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✧ — GALIPETTE! (c.sc)

PAIRING ⇝ choi seungcheol x reader.

SUMMARY ⇝

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 ⇝ uni!au, fratboy!seungcheol, exes that still fuck, smut.

WARNINGS ⇝ language, fem!reader, arguments (too much..), explicit sexual content (MINORS, DNI!) semi-public(?) sex, hate sex, eventual soft sex oop.

PLAYLIST ⇝ galipette (bibi remix) by lolo zouaï & bibi; pl4yg1rl by lolo zouaï; bla bla bla by mäneskin; if not for you by mäneskin.

WORD COUNT ⇝ 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 i'm sorry if this is so out of date now and if someone already did something similar..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 😻 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 ⇝ 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 would’ve 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 that’s currently melding with yours almost too perfectly.

“Still obsessed with me, aren’t you?” 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. “Why else would you show up at my house party?”

“You’re so full of yourself,” 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. “What if I just wanted to have fun at a party?”

“Like that’s believable,” he grunts, roughened hands venturing down your figure and up your tennis skirt where it rests over the curve of your ass. “You even wore the skirt I like on you.”

“It’s my favorite skirt,” you counter.

“It’s the skirt you know I like to fuck you in.”

“It’s the skirt I like to get fucked in. Really, Cheol, stop thinking about yourself. I didn’t wear it for you.”

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 Seungcheol’s 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. 

“And yet you’re here with me,” Seungcheol cocks his head to the side. “Letting me feel you up your favorite skirt while you shove your tongue down my throat.”

Warmth crept up your cheeks, but you still didn’t let up. “You seemed to be the most convenient fuck.” 

His jaw flexed but his lips were still curled. “Was I now?”

“Well,” you hummed. “There was someone else also in mind.” The lie slips from you too easily. But you shouldn’t have said it. It wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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. “Who?”  

“Who I want to fuck is none of your business,” you snorted but you’re the one grinning this time. “I would’ve gone to talk to him had you not practically dragged me out here.”

His hands start to grip at your hips. “Do you think he’d be good at it?”

“Rude,” You snicker and tap a teasing finger on his chest. “What’s it to you? I can fuck who I want.” 

“How many people have you fucked since you broke up with me?” 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. 

“What’s it to you?” you ask again venomously, actively ignoring his advances as you lift your chin up high to stare him down. “Why the fuck do you care?”

“Were they as good as I am?” Seungcheol urged, grasping your chin in his fingers. “Did you finish as hard as you did when you were with me?”

  This lie doesn’t come as easily. There’s a silent beat of hesitation before you reply, “I did.”

But Seungcheol was no idiot. He had caught it and his lips were already spreading into the nastiest smile.“Oh, did you now?”

“I came harder on his tongue than I ever have on yours,” you snapped back harshly and that wasn’t a lie. 

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. 

“Oh, did you now?” He says again.

You’d come to regret your words later on, but for now, your gaze was unfaltering. “Until my legs were shaking.” You tilt your head. “I don’t recall you ever doing that for me with your mouth.”

When his anger flared brighter, your grin grew wider. 

“You piss me the fuck off,” Seungcheol seethed.

“Yeah, well, the feeling’s mutual,” you parried with a roll of your eyes. A finger taps on the car door. “So, hurry up and unlock your car so we can fuck and get out of each other’s sight.”

Seungcheol gives you a long look, his lips twitching. “I forgot my keys inside the house.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me, Cheol,” you sighed and shoved him off you. “Now, what? We go back inside and into your room instead?”

“No,” he immediately said, stepping right back into your space. “I’ll take you right here.”

Your eyes narrow, but your pulse quickens. “Now, you’ve really got to be shitting me.”

“I’m not.” His hands roam again under your skirt, tracing featherlight lines up your thigh. “No one’s here, and if I recall correctly, you don’t mind a little danger.”

“Cheol,” you try for stern, but your voice wavers.

“C’mon, baby,” Seungcheol laughs darkly. “It’ll be fun, just like old times. I know you want to.”

“You don’t know shit.”

“You’re still trying to put up a fight?” He asks, amused. 

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.

“Why try?” Seungcheol pressed on, leaning in until his lips hover over your ear, breath tickling. “I can feel how wet you are, baby. The thought turns you on, doesn’t it? The thought of being caught? You’re still the same whore.”

“Just hurry the fuck up,” you hiss sharply, breath hitching. 

“Or maybe not,” he clicks his tongue and pushes himself off of you. “You used to be so nice.”

“I’m nice to people who deserve it.”

“And I don’t?”

You stare at him, long and hard. “You’re really asking me that?”

He huffed a laugh, one without humor, but in his eyes, there was a faintest flicker. “What do I have to do to deserve it again?”

“Get to fucking me and I’ll consider it.”

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.

“What are you - ?”

“Eating you out, what else does it look like?” Seungcheol replied, lifting up your skirt. “You really think I’m going to let what you said slide? No, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue.”

“Did it bother you that badly?” You grunt out, exasperated, but anticipation and want twist your insides. “Who has the obsession now?”

Seungcheol did not bother to retort and instead latched his mouth right over your covered sex, his warm tongue laving you up deeply.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp out too loudly before immediately throwing a hand over your open mouth

“Don’t,” Seungcheol grunts against you and raises a hand to land a hard slap against the side of your ass. “Don’t fucking cover your mouth.”

You glare down at him “People will hear -”

“The music is way too loud for them to hear your pathetic moans,” Seungcheol points out when he draws back, a smug simper pulling his lips. “A shame, really. I did want them to hear you. Especially whoever the fuck else you wanted to fuck tonight.”

You ignore that. “And your neighbors?”

“It’s the dead of night and they’re too far away to hear you probably.” His brow raises. “As long as you don’t plan on screaming my name, that is. I could make that happen if you want.”

“Don’t kid yourself,” you snort and place a hand on his head for you to push his face back against your cunt. “Just hurry up.”

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 Seungcheol’s 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. There’s another murmur made right to your core, but this time you knew what it was—a moan so deep and hungry—and it’s 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 he’s 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 you’re gasping as if air had been ripped out of your lungs, your body bowing forward as if you’d been socked hard in the gut.

“O-Oh my fuck, Cheol - !” 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?

 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 you’re 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 it’s hard not to give in. You’re 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, you’d be crumbling at the same speed.

“Is this what you wanted, doll?” Seungcheol drawls when he pulls back for a moment for some air, his labored breathing hot against your core. “Good enough for you, hm?”

“Yes,” you huffed out, hips jerking to chase after his mouth. He indulges, licking a fat, wet stripe up your slit, and you’re writhing in his hold again. “It’s so good, baby. Please don’t stop. Please - ”

You catch his curl of lip, feel it right up against you, before it goes to resume its lustful ministrations. It’s back on the swollen, sensitive nub of you, sucking with tongue flicking over it. A finger is added—a thumb breaching your channel and hooking—and your quivering legs would have given out from under you if your hand had not hurriedly reached for one of the car’s 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. 

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 wasn’t, and so he knew what reactions to watch out for, what you liked and didn’t 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. 

“I-I’m so close.” 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, you’re 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 -

“Y/N?”

You both go rigid.

You peer down and find Seungcheol pulling away from you to give you a questioning look. You echoed the sentiment. 

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. 

“Y/N?” A short pause, before its volume softens. “Did she leave already?”

There’s 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 didn’t dare turn back to check for yourself.

Seungcheol figured it out first. He’s 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. “Who’s there?”

“Make a little more noise, why won’t you?” Seungcheol hissed at you through gritted teeth, then gestured a chin out. “It’s Lee Chan.”

You stilled. “Chan?”

“Yeah.” Seungcheol regarded you. “So, stop talking.”

“You talked first -”

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. “Chan, hey. What are you doing out here?

“Oh, Cheol,” Chan said, voice dropping. “I was just looking for… Nevermind. What are you doing crouching over there?”

“I dropped something.” The excuse was lame, but his tone was cool, much too calm for comfort. “Why were you looking for Y/N?”

You grow tense and you can only imagine Chan did as well from how he replies. “Oh, um. I - uh - had something I needed to talk to her about.”

“Well, she left,” Seungcheol lied nonchalantly. “I could take a message for her.”

There’s a pause. “Aren’t you guys not talking?”

“We worked it out.” You hope Seungcheol could feel your sneer against his palm. “What did you want to say to her?”

“It’s really something that’s between us, really.”

Seungcheol shrugged, but you caught a glint in his eyes. “Suit yourself.”

A shuffle of feet against the pavement. “Are you coming back in yet?”

“I will,” 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. There’s a click of the lock and Seungcheol opens the door for the backseat. “There’s just something I need to do first.”

