About me: you can call me pri, I am a buisness major (boring i know) I have five cats who can care less about me, I love love and look for it at every corner. My requests are open Feel free to slide in my inbox with your thoughts and random stuff. PLEASE I LOVEE TALKING .
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🔮 preview. When you’ve thought about your first time with Seungcheol, you always assumed he’d be the one taking care of you, but now you realize, although you’re the anxious one, your anxiety makes him extra nervous about doing something wrong. In this situation, you need to make the first move; you need to show him you want this, and as you adjust to sit up onto your knees, he grabs the bedsheets, a betrayal of how wound up he is over the fact that you’re finally ready for the next step.
tw/cw. Protected sex, foreplay, body worship, breast worship, big dick seungcheol, pussy eating, fingering, multiple reader orgasms, dirty talk, praise, hair pulling, sex while there’s a storm outside, mentions of past celibacy and wintertime sadness, mentions of a big fire and workplace exhaustion, lowkey soft first-time missionary sex, multiple sex positions, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess.
👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 7.9k
🍭 aus. Non idol au, fireman! Cheol, librarian! reader, a fireman saves a kitten from a tree and now you have a cute cat and an equally cute fireman, sad girl! reader, etc…
☀️ mlist + an. I used “Cinnamon Girl” by Lana Del Rey as inspiration and adapted some of the lyrics to form a plot for this fic.“Cinnamon in my teeth from your kiss, you're touching me. All the pills that you take: violet, blue, green, red, to keep me at arm's length, don't work. You try to push me out, but I just find my way back in. Violet, blue, green, red, to keep me out. I win. There's things I wanna say to you, but I'll just let you live. Like if you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did.” I’m on new antidepressants because my doctor says I have severe depression, and I’ve been in my feels. Writing is an outlet, so I wanted to do something that felt applicable to some of the things I’m dealing with, while still being artistic and interesting.
One:
You’re walking a little faster than usual as you head home after finishing your shift at the library. Heart pounding, eyes scanning the trees as you get closer to the firehall- it’s your ears that pick up the small mewing sounds before you even see the kitten, who is still in the tree she was in when you were coming back from your lunch break four hours ago.
You stop by the trunk of the Callery Pear, whose autumnal purple leaves half obscure the black kitten as she struggles on a high branch.
Then, you look around, and your eyes land on the fire station. With a deep sigh, you cross the street toward the old brick building, wrapping your arms around yourself as anxiety floods through you.
You’re not the type to make a fuss about anything, not the type to bug others or ask for help, so when your eyes land on the broad shoulders of a man who appears to be doing pre-shift tasks with his back to you, it feels like the cat has your tongue.
Another deep breath and a shake of your own head to remind yourself that you can do this.
“Excuse me!” you call, not wanting to step into the station but instead stopping on the threshold of the large bay doors.
The man turns to look at you, and you swallow thickly at the sight of strong, regal features, of dark curly hair.
“Can I help you?” he asks, setting down whatever he was working on so he can turn his full attention toward you.
“Yes, um, I think so. There’s a cat,” you explain, pointing back toward the tree, “it’s been stuck in that Callery Pear for at least four hours. I saw it on my walk back to work after my lunch break, and now it’s still there. It’s just a small kitten-”
“Say no more,” the man assures you, slightly jogging toward the wall, where there’s a folded A-frame ladder. “Which tree?”
You hurry to show him where the kitten is, and as he sets up the ladder, he explains, “I just started my shift, I had no clue there was a cat up here, and our air vac system is pretty old and can be pretty loud, so I didn’t hear any meowing.”
“It’s alright,” you assure him, watching as the man begins to climb the ladder.
His red fireman shirt is tight on his shoulders, and you watch the way his muscles ripple under the fabric as he climbs.
You swallow the lump in your throat, heart racing as he sweet-talks the kitten, who allows him to pick her up and cradle her against his broad chest.
He slowly comes down to the pavement, checking the kitten as she purrs and cuddles closer to him.
“No collar, no ear tag, no nothing,” the fireman tells you. “Probably a street cat, we’ve got a lot of those kicking around. The fire department leaves dog and cat food out for strays, but I’ve never seen this cat before.”
“Have you heard of the cat distribution system?” you ask.
He laughs, looking up at you, handsome face alight with amusement. “Yeah, I’ve heard of the cat distribution system.”
“Well, maybe this is finally my chance.” You release a shaky breath. “I can take her to the vet, sort this whole thing out.”
“Works for me,” the firefighter nods, gently handing the kitten over to you.
“Thanks for helping me,”
The beautiful man smiles, turning to close up the A-frame ladder so he can get back to work. “Don’t mention it.”
Two:
You’re on the same route you always take home when the firefighter you saw a week ago waves you down from the station.
“Hey!” he calls, jogging to catch you despite his long, baggy, yellow bunker gear pants.
“Hello,” you nod, stopping to address him.
“I uh, I realized last week I never got your name,” the handsome man explains, coming to a stop in front of you.
“Y/N.”
“I’m Seungcheol. It’s nice to meet you,” he smiles, holding out a hand.
You swallow thickly, adjusting your book bag so you can gently press your palm to his. He’s soft with the handshake, and you’re quick to retract, downcasting your eyes instead of looking at this handsome, broad firefighter.
“So how’s the kitten doing?” he asks.
“Oh, she’s good. You were right about there being no microchip, so I officially adopted her. She’s named Brontë.”
“Brontë… that’s ringing a bell.”
“It’s a literary name, in reference to the Brontë sisters,” you explain.
“Oh.”
“I work at the library,” you tell him, skin heating with embarrassment. “I’m a bit of an English nerd.”
“That’s cool though,” Seungcheol assures you. “Listen, my shift starts in a moment, so I have to run, but I’m on schedule for nights for a couple more days, and then, I’d love to drop off some cat food or something if you’re okay with it. I feel bad that no other firefighters realized there was a cat in the tree, even though saving cats from trees is the most stereotypical non-fire-related job that firemen do.”
You find yourself giggling, and you can’t help but peek at the way Seungcheol’s face lights up as he smiles at you.
Then you correct yourself, looking down again.
You’re not in the market for a relationship. It’s the Fall, and soon it will be Winter, and this is your sad girl era. Now is not the time for cuffing season; now is the time for reading books and watching movies with your new cat in the warmth of your tiny apartment while the world rages and dies outside your window.
But… if it’s just some cat food he wants to drop off, that could be acceptable.
“I’ll give you my number,” you tell him, “I’m sure Brontë would love to see you.”
Three:
Seungcheol pauses at your door, adjusting his grip on the bag of cat food as he raises his knuckles to tap on the wood.
“One moment!” you call out, and he steps back to give you space as you appear on the threshold.
