him begging you to cum and the rolling of his eyes and the whimpers and mewls that are driving you absolutely feral underneath him.Ā
you donāt last much longer after that, body jolting as you feel the tightrope in the pit of your tummy snap. your walls envelope his cock into a tight hug as you completely release over him. you cry with his name dying on your tongue, the earth-shattering orgasm washing over you.Ā
he has to force himself to stop fucking you. tears brim in his eyes right before he collapses on top of you, his cock slipping out of your worn pussy. every nerve ending in his body feels like theyāve been electrified and he canāt help but twitch and pant on top of you.Ā
you grunt with his weight on you, ājuyo, you okay?ā you ask breathily.Ā
āmmm,ā he moans in response. heās fine.
you smile, running your hands through his hair. āyouāre gonna let me go back to work now, right? i gave you your fix, so you should be good for at least another two hours. i should be done before then, though.ā
he groans, āi dont want you to work.ā
āi know you donātāā
āso stay here with me.ā
you huff, āhow many times do i have to let you fuck me before youāll let me work?ā
he pulls up and smiles cheekily at you, eyes still a bit dazed. āmaybe⦠three times. or four.ā
beautiful, everyone had called you. the compliment lost its charm on you, knowing fully well itās paid only for the surface-level appearance you kept up and nothing else you had to offer.
irritating, he had called you.Ā you let him fuck you.
TAGS ā uni!au, fratboy!jeonghan, fwb, smut, a dash of angst (oopsy!).
WARNINGS ā language, fem!reader (she/her), houseparty scene (not exactly detailed), gossip, explicit sexual content (MINORS DNI!), bathroom (mirror) sex, unrequited crush (or is it?), reader has commitment issues, reader is kinda mean, mentions of p*ss and sh*t but not in a sexual manner, just for jokes.
WORD COUNT ā 4.1k words.
note:
funnily enough, i had two requests specifically for house party sex with yoon jeonghan. i lost the ask for them both (accidentally deleted while my laptop glitched). i am insane. and before anyone asks, yes there'll be a part two/prequel :) and also this is somewhat connected to my upcoming cheol fic. so i hope you stay tuned!
proofread by the star of my life @cheolhub. sar fr put up with every version and my constant anxiety over every paragraph. i couldn't have done it without them. i love u so much.
@szakias was also helpful in keeping me sane as i wrote this out š i love u so bad.
loosely based on the song heaven angel by the driver era. don't think it'd go with the fic but you know :)
reblogs & comments are very much appreciated.
explicit tags under the cut.
EXPLICIT TAGS ā semi-public setting (bathroom sex while there's a party), unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, mean dom!jeonghan, sub!reader, dumbification, teasing, petnames (angel), degradation (whore, bitch), dacryphilia, marking, briefest thigh-fucking, clit stimulation, cumming inside, squirting, light overstimulation, (a little) aftercare.
A strange rumor went around the campus. A rumor of a person whose beauty was so out of this world that it was terrifying.Ā
Unreal. Everyone had said. You wonāt be able to look her in the eyes!Ā
But beyond that angelic beauty was a personality so sour, no one dared thought to approach her. Those that tried their luck had it beaten right out of them and they came to hate her to hide their broken hearts.
What a bitch, they had said. Does she think sheās all that?
Yoon Jeonghan, for one, thought they were being overly dramatic. It was a strange and interesting phenomenon how gossip can evolve to add in such theatrics. It was like living in one of those regency novels his sister owned which he had perused over on one particularly boring day. Had these people really had nothing better to do with their lives? Were they trying to live in a novel of their own? Jeonghan never understood them, neither cared for these kinds of things. Heād much rather form his opinions. He had better things to do than to dabble in such frivolity.Ā
What a stuck-up, one would say. What better things could Jeonghan be doing that puts him above everyone else?Ā
Oh, fucking the subject of the rumors of course.Ā
āHow irritating,ā Jeonghan sighed, abruptly ceasing his thrusts inside you to harshly yank you back by your hair.Ā
You yelp, a deer in the headlights, when your neck is forcibly craned back, made to look up at his looming figure. You looked pathetic from where you were pinned against the wall, exposed breasts pressed flush against the cool tiles and your mini skirt flipped upwards to reveal the swell of your bare ass flattened against his hip bone.
āI said to keep your voice down,ā he tuts. āDo you want the whole house to hear you?āĀ
āIām s-sorry,ā you stammer out, throat raw and chest heaving.Ā
āAre you?ā He mused with a raised brow, mocking and unbelieving.Ā
You couldnāt meet his gaze, or at least you tried to. Jeonghan liked to make eye contact, he once told you, for he loved to see your sanity visibly ebb away from your eyes, leaving you a mindless, glassy-eyed whore. You had not reached that stage, not yet, not when some semblance of your being remained clear in your gaze, dilated pupils fearfully wavering back and forth between his simpering face and the bathroom door where a rather large, booming frat party laid beyond.
He cocked his head to the side and tightened his grip on your hair, forcing your eyes back on him. He leaned forward until heās breathing your air, and all you could do is stare up at him pitifully with quivering lips. āOrā¦ā he starts, his lips twisting cruelly. āDo you want them to hear you? Want them hear how good youāre being fucked right now?ā
You remain silent, the lump on your throat bobbing as you swallow hard. But your walls tighten around him and Jeonghan couldnāt help the curve of his lips.
