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the discontentment with dino's album is truly appalling bc i'm failing to see where this is even a fraction of the problem some of these people are making it out to be. everyone wants fresh and fun till it breaks the norm in a very non intrusive way, this is not the first time an alter ego has been used in music, or in Kpop. in fact I think its a really clever way around the uneven pairings and it's putting a genuinely refreshing twist that isn't manufactured just for this album.
also. I don't wanna hear JACK shit bc the way Wait was done dirty is something I'll never forget. people want something to be mad at and it shows bc it's anarchy anytime someone steps outside of the box. and again, HES BARELY TOEING OUT OF IT IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!!!! future of Kpop this future of Kpop that please do not speak if you can't handle the change being the future brings
imagine how he possibly felt if he saw all the shit and the fuckass wreaths after planning and brainstorming for SIX WHOLE MONTHS for this
no bc i’ve actually cried over the thought of him seeing all of this hate like pls he’s just a baby leave him alone
i was literally SO excited to hear that my man pi cheolin was dropping his own album and i was so shocked to see that so many other ppl were mad????? like are we watching the same content orrr
ITS LITERALLY NOT THAT DEEP LIKE??? hes having a jolly good time idk WHYYYYY knetz be so pressed all the time 😥
A Fair Chance (Seungcheol)
ex!seungcheol x f!reader
genre: light angst, exes to...?
summary: you wish your ex a happy birthday and he asks for a little more.
word count: 1530
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Sorry to keep inundating you guys. Last one for a while!
I opened twitter today and yeah I knew couprangs were wild but things they write after him looking like THAT yesterday are absolutely insane (I agree with everything)… sometimes I’m thankful he’s bad at english, but then I remember that he’s learning…
hes so fucking sexy oh my god BABY COME HOME THE KIDS MISS YOU 😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨
One Week Left
pairing - non idol ! seungcheol x f.reader [fluff/angst]
summary → you and seungcheol became best friends freshman year of college, drifting into something softer and unspoken by junior year when you became roommates. now, after graduating, he has one week left before enlistment— a countdown tied to his future at his father’s company and the life waiting for him after completing service. but between a simple haircut in your shared bathroom and the weight of leaving, everything he’s kept buried finally spills out, because what he’s really afraid of isn’t enlistment… it’s leaving the person he’s been secretly in love with for years
word count - 3.7k
warnings! → friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, mutual pining, love confession, yearning, seungcheol being devastatingly in love, military enlistment mention, pre-enlistment emotions, kissing/making out- no smut, years of repressed feelings, bathroom confession scene, soft/domestic intimacy, suggestive ending, happy ending, two idiots finally communicating, *additional parts will probably be written
The bathroom smelled like vanilla, clean laundry, and Seungcheol’s cologne. The one he always wore without thinking. That warm, slightly spicy scent that clung to his hoodies and lingered in the apartment long after he’d walked out of a room.
It mixed with the softness of vanilla melting through the air in slow, comforting waves, trying to wrap the moment in something gentler than what it really was.
Clean laundry hung nearby from the rack beside the shower, still faintly warm from the dryer, fabric softener folding itself into the air every time you moved. It made the space feel lived in, like any other night, like nothing was about to change.
Like he wasn’t leaving in a week.
You’d lit the candle earlier to keep things feeling normal. Because to you, this wasn’t goodbye.
Not really.
It was just something difficult he had to get through before coming back home again.
But sitting in front of the mirror while strands of dark hair fell steadily around him, Seungcheol felt every inch of this moment settling into his chest with terrifying finality.
The low buzz of the clippers sounded too loud in the small bathroom. Every pass against his scalp stripped away another piece of familiarity, and with each lock of hair hitting the tile floor, the reality became harder to ignore.
One week.
One week before he left behind the apartment that had become more his home than any place ever had before.
One week before leaving you.
Meanwhile, you stayed focused carefully behind him. Occasionally brushing loose strands from his shoulders and chatting softly about completely ordinary things. The grocery list for tomorrow, your cafe manager finally fixing the broken espresso machine, and which of your friends would inevitably cry the most dramatically at the enlistment send off.
Like this was temporary. Like the two of you would naturally fall back into this exact rhythm again once he returned.
And maybe that should’ve comforted him. Instead, it only made the ache in his chest worse.
You swallowed around the lump in your throat and focused on the careful motion of your wrist.
One more pass.