You’re wrapped in a cream coloured cardigan, and you look completely relaxed, as if you’d just put down a book. Seungcheol has always liked smart girls; cute nerds are definitely his type, and he finds himself kind of tongue-tied as he looks at you.
“I uh, I brought the cat food,” he chokes out, lifting the bag.
“Would you like to come in for a moment? I was just drinking some Chai tea and reading with Brontë.” You step to the side, and Seungcheol realizes that in your own home, you’re much more relaxed than the previous two times he’s seen you.
He steps into your apartment, and the sweet spicy scent of cinnamon perfumes the air around him. It must be from your tea, but he wouldn’t be surprised if the candles that litter the space are also to blame for the pleasing aroma.
There’s a small thump as the tiny black kitten jumps from the couch and stretches, yawning deeply before padding over to Seungcheol.
He can’t help himself; he puts down the cat food and picks up the kitten. She starts purring like a train engine, immediately cuddling up to his neck and trying to get into his hoodie, which she succeeds at despite his laughter and protest.
“Brontë likes you a lot,” you muse, drawing his attention as you shift to the kitchen. “Would you like to have some tea? It’s getting stormy outside.”
“That would be great,” Seungcheol tells you, highly aware that his plan was not to invade your space and annoy you, but you’re the one making the offers, so who would he be to turn them down?
Soon, the two of you are sitting in your small living room area, and your gaze shifts to the window as you sip on your tea.
“I like Autumn,” you muse.
“The rain and bad weather?” Seungcheol asks with a laugh.
“Yes, an excuse to stay inside and not talk to anyone.”
“I guess that’s one way to look at it,” Seungcheol nods. He plays with his teacup, bringing it to his lips. The taste of honey and cinnamon washes over his tongue, and he closes his eyes for a second to enjoy it before setting his tea down again. “If I’m being honest, I don’t really like the Fall, or the Winter for that matter. Seasonal depression is a bit of a hereditary thing in my family.”
“Seasonal Affective Disorder,” you nod, and it’s immediately clear that you’re also aware of the simply acronymed ‘Sad’ that so many people face. “I deal with that too.”
There’s a stagnant pause, but the room is not silent; instead, the pattering of rain on the cement outside becomes even louder, and your gaze shifts once more to the window.
“What got you into firefighting?” you ask.
“I always wanted to help people,” Seungcheol responds immediately, releasing a breath as the tensions shift in the room. He cuddles Brontë closer under his hoodie, and she purrs like a little engine. “Police men get a bad reputation at times, but firefighters are always the good guys. There’s no question that they’re there to save you, no question that we have the best intentions.”
“I can understand that.”
“And you?” he asks. “What made you want to be a librarian?”
“I just love books. I like peace. I don’t love people.” You let out a laugh, turning to look at him. “As an antisocial bookworm, the library felt like the place to be.”
“Makes sense,” Seungcheol smiles, admiring you.
You’re one of those dark, mysterious, moody, smart girls.
Just his type.
But you’re working on things, so it's clear that now is not the season to try to engage with you.
In many ways, the two of you are opposites.
Seungcheol is loud and social compared to your quiet aversion to talking. He’s an athlete; you’re clearly a girl who had her nose buried in a book during high school.
But regardless of these base-level differences, it’s also clear you’re kindred as people who know and have felt sadness.
You’re extremely alluring to him, but Seungcheol has never wanted to be the guy who disregards the social cues that a woman is not interested… only, you’re giving mixed signals, so he’s not quite sure what to make of you.
Instead of trying to figure all of this out, he simply sits with you, turning his attention to the storm brewing outside as he pets the tiny cat now cuddled in his hoodie.
This is a slice of life he could get used to, but if it is a fleeting moment, he’ll be sure to enjoy it as it comes.
Four:
“I’m really sorry about this,” you apologize when you invite Seungcheol into your home for the second time in one week. “The sink was leaking, and I just didn’t know who else to call.”
“You called the right person,” he assures you, slipping past you with his toolbag in hand.
You guide Seungcheol to the kitchen, showing him the leak under the sink, and he’s quick to get down onto his knees to start working.
Sipping your tea, you try not to be too obvious about the way you’re watching him, but his biceps are just so beautiful as he begins to use a wrench to tighten bolts.
Brontë is quick to jump onto his chest, and he jolts in surprise, only to laugh, reaching down to pet the black kitten. “Hi, Honey,” he greets the cat, and your heart flips in your chest at how soft this big, burly man is.
God, he really is so handsome…
Truly a Prince Charming, like the softer heroes you read about in your books.
Sure, he’s not a Mr. Rochester or a Heathcliff, but you’re entirely fine with that. Gothic love interests are always a touch too dangerous for you anyway.
“So a few bolts weren’t tight enough,” Seungcheol explains. “Try the water again.”
“With you under it?” you ask in shock.
“I’m pretty confident I’ve fixed the problem, might as well put my money where my mouth is,” he laughs.
With a shake of your head, you hesitantly turn on the water.
“Good as new,” Seungcheol concludes after a moment, adjusting himself out from under your sink. He sits up, cuddling Brontë close to his chest. “Any other broken or wonky things I can fix for you?”
You can’t help but laugh. “Not off the top of my head.”
“Oh.” He looks around. “Any art I can help you put up?”
“Not really,” you grin.
“Okay, well… I’ll get out of your hair then.”
Part of you wants him to stay, but you’re too shy to say it out loud, so you watch him stand up, collect his tools, and hand Brontë back to you. As you walk him to the door, he stops.
“I don’t want to overstep or anything,” he tells you, and you notice a pink tint in his cheeks, betraying he might be just as flustered as you are. “But uh… I was thinking maybe I could take you out for a coffee date or something sometime? I mean, we could do dinner, but you seem like a coffee date kind of girl to me.”
Your heart leaps into your throat, and you do your best to swallow it. There’s a war inside of you, with part of you wanting to stay in your little single bubble, and another part of you wanting to take a leap of faith with this beautiful man.
“No pressure or anything,” Seungcheol says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Sorry, no, I, uh… I just, I haven’t been on a date in a while,” you try to explain.
“Me neither,” he admits. “Maybe, if it’s less pressure, we can just say let's go out for coffee and leave the ‘date’ word out of it.”
“I think that would be nice,” you smile.
He returns your grin. “Perfect, it’s a coffee then,” he muses, adding a twist to the age-old saying ‘it’s a date.’
He can be kind of dorky, too, which isn’t something you expected from this beefy fireman, and your heart melts as you watch him go.
Five:
The coffee date that’s not a date, except that it is, is going better than you had imagined. Seungcheol is charismatic, honest, and intelligent, all things that you enjoy in a man. He makes you laugh, and you find yourself becoming more and more comfortable with him.
There’s still something in the back of your mind that tells you that maybe you should hold yourself back, that you’ve been burned before, that you’re still working on yourself, and don’t want to enter a relationship while you’re not fully healed.