“Well, better hurry it up,” Chan said. “The guys are getting rowdier with you and Jeonghan gone doing god knows what.”

“Mhm,” 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. 

You land hard on your back with a gasp. There’s barely enough time to adjust yourself as strong hands grab hold of your legs to drag you close to the edge.

“So,” Seungcheol started, palm soothing over the insides of your thighs to spread them wide. “Chan?”

“What about him?” You try to level your voice, but it’s hard when his deft fingers slip your panties down your legs, the cool evening breeze kissing your cunt.

“Was it his mouth?” Seungcheol asked coolly as he got back down on his knees.

You watched him, careful. “What are you on about?”

A click of tongue. “You know better than to play dumb with me.”

“But I’m -” You stop yourself when Seungcheol flickered his gaze to you, daring you, warning you. 

“Be careful of what you say,” he murmured, pressing his lips against the side of your knee. “It’ll determine what I’ll do next.”

You chew on your bottom lip and perch yourself up on your elbows. “There’s nothing going on between Chan and I.”

His lips pull into a mysterious smile. “That’s not what I asked, doll.”

Irritation gnawed on you. “I don’t owe you any explanation. You lied about not having your keys.”

“I think fucking my friend holds a lot more weight than that.”

You tried to remain impassive.“Does it?” Seungcheol hummed. “Agree to disagree then.”

“I have no idea what’s gotten you so upset,” you began to say, though the words come out strained when Seungcheol decides to line kisses up the inside of your thigh. “You used to talk about how you’d love to share me with your friends - ”

“When I’m around,” Seungcheol interrupted, irked. “That’s a massive fucking difference.”

Something inside you snapped. “Well, when were you ever?” The silence was weighted, settling over you, smothering you. 

Seungcheol raised his head. 

“That’s not fair.” There was a tonal shift in his voice–one that made you visibly wince, but your gaze was unwavering on his, pride tightening its reins. 

“Didn’t feel fair to me either when you just left that day,” 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.

“I’m sorry that I did,” 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. “But you weren’t exactly the kindest to me either that day.”

Your eyes shift away, eyelids fluttering shut.

 There was no argument to battle that. 

Seungcheol’s touches retreat to rest atop your knees. His mouth opened, then closed. It’s when it opens again for roughly the third time, you decide to save his breath.

“I didn’t sleep with Chan.” 

His mouth closed.

Your eyes open and find him. “We just.. Fooled around a little. It was a stupid, drunken decision. We both were out of it, really. We  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 - !” You shook your head of the imagery, of that dark hallway and the glint of Chan’s heady gaze looking up at you. “I don’t know.”

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.

Seungcheol’s voice was almost a whisper, but the effect of his words against the quiet, he might as well have yelled. “I haven’t slept with anyone since.”

Oh.

“I couldn’t bring myself to,” he confessed. “I’ve tried, but it just didn’t feel… right.” 

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. 

Seungcheol exhaled. “Every time I tried, it never felt right. They were all great and eager, but.. But they just weren’t you.” You feel his fingers fidget on your knee, his thumb rubbing nervous, idle circles. “Chan—damn that little bastard—was right about one thing though: I was—am—a fool to have let you go. I shouldn’t have left you that day. I should have swallowed my pride, came back to you and apologized like a fucking man. I’m months too late, and you can hate me all you want, but please just know that I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I don’t expect you to forgive me because I don’t think I could ever forgive myself for hurting you the way I did. I never wanted to hurt you. You’re the last person I ever wanted to hurt.”

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 however…

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. 

You let out a shaky breath. “Do you mean it?”

Seungcheol did not miss a beat. “Yes.”

“You’re really sorry?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“I already got down on my knees for you.”

“But you didn’t say sorry then.”

“And you’re making me want to take it all back.”

Despite yourself, you cracked a smile. 

Seungcheol mirrored it. 

You lay a hand atop his. “So, you really do mean everything you said?”

Seungcheol grunted but took your hand in his. “Yes. Seriously - ?”

You cut him off. “That Chan was only right about one thing?”

He tilted his head. “What - ?”

You tilted your head. “What about how pretty I am?”

Silence. Then -

Seungcheol laughed. Bright and full. “God, you piss me the fuck off.”

“So, you’ve told me,” you grinned. 

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. “You’re beautiful. My pretty little doll, I’ve missed you.”

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 not—could not—hate 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 you’d tell him all this soon enough, and you’d 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 you’ve 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. There’s a grind of his hips on yours, not at all subtle with its primal needs. You aren’t 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. 

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 other’s breaths. Seungcheol’s 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 -

“Fuck,” Seungcheol breathes when you find what you’re looking for, fingers wrapped around the girth of him. He’s 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 you’re unable to stop the giggle of delight that bubbles up your throat.

You felt his pointed gaze on you. “You think this is funny?”

“A little,” you grinned. “Knowing that you haven’t fucked anyone in so long and so you’re this desperate.”

“You haven’t either.” You can practically hear the pout in his tone.

And you kiss the pout. “At least I had some action.”

“Are you trying to piss me off?”

“We already established that.” You shrug. “And it makes for better sex?”

Seungcheol is grumbling. 

You’re still laughing.

That is, until you feel his hand grip onto the side of your thigh, lifting and spreading you wide.

“You’ve got such a mouth on you,” Seungcheol clicked his tongue, brushing his fingers up your thigh. 

You shivered. “And you love that I do.”

“I can’t argue with that,” 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. “It’s got other uses.”

It was your turn for your gaze to turn piercing.

Seungcheol chuckled and removed his thumb, but he’s still grasping at your face. “Now, will you please shut up and let me fuck you?”

Your face warmed but you grunted. “Crude.”

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. 

“Stop acting high and mighty when you’re this pathetically wet,” he crooned. “Tell me you don’t want me then I’ll stop right here.” The very tip of his finger slips inside you and you almost writhe. “Maybe I’ll call Chan out here for you if that’s what you want. Finish what you started with him.”

You swallowed hard. “N-No.”

His finger retreated. “‘No?’ ‘No’ what?”

A whine. “I don’t want Chan.”

A slow, sharp smile. “Then what do you want, doll?”

This fucking guy…

“You, you bastard,” you seethed. “I want you.”

“Now, was that so hard?” A laugh. “Though you could be a little nicer.”

“Not sure if you deserve it yet.”

“Right.”

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 Seungcheol’s 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. 

“Still tight,” Seungcheol lets out a breathy laugh. “You weren’t kidding about not sleeping with anyone since.”

“You thought I was lying?” You hissed. 

“Not at all,” he hummed, a kiss—gentle, so unlike the ones that came before—is placed on your sneering mouth. “It’s just nice to be reminded.”

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 natural—a 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 you’re 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, Seungcheol’s own having mapped down until he’s 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.

“Yes,” 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. 

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. 

“Yeah?” Seungcheol crooned, dragging the flat of his tongue up the side of your throat, wet and warm. “Did you miss this? Did you miss me?”

“So much,” 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. “I’ve missed you so fucking much. So please don’t stop. Please, please, please.”

At your pitiful pleas, a grin both wide and crazy spreads across his face. Then, he’s grasping at your chin, forcing you to look up at his probably crazed expression when he says, “Who am I to deny what my beautiful doll wants?”

Though, even without your begging, Seungcheol wouldn’t dare think to. He doesn’t 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 couldn’t 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 he’s 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 he’s trembling above you. 

It should have been expected with the sheer amount of yearning he’s had, but the pleasure hit him hard all at once, he barely had time to warn you. It’s 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 he’s finally spilling into you with a guttural moan, quickly muffled with your shoulder that he bites onto, earning a wail of your own. 

“Cheol,” you moan, your body quivering from the bliss of his warmth filling you up so suddenly. “Fuck, it’s so much. Oh my, god.” 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 Seungcheol’s brazen fingers gravitating to your clit and your vision whitened.

“Ngh, Cheol!” 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. “Let it out, doll,” he breathes in your ear, tongue lapping at the outer shell. “Let go for me.”

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, you’re 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 he’s 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. 

You shudder, pawing weakly at his arm. “Cheol, please…”

He’s 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.

“You did well, doll,” Seungcheol crooned, his free hand coming to hold your face for him to press a gentle kiss on your mouth. “My pretty doll, you always do so well.”

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.

“You’re an asshole,” you muttered, unable to help yourself by letting that sliver of pride slip out.

“I know,” and Seungcheol did sound like he did. There’s another kiss pressed on your temple this time. “I’m really sorry.”

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 weren’t for the fact that you both were in the stifling heat of Seungcheol’s car that you both caused, you might have slumbered away. But you basked in it, basked in Seungcheol’s 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 Seungcheol’s shoulder a slight nudge. “Cheol.”