The clippers hummed over the back of his head, leaving behind soft dark stubble. You stepped back slightly, examining your work before flicking the power off. Silence settled heavily between you.
“There,” you said quietly.
You brushed the loose hair from his neck before running your palm gently over the freshly shaved skin. The texture made your chest ache unexpectedly.
“All done.” A small smile tugged at your lips as you leaned down into his line of sight through the mirror. “Wow. Okay, it definitely looks weird.”
His brows lifted faintly.
“Not bad weird,” you corrected quickly, laughing softly. “Just.. you’ve never had your hair this short before.” Your fingers rubbed over the top of his head again playfully. “You actually look really cute.”
You moved around the stool until you stood between his knees, his legs naturally parting to make room for you in the cramped bathroom. Your hands stayed on his head, thumbs brushing along his temples while you grinned down at him.
It was the smile that always ruined him.
The one that crinkled your eyes slightly. That he’d watched across lecture halls and grocery aisles and lazy Sunday mornings in your shared apartment kitchen. The one that had slowly, disastrously made him fall in love with you years ago.
But instead of smiling back, his expression only seemed to sink further.
Your own smile faltered.
“Cheol?”
He looked away. His gaze dropped to the floor instead, landing on the ridiculous fuzzy green house slippers covering your feet.
The pair he bought you two winters ago after you’d spent twenty minutes dramatically mourning them in the middle of a department store because you couldn’t afford “unnecessary purchases” until your next paycheck from the café.
You’d worn them nearly every day since.
“Seungcheol,” you said again, softer this time, but still nothing.
You reached down, fingers curling around his chin until you gently tilted his face back toward you.
“Earth to Cheol?”
He swallowed hard, his eyes still locked downwards.
“I don’t want to go.”
The words came out rough, and your chest tightened immediately.
“I know,” you said carefully. “It’s not exactly an easy thing.”
You tried to give a reassuring smile again, thumb brushing along his cheek.
“But you’ll be back before you know it. And then you’ll start at your dad’s company and everything’ll work out.” You shrugged lightly. “Unless you can convince your dad to rearrange the plan somehow?”
He shook his head once.
“That’s not it.”
“Then what?”
His eyes finally met yours fully, and it nearly undid him.
Because you were looking at him the same way you always did. Soft, patient, worried for him before yourself. Standing between his knees in those stupid fuzzy green slippers, your fingers still warm against his skin from where you’d rubbed over his freshly shaved head, completely unaware you were holding his entire heart in your hands.
God. How was he supposed to leave this?
How was he supposed to pack up two years of shared mornings, late night convenience store runs and you humming in the kitchen while making coffee half asleep and just, walk away from it? From you?
His chest tightened painfully. All he could think about was time.
A week from now, he’d be gone, and life would keep moving without him.
You’d still go to the café on weekends. Burn pancakes every Sunday morning because you refuse to turn the heat down, and still laugh so hard at dumb movies you’d snort without realizing it.
But eventually, someone else might be there to see it. Someone else might start memorizing the little things about you the way he had.
Someone else might carry your grocery bags, and sit in his spot beside you at bars. Walk home with you at night, or hear you call their name from another room instead of his.
The thought made him feel sick.
Because Seungcheol had spent years pretending what existed between you was enough. Pretending friendship didn’t already feel dangerously close to love. Pretending he could survive watching you belong to somebody else someday.
But now there was an expiration date looming over him, and suddenly every second with you felt fragile. Temporary.
His throat tightened before speaking again.
“I don’t want to leave you.”
The words came out quieter than he intended. Not because he was unsure, but because saying them out loud made everything terrifyingly real.
Your heart stumbled at the words, a sharp, disorienting skip you immediately tried to dismiss. No, that wasn’t what he meant. It couldn’t be.
You latched onto the thought almost instinctively, like a reflex. Like you’d done a hundred times before whenever something about him felt like it tipped too close to something you weren’t supposed to look at too long.
He’s Seungcheol. Your best friend. Your roommate. The person who had been woven into the shape of your days for four years until it didn’t even feel like separate lives anymore.
That’s all this was. It had to be.
So you laughed softly anyways, a little too quick, a little too light, as if you could smooth the moment over before it had time to turn into anything else in your mind.
“You’re such a baby,” you teased gently. “I’ll still be here when you get out.” You squeezed his shoulders. “Plus, you’ll get leave sometimes, right? We’ll still hang out.”
He shook his head again, sharper this time.