But there’s the other side of you that acknowledges you’re not perfect, and despite that imperfection, you deserve happiness. You deserve to be laughing with a handsome man over coffee as it rains outside. You deserve to find some joy even as the seasons shift from bad to worse.
It’s clear neither of you wants the date to end, and you spend three hours in this coffee shop until the rain slows a bit, and then, with a sigh, Seungcheol offers to walk you home.
You both have umbrellas, and there’s a space between you as you meander down a couple of city blocks until you arrive at your apartment.
“That was a good coffee,” Seungcheol muses, once again using the word ‘coffee’ as a substitute for the word ‘date,’ and you can’t help but smile.
“It was.”
“You don’t have to answer right now, but I’d love to do this again sometime.”
“I think I would too,” you say, honesty getting the better of you.
Seungcheol’s smile widens, and the two of you stare at each other for a moment, then he leans forward and kisses your cheek. “Say hi to Brontë for me.”
Your skin practically burns from where his lips had brushed you, and your heart thunders in your chest. You trip over your words, whole body tingling. “Yes, I uh, I will.”
“See you soon,” Seungcheol promises, reaching down to gently squeeze your hand. With one final smile, he turns and leaves, and you stand in shock for a moment in front of your building, heart racing, whole body alight with a fire that contrasts with the cool fall air.
You feel giddy and excited, which are not feelings you’ve experienced for quite some time, and your hands are shaky as you push your key into the door to enter the building. You feel like you’re buzzing as you get back to your home, and you let out a deep breath as you reach your apartment.
Brontë lets out a soft mewl, stretching by the window before she jumps down to approach you.
You pick up your little blessing, kissing her soft head as he purrs with pleasure to have you home again. She’s already saved you in more ways than you can count.
Six:
Your second date is spur of the moment, as you’re sitting down to watch a movie, you decide to text Seungcheol, and upon a short back and forth, you invite him over to watch with you.
He’s as respectful as ever, waiting an entire movie before he asks if you want to cuddle, and he allows you to dictate how close you get as you adjust next to him, gently grabbing his arm and leaning against his shoulder.
You relax during this date, and when it comes to a close, standing on the threshold of your apartment, he asks if he can kiss you for the first time.
Your heart leaps at the question, and you nod, hardly able to contain a smile as he gently pulls you closer by your hips. One hand cups your cheek, and he moves in slowly, giving you ample time to change your mind before he presses his lips to yours.
It’s as if a ton of pressure is released from your body, your muscles relaxing as you melt into the kiss, pressing your palms gently to his broad chest as you lean closer.
Seungcheol adjusts, wrapping you in his arms, and you have to fight back a moan, your skin tingling with need.
Then, he pulls away, and you notice he’s breathing heavily, as if holding himself back from you is taking a lot of effort.
“We should do this again sometime,” Seungcheol muses with a half-chuckle.
You compose yourself too, managing a smile. “I would like that.”
Seven:
It’s been a month of movie dates and cuddling without taking the next step, and Seungcheol hasn’t brought it up at all. He seems perfectly content to spend time with you, to cuddle, and kiss… There have been heated moments for sure, but the two of you have always cooled down. If Seungcheol is good at anything, it seems he’s good at putting out fires, even metaphorical ones.
He has an inherent understanding that you need to take things slow, and his respectful nature draws you closer to him every day. You’re becoming used to being in his arms, used to the feeling of safety he has gradually brought you.
It’s a new experience, as all the guys you’ve dated in the past have ended up hurting you… badly.
But… you’re starting to realize, maybe not Seungcheol.
The most difficult thing about this budding relationship - which isn’t even Seungcheol’s fault - is that as a firefighter, he’s in a high-stress environment and can’t always be on his phone to message you back.
Sometimes you go a few hours without hearing from him, and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to endure that. It’s not that you’re worried he’s off with some other girl; he’s clearly not the type to be like that, but you worry about his safety.
Even with all of the safety rules in action for firefighters, accidents still happen, and you’d be devastated if anything happened to Seungcheol.
Tonight, you haven’t heard from him for about four hours, and you’re starting to worry. Even your books can’t distract you, and you keep checking your phone, but to no avail.
When there’s a knock at your door, your heart leaps into your throat, and your body freezes for a moment before you will yourself to stand up and see who is in the hallway.
A breath escapes you when you find Seungcheol standing there, but he looks worn out, and you immediately reach for him.
“Cheol?” you ask.
He doesn’t say anything, just wraps you in his arms, squeezing you desperately.
You melt into the hug, rubbing his back, and although there’s something clearly wrong, you’re just happy he’s here, happy he appears to be okay.
After a minute, Seungcheol pulls away, and you invite him into your apartment, where the two of you sit on the couch. You sneak closer to him, resting your hand on his thigh, giving him space to tell you what’s gotten him worked up.
“I uh…” Seungcheol swallows thickly. “There was this big fire, some low-level drug dealers made a kitchen in their apartment, and something went wrong. The whole building lit up. I just spent the last half of my shift there, and it was a lot.”
You nod, squeezing his thigh to show him you care while not wanting to interrupt his train of thought.
You can smell the smoke on him, although it’s clear he’s had a shower, his hair wet, yet still carrying the scent of fire.
“I don’t want to stress you out with the details, but I just…” Seungcheol lets out a deep sigh. “I think we both clearly have roadblocks. I can’t speak for you, but I know on my side, I have a dangerous job. Being a firefighter is rewarding for me, but I think I’ve held back a bit with you because I don’t want to put you in a situation to be hurt if something happens to me. And I think you have a past where you’ve been hurt before. I just… today made me realize, although we both are holding back for our own reasons, if something bad had happened to me today, I didn’t want you to be left wondering how I feel about you.”
Your breath catches as Seungcheol turns to look at you, and he places his hand over your own.
“I’m crazy about you,” he admits. “I knew there was something different about you from the moment we met, and getting closer to you this month has been the most rewarding thing outside of being a firefighter that I’ve ever experienced. I want to give you time, and I don’t want to pressure you, but if you’d consider being my girlfriend… I just… I’d love to take that next step with you.”
You feel tongue-tied as you look at him, and he’s as respectful now of giving you the floor to speak as you had been when he’d first sat down, so you collect your thoughts.
“I mean… It’s no secret that I struggle with depression. I’ve been hurt before, and it makes me scared of relationships. But… being with you this past month has been so different from anything I’ve experienced before.” Your voice cracks, and you swallow to control yourself, looking down at where your hands are connected. “I would love to be your girlfriend, it’s just scary sometimes to put yourself in a position to get hurt.”
“I know all about that,” Seungcheol admits, cracking a smile. “But the most rewarding things can come from putting yourself out there.”