āYouāre really weird, you know that?ā Jeonghan sighed, releasing his hold on you. A lithe finger curls a lock behind your ear, the gesture jarringly affectionate from his prior cruelty, before his mouth moves to hover over it, his warm breath tickling. āYou moan loudly when I tell you to shut up. You shut up when I ask you questions. Have I fucked you stupid already? Or have you always been stupid?ā
You let out a shaky breath. āIām sorry.ā
āIs that all you know what to say?ā Jeonghan laughs. āA renowned bitch, known to reject her admirers without so much of a second thought, now reduced into this pathetic bitch in heat. What would everyone else think, hm?ā
His derogatory spats clamored down to your bones, making you shake with emotions that you couldnāt quite place with your hazed mind. At one point, with the last bit of pride you had left, youāre irritated, and itās shown in the twitch of your eye and narrowed gaze. Then thereās embarrassment, shown by how your face warms and flushes. There was no denying how fucking dazed and desperate you had been, that much was true, and the demeaning tone of his voice did its job of filling you with shame. The twisted part of it all is that you enjoyed every minute of this ridicule thanks to pure, carnal desire. You couldnāt care less about what other people would say about you, what matters now is when the fuck would Jeonghan move his dick inside you.Ā
But Jeonghan being Jeonghan, he wanted his answers. His last question was rhetoric. You knew. He knew. And yet he looks down at you with cruel expectancy masked in the sweetest, angelic smile that has fooled so many, and had once fooled you.Ā
āI-I donāt care,ā you say, deciding to be honest. āWho the fuck cares what they think?ā
āOh, but Iād like to know,ā Jeonghan said. He hums for a moment, looking you over in consideration, before speaking again. āBut youāre right. They donāt matter right now, do they?āĀ
You release a breath you hadnāt known you were holding.
And Jeonghan watched, amused. He wasnāt done speaking. āBut Iād at least like to know what you think.ā
You blinked. āWhat?ā
Before you could question him some more, Jeonghan pulls out of you, leaving your weeping cunt fluttering around nothing. You cry out, high and broken, from having pleasure ripped away with such cruelty. Jeonghan ignores it and his own throbbing problem as he goes to peel you off the wall with a rough tug on your arm. He has you by over the sink, has you staring at yourself through the vanity mirror. Jeonghan casts a smile at you through the reflection, his gaze weighted as he drinks in the sight of you as well.
Jeonghan had to admit, the rumors werenāt all baseless. You were stunningly beautiful, there was no denying that when anyone with functioning eyes could see it. The way you carried yourself tells him youāre well aware of it too. You held confidence with a raised chin, an allure with your own posture and stance even in this vulnerable position you were forced in, looking as disheveled as you are with tufts of your hair sticking out in every direction, framing your flushed face. Your blouse had been carefully unbuttoned despite how desperately urgent you both had been for each other the moment the bathroom door shut closed, but the rush was evident in how your bralette had been roughly tugged down enough for your perked breasts to spill over. Jeonghan had been anything but kind to your skin, having left angry red splotches blossoming all over your chest; you werenāt either on his, knowing if Jeonghan had craned his neck enough from behind you, theyād find similar markings on his throat, though considerably less in quantity.
Jeonghan also looked considerably less damning. He had not made moves to remove any of his upper clothing and so he remained presentable with his black varsity over a loose white shirt. Even his long hair had not looked loosened from where itās tied up. But below, away from the mirrorās sight, his dark jeans had been unbuttoned and unzipped for his curved dick to spring out freely, for it now to rub over your ass teasingly.
āSo?ā Jeonghan asks. āWhat do you think of yourself?ā
You glare at him through the mirror. āFucking awful.ā
āOf course youād see it that way,ā he laughs, resting his chin on your shoulder. āFor me, I think this is the most beautiful youāve ever been.ā
Itās your turn to look unbelieving, but your pulse rouses.Ā
Jeonghan grinned. āAsk me why.ā
You reluctantly indulge him, āWhy?ā
āBecause you finally look fucking awful,ā Jeonghan said cheerfully. You turn to glower at him but stop when he lifts a hand to trace a line over your chest, mapping out the marks adorning you with a nimble finger. āAnd because Iām the reason for it.ā
āA little vain, donāt you think?ā You remark, albeit breathily, your face heated.
āI can be proud of my work,ā he quipped, pressing his smile against your skin. He looks you over once more, taking in every detail down to the last freckle, and something deep in him thrums sweetly. āAnd I had a beautiful canvas to begin with.ā
āHow charming,ā you sighed, derisive, as you threw your head back against his shoulder so you could look at him with batting lashes. āCan you fuck me now?ā
āBut I mean it,ā Jeonghan murmured and relented, reaching around you so he could press a roughened finger over your swollen clit.
Ā āMean what?ā You ask, but youāre barely listening, not when your focus is narrowed to the deft circles heās making on your sweet nerves.
Jeonghan guides his length between your thighs, letting it glide languidly right under your weeping and throbbing cunt at a lazy pace. His lips are still curled, his eyes bright when he gazes down at you before heās responding, āYouāre absolutely beautiful.ā
Sincerity was not something youāre used to when it came to the ever sarcastic Yoon Jeonghan, and yet here it was, bleeding into his tone in its purest form. Never in the entire three months of sleeping with him had he ever complimented the way he had just now, and if he had uttered any, it was quickly followed with ridicule or said with ridicule.
Good, he called you when you were obedient.
Cute, he called you when you were crying.
Beautiful. It was new. From him at least.Ā
It was a temporary moment of clarity in your lust-addled head as you blink at him, making sense of what he had said, making sense of the warmth that starts to bloom throughout your chest. And temporary it remained as Jeonghan led his cockhead right back to your entrance, pushing himself in without so much of a warning, and the bare grasp you had on lucidity loosened.
You gasp out loudly, doubling over the bathroom counter as your walls tense and quiver painfully from the sudden breach, but still yield around him nonetheless. Jeonghan was quick to catch you, to force you right back up with his long fingers encircling your throat.Ā
āAgain?ā Jeonghan barked out a laugh but itās hoarse. āYou really want everyone to hear you.ā
āI c-canāt help it,ā you whined, your head resting weakly against his shoulder, warm breath puffing over his marred skin.Ā
Jeonghan looked unimpressed. āWell, help it.ā
āOh, fuck!ā you cry out when he starts driving into you with no sense of leniency, your body thrown fully forward and voice shaking from the repeated impact that clatters your bones.