Before you could say anything else, his hands suddenly wrapped around your wrists, stopping your movements against his shoulders. Slowly, he slid his hands down until his fingers intertwined with yours. And when he spoke again, his voice had changed completely.
Serious. Low. Almost trembling.
“I don’t want to leave you,” He repeated, his tone vulnerable and bare.
The air shifted. Your smile faded entirely now.
“Cheol..”
“I don’t want to leave and come back and..” He exhaled shakily, eyes squeezing shut for a second before reopening. “Be replaced.”
Confusion flickered across your face.
“Replaced? Seungcheol, what are you talking about? You’ll always—”
“I don’t want another guy taking my place in your life.”
The words hit you so hard you went completely still. For a second, your brain genuinely couldn’t process them. Not because you didn’t understand what he was saying, but because some terrified hidden part of you had spent years convincing yourself you imagined all of it.
The lingering looks, the way his hand always found the small of your back in crowded places. How naturally the two of you moved around each other like you’d built a life together without realizing it. The quiet domesticity of him bringing you home your favorite snacks without asking. Falling asleep together on the couch, sharing inside jokes, or tying his tie for him when he has to visit his fathers company building.
Like he belonged in every crevice of your daily life.
You had spent so long forcing yourself not to read into it. Because Seungcheol was Seungcheol. Your best friend, Your roommate, the person who had become home so slowly you never even noticed it happening.
And loving him had always felt dangerous. So instead, you suppressed it.
Buried every flutter in your chest when strangers mistakenly called you his girlfriend. How much you loved hearing him laugh from another room. Locked away the embarrassing ache you felt whenever he looked especially handsome before going out somewhere. Ignoring the way your heart would sink anytime another woman flirted with him in front of you.
You told yourself it was safer that way. Better to keep him as your best friend than risk losing him entirely. But now he was sitting in front of you looking terrified of losing you, and suddenly every moment over the last four years came crashing together so violently it almost made your chest hurt.
Your throat tightened painfully as you stared at him, your pulse pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears.
Meanwhile Seungcheol looked seconds away from unraveling completely, like he already regretted saying it out loud.
And somehow that made it worse. Because all this time, he’d been carrying the same feelings you had.
He laughed once under his breath, but there was nothing amusing about it.
“We live together,” he said quietly. “We cook together. We grocery shop together. We do laundry together. We spend every stupid Sunday rotting on the couch watching movies neither of us actually likes because we’re too lazy to change them.”
Your lips parted slightly.
“And somewhere along the way my feelings stopped being normal.”” He shook his head, his thumbs rubbed nervously against your knuckles.
“I like when strangers think we’re together.”
Your breath caught.
“I like when we argue over ramen flavors in the store and old women smile at us like we’re married already.” His eyes flickered up to yours finally. “I like when we go out drinking and some guy starts trying to flirt with you, but the second I walk back over beside you he leaves because he thinks I’m your boyfriend.” His voice softened painfully. “I like taking care of you.”
Your chest felt impossibly tight now, every feeling you had spent years carefully locking away had suddenly cracked open all at once.
It hurt. Not in a bad way, not really. Just, too much.
Too much affection. Too much relief. Too much longing you’d trained yourself not to touch because wanting Seungcheol had always felt like standing too close to the edge of something dangerous.
Your eyes burned as you stared at him. At the boy who had unknowingly become the center of your entire life, and now he was sitting here looking at you like losing you would ruin him.
The realization nearly knocked the air from your lungs. Because all this time, you thought you were the only one aching quietly through all those little moments.
All those nights lying awake in your room wondering what would happen if you reached for him first. All those mornings watching him half asleep in the kitchen, thinking with painful certainty that someday another woman would get this version of him instead.
But he was looking at you now with the same fear.
“I like knowing how you take your coffee.” He laughed quietly. “I like that you steal my hoodies and leave hair ties everywhere and sing badly when you clean the apartment. I like that you always save me the last dumpling even though it’s your favorite food.” His eyes glistened slightly. “I like coming home to you.”
The room felt too small, too warm.
The tiny bathroom that had always felt ordinary suddenly seemed intimate in a way it never had before. His knees brushing against your thighs, your hands still trapped in his, the soft buzz of the overhead light filling the silence between every shaky breath.
You could hear everything. The uneven rhythm of his breathing. The faint drip of the faucet. Your own heartbeat pounding violently in your ears.