Seungcheol hummed in question, low and soft.

“We need to clean up.”

“In a bit,” he groaned. “I just.. I just want to hold you for a bit more.”

Your pulse thrummed. “You can hold me later in the comfort of your own bedroom, but for now, let’s clean.”

There’s 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. “What the fuck?”

“I just had to make sure it’s all in there,” Seungcheol said too casually, but you’re sure he’s grinning wide. “We don’t want it dripping out as we walk through a crowd of people, right?”

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.

“All good?” 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. 

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 answer…

“We’ll take it slow,” you said.

Seungcheol nodded. “I didn’t expect any other answer.”

You stay there for a moment, looking into each other’s agreeing gaze, yet still searching. Then, there’s a wisp of a smile from Seungcheol before he’s turning away. 

“I really hope Chan was joking about the house being laid to waste while I was gone,” grumbled Seungcheol, leading you again to where the music and chatters grow louder. “Not even sure where Jeonghan went either.”

“Maybe he went off to fuck somewhere too,” you joked.

Seungcheol laughed. “Jeonghan? No way. I think he’d have more manners at a party.”

You gave him an offended look. “So, we don’t?”

He didn’t miss a beat. “Absolutely not.”

You kept that gaze at him for a moment more, pointed and heavy, before breaking off into laughter of your own, bright and full. “A perfect pair, we are.”

Seungcheol smiled, his grip on your waist tighter. “We will be.” 

© jeonghantis. all rights reserved. do not re-publish, translate, plagiarise, edit any of my work on any other platform.

[jeonghantis]

hehehehe...

[jeonghantis]

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!

[jeonghantis]

omg no we love the yappers, pls don't apologize for yapping 💕 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 👏👏 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? 🥺 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 🫡 not because i want your first born child but because ily 🫡

[jeonghantis]

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 🥹♥️

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

[jeonghantis]

recently reread some of your works and they’re just so good oh my god… anyways hope you’re 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

i hope you're doing well too, anon. xo

[jeonghantis]

✧ — GALIPETTE! (c.sc)

PAIRING ⇝ choi seungcheol x reader.

SUMMARY ⇝

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 ⇝ uni!au, fratboy!seungcheol, exes that still fuck, smut.

WARNINGS ⇝ language, fem!reader, arguments (too much..), explicit sexual content (MINORS, DNI!) semi-public(?) sex, hate sex, eventual soft sex oop.

PLAYLIST ⇝ galipette (bibi remix) by lolo zouaï & bibi; pl4yg1rl by lolo zouaï; bla bla bla by mäneskin; if not for you by mäneskin.

WORD COUNT ⇝ 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 😻 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 ⇝ 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 would’ve 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 that’s currently melding with yours almost too perfectly.

“Still obsessed with me, aren’t you?” 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. “Why else would you show up at my house party?”

“You’re so full of yourself,” 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. “What if I just wanted to have fun at a party?”

“Like that’s believable,” he grunts, roughened hands venturing down your figure and up your tennis skirt where it rests over the curve of your ass. “You even wore the skirt I like on you.”

“It’s my favorite skirt,” you counter.

“It’s the skirt you know I like to fuck you in.”

“It’s the skirt I like to get fucked in. Really, Cheol, stop thinking about yourself. I didn’t wear it for you.”

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 Seungcheol’s 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. 

“And yet you’re here with me,” Seungcheol cocks his head to the side. “Letting me feel you up your favorite skirt while you shove your tongue down my throat.”

Warmth crept up your cheeks, but you still didn’t let up. “You seemed to be the most convenient fuck.” 

His jaw flexed but his lips were still curled. “Was I now?”

“Well,” you hummed. “There was someone else also in mind.” The lie slips from you too easily. But you shouldn’t have said it. It wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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. “Who?”  

“Who I want to fuck is none of your business,” you snorted but you’re the one grinning this time. “I would’ve gone to talk to him had you not practically dragged me out here.”

His hands start to grip at your hips. “Do you think he’d be good at it?”

“Rude,” You snicker and tap a teasing finger on his chest. “What’s it to you? I can fuck who I want.” 

“How many people have you fucked since you broke up with me?” 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. 

“What’s it to you?” you ask again venomously, actively ignoring his advances as you lift your chin up high to stare him down. “Why the fuck do you care?”

“Were they as good as I am?” Seungcheol urged, grasping your chin in his fingers. “Did you finish as hard as you did when you were with me?”

  This lie doesn’t come as easily. There’s a silent beat of hesitation before you reply, “I did.”

But Seungcheol was no idiot. He had caught it and his lips were already spreading into the nastiest smile.“Oh, did you now?”

“I came harder on his tongue than I ever have on yours,” you snapped back harshly and that wasn’t a lie. 

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. 

“Oh, did you now?” He says again.

You’d come to regret your words later on, but for now, your gaze was unfaltering. “Until my legs were shaking.” You tilt your head. “I don’t recall you ever doing that for me with your mouth.”

When his anger flared brighter, your grin grew wider. 

“You piss me the fuck off,” Seungcheol seethed.

“Yeah, well, the feeling’s mutual,” you parried with a roll of your eyes. A finger taps on the car door. “So, hurry up and unlock your car so we can fuck and get out of each other’s sight.”

Seungcheol gives you a long look, his lips twitching. “I forgot my keys inside the house.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me, Cheol,” you sighed and shoved him off you. “Now, what? We go back inside and into your room instead?”

“No,” he immediately said, stepping right back into your space. “I’ll take you right here.”

Your eyes narrow, but your pulse quickens. “Now, you’ve really got to be shitting me.”

“I’m not.” His hands roam again under your skirt, tracing featherlight lines up your thigh. “No one’s here, and if I recall correctly, you don’t mind a little danger.”

“Cheol,” you try for stern, but your voice wavers.

“C’mon, baby,” Seungcheol laughs darkly. “It’ll be fun, just like old times. I know you want to.”

“You don’t know shit.”

“You’re still trying to put up a fight?” He asks, amused. 

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.

“Why try?” Seungcheol pressed on, leaning in until his lips hover over your ear, breath tickling. “I can feel how wet you are, baby. The thought turns you on, doesn’t it? The thought of being caught? You’re still the same whore.”

“Just hurry the fuck up,” you hiss sharply, breath hitching. 

“Or maybe not,” he clicks his tongue and pushes himself off of you. “You used to be so nice.”

“I’m nice to people who deserve it.”

“And I don’t?”

You stare at him, long and hard. “You’re really asking me that?”

He huffed a laugh, one without humor, but in his eyes, there was a faintest flicker. “What do I have to do to deserve it again?”

“Get to fucking me and I’ll consider it.”

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.

“What are you - ?”

“Eating you out, what else does it look like?” Seungcheol replied, lifting up your skirt. “You really think I’m going to let what you said slide? No, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue.”

“Did it bother you that badly?” You grunt out, exasperated, but anticipation and want twist your insides. “Who has the obsession now?”

Seungcheol did not bother to retort and instead latched his mouth right over your covered sex, his warm tongue laving you up deeply.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp out too loudly before immediately throwing a hand over your open mouth

“Don’t,” Seungcheol grunts against you and raises a hand to land a hard slap against the side of your ass. “Don’t fucking cover your mouth.”

You glare down at him “People will hear -”

“The music is way too loud for them to hear your pathetic moans,” Seungcheol points out when he draws back, a smug simper pulling his lips. “A shame, really. I did want them to hear you. Especially whoever the fuck else you wanted to fuck tonight.”

You ignore that. “And your neighbors?”

“It’s the dead of night and they’re too far away to hear you probably.” His brow raises. “As long as you don’t plan on screaming my name, that is. I could make that happen if you want.”

“Don’t kid yourself,” you snort and place a hand on his head for you to push his face back against your cunt. “Just hurry up.”

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 Seungcheol’s 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. There’s another murmur made right to your core, but this time you knew what it was—a moan so deep and hungry—and it’s 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 he’s 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 you’re gasping as if air had been ripped out of your lungs, your body bowing forward as if you’d been socked hard in the gut.

“O-Oh my fuck, Cheol - !” 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?

 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 you’re 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 it’s hard not to give in. You’re 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, you’d be crumbling at the same speed.

“Is this what you wanted, doll?” Seungcheol drawls when he pulls back for a moment for some air, his labored breathing hot against your core. “Good enough for you, hm?”

“Yes,” you huffed out, hips jerking to chase after his mouth. He indulges, licking a fat, wet stripe up your slit, and you’re writhing in his hold again. “It’s so good, baby. Please don’t stop. Please - ”

You catch his curl of lip, feel it right up against you, before it goes to resume its lustful ministrations. It’s back on the swollen, sensitive nub of you, sucking with tongue flicking over it. A finger is added—a thumb breaching your channel and hooking—and your quivering legs would have given out from under you if your hand had not hurriedly reached for one of the car’s 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. 