āYouāre horrible at this,ā he cackled. He grips at your hips this time, pulling you hard against him, balls slapping heavily against your ass. He's practically pulling and pushing your cunt onto his cock as if you weighed nothing, as if you were nothing but a cocksleeve for him to enjoy. Each decadent slide of his length in your heat draws out breathy grunts from him, his head drunk with pleasure.
You werenāt faring any better. Your head is thrown back to reveal flushed skin stained with tears that drip from closed eyes as you try desperately to hold yourself up with palms flat against the cold marble counter. There was nothing else for you to do but feel it, feel his cock stretch your pussy, its silken insides practically making way for him with each piston that has you crying out more in volume and pitch.
āOpen your eyes.ā His hot, staggered breath wafted over your ear. His thrusts ease its pace, slowing into something more languorous and teasing. āOpen your eyes and look at me.ā
You whine but your eyelids flutter open. Glassy, unfocused eyes find Jeonghan.
A devious smile splinters across his face.Ā
There you are.
āPlease,ā you whimper, your hand reaching to paw at his nape.Ā
āWhat is it, angel?ā His tone is sweet but it rolls off his tongue sharply.
āI n-need - ā
Jeonghan laughed cruelly. āI donāt think youāre in the position to demand something from me when you canāt even listen to my one demand.ā
You grab at the ends of his hair and rock your hips back into him, fucking your cunt right on his dick in a faster, but struggling, rhythm.Ā
āHannie,ā you mewl. āYou feel too good. Please, please, just fuck me. I canāt help it, I just - Please? Iāll b-be good. Just please fuck me, Hannie.ā
Jeonghan doesnāt respond right away to your pleas, allowing himself to revel in the broken desperation you display with an amused smile and delighted throbs made inside your velvety walls. Perhaps Jeonghan should be used to this sight now. Heās seen you in much messier and miserable states, ruined you far worse than he had now. And yet heās plenty invigorated than heās ever been, pure excitement searing his veins.
What would everyone else think, hm?
Jeonghan thought it was rhetoric. Jeonghan said it didnāt matter.Ā
It wasnāt. It did.Ā
āI donāt think you can be good,ā he began as a hand inches forward between your legs, āBut if youāre going to be loud, then at least use my name. That way, everyone will know whoās fucking you so good.ā
āH-Hannie!ā You mewl, oh so pitchy, as your frame jerks from the brush of the roughened pads of his fingers on your clit, pleasure flickering up your abdomen so wildly that you could not easily bear through it.Ā
āThere we go,ā he crooned, pride gleaming in his eyes. Jeonghan was much too familiar with your body by now, so itās easy when his hips brings back its pace, fucking at your insides at an angle so the length of him glides over your sweet nerves with each impact.Ā
āYes, yes, yes,ā you sob out like a mantra, spreading your legs a little wider to accommodate his brutality, your channel tightening around his throbbing girth. āNgh, Jeonghan, right there! Oh my god - !ā
The nectar that leaks out of you coated his shaft with an amazingly significant amount that makes the slides so much easier and louder, the wet noises bouncing off the four walls and meshing with your own cries of his name like he wanted. It was almost enough to drown out the muffled music of the party that seemed many worlds away now.
Jeonghan soon enough joined in this sinful chorus, letting out panted moans of his own. Some were incoherent but when it wasnāt, it was mostly your name, just in case everyone couldnāt tell who was screaming his name like a wailing prayer. How heās managed to keep himself restrained and sane for this long was a strong feat in itself. Your everything put him in a trance, every touch of youānails, fingers, and obviously your tight cunt, was a little too much, it was dizzying.Ā
Even at your seemingly waning state, your hips somehow finds itself moving back against him, undulating with the same force and rhythm. Youāre driven by the tightness both in your chest and in your abdomen, white flashing across your vision the more you keep up your pace, your moan becoming more muddled as your thoughts were. And when balance fails you, having you bow back down and lean all your weight on your forearm, Jeonghan inclines with you, his chest pressed right against your back and you could feel his raging heartbeat that very well matched your own.
āHow are you holding up, angel?ā He chuckled and pressed his face against your neck, his breathing hard and warm on your skin, as his thrusts become more shallow. āDoing okay?ā
āI-Iām close,ā you whimper. āPlease, Hannie - ā
āIāve got you,ā he whispered back as nails dig crescents on your waist, muscles flexing as the intensity of his strokes inside you extends once again and remains at the same tempo. He doesnāt know what came over him the next moment, his senses just completely overtaken and all he could do was be at awe at all this perfect bliss youāre bringing him, and only him. āYouāre mine tonight,ā he breathed. āIām going to fucking ruin you for everyone, angel, you understand that? Youāre mine.ā
There it was again. The clarity. The warmth. It all happened in a single moment.
You turn your head and stare up at him. Jeonghan stared right back at you. A completely indecipherable expression confronts another.Ā Ā
Where it had been temporary then, it intensified now. Where there had been questions, suspicions took its place.Ā
Then came fear.