And Seungcheol was close. So close enough that you could see the nervous swallow in his throat. Close enough to notice the slight tremble in his fingers where they held yours. Close enough that if you leaned forward even an inch, both of your foreheads would touch.
It made you dizzy.
Because suddenly every little domestic moment you both shared in this apartment over the years felt charged with something you’d spent too long pretending not to notice.
Late night conversations in this same bathroom while brushing your teeth. Him standing shirtless in the doorway after showers with wet hair dripping onto the floor while you complained at him to clean it up. You sitting on the counter while he shaved, talking about absolutely nothing for an hour because being near each other had always been enough.
How had you both survived living like this for years without combusting?
The warmth crawling up your neck had nothing to do with the bathroom anymore. It was him.
The way he was looking at you now, open and terrified, aching with love he could barely contain made the entire room feel suffocatingly small.. and he still wasn’t done.
“I love how excited you get over stupid little things,” he whispered. “Like finding books at thrift stores or those ugly ceramic frogs you keep collecting for some reason—”
“They’re vintage,” you muttered automatically through the overwhelming emotion building in your chest.
He huffed out a broken laugh. “See?”
And there it was again. That ridiculous, earnest defensiveness over something objectively stupid. Even now, standing in the middle of a life altering confession, both of you seconds from emotionally unraveling, you still couldn’t help correcting him about the ceramic frogs. It hit him with such painful affection he thought his chest might split open.
Because that was you.
You cared so deeply about little things, threw your whole heart behind harmless, ridiculous things without embarrassment. You made ordinary moments feel alive simply because you existed inside them so fully, and Seungcheol had spent years helplessly falling in love with every tiny piece of it.
The way you argued passionately about thrift store finds. How you got distracted halfway through serious conversations because a dog walked past the window. The way you always, always found something to love in things other people overlooked.
Even now, with tears gathering in your eyes and his confession hanging heavily between you, your instinct has been to defend your stupid frog collection.
God. How was he ever supposed to leave someone like you behind?
Your eyes burned.
“I’m in love with you,” he finally admitted.
The words hung between you, raw and terrifying.
“And I’m horrified that while I’m gone, somebody else is gonna get all of this instead.” His voice cracked slightly now. “Somebody else gets to live with you and cook with you and hear you laugh at two in the morning and hold your hand in public and–” He stopped to breathe shakily. “I had to tell you before I left,” he whispered. “Even if you don’t feel the same. Because I think it would actually kill me if I came back and you belonged to someone else.”
Silence. Complete silence. Seungcheol’s heart pounded so violently he thought he might actually throw up.
Then suddenly, you laughed.
His brows furrowed immediately.
“What?”
You laughed harder, one hand flying up to cover your mouth as tears filled your eyes now.
“Why are you laughing?” he asked, completely bewildered as you breathed between laughs.
“We are two huge idiots.”
He blinked at you.
“What?”
You shook your head, smiling so brightly it nearly knocked the breath from him.
Then you leaned down and kissed him.
Seungcheol froze. For one stunned second, his brain stopped functioning altogether.
But then his hands were suddenly at your waist, gripping tightly as he kissed you back with years of buried longing crashing into the moment all at once.
The kiss deepened instantly. Messy, desperate, relieved.
You could feel the shaky exhale leave him as he pulled you closer between his legs, your fingers sliding over the newly shaved sides of his head as you kissed him again and again.
When you finally pulled apart for air, both of you breathless, he rested his forehead against yours in disbelief.
“You idiot,” you whispered fondly, still smiling like you couldn’t quite believe him.
“You love me?” he asked, quieter this time, like saying it wrong might make it disappear. Like he still couldn’t fully trust it was real.
You hummed, pretending to think about it as your fingers absently traced the back of his hand.
“Unfortunately for you,” you said lightly, “yes.”
His breath caught just slightly. Then, like something finally clicking into place behind his eyes, his expression shifted.
“Since when?”
The question wasn’t playful anymore. It was careful and serious.
Your teasing smile softened at the edges, but you didn’t look away. “Junior year,” you said simply.
His brows pulled together immediately. “Junior year?”
You nodded once, like it should’ve been obvious, but it wasn’t. And you let him sit in it for a second longer before you added, softer now, just a little less teasing.
“You came back to the apartment at like 1am during midterms week,” you said. “And I was on the kitchen floor because I’d completely given up on studying.” Something in his expression shifted instantly.
“Oh.”
You nodded, watching him remember it piece by piece.