“I guess we’re just built different,” you laugh. “You, the firefighter, me, the librarian.”
“I like that you’re a librarian,” he assures you, cupping your cheek while you lean against his palm. “You’re smart, and funny, and I always come away from my time with you having learned something new.”
“Yeah?”
“For example, the first time we talked, you pointed to a tree and called it a Callery Pear. That tree is one of the most common trees in the city, but I never bothered to learn its name. You taught me that. Now every time I’m on the streets, and I see one, it reminds me of you.” Seungcheol smiles. “You’re smart, and it’s one of the many things I love about you.”
Some past boyfriends have been intimidated by your brains. They’ve made your intelligence and memory something to be put down, but not Seungcheol, and your heart warms at his words.
“You’ve had a long night,” you tell him. “You must be tired.”
“I am pretty exhausted,” he concedes.
“Why don’t you stay here?” you suggest, feeling confident.
“Really?”
Even in a month of slow dating, Seungcheol hasn’t stayed at your home for a night, but if there were ever a time to rip the band-aid off, it would be now. You get the sense he needs the comfort, and you want to comfort him more than you’ve wanted to do anything in a long time.
“Come,” you prompt him, standing up. “I’ll get you a guest toothbrush, and we can get you settled.”
Twenty minutes later, you’re both set for bed. Seungcheol is lying flat while you curl next to him, and Brontë is on his chest, enjoying the attention from both of you.
This feels so natural, and you know it’s helping Seungcheol calm down after his stressful day at work.
Soon, you hear him softly snoring, and your entire body relaxes, knowing that you’ve helped this man find some peace.
Falling asleep next to a new man has always been something of a difficulty for you, but before you know what’s happening, you’re drifting into an unbothered dreamland.
Eight:
You wake up slowly, pressing against something warm. It takes you a moment to realize it’s Seungcheol, and he pulls you closer with a groan, still asleep.
A smile appears on your lips, and you release a deep breath, feeling your entire body relax.
That had been one of the best sleeps you’ve had in a very long time.
You open your eyes and notice some light coming through the blinds. It’s a grey day outside, and you can hear rain now, softly pattering against the window pane.
Brontë notices you’re awake and lets out a small chirp. She sits up and stretches, mewing at you.
After a moment of enjoying the situation, you carefully get out of bed, the little kitten running around your ankles as you go to the kitchen to get her some breakfast.
While she’s preoccupied, you go back to the bedroom, gently closing the door behind you.
Seungcheol is a vision even while he’s asleep, and you simply look at him for a few seconds, admiring him.
You pop into the bathroom, brushing your teeth and freshening up before going back to bed.
Returning under the warm covers, you cuddle up close to his chest, and Seungcheol stirs, letting out a soft groan as he takes you in his arms.
Everything about this feels so natural, and Seungcheol slowly wakes up, smiling as he cuddles closer, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.
“Good morning,” he groans, and the deepness of his voice makes your skin tingle.
“Hi.”
“Been awake long?” he asks.
“Not really. How did you sleep?”
“Really good,” Seungcheol chuckles. “You?”
“Best sleep I’ve had in ages.”
“That’s nice,” he muses, pressing another kiss to your forehead.
The two of you cuddle, enjoying a soft, lazy Sunday morning, and then Seungcheol asks if he can have a quick shower. The smell of smoke is still clinging to his skin, and while it’s not necessarily a bad smell, you know a rinse off will make him feel better.
You wait patiently while he’s in the bathroom, and a short time later, he returns.
You put your book down, admiring the fact that he’s shirtless now, using a damp towel to scrunch through his dark curls while his sweatpants hang low on his hips.
You’ve never seen him like this, and while you’ve always known Seungcheol is beefy under his hoodies, finally seeing his uncovered form with your own eyes takes your breath away.
He’s an absolute vision, a true physical masterpiece, but you suppose you shouldn’t be shocked, as he’s a firefighter and being physically fit is part of his job.
“Do you have plans for the day?” you ask, putting your book on the nightstand.
“Was thinking maybe I could stay here with you for a bit, if that’s okay. I could also take you out for breakfast since we both have the day off. Whatever works.”
“That all sounds nice,” you muse, stretching and forcing your eyes away from his chisled body.
Seungcheol comes and joins you on the bed, gently grabbing the blankets to adjust them to cover your legs. “Are you cold?” he asks.
“A little,” you admit.
“Here.” Seungcheol gets under the covers with you, and you curl against his side, enjoying the warmth he provides. His hand gently strokes your arm, and you release a deep sigh.
“Where’s Brontë?” Seungchol asks.
“Eating breakfast.”
“The bedroom door is closed,” he muses.
“Yeah.” Your skin heats. “I thought maybe we could have some alone time.”
“Really?” Seungcheol laughs, tugging you closer to his body.
“Last night I realized how safe I feel with you,” you admit quietly. “I think… I’m ready for another next step, if you are.”
“Another next step,” Seungcheol echoes, and it takes a moment for it to click for him. “Oh.”
You laugh shyly, tucking your face down against his chest to hide your embarrassment. “Or not.”
“No, sorry, I just, I didn’t expect-” Seungcheol’s chest is blooming pink now. “I don’t want you to feel pressured that just because I asked you to be my girlfriend and you let me stay over last night, now you have to… put out, or whatever.”
“I don’t feel pressure,” you assure him, trailing your finger along his bare skin.
Seungcheol looks down at where you’re tracing his bicep, and he lets out a deep breath, shifting slightly. You avert your gaze, and that’s when you notice that he’s started to stiffen in his sweatpants.
Tingles erupt through you, and you move your hand down his body slowly until you reach his waistband. Then you look up at him again. “I want this,” you confirm. “Do you want me?”
He swallows thickly and nods, and you realize he’s holding his breath, waiting to see what you do next.
When you’ve thought about your first time with Seungcheol, you always assumed he’d be the one taking care of you, but now you realize, although you’re the anxious one, your anxiety makes him extra nervous about doing something wrong. In this situation, you need to make the first move; you need to show him you want this, and as you adjust to sit up onto your knees, he grabs the bedsheets, a betrayal of how wound up he is over the fact that you’re finally ready for the next step.
Part of you wants to just go for it, to pull his pants down, but it would be a shame for your first time to lack more foreplay, so instead, you mount him.
Seungcheol’s hands find your hips to steady you, and you press your palms against his broad chest, leaning down so your lips can meet.
He kisses you back desperately, and you love how he’s already coming undone.
Seungcheol cups the back of your head, and the kiss deepens as you begin to grind down slightly against him, earning a groan that sets your whole body on fire.
You can feel his cock pressing up against his sweatpants as you tease him, gently rocking your hips for stimulation while you remain in a heated battle of lips and tongues.