Jeonghan catches a glimpse of it in your eyes and for the very first time, his stomach sank at the sight of it.Ā
But his facade is flawless. It comes too naturally before heās fully awareāa sweet curl of lip, the faintest crinkle at the corners of his eyes. Heās fooled too many. He could fool you again.Ā
Jeonghan takes advantage of your moment of daze to toy once again with your clit, and is relieved at how immediate your body reacts.Ā
āNgh, J-Jeonghan!ā You keen high as you reach a hand to cup over to where his fingers flicks and pinches at the delicate bud, pressing down on him for added pressure to alleviate your own self. Oh, how embarrassingly easy it was for your thoughts to be completely overwritten by your own lustful desires, but as you have learned, it always prevails, doesnāt it?Ā
Your thighs seize up from the overwhelming pleasure crawling up your spine; while your rhythm falters from it, Jeonghanās is relentless even when his own breathing turned ragged and his body strained from the effort. It all becomes so much so fast; the feverish heat spreads under your skin, tightening up coils in your abdomen, but your frame is trembling, as if a chill settled so deeply into your bones.Ā
āHannie, Hannie, Iām going to -ā
āI know,ā Jeonghan grunts as his face falls in the juncture of your neck, lips pressed right over your pulse point. He can feel your walls start to restrict around his twitching girth, and it did little to aid his own self-control. āLet go for me, angel. Cāmon. Let me hear you. Let them hear you.ā
And you do. With the most shrilling wail, you come, your warm release spilling onto his cock and, much to your surprise, squirting onto themselves, their clothes, and his hand.Ā
āHoly shit,ā Jeonghan marveled under his breath. If he could burn a memory into his brain, this would be fucking it. Just you shivering and quivering around his dick. Your back prettily arched back with tits hardened and perked. The fluids spurting all over yourself and him so shamelessly and so intensely until you're convulsing back down on your front from it all.Ā
Watching this whole brilliance of you, just reminded Jeonghan of how lucky he truly was to have you like this, to be able to make you this fucked out with crossed eyes, pupils blown wide out of proportion. Hidden concerns were washed away by this single glance, replaced with nothing but gratitude, pride, and true bliss. And with all that and a poorly thrown out warning, heās thrown over the edge. A moan is punched out of his gut as heās releasing inside you with one last valiant thrust, his cum white and hot as it spurts and paints your walls.
And poor you having to tolerate this continued abuse of your insides that pushes you close into the sphere of overstimulation. Youāre spent, fatigue already ebbing into your consciousness, but you stay still for him, letting him use you for all your worth until the last few twitches of cock, until the last few spews of his cum is fucked back into you.
For the next few moments, only a dulled bass fills the air as two heaving bodies try to steady themselves. When the remnants of carnality wane, Jeonghan finally pulls out of you, your channel left with nothing but their shared release dripping out of you, beading down your legs. Thereās a crack of a smile thrown your way through the reflection just as you feel a light tap made over your cunt. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the gesture. And to rock back into it.
āIf I clean you up,ā Jeonghan began, eyeing the puddle on the floor, ācould you help me with the rest of your mess?ā
Now you did roll your eyes. āEver the gentleman.ā
āHey, I just thought I should ask. Itās a lot.āĀ
Your face warmed up. āForget it, Iāll clean myself up. You clean the floor.ā You move to lift yourself up from the counter, but catch yourself as your muscles start to strain, limbs shaking.Ā
Jeonghan raised a brow.
You winced. āCan you help me over to the toilet?ā
Ā āNeed to piss it all out again?ā He jests and takes a hold of your arm to gently pick you up.Ā
You sneered. āThat wasnāt piss, asshat.ā
Jeonghan laughed. āI know it wasnāt. But it was hot as hell.ā
āShut the hell up.ā
That only made him laugh again.
Then came a knock, a very aggressive one.
āYoon Jeonghan, are you done fucking in there?ā Said a male voice beyond the door, sounding just as irritated as his knock was.Ā
āAh, damn,ā Jeonghan muttered quietly to himself, then raised his voice at the door, āThere are other bathrooms, Cheol!ā
Choi Seungcheol, you now recognized Jeonghanās fellow frat brother, responded right away. āAll occupied! Can you hurry your shit up?ā
āNo!ā said Jeonghan, but heās quick to guide you over next to the toilet with an arm now encircling your waist; you tell yourself this was just a helpful gesture, but thereās no helping how your skin heats up under his touch. From where you stand leaning against the wall, you watch him rush around the bathroom, first cleaning himself up and shoving his dick back in his jeans before he throws a clean towel down on the floor to soak up your mess.
āIāll leave first,ā Jeonghan explained as he sauntered back to you with soap and another fresh towel in hand, setting them down where itās within your reach. āIāll appease Cheol first and buy you some time to clean up.ā
āIs he always so impatient?ā You asked.
āAlways,ā he sighed, ābut once I explain, heāll understand. I donāt know why heās fussier than usual though.āĀ
āMaybe he needs to shit.ā
āShitting at a party? Thatās disgusting of him.ā
āHe has no respect for the partygoers out there.ā
You exchange grins with each other.Ā
Then another round of knocking came around.
āIn a minute!ā Jeonghan called back, trying to sound calm but his face was scowling. He lowers his voice when he speaks to you again, āAre you sure you donāt want any help? Now I just want to make him wait.ā
āGo,ā you tell him and wave him off. āHe sounds like heās about to kick the door open. Iād rather not have that.ā
Jeonghan huffed a laugh at that. āI wouldnāt put it past him.ā
Jeonghan turned to leave. Your heart lurched from your chest.
āJeonghan?ā You call out before you could stop yourself.
He looked back. āHm?ā
āDo weā¦ā You didnāt know what to say, how to phrase it. āShould we talk about it?ā
It was miniscule, but you caught his wince. āTalk about what?ā
āAbout what you said?ā
āAngel, I said a lot of things.ā
āDonāt play stupid with me. You said - ā
Another loud knock, quickly followed by Seungcheol yelling. āJeonghan! Hurry up!ā
Jeonghan let out another sigh, a mix of annoyance with a tinge of relief. āWeāll have to talk about it another time.ā
You narrowed your eyes. āJeonghan - ā
āWe will talk about it,ā he said firmly, his tone spoke of sincerity, but his face said otherwise. āJust not now. Not yet.āĀ
You gave him a skeptical look.Ā
He tried for a smile, perfectly saccharine. You saw right through it.
āFine,ā you relented.
Jeonghan gave you a grateful nod of his head and made a move to leave again. You watch again with the strangest restriction in your chest.
āCheol, you have got to learn patience,ā Jeonghan said once he cracked the door open.
āAnd you have got to learn to be quiet,ā the disembodied voice of Seungcheol parried back. āIām sure the people passing the hallway could hear you both.ā
āWell, we were trying to get the whole house to hear us.ā Jeonghan spared a quick glance your way and grinned. You wanted to punch his teeth in.