“I wasn’t sick,” you continued. “I wasn’t anything dramatic. I was just.. exhausted. Like, the kind where you feel stupid for crying but you can’t stop anyway.” His thumb tightened slightly against your hand. “And you didn’t try to fix it,” you said, voice quieter now. “You just sat down next to me on the floor like it was the most normal thing in the world and started going through my notes with me.”
A faint, almost disbelieving smile flickered on his lips. He remembered now, too. Especially how pretty you still looked when you sat in front of the kitchen stove covered in a sea of notebook paper.
“And you didn’t say anything about it being late, or how tired you were,” you added. “You just stayed until I stopped crying.” You shrugged slightly, like you were trying to make it sound small.
Seungcheol went quiet. Really quiet. Like he was realizing something he’d never considered before, that for him it had just been another night of taking care of you, showing up for you, but for you, it had been the night you started loving him.
A disbelieving laugh escaped him.
Then you grinned suddenly, mischief returning to your expression.
“So while you’re gone,” you said casually, “which room should I combine our stuff into?”
He blinked.
“Huh?”
“You know,” you continued innocently, in a way only you could. “Since obviously one room becomes ours and the other becomes a spare room.”
He let out a loud scoff laugh, shaking his head in disbelief before suddenly standing up. You squealed as he grabbed your thighs and lifted you effortlessly.
“Wow,” you laughed breathlessly, your arms sliding around his shoulders while your legs wrapped around his waist. “Someone got confident really fast.”
Seungcheol looked up at you with a grin that was equal parts smug and completely lovestruck.
“You kissed me first,” he pointed out.
“You confessed first.”
“And now I’m making up for lost time.”
Heat rushed to your face instantly at the way he said it, low and certain, like something in him had finally snapped after years of holding himself back.
You tried to laugh it off anyway. “Oh, so this is who you are now?”
“This,” he said, tightening his grip slightly beneath your thighs, “is who I’ve been trying not to be around you for four years.”
Your stomach flipped violently.
“Cheol–”
“I’m serious.” His eyes flickered down to your lips again. “Do you know how hard it’s been living with you looking like that all the time?”
You let out an incredulous laugh. “Looking like what?”
“Like my girlfriend,” he answered immediately.
The bluntness of it made your breath catch.
“And now you actually are. No take backs,” he murmured, sounding a little stunned by the realization himself. Then his mouth curled into something more teasing. “So yeah,” he said softly, stepping closer until your back brushed the bathroom wall, “I’m gonna be confident for a minute.”
Before you could recover from that, he kissed you again, slower this time, deeper, like now that he finally had permission he never wanted to stop touching you.
Butterflies exploded in your stomach.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours again, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them.
“We can figure the room thing out later,” he murmured. “But we only have one week before I leave.” Your breath caught at the look in his eyes. “And there are a lot of things I’ve been fantasizing about doing with you.”
Heat rushed to your face instantly.
“Choi Seungcheol!”
He grinned for the first time all night. Then he carried you out of the bathroom and down the hall toward his bedroom while your laughter echoed through the apartment the two of you had unknowingly turned into a home together years ago.
as always.
drabble.⠀⠀wc: 692 (edit)⠀⠀tags: seuncheol x fem!reader, established relationship, fluff, pet names (cheollie, baby/babe, princess), domestic, mentions of menstruation, slighty suggestive.
“Cheollie!” you whimpered, crossing the front door with the biggest pout on your lips and glistening eyes. That was enough for Seungcheol to stop doing whatever he was busy with and give you his full attention.
He was sprawled all over the couch, watching some TV junk food in a plain white oversized tee and pajama pants. He looked very cozy and relaxed. Yet, in the moment you started walking towards him, looking like a kicked puppy, all his muscles tensed, then he immediately fixed his posture, opened his arms, and pulled you into his lap.
wait hear me out
imagine seungcheol, shirtless. laying on his stomach while doing his own thing, and you behind him doodling on his muscled back around his tattoo. While talking about whatever comes through yall's mind. I NEED SOMEONE TO WRITE THIS OMG
SOBBING LOOK AT THEM
cheol said "fighting hamster" ON HIS WV POST IM GONNA CRY
ohh please do thoughts on creampie breeding kink jun…
a/n: bestie, you're in my head bc Jun lives there rent-free with 19 others- also, this sounded like a request for hcs, so let's go!
warning: mdni, 18+, lowkey service top! Jun, dirty talk, teasing, praise, unprotected, established relationship, a little dumbification, multiple orgasms, creampie, Jun big, Jun down bad, you down bad, etc.