Part of you wants to continue, to move down toward where he needs you most, but kissing him just feels so good. Your entire body is buzzing with pleasure, and the anticipation of the ecstasy to come.
He’s stiff as a rock now, and even with clothing acting as a barrier, the feeling of a hard cock rubbing against your clit has you whimpering already.
Seungcheol finally breaks the kiss, panting hard, and you lock eyes as you both try to collect yourselves.
You reach a hand between your bodies, rubbing him through his sweatpants, which makes him groan again, his eyes closing. His hips rock slightly, pushing up toward your palm.
Then, quite suddenly, Seungcheol flips you onto your back, his lips finding your throat as you let out a giggle of surprise.
So maybe you won’t have to be the one taking control of this situation; maybe Seungcheol just needed a bit of a push.
He grinds down against your core at the same time his mouth finds your sweet spot, and you let out a moan, tangling your fingers through his hair.
One of his hands reaches up to cup your breast, his thumb teasing your nipple through your shirt. Your buds are hard and ready to be attended to, and when Seungcheol realizes this, his mouth descends from your neck.
You take the opportunity to try to get a breath while you lift your shirt, and he gives you enough space to take it off completely, now leaving your torso bare for him.
“You’re so pretty,” he groans, his hair tickling your skin as he leans down to lick one of your nipples, his hand massaging the other breast.
You can only mewl in response, your entire body lighting up with pleasure as he begins to suck on your sensitive bud.
As he works you up, you continue to tangle your fingers in his soft hair, using him as an anchor of sorts as you give yourself to him.
Your core is practically throbbing now, and you can feel your panties getting wetter by the second, your body anticipating something you haven’t had in months.
While you’ve chosen to be celibate and distance yourself from men, you still have needs, needs that have never been quite fulfilled while flying solo. You’re shocked at how sensitive your body is, how you react when he flicks his tongue against your nipple and makes you gasp, writhing against the bed as insatiable need overtakes you.
You’re getting more desperate by the second, but you do your best to take what he’s giving you, to let him choose the pace now.
By the time he sinks lower, kissing down your abdomen and hooking his fingers in your shorts, you’re sure your panties are soaked through.
“Can I take these off?” he asks.
“Please,” you moan, lifting your hips to make the task easier.
There’s a distant rumble of thunder outside, and the air in your room is cool as Seungcheol gets you completely naked, but there’s something comforting about sex during a storm.
Seungcheol gets down onto his knees next to the bed, and your heart skips a beat when he drags you closer, his breath warm on your wet core.
“Please, I need-” you whimper, writhing against the sheets already.
“I’ve got you,” Seungcheol promises, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.
The slow way he works his mouth toward your core has your skin feeling electrified, and you’re throbbing by the time he makes contact with your pussy.
He starts with a long, drawn-out lick that ends with your clit, which he circles deliciously with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh my God,” you pant, throwing your head back as your entire body jolts from such a soft, yet intense motion.
You feel Seungcheol smirk a little as he continues to kitten-lick you, switching between soft kisses and languid movements with his tongue.
His warm hands find your thighs, and he pushes them into a spread eagle position, giving him plenty of room to work on you.
“Cheol!” you whimper when he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking on it with a little more pressure. “I’m close already!”
You’re not sure if your sensitivity is due to going so long without having the proper attention of a man, or if it’s because Seungcheol is just so good at this, and you have such a great connection. Regardless, your muscles are already tensing, and your eyes are clenched shut, your breath coming out in hot pants of pleasure.
Seungcheol lets out a small groan, and the vibration makes your legs shake, your body teetering on the edge. You understand his sound as an affirmation that you can cum, that he wants you to experience an orgasm without holding back.
So you don’t hold back.
You reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair again, prompting him to suck on your clit harder, and seconds later, your first orgasm crashes into you like the thunder that erupts in the skies outside.
You’re a moaning mess as he works you through your high, your core throbbing desperately around nothing as waves of pleasure overtake you.
Fuck, cumming has never felt this good, and it leaves you breathless as your muscles begin to relax.
You let go of his hair, and Seungcheol chuckles, pulling away from your core to look up at you.
“Was that okay?” he asks.
“That was amazing,” you tell him, heart still racing in your ribcage.
“Yeah?” He plays with your slit, rubbing you with a finger, toying the tip inside of you, and making you groan.
“More,” you demand. “Please.”
“You got it, princess,” he muses, pushing his digit into you, testing your walls, which immediately try to clench around him.
It feels like you haven’t been touched here in years, and your body is eager for this. As he finger fucks you gently, adding a second finger, you can hear your pussy squelching, its wet sounds mixing with the noise of rain splattering against concrete, brick, and glass outside.
“You sound so pretty when you cum,” Seungcheol muses, leaning in to press a kiss to your clit that makes you shiver. “I want to hear it again.”
Two orgasms before he even puts his cock in you?
You’ll take that action.
You wiggle your hips slightly, looking for more pressure, and Seungcheol responds by crooking his fingers up to find your G-spot. You groan deeply from the feeling, closing your eyes and focusing on the pleasure that’s still surging through you.
“Right there?” he asks.
“Right there,” you confirm. “Feels so good.”
Satisfied he’s found a good spot, Seungcheol presses his mouth to your clit again, sucking on the sensitive bud and making your legs shake.
“Oh my God,” you whimper, pleasure radiating out from your core and engulfing your entire body.
The combination of pressure on your G-spot and his mouth on your clit has you writhing within minutes, grasping at the bed sheets, heart thundering in your chest.
“Just like that,” you tell him, “I’m close again.”
Like the first orgasm, when you tell Seungcheol you’re close, he increases the pressure of his motions, sucking your clit harder and thrusting his fingers up into your sweet spot with a faster speed that has you seeing stars.
All you can do is whimper and moan in ecstasy as you get closer and closer to the edge again.
You let out a loud gasp and a moan when you cum, your core clamping down on his fingers, squeezing him as he works you through your second high.
Your entire body is pulsating. There are no thoughts in your mind as you give yourself completely to the pleasure.
He works you through your high until you’re twitching, almost overstimulated by all the sensations overwhelming your body. Then, Seungcheol pulls away.
You open your eyes to watch him lick his fingers clean, releasing a small groan, then he heads over to where his hoodie is lying on the floor. He pulls out his wallet. “I brought a condom just in case,” he tells you shyly, rubbing the back of his neck as his skin blossoms with pink.
“Good idea,” you tell him, still trying to catch your breath.
You adjust on the bed, scooting back up so you can rest against the pillows.
Seungcheol slips off his sweatpants, and you have to swallow the drool that immediately fills your mouth at the sight of him.
He’s big.
Maybe the biggest you’ve ever seen up close like this, and suddenly, you’re thankful he’d worked you open with his fingers because how else would you fit a cock of his size inside of you after being celibate for months?
He rolls the condom onto his cock, and then he joins you in bed.