Seungcheol groaned. āOf course you fucking were.ā
Jeonghan laughed and finally stepped out of the bathroom. āAt least Iām getting my dick wet. You havenāt been with anyone since - Oh, I spoke too soon. Cheol, you sneaky son of a - ā
The door shut closed behind him, leaving you all alone, and you buried your face in your hands.
summary. after a picnic date at the park goes horribly wrong, all choi seungcheol wants for his birthday is to fuck a baby into you.
wc. 3.4k+
warnings. established relationship, kinda ? dom!cheol, f. reader, pussy-drunk-bitch-in-heat cheol, breeding kink, literal baby making, marriage kink if you squint, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), light body worship (f. receiving), vulgar language⦠heavy praise, pet names [baby, angel, princess] ā MINORS DNI 18+
note. itās an international holiday (aka cheol day) hehehe HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LVRBOY <333 forgive me bc this is actually so rough⦠i forced myself to finish it in time for his bday š please be gentle!! i promise ill make it up to all of u with a MUCH better cheol fic -3- happy coupsie day 2 u all x (thank yew @jeonghantis for reading this for me TWICE and always encouraging me <3)
you have to admit, this is not how you thought seungcheolās birthday lunch would pan out.Ā
no, you definitely did not expect to end the day with your legs wrapped around your beloved boyfriendās waist while he split you open on his cock, breathily promising that heāll give you a baby. a ring. a life for the both of you.
because when you took said boyfriend out for a picnic in the park, you did expect a serene lunch date with him and his favorite food. you even wore the sundress he bought for your birthday. it was supposed to be the perfect gift.Ā
but you hadnāt realized how busy itād be. how could you have known? it was just a random tuesday afternoon in the midst of augustā arguably the hottest month of the year. who, besides the two of you, would want to be out on a day like this?
rowdy, unrestrained children. thatās who.Ā
it seems that children and parents have nothing better to do than crash birthdays and cause you massive headaches.Ā
when you looked over at seungcheol on the blanket halfway through your food, you discerned the faraway look in his eyes. he hasnāt said much. much less of how he feels about his āgift.ā he wasnāt thereā probably disassociated because of the noise. you realized then that you probably shouldāve picked a different spot⦠or stuck to the homemade candlelit dinner you had initially planned. or done literally anything else.Ā
ācheollie⦠do you wanna leave?ā you asked, concern laced in your voice. āwe donāt have to stay, we can go home and do whatever you want.ā
his jaw clenched and unclenched at the sound of your voice. he offered a shuddered breath and gave you a curt nod. āyeah, letās go home.āĀ
and so you did. you felt defeated as seungcheol bruisingly gripped the steering wheel the entire ride home. you felt defeated as you sat in the passenger seat thinking of ways to fix his now-ruined birthday. you felt defeated as you two rode away in silence. complete silence.Ā
when you arrive back at your home, you dejectedly drop the basket off in the kitchen without bothering to unpack it. cheol stays on your tail the entire time, following you back to your room after throwing the keys on the island next to the picnic basket.Ā
and when you reach your destination, you let him in before closing the door behind you and then he pounces.Ā he has you pinned to said door in an instant.Ā
completely thrown off by his change in behavior, you splutter out, āch-cheol, what the fuck?!ā
ābaby,ā he mutters breathily, his eyes scanning your features. the faraway look in his eyes has been replaced, both of them filled with something completely different. lust. itās like the last hour never even happened.
he has you caged in. one of hands pressed flat against the door and the other gripping your waist. thereās a mere inch of a gap separating the two of you and you can feel all the heat radiating off of his body.Ā
still wide-eyed, staring up at him, you softlyā apprehensivelyā ask, ācheol? are you okay?āĀ
admittedly, seungcheol is not okay. not in the slightest. he doesnāt want to scare you, but watching kids run aroundā hearing how happy they wereā had him thinking thoughts. thoughts of having a kid of his own.Ā
it had his heart fluttering at first, the idea of having a mini him running around the house. it filled him with the utmost joy.
then his thoughts escalated. thoughts of having a kid turned into thoughts of having a kid with you. thoughts of getting you round and pregnant with his child rotted large portions of his brain away.
and it progressively got worse and worse. with every passing minute, the images in his brain became more clear till the only thing on his mind was folding you in half and fucking a baby into you while you begged for it.Ā
heās not sure how to relay said thoughts to you. the two of you have been dating for years and youāre in a really good place, both financially and emotionally.
but dropping the āi want a kidā bomb? before heās even proposed? itās tabooā¦untraditional⦠itās something you potentially donāt even want, so he should ease into the conversation of children and marriage.
butā¦choi seungcheol thinks heās lost the ability to think and speak clearly. thatās why he blurts it out without logically thinking it over, lost in a haze of lust and need and burning hot desire.Ā
āwanna have a baby,āĀ
your stomach drops and the air in your lungs vanishes, leaving you breathless.
āw-whatā¦cheol? a baby?ā you ask slowly. āyou⦠wanna have a baby?āĀ
a small growl bubbles in his chest when you repeat his words. āwanna give you a baby.āĀ
heat creeps up your neck and within secondsā when you realize the intent of his wordsā your entire body burns as arousal courses through your veins. seungcheol doesnāt just want to have a kid⦠he wants to fuck one into you.Ā
you canāt say youāve never thought of having one before, but it was always farther down the line. after marriage and settling down.
even still, your stomach swirls in anticipation, imagining seungcheol as a father. as your husband.Ā
so you reply, ādo⦠do you think weāre ready for that? weāre still pretty young and⦠we arenāt marriedā¦ā
your words trail off and you look away, eyes trained on his chest instead.Ā
āiām gonna marry you.ā he says as a matter of factly. ālook at me.ā he demands, the hand next to your head moves to grip your chin, forcing you to look up at him. āthereās no doubt in my mind. iām going to marry you, baby.ā
hearing that is surreal. heās said it twice and the words are still rattling around in your empty brain. heās gonna marry you. thereās no doubt in his mind.Ā
youād think your heart is about to lurch out of your chest the way it pounds against your ribcage. your palms are dripping with sweat, your knees are buckling about ready to give out on you, your stomach is in knots because, fuck yes, you want this. you want him. andā you guessed itā you want to bear his child.Ā
you donāt know how long youāve been standing, blankly staring at him. before you can even speak up, seungcheol is dropping to his knees in front of you, both of his hands on your waist now.
you almost think heās going to propose, leaving you even more speechless, but he leaves a soft kiss on your tummy. heās gentle, kissing you through the fabric of your dress right above your navel. his lips venture down, though, and his pleading eyes look up at you waiting for your okay.Ā
you let out the breath you were holding, nodding your head.
and cheol swears he would lose it if he hadnāt already.Ā
he reaches for your panties under your dress, yanking them off your body and letting them pool at your feet. his hand moves to hold your dress up, wrinkling it in his grip. the other lifts one of your legs and drapes it over his shoulder before he finally dives into your cunt.