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 wasn’t, and so he knew what reactions to watch out for, what you liked and didn’t 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. 

“I-I’m so close.” 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, you’re 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 -

“Y/N?”

You both go rigid.

You peer down and find Seungcheol pulling away from you to give you a questioning look. You echoed the sentiment. 

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. 

“Y/N?” A short pause, before its volume softens. “Did she leave already?”

There’s 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 didn’t dare turn back to check for yourself.

Seungcheol figured it out first. He’s 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. “Who’s there?”

“Make a little more noise, why won’t you?” Seungcheol hissed at you through gritted teeth, then gestured a chin out. “It’s Lee Chan.”

You stilled. “Chan?”

“Yeah.” Seungcheol regarded you. “So, stop talking.”

“You talked first -”

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. “Chan, hey. What are you doing out here?

“Oh, Cheol,” Chan said, voice dropping. “I was just looking for… Nevermind. What are you doing crouching over there?”

“I dropped something.” The excuse was lame, but his tone was cool, much too calm for comfort. “Why were you looking for Y/N?”

You grow tense and you can only imagine Chan did as well from how he replies. “Oh, um. I - uh - had something I needed to talk to her about.”

“Well, she left,” Seungcheol lied nonchalantly. “I could take a message for her.”

There’s a pause. “Aren’t you guys not talking?”

“We worked it out.” You hope Seungcheol could feel your sneer against his palm. “What did you want to say to her?”

“It’s really something that’s between us, really.”

Seungcheol shrugged, but you caught a glint in his eyes. “Suit yourself.”

A shuffle of feet against the pavement. “Are you coming back in yet?”

“I will,” 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. There’s a click of the lock and Seungcheol opens the door for the backseat. “There’s just something I need to do first.”

“Well, better hurry it up,” Chan said. “The guys are getting rowdier with you and Jeonghan gone doing god knows what.”

“Mhm,” 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. 

You land hard on your back with a gasp. There’s barely enough time to adjust yourself as strong hands grab hold of your legs to drag you close to the edge.

“So,” Seungcheol started, palm soothing over the insides of your thighs to spread them wide. “Chan?”

“What about him?” You try to level your voice, but it’s hard when his deft fingers slip your panties down your legs, the cool evening breeze kissing your cunt.

“Was it his mouth?” Seungcheol asked coolly as he got back down on his knees.

You watched him, careful. “What are you on about?”

A click of tongue. “You know better than to play dumb with me.”

“But I’m -” You stop yourself when Seungcheol flickered his gaze to you, daring you, warning you. 

“Be careful of what you say,” he murmured, pressing his lips against the side of your knee. “It’ll determine what I’ll do next.”

You chew on your bottom lip and perch yourself up on your elbows. “There’s nothing going on between Chan and I.”

His lips pull into a mysterious smile. “That’s not what I asked, doll.”

Irritation gnawed on you. “I don’t owe you any explanation. You lied about not having your keys.”

“I think fucking my friend holds a lot more weight than that.”

You tried to remain impassive.“Does it?” Seungcheol hummed. “Agree to disagree then.”

“I have no idea what’s gotten you so upset,” you began to say, though the words come out strained when Seungcheol decides to line kisses up the inside of your thigh. “You used to talk about how you’d love to share me with your friends - ”

“When I’m around,” Seungcheol interrupted, irked. “That’s a massive fucking difference.”

Something inside you snapped. “Well, when were you ever?” The silence was weighted, settling over you, smothering you. 

Seungcheol raised his head. 

“That’s not fair.” There was a tonal shift in his voice–one that made you visibly wince, but your gaze was unwavering on his, pride tightening its reins. 

“Didn’t feel fair to me either when you just left that day,” 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.

“I’m sorry that I did,” 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. “But you weren’t exactly the kindest to me either that day.”

Your eyes shift away, eyelids fluttering shut.

 There was no argument to battle that. 

Seungcheol’s touches retreat to rest atop your knees. His mouth opened, then closed. It’s when it opens again for roughly the third time, you decide to save his breath.

“I didn’t sleep with Chan.” 

His mouth closed.

Your eyes open and find him. “We just.. Fooled around a little. It was a stupid, drunken decision. We both were out of it, really. We  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 - !” You shook your head of the imagery, of that dark hallway and the glint of Chan’s heady gaze looking up at you. “I don’t know.”

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.

Seungcheol’s voice was almost a whisper, but the effect of his words against the quiet, he might as well have yelled. “I haven’t slept with anyone since.”

Oh.

“I couldn’t bring myself to,” he confessed. “I’ve tried, but it just didn’t feel… right.” 

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. 

Seungcheol exhaled. “Every time I tried, it never felt right. They were all great and eager, but.. But they just weren’t you.” You feel his fingers fidget on your knee, his thumb rubbing nervous, idle circles. “Chan—damn that little bastard—was right about one thing though: I was—am—a fool to have let you go. I shouldn’t have left you that day. I should have swallowed my pride, came back to you and apologized like a fucking man. I’m months too late, and you can hate me all you want, but please just know that I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I don’t expect you to forgive me because I don’t think I could ever forgive myself for hurting you the way I did. I never wanted to hurt you. You’re the last person I ever wanted to hurt.”

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 however…

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. 

You let out a shaky breath. “Do you mean it?”

Seungcheol did not miss a beat. “Yes.”

“You’re really sorry?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“I already got down on my knees for you.”

“But you didn’t say sorry then.”

“And you’re making me want to take it all back.”

Despite yourself, you cracked a smile. 

Seungcheol mirrored it. 

You lay a hand atop his. “So, you really do mean everything you said?”

Seungcheol grunted but took your hand in his. “Yes. Seriously - ?”

You cut him off. “That Chan was only right about one thing?”

He tilted his head. “What - ?”

You tilted your head. “What about how pretty I am?”

Silence. Then -

Seungcheol laughed. Bright and full. “God, you piss me the fuck off.”

“So, you’ve told me,” you grinned. 

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. “You’re beautiful. My pretty little doll, I’ve missed you.”

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 not—could not—hate 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 you’d tell him all this soon enough, and you’d 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 you’ve 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. There’s a grind of his hips on yours, not at all subtle with its primal needs. You aren’t 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. 

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 other’s breaths. Seungcheol’s 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 -

“Fuck,” Seungcheol breathes when you find what you’re looking for, fingers wrapped around the girth of him. He’s 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 you’re unable to stop the giggle of delight that bubbles up your throat.

You felt his pointed gaze on you. “You think this is funny?”

“A little,” you grinned. “Knowing that you haven’t fucked anyone in so long and so you’re this desperate.”

“You haven’t either.” You can practically hear the pout in his tone.

And you kiss the pout. “At least I had some action.”

“Are you trying to piss me off?”

“We already established that.” You shrug. “And it makes for better sex?”

Seungcheol is grumbling. 

You’re still laughing.

That is, until you feel his hand grip onto the side of your thigh, lifting and spreading you wide.

“You’ve got such a mouth on you,” Seungcheol clicked his tongue, brushing his fingers up your thigh. 

You shivered. “And you love that I do.”

“I can’t argue with that,” 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. “It’s got other uses.”

It was your turn for your gaze to turn piercing.

Seungcheol chuckled and removed his thumb, but he’s still grasping at your face. “Now, will you please shut up and let me fuck you?”

Your face warmed but you grunted. “Crude.”

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. 

“Stop acting high and mighty when you’re this pathetically wet,” he crooned. “Tell me you don’t want me then I’ll stop right here.” The very tip of his finger slips inside you and you almost writhe. “Maybe I’ll call Chan out here for you if that’s what you want. Finish what you started with him.”

You swallowed hard. “N-No.”

His finger retreated. “‘No?’ ‘No’ what?”

A whine. “I don’t want Chan.”

A slow, sharp smile. “Then what do you want, doll?”

This fucking guy…

“You, you bastard,” you seethed. “I want you.”

“Now, was that so hard?” A laugh. “Though you could be a little nicer.”

“Not sure if you deserve it yet.”

“Right.”

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 Seungcheol’s 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. 

“Still tight,” Seungcheol lets out a breathy laugh. “You weren’t kidding about not sleeping with anyone since.”

“You thought I was lying?” You hissed. 

“Not at all,” he hummed, a kiss—gentle, so unlike the ones that came before—is placed on your sneering mouth. “It’s just nice to be reminded.”

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 natural—a 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 you’re 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, Seungcheol’s own having mapped down until he’s 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.