[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]
Jun is a provider; his love language is acts of service, so he definitely is the type to get turned on by the idea of breeding you and truly marking you as his.
This is a continuation of this ask
Seriously 🍀 your vision for this Mingyu was so spot on to what I think Mingyu would be like!! Because that guy would seriously forget how big and strong he is and just be so desperate in every way possible!!! I just love him ugh. I've just seen your other request too about Cheol and you're totally right, I promise I'll get round to them as quick as I can!!!
18+ content, MDNI
Sweetie pie Mingyu who had treated you to dinner for your anniversary. Which would've been more than enough for you, just spending time with him is all you need. But when you got home, he'd sprinkled rose petals everywhere and even had champagne chilling in an ice bucket, ready to just keep the surprises coming for his most perfect girlfriend (his words).
Sweetie pie Mingyu who doesn't even let you say thank you before he launches himself at you, his lips everywhere and hands desperately pulling at your clothes. Fucking annoying things just getting in his way when all he wants to do is touch you. He's been thinking of nothing else but feeling you, all of you, all night and it took everything in his power to not force you to skip dessert then he could drag you home and have his way with you.
Sweetie pie Mingyu who really forgets his own strength and pushes you back onto the bed, mumbling a half assed apology before he shoves his head between your thighs, his lips sucking your clit so desperately that you'd think it'd been years, not hours, since he'd last tasted you. He doesn't even let you get comfortable, you're in which ever position you landed in when he ungracefully launched you, not that you're complaing. His strength and big body is one of your favourite things about him.
Sweetie pie Mingyu who humps the mattress when you cum in his mouth, he's moaning louder than you are and licking like an over eager puppy making sure he gets everything you give him. You should be embarrassed you cum in a couple of minutes but what can you do when there's an over eager man between your thighs who seems to enjoy the taste of you more than the Michelin star meal he's just eaten.
Sweetie pie Mingyu who looks like he's torn between diving back between your thighs again and flipping you over. He doesn't tell you what he's decided, just turns you over then you're way he wants you. He needs to feel you, needs to be inside you, it's the only thing that's been on his mind for hours.
Sweetie pie Mingyu who leans over you as he lines himself up with your dripping hole, your body lying flat on the bed and eagerly waiting to have him inside you again, like it wasn't just this morning when you last had him. He mutters in your ear about how good he's going to make you feel and how much he loves you, each word interrupted by a kiss to your face and neck. It's tricky deciding between telling you how good he's going to be and the constant need to show you how much he loves you.
Sweetie pie Mingyu who as soon as he bottoms out can't hold himself back, you just feel so fucking good like you always do, that he barely gives you chance to adjust to him. You're used to his constant need by now but it doesn't mean you don't always have to try and take moment to realise just how fucking full you feel.
Sweetie pie Mingyu whose sweaty back is against yours as his hips smack into you, your ass rippling every time he slams his fat dick into you from the sheer force and speed he's going at. The constant sound of skin slapping skin is just a constant reminder of the speed this man can move when he's desperate to have you.
Sweetie pie Mingyu who's whining and groaning in your ear, pleading with you to tell him how you always feel so fucking good for him and begging you to tell him how good he's making you feel. Which you would do if you could get a word out from how hard he's fucking you into the mattress, your body is just a vessel for his pleasure at the moment and he's driving you closer and closer to yours from the force of his dick hitting your cervix.
Sweetie pie Mingyu who rushes to hold your hands and leaves sloppy little kisses all over your neck and shoulders, still moaning and whining every time you clench around him because his dick feels so fucking good inside you. But he needs to be as close as possible to you, even if it means holding your hands as he pistons into you, then he knows you're not getting away from him.
Sweetie pie Mingyu whose body completely shields yours, his back flush against you, his hands with a tight hold on you and his lips never stopping, it'd be almost as romantic if his hips weren't frantically rutting into your aching hole.
Sweetie pie Mingyu who whimpers when he feels you clenching uncontrollably around him, it's already so tight when he fucks you in prone but when you're close it's so much fucking tighter and he's never felt more thankful and lucky to be yours. To be the one who gets to feel someone as incredible as you.
Sweetie pie Mingyu who keeps fucking you senseless when you clutch his hands harder and your whole body shakes underneath, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave from how relentless his big dick is. His kisses only increase, like it's his way of thanking you for letting him be the one to make you cum.