ācheol!ā you gasp as you feel his tongue lay flat against your folds. your hands thread through his hair, gripping at his locks as he laps up your arousal. āsl-slowā fuck, babyā slow down,ā
seungcheol is a giver, thatās always been common knowledge.
but you tend to forget that he is exceptionally greedy when it comes to eating you out. he can never get enough of you, slurping at your hole and sucking your clit till youāve cum countless times on his face. a glutton for pussy, you could say.
itās why he canāt slow down despite your request. his tongue digs into you while he noses at your clit, moaning against your cunt to bring you closer to the euphoric feeling youāve been craving since he asked to fuck a baby into you.Ā
and it works. it always does. your moaning and whining and begging and itās fucking music to his ears.Ā
ātastes so good, angel,ā he moans against you, words coming out muffled. the vibrations shock your body and you canāt help but jolt, back arching off the door. your hands tighten their grip on his hair, pushing him further into your cunt.Ā
and thatās the thing about seungcheol being insatiable. you always end up greedier than him. itās like an orchestrated plan.Ā
āmore,ā you beg through a whine, grinding your pussy into his face. āplease more, feels sāgood, cheollie,āĀ
he groans against you again, digging his nails into your thigh eliciting your pretty mewls. he tightly wraps his lips around your clit, flicking the swollen bud with his tongue. you throw your head back against the door, eyebrows knitting together as youāre overcome with pleasure.Ā
it hits you before you can even blink. youāre letting out a breathless mantra of seungcheolās name, your stomach knots up, your breathing increases and you completely lose control as you let go all over his face.Ā
he keeps eating you out, whining while lapping up your release as if heād been deprived of the taste of your cum for weeks. as if he hadnāt eaten you out just last night. and the morning before that. and three times in a row the day before.
when heās finally done, he gently sets your leg back down. he observes the way you tremble, struggling to keep balance so his hands are back on your waist, releasing the wrinkled fabric and letting it fall back over your legs.
he stands to his feet, towering over you once again. his hard cock strains in his jeans and he gives you a look that screams āi need youā to which you look up at him with hooded eyes. the sheen of your arousal on his skin, his disheveled hair is quite the sight.
ābabyā¦ā he pants, inching closer to you.Ā
āput one in me,ā you whisper. you, too, have no doubt in your mind about this. about him. you want everything heās offering to you. āfuck a baby into me, cheol, i want it. i want you.ā
seungcheol thinks his life flashes before his eyes when he hears your words. he thinks, maybe, he mishears you for a second, but when you keep that expectant look on your face, he knows that this is very real. that heās gonna fuck you full of cum and pray it takes.Ā
he closes the gap between you, pressing his lips against yours.
itās not your average kiss. itās hot and heavy and, fuck, you think he just might eat you alive. his body is flush against yours now and you feel his bulge digging into your tummy.Ā
feeling him like this has you craving the weight of his cock on your tongue, but you know cheol has no plan of relinquishing any type of control tonight. even if it does mean heās missing out on the worldās best head.
you kick off your shoes and fumble with the button on his jeans while whining into his mouth. you eventually give up after the button doesnāt budge, wrapping your arms around his neck and grinding against his clothed bulge instead, basking in the way he groans back into your mouth.
he pulls back, swollen lips turning down in a cute pout, ābaby, need to fuck you right nowā¦ā
you tug at his shirt, whispering, āthen fuck me, cheol.āĀ
a guttural groan bubbles in the back of his throat. he pulls your dress up by the hem, growling a soft, āoff.āĀ
āyou first.āĀ
he raises an eyebrow at you but doesnāt say anything else, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it on to the ground. his hands are back on your dress, but you shake your head.Ā
āpants, too,ā you whisper with a cheeky smile.Ā
ādidnāt realize this was a strip tease,ā he grumbles passively, stepping out of his shoes while his hands easily pop the button of his jeans and yanking them down his thick thighs.Ā
your eyes flit down to his boxers and your saliva pools in your mouth, threatening to spill past your lips at the mere sight of his clothed hard-on.Ā
he interrupts your gawking, gruff, stern voice filling your ears, ātake your fucking dress off.ā
you giggle, raising your arms. heās not slow and heās most certainly not gentle when he practically rips the dress up and off, discarding it into the pile of clothes that lay haphazardly on the floor.