“Yes,” 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. 

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. 

“Yeah?” Seungcheol crooned, dragging the flat of his tongue up the side of your throat, wet and warm. “Did you miss this? Did you miss me?”

“So much,” 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. “I’ve missed you so fucking much. So please don’t stop. Please, please, please.”

At your pitiful pleas, a grin both wide and crazy spreads across his face. Then, he’s grasping at your chin, forcing you to look up at his probably crazed expression when he says, “Who am I to deny what my beautiful doll wants?”

Though, even without your begging, Seungcheol wouldn’t dare think to. He doesn’t 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 couldn’t 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 he’s 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 he’s trembling above you. 

It should have been expected with the sheer amount of yearning he’s had, but the pleasure hit him hard all at once, he barely had time to warn you. It’s 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 he’s finally spilling into you with a guttural moan, quickly muffled with your shoulder that he bites onto, earning a wail of your own. 

“Cheol,” you moan, your body quivering from the bliss of his warmth filling you up so suddenly. “Fuck, it’s so much. Oh my, god.” 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 Seungcheol’s brazen fingers gravitating to your clit and your vision whitened.

“Ngh, Cheol!” 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. “Let it out, doll,” he breathes in your ear, tongue lapping at the outer shell. “Let go for me.”

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, you’re 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 he’s 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. 

You shudder, pawing weakly at his arm. “Cheol, please…”

He’s 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.

“You did well, doll,” Seungcheol crooned, his free hand coming to hold your face for him to press a gentle kiss on your mouth. “My pretty doll, you always do so well.”

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.

“You’re an asshole,” you muttered, unable to help yourself by letting that sliver of pride slip out.

“I know,” and Seungcheol did sound like he did. There’s another kiss pressed on your temple this time. “I’m really sorry.”

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 weren’t for the fact that you both were in the stifling heat of Seungcheol’s car that you both caused, you might have slumbered away. But you basked in it, basked in Seungcheol’s 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 Seungcheol’s shoulder a slight nudge. “Cheol.”

Seungcheol hummed in question, low and soft.

“We need to clean up.”

“In a bit,” he groaned. “I just.. I just want to hold you for a bit more.”

Your pulse thrummed. “You can hold me later in the comfort of your own bedroom, but for now, let’s clean.”

There’s 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. “What the fuck?”

“I just had to make sure it’s all in there,” Seungcheol said too casually, but you’re sure he’s grinning wide. “We don’t want it dripping out as we walk through a crowd of people, right?”

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.

“All good?” 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. 

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 answer…

“We’ll take it slow,” you said.

Seungcheol nodded. “I didn’t expect any other answer.”

You stay there for a moment, looking into each other’s agreeing gaze, yet still searching. Then, there’s a wisp of a smile from Seungcheol before he’s turning away. 

“I really hope Chan was joking about the house being laid to waste while I was gone,” grumbled Seungcheol, leading you again to where the music and chatters grow louder. “Not even sure where Jeonghan went either.”

“Maybe he went off to fuck somewhere too,” you joked.

Seungcheol laughed. “Jeonghan? No way. I think he’d have more manners at a party.”

You gave him an offended look. “So, we don’t?”

He didn’t miss a beat. “Absolutely not.”

You kept that gaze at him for a moment more, pointed and heavy, before breaking off into laughter of your own, bright and full. “A perfect pair, we are.”

Seungcheol smiled, his grip on your waist tighter. “We will be.” 

© jeonghantis. all rights reserved. do not re-publish, translate, plagiarise, edit any of my work on any other platform.

[jeonghantis]

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[jeonghantis]

no i swear to god guys i’m starting to write again i’ll get this cheol fic out if it’s the last thing i fucking do

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guys i havent professed my love for @jeonghantis in months but i am still madly in love with them 😻 seriously 😻😻😻

[jeonghantis]

guys i know i have been gone but my first order of business is professing my love for sar 😻 seriously so in love 😻😻😻

[cheolhub]

sar baby 😻 light of my life, HAPPY ONE YEAR! I COULD NOT BE MORE PROUD OF YOU!!

now business: can i have juyeon with the prompt “that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me.” 👹

6:10 p.m. — lee juyeon

prompt. “that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me.”

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? – MINORS DNI 18+

note. keir, my angel, my bff <# thank u so so much! u know i for sure would’ve deleted this account if you hadn’t 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 🤬!! & THANK YEWWW FOR REQUESTING OUR BELOVED, SLUTTY JUYO! i hope u like it (not proofread bc u usually do that for me hahah)

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p.s. this is my first tbz work… plz be gentle 🫡

you swear greed will be lee juyeon’s downfall. gluttonous and insatiable, the crazed, unhinged man cannot keep his hands off of you for the life of him. 

you think he’d die if he went a half day without touching you, kissing you, fucking you– that, or he’d die from the lack of attention.

it’s almost concerning. almost… sometimes, you can’t be bothered to care when it feels like you’re on cloud nine every time he puts his hands on you. 

but sometimes, you are bothered by it. 

“baby, i’m busy,” you mumble, typing away at your laptop. you’re hyper focused on the work document in front of you, the blue light straining your eyes. “just give me a little.”

he’s standing behind your chair with his arms crossed, a small pout etched into his lips. 

“you said you’d be done by 6? it’s 6:10…” he sulks and you crack a smile, spinning your chair around to look at your pouty boyfriend. 

you grin, “what, are you timing me now, juyeon?” 

he sighs dramatically, “‘course ‘m not, but you promised me you wouldn’t be working past 6.” 

“i have to get this spreadsheet done before tomorrow morning, baby. and i would’ve gotten it done this morning if a certain someone didn’t beg me to stay in bed with them.” you joke lightly, “do you want me to get fired or something?” 

the frown on his face deepens as the smile on yours spreads. “you know i don’t… i just miss you.” he sighs, dropping his arms by his sides. “feels like i haven’t seen you in hours. tired of you doing work when you can be doing other things worthy of your time. like me, for example.” 

you reach out, taking his hands into yours. “two. you lasted two hours, juyeon.”

“two hours too long.” he whines softly and you can’t help but find him so endearing. “baby, please, just… just take a break.”

he doesn’t wait for you to object, pulling you up to your feet and dragging you back into your bedroom and you groan, knowingly. you’re not getting that damn spreadsheet done until he’s fucked himself to sleep.

“you have to be quick, juyo. i wanna finish my work before it’s too late to order takeout.” you tell him as he tugs you, to which he mumbles a ‘yeah, yeah.’ it’s obvious he has no intention of acting in accordance with your wishes. 

because when you’re 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 you’re flush against his body. you feel his hard cock through the thin material of his shorts when he grinds into you. 

you pull back with a breathy giggle, “baby, how are you already hard?”

“i’ve been hard for an hour now.” he huffs, gripping you tighter. he lowers his voice till it’s just barely above a whisper, “kept thinkin’ ‘bout 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.”

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. 

curse lee juyeon and his dick for turning you on when it shouldn’t.

he groans, digging himself into your clothed tummy. “gonna let me fuck you, yeah?”

you moan softly, arousal probably soaking through your shorts with how wet you are. “as long as you’re quick, then you can, baby.”

he nods mindlessly, but he’s ignoring that request again. 

he leisurely shimmies your shorts and panties off and then his own shorts– he has on nothing underneath and you wish you could say you were surprised– 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. 

you huff at his taunting, “stop that,”

he feigns innocence with a faux pout, “stop what?”

two can play at that game.

 “juyeon?” you jut your bottom lip out, “you wanna be my good boy, don’t you?” 

it’s like a flip switches on inside of him. he’s left breathless, nodding his head eagerly like a puppy, pulling his cock away from your clit.

“good. now fuck me and be quick. i’m not gonna tell you again.” you command, voice rigid and unforgiving. 

he doesn’t protest, he doesn’t complain, instead he obliges without an ounce of hesitation. he lines himself up with your entrance– where you clench around absolutely nothing– pushing the tip of his cock into you slowly. 

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. 

“baby,” he moans, throwing his head back. “you’re so fucking tight. oh, fuck–”

“j-just keep moving, juyo, i can take it.” you manage to tell him, voice cracking ever so slightly towards the end of your sentence. 

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 they’re meant to. 

juyeon pulls out with a whine and pushes back into you slowly. you’re sure he’s doing it for his own sake. any faster and your poor, pent-up baby is going to cum embarrassingly quick. 

but you have other things you need to do, so this needs to go at your preferred pace.

“go faster, baby,” you say airly. 