Sweetie pie Mingyu who begs you again and again and again if he can please please cum inside as he keeps smacking into your ass, his sweaty body only getting more desperate the closer that he gets. He's basically fucking you further up the bed at this point he's going that hard and fast, and yet he's still whimpering and leaving little kisses all over your cheeks, neck, shoulder, basically anywhere his lips can reach like a puppy begging it's owner for his favourite toy.
Sweetie pie Mingyu who, when you manage to get out a croaky "yes" he can cum inside you, let's out the most pathetically whiney thank you as he slams into you when his orgasm finally hits him, that you'd never guess he was the same gentle giant that's just fucked you into next week.
Sweetie pie Mingyu whose hips are still frantically rutting into you to ride his high out, his sweet sticky cum feeling warm inside you. Almost as warm as the burning mark he's sucked into your neck as he came. He couldn't help it, he just needed something to ground him and your sweet skin was his first choice.
Sweetie pie Mingyu who once he's pulled out and marvelled at the way he's already pouring out of you, can't help himself, he needs to show you how much he loves you. He kisses every inch of skin he can, your back, your ass, your legs, literally every single inch of you.
Sweet pie Mingyu who makes you roll over for him and carries on his worshipping kisses, mumbling "thank you" and "fuck you're so beautiful, I'm so lucky you're mine" before his lips find your nipples and he soothingly runs his tongue round each of them for a little while, just incase you forgot in the last minute that he loves you and your body more than anything.
Sweetie pie Mingyu who when his kisses finally reach your face, greets you with the most beautiful smile you've ever seen, before his lips find yours and he mumbles his final I love you. That is before the pace he set catches up with you both and you fall asleep in each other's arms, sticky and sweaty but thoroughly fucked and thoroughly in love.
a/n- I have quite a few requests to get through but if you've sent one- I have seen it and it will be done soon!! I'm trying to do a couple or so at a time (I'm losing my mind at the amount of mommy kinks there are- I LOVE a good mommy kink so thank you for feeding that so much lol)
BOSS | c.sc
pairing ➠ boss!scoups x secretary!fem reader
synopsis ➠ you have a crush on your boss and he knows it. he just does not care. until, he starts behaving awfully lot like someone who cares—or maybe you are reading too much into it.
genre ➠ office romance, unrequited love, smut.
word count ➠ 5.7k
warnings ➠ pining, low-key asshole cheol, flirty jeonghan who's lowkey a cupid, unequal power dynamics ig, jealousy, cursing, reader does smth pretty embarrassing, lowkey unrequited love, unprotected sex, office sex, tiny bit of sir kink, female oral, hickeys, multiple orgasms, a lot of kissing, creampie, HR would go crazy if they knew what these two were doing in the office.
“Can I leave early today?” You stand in front of your boss’s desk, sweaty hands clasped in front of you, heartbeat thudding in your ears. Seungcheol has been in a bad mood for a few days now — with the factory relocation and all, which has made his usual grumpy self even grumpier.
“Why?” He drops the file you just brought in with a thud on his desk. Leaning back on his chair, he stares at you with a pointed gaze, like a prison officer looking at an inmate.
“Uhm…I actually have a date…” You murmur. Still impassive, he keeps boring holes into your face with his eyes as you grow uncomfortable.
i’m at a loss for words atp
hope he never ever stops dressing like this i love the sweaters and the henleys and the glasses hes nerdy and a dilf all in one FUCK
Scoups debuted as part of the ripped pants line, welcome king
i think about this seungcheol everyday
anyway... besides the chaos
cheol tummy
they might as well watch like disney movies and call it a day and also not to mention to casual misogyny in these comments too?? like how are you as a woman (not op in this pic im referring to what i read from some kcarat's post on twt) hating other women for doing their job
there is no cleavage what so ever bc they're in TURTLENECKS and their skirts have PROPER safety shorts under them like can we calm down
I KNEW IT ppl (i think mostly kcarats) are hating on feel for the dancers choreo and outfits THIS IS INSANE btw the boy moms are truly back (not referring to op in this pic)
let them sing sexy songs with their absolute baddies of a dance team pls
like i volunteer 🙋♀️
the only beef i have with those dancers is that i’m not one of them 😔😔😔💔💔💔
but seriously ppl need to realize that they are GROWN ASS MEN and have had sex multiple times like pls