You’re struck by how shy he is as you pull him close, pressing your lips to his pink cheek. “I want this,” you assure him again.
“I do too,” he tells you, nuzzling his nose against your throat. “Let me know if it’s too big or I need to slow down or-”
“You’ll be fine,” you tell him, nibbling on his earlobe. “We’ll make it fit.”
He laughs a little at your comment, and to try to show him you truly mean it, you reach between your bodies to grab his cock. Your thumb and pointer finger can’t even touch with the girth of him, and you groan as you adjust his tip to your entrance.
Seungcheol lets out a shaky breath, looking down at where you’re gripping him, then back at you.
As he pushes his tip into your wet core, he presses his lips to yours, and you kiss him back desperately as he stretches you open, slowly working himself deeper and deeper and deeper.
You can’t help the whimpers that escape you, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as your body adjusts to accommodate him.
When he’s fully snug inside of you, you both break the kiss to take strangled breaths, and Seungcheol swallows thickly. “Ready?” he asks.
“Yeah.” You nod, trying to slow the racing of your heart, but it’s a pointless attempt because when he slowly starts to fuck you, your pulse surges even faster.
“Oh my God,” you whimper, throwing your head back, which gives Seungcheol more room to press his lips to your throat.
He fucks you languidly, still giving your body time to adjust to his motions while he does his best to relax you with kisses elsewhere.
Your toes are curling already, and you adjust slightly, lifting your thigh higher onto his hip for a better angle.
The tip of his cock hits a spot deep inside of you that makes you groan, and you thread your fingers in his hair, drawing his mouth back to your own.
His pace is slowly increasing, matching the desperate way your lips are locked. The room is filled with the sound of skin on skin, the noise of the rain and thunder outside, and the music of moans intermingling as you find pleasure in one another.
“Wait,” you tell him, as you feel another orgasm threatening to bubble in the pit of your stomach. “I want to be on top.”
There’s a moment where he looks shocked, but then he nods, allowing you to flip him over onto his back.
You press your hands against his broad chest to get an anchor, enjoying the view of him below you. Then you slowly ride him. It’s a shift in pace, but it feels so good to be on top, and when he presses his thumb to your clit, your entire core tightens around him.
You let out a deep moan, throwing your head back and bouncing faster.
“You’re so pretty like this,” Seungcheol groans, his other hand cupping your breast and teasing your nipple, making you whimper even louder.
Then, he begins to rut his hips, fucking up into you and making you gasp.
“Cheol,” you groan, knowing that an orgasm is now extremely close.
Seungcheol sits up abruptly, cupping the back of your head so he can press his lips to yours.
You grab onto his shoulders, anchoring yourself better as you bounce desperately on top of his cock, chasing the high that’s so close you can almost taste it.
A few seconds later, you cum with a loud gasp, throwing your head back as your walls threaten to suffocate his length, which is still buried completely inside of you as you sink to a fully seated position.
Seungcheol growls, pressing his lips to your throat, and as your walls clench around his cock, he jolts, signifying that he’s cumming too.
Part of you wishes he didn’t have to wear a condom, but he’s a firefighter, so you suppose safety is in his nature. And the flimsy piece of rubber clearly doesn’t take much away from his own orgasm if his sounds are anything to rely on.
God, his groans are music to your ears, making you whimper even louder, clutching his shoulders as the pleasure engulfs you both as if you’re one complete entity.
Your legs are shivering, and as your orgasm subsides, Seungcheol slumps back down against the bed, looking up at you.
You’re both trying to catch your breath, but you lean down, kissing him one more time before you collapse against his shoulder, nuzzling your nose along his neck.
A large, warm hand strokes your back, comforting you as you twitch with aftershocks of one of the most insanely passionate orgasms of your life.
You spend a few minutes just breathing together, holding onto each other, and basking in the warmth and afterglow of your highs.
“I know you’re not supposed to have dessert before breakfast, but I could get used to this,” Seungcheol says, cracking a smile to finally break the soft, comfortable silence.
“I could too,” you admit with a chuckle.
“I still want to take you somewhere nice for food, though,” he assures you. “I’m not one of those guys who gets laid then stops trying.”
“Trust me, I know that.” You shake your head at him, charmed by how soft and shy and awkward he can be sometimes.
Seungcheol presses a kiss to your lips. “Maybe we could shower together first?” he suggests. “You know, proper aftercare and everything.”
Your heart melts for him, and you nod. “I’d love that.”
“Is it weird for me to say I’m excited about all of this?” he asks, his chest flushing that rosy pink colour that’s starting to become a signature of his. “I mean… you’re kind of my dream girl.”
“Cheol…”
“I mean it,” he says. “I just… I think this could really work.”
“I think so too.”
“And after breakfast, I want to go to a store and get more treats and toys for Brontë, since she’s the matchmaker behind all of this.”
You laugh, shaking your head at him. “Has anyone ever told you that for a big, burly firefighter, you’re kind of adorable?”
“Don’t tell my coworkers,” he teases.
You melt at his words, a happiness unlike any other overtaking you. As the storm continues outside, you and Seungcheol shower together, basking in the warmth and promise of this new relationship, and for the first time in a long time, you’re excited about what the future may bring.
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cw/ tw. Unprotected sex, shower sex, oral, pussy eating, blow job, multiple reader orgasms, reader overstimulation, praise, dirty talk, use of sex toy, vibrator, multiple sex positions, fingering, munch/pleasure kink!cheol, big dick! Seungcheol, etc… I petnames. (hers) princess.
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🌙 starring. Seungcheol x afab!Reader
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Springtime has so many new wonders now that you’re in a relationship.
You’ve always kind of morbidly enjoyed the death, decay and antisocial vibes of Autumn, but with Seungcheol, Spring is starting to signify new hope and joy.
He’s the king of cheesy dates, taking you to flower farms, on picnics, to the minigolf spot, and out for farmers market walks. Seungcheol has also taken to getting you lavender and other beautifully scented plants, and your apartment has truly never smelled so nice.
After months of discussion and relationship growth, the two of you are taking a new step.
Seungcheol is moving in with you.
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Summary: making seungcheol jealous might not be a good idea (it's a great idea).
Contains: dom! seungcheol x subfem!reader, possessive Cheol, unprotected sex, degradation (heavy) , choking (by hand, by biceps), headlock, dirty talk, reader is simp for Cheol.lil fluffy in the end
Word count: 3 k
A/N: don't you sometimes just want headlocks from Cheol :3
Minors don't interact.
Seungcheol has a big heart, he's someone who would happily give up the bigger portion his favourite food without any lingering bitterness in his heart.he lets his friends borrow his high-end clothes and shoes without expecting them to return it. he's someone who doesn't mind sharing and loves he can be helpful and wanted, needed by the people he loves.