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. 

and you notice, letting out a giggly moan. “that’s it, baby. you’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” you coo at him.

juyeon gasps, releasing his lip so a broken moan can slip past them, his cock twitching uncontrollably inside of you. 

you hum in delight, “hmmm, that really does make you hard, huh?” you ask rhetorically. “i can feel you pulsing inside of me.”

and you can. he’s throbbing in between your walls like he’s about to bust inside of you and it’s filling you with the utmost joy. when you’d met juyeon forever and a year ago, you wouldn’t have thought he’d be so easy to reduce to a mess. you’re not complaining, though. not when he sounds so pretty cursing and moaning for you like a cute bitch in heat. 

“fuh-fuck, again– please, s-say it again.” he begs, eyes pleading and eyebrows knit together. 

you moan softly, willing to give him everything he wants. “cock feels so good. you’re fucking me so good, juyeon. you’re such a good boy.” 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. “my good boy.”

you clench around him as the words tumble out of your mouth and juyeon’s eyes nearly roll. he cries out needily, “close. ‘m close, baby–”

you rub your clit faster and squeeze him tighter, mewling out your reply. “cum for me, baby. cum inside me ‘n fill me up.”

he whines, pounding into your harder and harder before his thrusts cease and he’s pressed deep inside of you. his warm seed spills, coating your walls as he lets out a long, drawn out groan of pleasure. 

he wants to collapse, but he knows you haven’t gotten off. 

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 it’s messy. a sloppy, wet noise sounds every time his balls slap against your cum coated cunt. 

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. 

you don’t 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. 

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 they’ve been electrified and he can’t help but twitch and pant on top of you. 

you grunt with his weight on you, “juyo, you okay?” you ask breathily. 

“mmm,” he moans in response. he’s fine.

you smile, running your hands through his hair. “you’re 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.”

he groans, “i dont want you to work.”

“i know you don’t–”

“so stay here with me.”

you huff, “how many times do i have to let you fuck me before you’ll let me work?”

he pulls up and smiles cheekily at you, eyes still a bit dazed. “maybe… three times. or four.”

you scoff, “you are such a piece of work.”

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[jeonghantis]

✧ — HEAVEN ANGEL (y.jh)

PAIRING ⇝ yoon jeonghan x reader.

SUMMARY ⇝

beautiful, everyone had called you. the compliment lost its charm on you, knowing fully well it’s paid only for the surface-level appearance you kept up and nothing else you had to offer. irritating, he had called you. you let him fuck you.

TAGS ⇝ uni!au, fratboy!jeonghan, fwb, smut, a dash of angst (oopsy!).

WARNINGS ⇝ 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 ⇝ 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 🙇 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 ⇝ 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. 

Unreal. Everyone had said. You won’t be able to look her in the eyes! 

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 she’s 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. He’d much rather form his opinions. He had better things to do than to dabble in such frivolity. 

What a stuck-up, one would say. What better things could Jeonghan be doing that puts him above everyone else? 

Oh, fucking the subject of the rumors of course. 

“How irritating,” Jeonghan sighed, abruptly ceasing his thrusts inside you to harshly yank you back by your hair. 

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.

“I said to keep your voice down,” he tuts. “Do you want the whole house to hear you?” 

“I’m s-sorry,” you stammer out, throat raw and chest heaving. 

“Are you?” He mused with a raised brow, mocking and unbelieving. 

You couldn’t 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 he’s breathing your air, and all you could do is stare up at him pitifully with quivering lips. “Or…” he starts, his lips twisting cruelly. “Do you want them to hear you? Want them hear how good you’re being fucked right now?”

You remain silent, the lump on your throat bobbing as you swallow hard. But your walls tighten around him and Jeonghan couldn’t help the curve of his lips.

“You’re really weird, you know that?” 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. “You 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?”

You let out a shaky breath. “I’m sorry.”

“Is that all you know what to say?” Jeonghan laughs. “A 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?”

His derogatory spats clamored down to your bones, making you shake with emotions that you couldn’t quite place with your hazed mind. At one point, with the last bit of pride you had left, you’re irritated, and it’s shown in the twitch of your eye and narrowed gaze. Then there’s 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 couldn’t care less about what other people would say about you, what matters now is when the fuck would Jeonghan move his dick inside you. 

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. 

“I-I don’t care,” you say, deciding to be honest. “Who the fuck cares what they think?”

“Oh, but I’d like to know,” Jeonghan said. He hums for a moment, looking you over in consideration, before speaking again. “But you’re right. They don’t matter right now, do they?” 

You release a breath you hadn’t known you were holding.

And Jeonghan watched, amused. He wasn’t done speaking. “But I’d at least like to know what you think.”

You blinked. “What?”

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 weren’t 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 you’re 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 weren’t either on his, knowing if Jeonghan had craned his neck enough from behind you, they’d 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 it’s tied up. But below, away from the mirror’s 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.

“So?” Jeonghan asks. “What do you think of yourself?”

You glare at him through the mirror. “Fucking awful.”

“Of course you’d see it that way,” he laughs, resting his chin on your shoulder. “For me, I think this is the most beautiful you’ve ever been.”

It’s your turn to look unbelieving, but your pulse rouses. 

Jeonghan grinned. “Ask me why.”

You reluctantly indulge him, “Why?”

“Because you finally look fucking awful,” 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. “And because I’m the reason for it.”

“A little vain, don’t you think?” You remark, albeit breathily, your face heated.

“I can be proud of my work,” 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. “And I had a beautiful canvas to begin with.”

“How charming,” you sighed, derisive, as you threw your head back against his shoulder so you could look at him with batting lashes. “Can you fuck me now?”

“But I mean it,” Jeonghan murmured and relented, reaching around you so he could press a roughened finger over your swollen clit.

 “Mean what?” You ask, but you’re barely listening, not when your focus is narrowed to the deft circles he’s 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 he’s responding, “You’re absolutely beautiful.”

Sincerity was not something you’re 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. 

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. 

“Again?” Jeonghan barked out a laugh but it’s hoarse. “You really want everyone to hear you.”

“I c-can’t help it,” you whined, your head resting weakly against his shoulder, warm breath puffing over his marred skin. 

Jeonghan looked unimpressed. “Well, help it.”

“Oh, fuck!” 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.

“You’re horrible at this,” 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 weren’t 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.

“Open your eyes.” His hot, staggered breath wafted over your ear. His thrusts ease its pace, slowing into something more languorous and teasing. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

You whine but your eyelids flutter open. Glassy, unfocused eyes find Jeonghan.

A devious smile splinters across his face. 

There you are.

“Please,” you whimper, your hand reaching to paw at his nape. 

“What is it, angel?” His tone is sweet but it rolls off his tongue sharply. “I n-need - ”

Jeonghan laughed cruelly. “I don’t think you’re in the position to demand something from me when you can’t even listen to my one demand.”

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. 

“Hannie,” you mewl. “You feel too good. Please, please, just fuck me. I can’t help it, I just - Please? I’ll b-be good. Just please fuck me, Hannie.”

Jeonghan doesn’t 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. He’s seen you in much messier and miserable states, ruined you far worse than he had now. And yet he’s plenty invigorated than he’s ever been, pure excitement searing his veins.

What would everyone else think, hm?

Jeonghan thought it was rhetoric. Jeonghan said it didn’t matter. 

It wasn’t. It did. 

“I don’t think you can be good,” he began as a hand inches forward between your legs, “But if you’re going to be loud, then at least use my name. That way, everyone will know who’s fucking you so good.”

“H-Hannie!” 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. 

“There we go,” he crooned, pride gleaming in his eyes. Jeonghan was much too familiar with your body by now, so it’s 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. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you sob out like a mantra, spreading your legs a little wider to accommodate his brutality, your channel tightening around his throbbing girth. “Ngh, Jeonghan, right there! Oh my god - !”

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 wasn’t, it was mostly your name, just in case everyone couldn’t tell who was screaming his name like a wailing prayer. How he’s 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 you—nails, fingers, and obviously your tight cunt, was a little too much, it was dizzying. 

Even at your seemingly waning state, your hips somehow finds itself moving back against him, undulating with the same force and rhythm. You’re 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.

“How are you holding up, angel?” He chuckled and pressed his face against your neck, his breathing hard and warm on your skin, as his thrusts become more shallow. “Doing okay?”

“I-I’m close,” you whimper. “Please, Hannie - ”

“I’ve got you,” 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 doesn’t 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 you’re bringing him, and only him. “You’re mine tonight,” he breathed. “I’m going to fucking ruin you for everyone, angel, you understand that? You’re mine.”

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.  

Where it had been temporary then, it intensified now. Where there had been questions, suspicions took its place. 

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. 

But his facade is flawless. It comes too naturally before he’s fully aware—a sweet curl of lip, the faintest crinkle at the corners of his eyes. He’s fooled too many. He could fool you again. 