he doesnāt even give you a second before grabbingā manhandlingā you and guiding you to the bed.Ā
he lays you down and internally melts. āyouāre so gorgeous, baby,ā he mumbles, spreading your legs open and eyeing your pulsing cunt. āyouāre perfect.ā
you donāt know how itās possible at this point, but you grow even hotter. feverish. you always love his praise and you know heās well-aware of the fact because he smirks as you squirm and clench around nothing.Ā
ācheollie,ā you whimper.Ā
his hands splay over your bare stomach and his cock throbs as an array of dirty thoughts re-enter his mind.Ā
āyouāre gonna look so cute when i put a baby in you, isnāt that right?ā he murmurs, hands ghosting over your skin before they land on your tits, fondling them through your bra without a care in the world. āgonna be such a pretty mommyā¦ā he tells you, voice dropping an octave.Ā
you moan at the contact and his promiscuous words. arousal drools from your hole, surely soaking a puddle into the sheets under you. youāre not sure how much longer you can wait for him to impale you on his cock before you become a weeping mess.Ā
you whine, eyes threatening to close, āplease make me a mommy, cheollie.ā
seungcheol lets out a sharp breath, quickly removing his hands from your tits, opting on using them to push his boxers down.Ā
when his length slaps against his abdomen, he lets out a soft groan. he doesnāt wait for anything else, grabbing his cock, spitting on it, stroking it a few times and, finally, pushing his angry red tip against your hole.Ā
when the head of his cock gets trapped between the warm walls of your cunt, seungcheol curses. ātightest fuckinā thing,ā he mutters, shoving himself deeper and deeper, listening to your high-pitched whines and whimpers.Ā
and when heās finally balls deep inside of you, his eyes flicker up from your pussy swallowing him whole to your contorted, fucked out face that he loves dearly.Ā
heās breathless, asking, āyou good, baby?ā
you offer a broken nod and a weak, āsāgood.ā
itās all he needs to hear before standing all the way up on his knees, grasping at your waist, and lifting your lower back off the bed.Ā
you squeal, ācheol! what are youāāĀ
youāre cut off by your own yelp when he pulls out and slams back into you without much of a warning. his cock reaches deeper than you think youāve ever felt and it has your eyes rolling back and your hands pulling the sheets off the bed.Ā
his hips are relentless, continuously driving his cock in and out of you at an impressive speed while groaning out words of praise. you feel his tip bruisingly kiss your cervix and the pained pleasure brings tears to your eyes.Ā
ās-seungcheolāā you sob, arching further into the air.Ā
āi know, baby,ā he moans in response. ābut, fuck, youāre taking it so well. look so fucking pretty taking my cock like this.ā he wants to throw his head back in pleasure, but he canāt bear to tear his eyes away from you.Ā
tears helplessly fall down the sides of your face and your mouth is cracked open, letting out the most gorgeous sounds. your tits spill from your bra, bouncing with every thrust and itās too good. you look too fucking good.Ā
and youāre going to look even better with his cum leaking out of your cunt.Ā
you ache with the partial bridge seungcheol has you in. youāre not sure if you want to focus on the profound pain or intense pleasure, but when he drops your body back on the bed and his thumb catches your clit, you have no other choice.Ā
you gasp, crying out and clamping around him with an iron grip, āfuh-fuck! cheolā cheollie!ā
he growls, rubbing the sensitive bud faster and faster. āyou gonna cum for me?ā
you pant, chest heaving as you nod your head vigorously. your eyes screw shut and your jaw drops further as you feel the familiar knotting in your tummy. your impending orgasm bubbles in the pit of your belly, a stream of whines and moans leaving your mouth.Ā
ācum fāme, angel.ā he coaxes breathily, cock twitching and throbbing inside of you. āsāgonna feel so good, just cum for me.ā he practically begs and you think itās because heās just as close.Ā
you canāt even find it in you to care because the onslaught of pleasure wracks your body. you clench around him once, twice, three timesā and, before you know it, the knots in your tummy come completely undone and youāre left a shaking mess under him.
āthatās it, thatās my fucking girl.ā he nearly whines, fucking you through your orgasm while you jerk and thrash on the bed. āgod, i love this pussy, your body, everything, babyā i love you.ā
you cry, silently praying heāll press his lips against yours because, god, you love him, too. so much. but your voice is hoarse and you donāt think you can conjure up the words to give him.Ā
itās like he reads your mind, slipping his hand in between your tits and pulling your body up by the material of your bra and wraps his arms around your body. his mouth presses against yours, swallowing all of your sounds as you swallow his.Ā
your arms wrap around his neck, sobbing in overstimulation as he kisses the life out of you.Ā when he pulls away, you wrap your legs around his waist, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back. you continue to whine, burying your face into his sweaty neck to muffle the noises.Ā
he holds you tighter, pounding into you without any regard to your sounds. āgonna fill you up, princess. gonna fuck you full of my cum, give you a baby, marry you,ā he grunts loudly. āeverything. gonnaā fuckā gonna give you everything.ā
you nod, sinking your teeth into his neck.Ā
and seungcheol canāt hold back, moaning your name before pressing his cock as far as he can go and stilling there. ribbons of his release coat your bruised walls and you feel the warmth radiate throughout your body.Ā
cheolās pants slowly morph into breathy chuckles as he comes to terms with what heās done.Ā
you shudder, feeling full in more ways than one. you pull your head from the crook of his neck, looking at his gummy grin and dazed eyes and you give him a lopsided grin. you look so content, even after he nearly fucked the life out of you.Ā
āwas it too much?ā he asks gently after a few minutes of silently staring at each other.
āa lilā¦ā you whisper, weakly clamping around him. āyou know i love it when you get like this, though.ā
āi know.ā he mumbles, unraveling himself from you to marvel at his work. he pulls out of you and watches the way his cum slowly dribbles out of your hole. he canāt help but groan at the sight. āyou think thisāll be enough, angel?ā
āa few more rounds probably wouldnāt hurt.ā you giggle.Ā
āthat can probably be arranged.ā he hums cheekily. ābut, seriously, baby. thank you⦠for today. you always know how to surprise me.ā
āreally? i kinda⦠thought you hated the whole picnic lunch date,ā you murmur. āthought i ruined your day.ā
āno, baby, i loved it.ā he says through a smile, kissing the corner of your mouth. āit was great, i swear⦠i just thought about fucking a baby into you a little too hard.ā
āiām really glad.ā you smile, āand, now that you hopefully did⦠how would you rate year 28?ā
ā10/10. truly the best birthday ever.ā he says. āi got everything i ever wanted.ā
Talk about your moots; what do you like most about them (could be a paragraph or a single sentence, spread the love!!)