He kinda gets a confidence boost realising what he has is desired by people around him , the ownership remains with him despite the possession being with someone else, whether it be his clothes, shoes, watches, pcs or even his past girlfriends.
However with you, seungcheol can't even let the thought of his friends hugging you in a friendly way pass in his mind without feeling like someone has shoved a knife in his throat and is twisting it .
You are untouchable for him, someone who can't be tainted by the gaze of others , even thinking about you should be privilege for them —he thinks.
Seungcheol knows how hot you are and he also sympathizes with random average guys who can never bag a beauty like you in their cursed lifetime but you are his and only his .
He hides this part of himself, the side of him which is overly possesive over you and which gets nauseous thinking about you just talking with other guys. He doesn't want to scare you off with that toxic trait and make you feel trapped. The last thing he wants is to make his little baby sad and uncomfortable because of his own insecurity.
On the other hand you were frustrated and angry and in pain cause' seungcheol was holding himself back from absolutely breaking the spines of your guy friends whose eyes lingered a little too long on your form and acted all fine and nonchalant when his friends gave you hugs and teased you with flirty remarks.
Occasionally, once in a blue moon, you were able to capture the dark glint and anger in his eyes but it disappeared as soon as it formed.
In bed when he's balls deep inside you his idgaf attitude crumbles and he fucks you so hard like he's trying to ingrave the shape of his cock inside your pussy and hit you with the realisation that no one can fuck you better than him, no one can make you feel so good that you can't even form coherent words and cry helplessly without knowing whether you want him to stop or choke you to the point of passing out.
Still in those moments he doesn't admit he's jealous and wants to hide you from the world, keeping you locked in his bedroom forever. Oh how tempting that idea sounds. You want cheol to break Fully, let his possessive side out and make him claim you, you want him in ways you can't explain without sounding insane.
you will do whatever in your power to break seungcheol's cool guy act even if it's a little scandalous.
"your biceps are so big ,I never really noticed just how big they actually are, mingyu!!"
you squeaked ,oogling at mingyu's biceps, mingyu smirked, blatant cockiness clear on his features but Seungcheol visibly tensed beside you a little, taken aback by your sudden interest in mingyu or particularly in his biceps . seungcheol thinks his ones are probably much bigger and better.
"oh, really? Wanna feel erm' angel?" Mingyu asked extending his bicep to your face and flexing it you won't lie they looked absolutely delicious and you want to bite that muscular flesh but you want to make seungcheol jealous not play with his confidence so you just resorted to touching and squeezing the muscle softly and letting out a excited sound mimicking a child.
"damn, it's really just soo hard and big~~"
air in the room shifted at your comment, the underlying meaning being understood by everyone and their reactions being exactly what you wished for .
You looked at seungcheol while your hand still remained on mingyu's bicep and the look he gave you almost made you get on your knees and beg for his forgiveness. He was glaring at you. Note that he never glared at anyone and the anger in his eyes made you drop your hand right then and there.
"I guess she had too many drinks tonight let me take her home" seungcheol announced, the friend group knew you didn't even have a sip of alcohol and were fully conscious playing games . However mingyu quite didn't like the fact seungcheol was tearing you off of him so soon, he actually grew quite fond of your attention.
"she doesn't drink why you are lying to us?" Mingyu smirked before continuing "your ego so brittle that you can't handle your girl praising your friend?"
Now, you want to slap mingyu cause' he was adding fuel to the fire you ignited yourself, you wanted cheol a lil bit in a sour mood a lil bit angry not what you are currently dealing with; him eyeing you like you're his prey and tightly gripping your wrist as he dragged you out of party ,not giving his friends one single glance.
You already love this.
The whole ride back to home was silent and uneventful, he didn't even looked at you nor his hand was resting on top of your thigh,so you thought he won't even talk to you let alone touch you .
As soon as you entered your shared apartment seungcheol pinned you against the nearest wall, his hand pulling your hair and tugging your head backwards,studying your face intensely . here he is; pure uncontrolled anger in his eyes mixed with endless lust.
Seungcheol ran his tongue over your lips not kissing you just wetting them then suddenly he bite your lower lip harshly drawing out a little blood," you keep acting like a slut maybe it's just the time I treat you like one"
"I -i was just trying to be friendly" you whined licking up your lips, tasting faint mixture of blood, your cherry lip gloss and whiskey from seungcheol's spit(yum),. your words only earned a scoff from him.
"whoring yourself out to my friends isn't called being friendly sweetheart" seungcheol chides, the sweet nickname sounding nothing close to sweet. technically you weren't really whoring yourself but the way seungcheol said it with so much malice made your core quiver in anticipation.
His mouth moved down to your neck, inhaling your scent before sucking onto your sensitive neck harshly as he strangled your neck putting quick and intense pressure on your windpipe making you cough,being unable to breathe you tried pulling seungcheol's hand off your neck but he didn't even budged a bit.
Your useless attempt to get him off you sending blood rushing down his cock.
You felt your vision blacking out before seungcheol released you, he detached his mouth off you before giving one last stinging and painful bite.you swear he was a vampire in his past life. You sucked air in relief, your surroundings blurry, only thing you could focus on was on breathing and drinking up the image of your boyfriend being all hot and bothered infront of you. You won't have complained even if he made you pass out, infact you would have thanked him.
"does this turn you on?hm? let's see" Seungcheol asked, bunching your dress up by one hand while another pressed hard against your clothed pussy cupping it savagely and you moaned. the touch being so intense for you as you were desperate and sensitive since evening.you wore your favorite lingerie which was pure lace, it did terrible job at hiding your overflowing arousal.
Seungcheol fingered you through your panties pumping them vaguely just wanting to make a mess, precum gushing out and smearing on his whole hand "as expected, dripping like a broken brain dead cum dump"
His crude words travelled straight to your pussy, making it clench against his fingers which barely entered inside.
"Cheol—" whatever you were about to say died down in your throat as he as he pulled your panties upwards, the material rubbing between your pussy lips roughly, you cried out feeling the sharp pain mixed with pleasure.
"you crying? I haven't even done anything yet baby" fake sympathy was dripped off from his voice as he cooed at you, pushing your panties to the side before dipping two fingers inside you, pushing them as deep as they can go as his thumb played with your clit. You were so sensitive and his touch was so unforgiving, the coil inside your stomach tightened, mind hazy with pleasure.
before you could reach your high, seungcheol withdraw his fingers from your cunt and grabbed your jaw in an unforgiving grip, pushing his fingers inside your mouth, making you taste yourself as he toyed with your tongue, flattening it down. Your spit was dripping down your chin uncontrollably, you felt disgusted but it was was heavenly sight for him.
"pathetic" seungcheol mumbled to himself before removing his fingers from your mouth and wipping them down your dress. He started walking towards your bedroom while you just stayed glued to your place waiting for his next command.