Jeonghan takes advantage of your moment of daze to toy once again with your clit, and is relieved at how immediate your body reacts. 

“Ngh, J-Jeonghan!” 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, doesn’t it? 

Your thighs seize up from the overwhelming pleasure crawling up your spine; while your rhythm falters from it, Jeonghan’s 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. 

“Hannie, Hannie, I’m going to -”

“I know,” 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. “Let go for me, angel. C’mon. Let me hear you. Let them hear you.”

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. 

“Holy shit,” 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. 

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, he’s thrown over the edge. A moan is punched out of his gut as he’s 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. You’re 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. There’s 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.

“If I clean you up,” Jeonghan began, eyeing the puddle on the floor, “could you help me with the rest of your mess?”

Now you did roll your eyes. “Ever the gentleman.”

“Hey, I just thought I should ask. It’s a lot.” 

Your face warmed up. “Forget it, I’ll clean myself up. You clean the floor.” You move to lift yourself up from the counter, but catch yourself as your muscles start to strain, limbs shaking. 

Jeonghan raised a brow.

You winced. “Can you help me over to the toilet?”

 “Need to piss it all out again?” He jests and takes a hold of your arm to gently pick you up. 

You sneered. “That wasn’t piss, asshat.”

Jeonghan laughed. “I know it wasn’t. But it was hot as hell.”

“Shut the hell up.”

That only made him laugh again.

Then came a knock, a very aggressive one.

“Yoon Jeonghan, are you done fucking in there?” Said a male voice beyond the door, sounding just as irritated as his knock was. 

“Ah, damn,” Jeonghan muttered quietly to himself, then raised his voice at the door, “There are other bathrooms, Cheol!”

Choi Seungcheol, you now recognized Jeonghan’s fellow frat brother, responded right away. “All occupied! Can you hurry your shit up?”

“No!” said Jeonghan, but he’s 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 there’s 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.

“I’ll leave first,” Jeonghan explained as he sauntered back to you with soap and another fresh towel in hand, setting them down where it’s within your reach. “I’ll appease Cheol first and buy you some time to clean up.”

“Is he always so impatient?” You asked.

“Always,” he sighed, “but once I explain, he’ll understand. I don’t know why he’s fussier than usual though.” 

“Maybe he needs to shit.”

“Shitting at a party? That’s disgusting of him.”

“He has no respect for the partygoers out there.”

You exchange grins with each other. 

Then another round of knocking came around.

“In a minute!” Jeonghan called back, trying to sound calm but his face was scowling. He lowers his voice when he speaks to you again, “Are you sure you don’t want any help? Now I just want to make him wait.”

“Go,” you tell him and wave him off. “He sounds like he’s about to kick the door open. I’d rather not have that.”

Jeonghan huffed a laugh at that. “I wouldn’t put it past him.”

Jeonghan turned to leave. Your heart lurched from your chest.

“Jeonghan?” You call out before you could stop yourself.

He looked back. “Hm?”

“Do we…” You didn’t know what to say, how to phrase it. “Should we talk about it?”

It was miniscule, but you caught his wince. “Talk about what?”

“About what you said?”

“Angel, I said a lot of things.”

“Don’t play stupid with me. You said - ”

Another loud knock, quickly followed by Seungcheol yelling. “Jeonghan! Hurry up!”

Jeonghan let out another sigh, a mix of annoyance with a tinge of relief. “We’ll have to talk about it another time.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Jeonghan - ”

“We will talk about it,” he said firmly, his tone spoke of sincerity, but his face said otherwise. “Just not now. Not yet.” 

You gave him a skeptical look. 

He tried for a smile, perfectly saccharine. You saw right through it.

“Fine,” 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.

“Cheol, you have got to learn patience,” Jeonghan said once he cracked the door open.

“And you have got to learn to be quiet,” the disembodied voice of Seungcheol parried back. “I’m sure the people passing the hallway could hear you both.”

“Well, we were trying to get the whole house to hear us.” Jeonghan spared a quick glance your way and grinned. You wanted to punch his teeth in.

Seungcheol groaned. “Of course you fucking were.”

Jeonghan laughed and finally stepped out of the bathroom. “At least I’m getting my dick wet. You haven’t been with anyone since - Oh, I spoke too soon. Cheol, you sneaky son of a - ”

The door shut closed behind him, leaving you all alone, and you buried your face in your hands.

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BABY FEVER — CHOI SEUNGCHEOL ࿐

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] — MINORS DNI 18+

note. it’s 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 😍 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 seungcheol’s birthday lunch would pan out. 

no, you definitely did not expect to end the day with your legs wrapped around your beloved boyfriend’s waist while he split you open on his cock, breathily promising that he’ll 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. 

but you hadn’t realized how busy it’d be. how could you have known? it was just a random tuesday afternoon in the midst of august– 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. that’s who. 

it seems that children and parents have nothing better to do than crash birthdays and cause you massive headaches. 

when you looked over at seungcheol on the blanket halfway through your food, you discerned the faraway look in his eyes. he hasn’t said much. much less of how he feels about his “gift.” he wasn’t there– probably disassociated because of the noise. you realized then that you probably should’ve picked a different spot… or stuck to the homemade candlelit dinner you had initially planned. or done literally anything else. 

“cheollie… do you wanna leave?” you asked, concern laced in your voice. “we don’t have to stay, we can go home and do whatever you want.”

his jaw clenched and unclenched at the sound of your voice. he offered a shuddered breath and gave you a curt nod. “yeah, let’s go home.” 

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. 

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. 

and when you reach your destination, you let him in before closing the door behind you and then he pounces.  he has you pinned to said door in an instant. 

completely thrown off by his change in behavior, you splutter out, “ch-cheol, what the fuck?!”

“baby,” 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. it’s 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. there’s a mere inch of a gap separating the two of you and you can feel all the heat radiating off of his body. 

still wide-eyed, staring up at him, you softly– apprehensively– ask, “cheol? are you okay?” 

admittedly, seungcheol is not okay. not in the slightest. he doesn’t want to scare you, but watching kids run around– hearing how happy they were– had him thinking thoughts. thoughts of having a kid of his own. 

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. 

he’s not sure how to relay said thoughts to you. the two of you have been dating for years and you’re in a really good place, both financially and emotionally.

but dropping the ‘i want a kid’ bomb? before he’s even proposed? it’s taboo…untraditional… it’s something you potentially don’t even want, so he should ease into the conversation of children and marriage.

but…choi seungcheol thinks he’s lost the ability to think and speak clearly. that’s why he blurts it out without logically thinking it over, lost in a haze of lust and need and burning hot desire. 

“wanna have a baby,” 

your stomach drops and the air in your lungs vanishes, leaving you breathless.

“w-what…cheol? a baby?” you ask slowly. “you… wanna have a baby?” 

a small growl bubbles in his chest when you repeat his words. “wanna give you a baby.” 

heat creeps up your neck and within seconds– when you realize the intent of his words– your entire body burns as arousal courses through your veins. seungcheol doesn’t just want to have a kid… he wants to fuck one into you. 

you can’t say you’ve 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. 

so you reply, “do… do you think we’re ready for that? we’re still pretty young and… we aren’t married…”

your words trail off and you look away, eyes trained on his chest instead. 

“i’m gonna marry you.” he says as a matter of factly. “look at me.” he demands, the hand next to your head moves to grip your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “there’s no doubt in my mind. i’m going to marry you, baby.”

hearing that is surreal. he’s said it twice and the words are still rattling around in your empty brain. he’s gonna marry you. there’s no doubt in his mind. 

you’d 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. and– you guessed it– you want to bear his child. 

you don’t know how long you’ve 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 he’s going to propose, leaving you even more speechless, but he leaves a soft kiss on your tummy. he’s 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. 

you let out the breath you were holding, nodding your head.

and cheol swears he would lose it if he hadn’t already. 

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.

“cheol!” 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. “sl-slow– fuck, baby– slow down,”

seungcheol is a giver, that’s 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 you’ve cum countless times on his face. a glutton for pussy, you could say.

it’s why he can’t 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 you’ve been craving since he asked to fuck a baby into you. 

and it works. it always does. your moaning and whining and begging and it’s fucking music to his ears. 

“tastes so good, angel,” he moans against you, words coming out muffled. the vibrations shock your body and you can’t help but jolt, back arching off the door. your hands tighten their grip on his hair, pushing him further into your cunt. 

and that’s the thing about seungcheol being insatiable. you always end up greedier than him. it’s like an orchestrated plan. 