p sure i did this just a few days ago but everyone knows i adore my moots so i dont mind doing it again :)
itās kinda long! (took me a literal hour and a half to write) and i tried to get everyone i talk to on a tri-weekly basis at least š
@ncteez i know you said to pick what i like most abt my moots, but i love everything about hon from the way she looks (sheās literally the most gorgeous person everā she still owes me a selfie now that im thinking abt it) right down to her core. š„¹ the only mark stan who has ever walked the planet actually,,, i love hearing about her sex dreams and i love the way that she gives the best advice bc she only wants the best for me and ļæ¼how genuine she is. I LOVE HER & she makes me a better person every day, seriously āļø i <3 my wife
@onlyseokmins literally just love elvās personality. she has this infectious positivity and it makes me so happy to be alive like dhahdh,,, every time i see her on the dash reblogging the silliest things or cute pics or even talking to other people, it makes me smile so hard like idk sheās so bright PLUS sheās resident dk lover on tumblr like there is no one else. tumblr user onlyseokmins is quite literally the only dk stan alive
@lovelyhan ok two things i love the most ā one: kaiās writing will always get me out of a reading slump. i re-read their fics an ungodly amount of times, like i actually need to be blocked by them ( i definitely didnāt re-read inflection point again TODAY on my lunch break, nope! i didnāt! šā¦ā¦) TWO: kai is literally so sweet and funny and we donāt really talk much, but from what i know, theyāre a really great person and anyone would be lucky to have them as a moot! ^^
@agustdiv1ne ash and i are actually moving to alaska and weāre gonna be neighbors /srs,,, srsly tho, i told her this already, but sheās an amazing listener and she puts up with my shitty texting and i seriously cant appreciate that more š¢ sheās so wonderful and lovely and my favorite yoongi stan to ever exist and i will shield her from the heat. donāt worry, ash, š šššš ššššššš ššš.
@soonigiri MELODY <333 the soonyoung to my cheol!! sheās also someone i enjoy seeing on my dash sm!! sheās literally an angel and itās so endearing to see her in her engene era. like i look forward to seeing jungwon on my dash every day /srs ā OKAY ACTUALLY, ik im an awkward freak but i would love to talk to you more bc i think we have a lot in common T-T
@etherealyoungk SKYE i know we interact like every 3 weeks but each of them do really mean a lot to me <33 i think sheās really kind-hearted and i get really happy when i see her jn my inbox from time to time!! itās like a nice little surprise which i love š„¹š itās like finding a rice krispie at the bottom of my lunch box (if you donāt know the feeling, think immense joy)
@rubyreduji JJ THE COOLEST GUY EVER. heās such a joy to talk to and i love that heās lowkey my hypeman. every time i run a concept or idea by him, he makes me feel really good about it and i adore that. heās so supportive i love him and i need to hug him so bad actually š„¹ (i give good bear hugs jj, pls let me hug u) also jj doesnt care that im a weirdo awkward freak and i have to commend him for that too āŗļø
@toruro mikalicious always know what to say which is what i love the absolute most abt them now. when im in a shit mood, she knows exactly how to make me feel better and always helps me take my mind off of it. sheās so cute and wonderful inside and out and i really am so eternally grateful to have her as a mutual and a friend <33 also, mika, this is my formal apology for being the worldās worst texter š
@gyuswhore EM THE COOLEST PERSON EVER. i love her so much actually. she and i just started talking and i have to say, she is just so,,,, amazing? idk, i dont have the words for it. she was so kind to me when reading my wonu fic and she just read over my new cheol wip and she has given me such great feedback and im so appreciative of her!! + sending pics is lowkey my love language and she lets me send her the most random shit (my pc collection, my room, etc.) i love her š
@hwanghyunjinenthusiast MY FAV JOKSTER dbehdh talking to rj is seriously a breath of fresh air lol I LOVE her humor and she understands my humor. ALSOā¦.. something about rjās writing also does something to me⦠like i remember i was super depressed while i had strep and on a brief tumblr hiatus and i came onto the app for just a second and saw that sheād posted ⦠mean dom!chan⦠i remember reading it and crying bc she GETS IT. no one gets me like rj (i forgot to rb now that im thinking abt it but im gonna get on that) my fave dinonara <3
@heesbaby TUMBLR USER HEESBABY SINGLE HANDEDLY GOT ME BACK INTO ENHYPEN. i never thought id see the day, but bc of her smauās and writing, iām back in my engene era⦠i love how much of an angel cinna is like,,, we talk every once in awhile but she makes me the happiest girl ever when she replies to my asks or i find her in my inbox. iāll actually fight jay for cinna
@hyuk4ngel RESIDENT MINGYU STAN,, fay has been here with me since what feels like the fucking beginning and i seriously canāt thank her enough. sheās really encouraging and amazing and she has the best ideas ever. i swear half of my writing discography is thanks to her (just my mingyu fics which is lowekey half my writing discography begsgs) she also is always checking in and i just love her for that and many other things š„¹
@baeksbyunny / @baekhyunnybyun (youāll have to remind me which acct im supposed to tag) BEX MY BELOVED!!! THE LOVE I HAVE FOR HER IS SERIOUSLY INDESCRIBABLE!!! sheās the nicest person to me. like iāll never forget when i was anxious before my txt concert and she was so reassuring like i felt a weight lift off my shoulders. INSTANT (sar)otonin boost every time we talk, idk what it is. probably the fact that she has the most comforting presence. i love her, you honor. i rest my case.
@majestyjun mills was like the first moot iād ever talked to,,, but i remember i was so intimidated the first time we did bc millie is literally so fucking cool like,,, i have always thought this and when she said //I// was cool and i was genuinely so honored likeā¦. idk >< ALSO HER WRITING IS SOHSHSBS OUT OF THIS WORLD ⦠the concepts the description,,, sheās a genius!!!
@sunnylovespickles even tho we just became moots, i thought it was really sweet that she dropped off pics of pink!cheol for me š„¹ my day was really bad and that brightened it so much <33 i hope to have more interactions with her in the future bc she seems so nice!!