“more,” you beg through a whine, grinding your pussy into his face. “please more, feels s’good, cheollie,” 

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 you’re overcome with pleasure. 

it hits you before you can even blink. you’re letting out a breathless mantra of seungcheol’s name, your stomach knots up, your breathing increases and you completely lose control as you let go all over his face. 

he keeps eating you out, whining while lapping up your release as if he’d been deprived of the taste of your cum for weeks. as if he hadn’t eaten you out just last night. and the morning before that. and three times in a row the day before.

when he’s 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 ‘i need you’ 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.

“baby…” he pants, inching closer to you. 

“put one in me,” you whisper. you, too, have no doubt in your mind about this. about him. you want everything he’s offering to you. “fuck a baby into me, cheol, i want it. i want you.”

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 he’s gonna fuck you full of cum and pray it takes. 

he closes the gap between you, pressing his lips against yours.

it’s not your average kiss. it’s 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. 

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 he’s missing out on the world’s 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 doesn’t 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, “baby, need to fuck you right now…”

you tug at his shirt, whispering, “then fuck me, cheol.” 

a guttural groan bubbles in the back of his throat. he pulls your dress up by the hem, growling a soft, “off.” 

“you first.” 

he raises an eyebrow at you but doesn’t 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. 

“pants, too,” you whisper with a cheeky smile. 

“didn’t realize this was a strip tease,” 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. 

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. 

he interrupts your gawking, gruff, stern voice filling your ears, “take your fucking dress off.”

you giggle, raising your arms. he’s not slow and he’s 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 doesn’t even give you a second before grabbing– manhandling– you and guiding you to the bed. 

he lays you down and internally melts. “you’re so gorgeous, baby,” he mumbles, spreading your legs open and eyeing your pulsing cunt. “you’re perfect.”

you don’t know how it’s possible at this point, but you grow even hotter. feverish. you always love his praise and you know he’s well-aware of the fact because he smirks as you squirm and clench around nothing. 

“cheollie,” you whimper. 

his hands splay over your bare stomach and his cock throbs as an array of dirty thoughts re-enter his mind. 

“you’re gonna look so cute when i put a baby in you, isn’t that right?” he murmurs, hands ghosting over your skin before they land on your tits, fondling them through your bra without a care in the world. “gonna be such a pretty mommy…” he tells you, voice dropping an octave. 

you moan at the contact and his promiscuous words. arousal drools from your hole, surely soaking a puddle into the sheets under you. you’re not sure how much longer you can wait for him to impale you on his cock before you become a weeping mess. 

you whine, eyes threatening to close, “please make me a mommy, cheollie.”

seungcheol lets out a sharp breath, quickly removing his hands from your tits, opting on using them to push his boxers down. 

when his length slaps against his abdomen, he lets out a soft groan. he doesn’t 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. 

when the head of his cock gets trapped between the warm walls of your cunt, seungcheol curses. “tightest fuckin’ thing,” he mutters, shoving himself deeper and deeper, listening to your high-pitched whines and whimpers. 

and when he’s 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. 

he’s breathless, asking, “you good, baby?”

you offer a broken nod and a weak, “s’good.”

it’s 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. 

you squeal, “cheol! what are you–” 

you’re 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 you’ve ever felt and it has your eyes rolling back and your hands pulling the sheets off the bed. 

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. 

“s-seungcheol–” you sob, arching further into the air. 

“i know, baby,” he moans in response. “but, fuck, you’re taking it so well. look so fucking pretty taking my cock like this.” he wants to throw his head back in pleasure, but he can’t bear to tear his eyes away from you. 

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 it’s too good. you look too fucking good. 

and you’re going to look even better with his cum leaking out of your cunt. 

you ache with the partial bridge seungcheol has you in. you’re 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. 

you gasp, crying out and clamping around him with an iron grip, “fuh-fuck! cheol– cheollie!”

he growls, rubbing the sensitive bud faster and faster. “you gonna cum for me?”

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. 

“cum f’me, angel.” he coaxes breathily, cock twitching and throbbing inside of you. “s’gonna feel so good, just cum for me.” he practically begs and you think it’s because he’s just as close. 

you can’t even find it in you to care because the onslaught of pleasure wracks your body. you clench around him once, twice, three times– and, before you know it, the knots in your tummy come completely undone and you’re left a shaking mess under him.

“that’s it, that’s my fucking girl.” he nearly whines, fucking you through your orgasm while you jerk and thrash on the bed. “god, i love this pussy, your body, everything, baby– i love you.”

you cry, silently praying he’ll press his lips against yours because, god, you love him, too. so much. but your voice is hoarse and you don’t think you can conjure up the words to give him. 

it’s 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. 

your arms wrap around his neck, sobbing in overstimulation as he kisses the life out of you.  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. 

he holds you tighter, pounding into you without any regard to your sounds. “gonna fill you up, princess. gonna fuck you full of my cum, give you a baby, marry you,” he grunts loudly. “everything. gonna– fuck– gonna give you everything.”

you nod, sinking your teeth into his neck. 

and seungcheol can’t 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. 

cheol’s pants slowly morph into breathy chuckles as he comes to terms with what he’s done. 

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. 

“was it too much?” he asks gently after a few minutes of silently staring at each other.

“a lil…” you whisper, weakly clamping around him. “you know i love it when you get like this, though.”

“i know.” 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 can’t help but groan at the sight. “you think this’ll be enough, angel?”

“a few more rounds probably wouldn’t hurt.” you giggle. 

“that can probably be arranged.” he hums cheekily. “but, seriously, baby. thank you… for today. you always know how to surprise me.”

“really? i kinda… thought you hated the whole picnic lunch date,” you murmur. “thought i ruined your day.”

“no, baby, i loved it.” he says through a smile, kissing the corner of your mouth. “it was great, i swear… i just thought about fucking a baby into you a little too hard.”

“i’m really glad.” you smile, “and, now that you hopefully did… how would you rate year 28?”

“10/10. truly the best birthday ever.” he says. “i got everything i ever wanted.”

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happy bday cheollie baby boo the most leo leo out there no one is more leo than him and i feel i’m doing wrong by him if i Don’t post abt him 😻

also happy bday younghoon my BABY BOY!

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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 :)

it’s 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 😅

@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 (she’s literally the most gorgeous person ever— she still owes me a selfie now that im thinking abt it) right down to her core. 🥹 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 how genuine she is. I LOVE HER & she makes me a better person every day, seriously ⭐️ i <3 my wife

@jeonghantis 🩵 there are about a million and three things that i can write for keir but i think the thing i love most about them is that… i can just be sar with them, i never have to worry about being judged for the things i like bc 9 times out of 10, keir feels the same way. like who else am i gonna talk about [redacted] with chan with ??? or [ censored beeping for 10 minutes straight ] with sangyeon ?? my jeonghannie, my bff, my ride or die <3 (they also hate everyone that i hate and watch my instagram lives even tho im super annoying which means i am going to die for them)

@onlyseokmins literally just love elv’s 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 she’s so bright PLUS she’s 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 — one: kai’s 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 didn’t re-read inflection point again TODAY on my lunch break, nope! i didn’t! 😂……) TWO: kai is literally so sweet and funny and we don’t really talk much, but from what i know, they’re 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 we’re gonna be neighbors /srs,,, srsly tho, i told her this already, but she’s an amazing listener and she puts up with my shitty texting and i seriously cant appreciate that more 😢 she’s so wonderful and lovely and my favorite yoongi stan to ever exist and i will shield her from the heat. don’t worry, ash, 𝖎 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚.

@soonigiri MELODY <333 the soonyoung to my cheol!! she’s also someone i enjoy seeing on my dash sm!! she’s literally an angel and it’s so endearing to see her in her engene era. like i look forward to seeing jungwon on my dash every day /srs — 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 she’s really kind-hearted and i get really happy when i see her jn my inbox from time to time!! it’s like a nice little surprise which i love 🥹💝 it’s like finding a rice krispie at the bottom of my lunch box (if you don’t know the feeling, think immense joy)

@rubyreduji JJ THE COOLEST GUY EVER. he’s such a joy to talk to and i love that he’s 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. he’s so supportive i love him and i need to hug him so bad actually 🥹 (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 ☺️

@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. she’s 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 world’s worst texter 😅

@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 💝

@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. ALSO….. something about rj’s 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 she’d 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 smau’s and writing, i’m 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. i’ll 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 can’t thank her enough. she’s 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 🥹

@baeksbyunny / @baekhyunnybyun (you’ll have to remind me which acct im supposed to tag) BEX MY BELOVED!!! THE LOVE I HAVE FOR HER IS SERIOUSLY INDESCRIBABLE!!! she’s the nicest person to me. like i’ll 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 i’d 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 like…. idk >< ALSO HER WRITING IS SOHSHSBS OUT OF THIS WORLD … the concepts the description,,, she’s 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 🥹 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!!