"follow me" seungcheol demanded with full blatant authority you started walking, following him before he hissed and turned towards you"crawl baby, crawl like a fucking dog"
You contemplated for one solid second before getting down on your knees and hand, crawling towards him. utter humiliation and shame spreading in your veins but pussy clenching and dripping around nothing but air,feeling so turned on and drunk on him, his commands, his gaze. Your boobs hung down and bounced as you kept crawling. You looked so hot and ruined and seungcheol was only planning to ruin you more and more.
Your face was squished in bedsheets ,ass in the air and drooling helplessly like a dog being pounded by Seungcheol from behind without ounce of care, like you were nothing but a fucktoy. The way he was manhandling you so effortlessly made your mind all mushy. he could easily break you if he wanted to and that fact makes you whimper helplessly.
"look at you drooling and howling like a bitch ,you wish Mingyu was the one fucking your tight cunt right?"
Seungcheol grunted, giving you a particularly sharp thrust as the memory of you squishing Mingyu's muscles clouded his mind, how could you flirt with other guy and the other guy being his bestfriend?, he thought he was probably not fucking you enough.
don't wa-nt anyone else —want you cheol" you whined in between your moans but your statement only fueled his anger, he grabbed the soft flesh of your ass roughly, nails piercing the skin, "darling, shut the fuck up" he spanked you hard , your other cheek getting the same treatment. pussy gushing uncontrollably getting high off the pain.
Suddenly, seungcheol slowed down his thrusts, an idea, a thought maybe sparking up in his head. He looked at your frame, hair sticking to forehead, eye makeup completely ruined, lipstick smeared and barely visible cause' he made you choke on his cock while pinching your nose making you drool like a broken water faucet. now he was about to choke you again but in some intresting way .
Seungcheol pulled your body closer to him, being able to manhandle you easily because of his sheer strength. He wrapped on of his arm around your neck, slowly tightening it around your neck and when the realisation hit you , you were unable to breathe, lungs panicking in fear as seungcheol's bicep strangled your neck.
"Seungcheol—" you choked, little hands flying to his bicep in useless attempt of making him loosen his arm. nails digging sharply, making him hiss.
"Feel it baby, are they smaller than mingyu's?" Seungcheol asked rhetorically as he resumed to plunging his cock deeper inside your pussy, he could feel you clenching so hard, warm walls hugging his cock perfectly.
You were feeling like being on cloud nine, experiencing heaven, as seungcheol's thick bicep made you lose your sanity, his delicious scent hitting your nose and his arm felt like it was meant to be there, he flexed it so hard that you were able to feel each muscle, even a thick vein. Breathing wasn't necessary,you could die like this as your lifelong dream of being headlocked by Seungcheol was finally fulfilled and it better than you ever imagined while his cock head was literally kissing your cervix . Never once in your life you experienced such a euphoric feeling .
"can't breathe?" Seungcheol asked, clearly mocking you as he saw how your eyes were literally at back of your skull, he loosened his grip a little bit not wanting to make you pass out but you whined , your high pitched voice ringing in his ears."please Cheol, keep choking me"
God , you were actually deranged seungcheol thought, how could you be such an insane masochist who prioritizes headlock over breathing. He felt such a visceral desire to ruin you further, his cock threatening to blow his load in you any moment.
"never dimmed you to be such a braindead painslut " Seungcheol grunted, his thrust getting sloppy as he tightened his hold around your neck again and you felt alive again ironically. Your stomach churn uncomfortably, feeling your orgasm approaching soon but you were too gone to ask for his permission or form any sensible words. all you could focus on being ravaged by seungcheol.
"you are close right? have you forgotten your manners to beg before cumming, doll?" Seungcheol asked, as his other hand travelled down to your clit, pinching the swelled up pearl roughly and it was enough for you to let go of yourself right then and there, all thoughts flying out of your brain as you squirted around seungcheol. Your juices dripping on the mattress, on his thighs. Fucking everywhere. incoherent words and moans leaving your mouth as you reached your high
"fucking messy baby" seungcheol cooed, loving the way you looked so gone and dumb. So beautiful and all his. He gave you one last thrust before emptying his balls inside your pussy, warm cum making home inside your walls. It was the best feeling in the world, being filled up by seungcheol's thick ropes of cum.
You felt so full as seungcheol kept plunging his cum deep inside you with soft thrusts. You kept moaning and whimpering, feeling like being teleported into another dimension. Seungcheol released your neck, layed you on mattress with care like he didn't rearranged your guts. He removed his cock from your walls, his and your cum dripping out of you uncontrollably, beautifully. He stopped himself from shoving it back inside your pussy as he knew you were a little too sensitive.
He layed beside you, hugging your frame tightly, as he patted your head gently and kissed your forehead. You felt like you jelly, being kissed and held by Seungcheol after such an intense sex was exactly what you needed, reminder that behind all that animalistic desire and actions is soft unimaginable love .
"are you still angry on me?" you asked after few minutes, looking into Seungcheol's eyes and seeing no ounce of anger that you previously witnessed, just filthy admiration.
Seungcheol sighed" I wasn't angry love, just jealous, very jealous, I honestly don't like you giving other guys attention,—its just —i feel like killing them when they look at you— i know you only love me but—"
You cut off seungcheol by giving him a quick peck on his lips, he stared at you dumbly.
"you are being so hot right now, Cheol" you beamed increasing Seungcheol's confusion even more .
"what? you don't think it's toxic?" Seungcheol asked furrowing his eyebrows.
"I pulled today's stunt just to make you admit it aloud love, I am not as timid as you think, I want you to fuck your anger and jealousy in me, be possesive over me do all sorts of things with me, use me as you please " you whispered the last part, holding back a moan. Seungcheol's eyes again darkened with desire as he hissed, a cocky smirk adorning his face.
"Careful babydoll, you're making me hard again"
A/N: Sooo Yeahh.. Yeahh, please like and reblog if you like it.
Warnings: deep throating, heavy face fucking, asphyxiation, cum<3, seungcheol having monstrous cock, slight degradation, blocking airflow completely.reader is exactly where she's supposed to be (it's me I am the reader)
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There was something so humiliating about having Seungcheol use your mouth like it's just some useless fleshlight and more humiliating is the fact that you can cum intensely just by having his cock bruise your windpipe with every sharp,insensitive and desperate thrust.
Face fucking sessions with him rarely have you on your knees, no that's not what seungcheol prefers most of time, even though he loves how stupid you get in that position but it's not about power dynamics.
It's just about reaching deep in your throat and rinsing the corners with his cum and that's why he has you lying on the comfort of your bed while he strangles your neck with his thighs, and that's the most perfect and beautiful version of you for him. You looking up at him with desperation while he coats your face with his precum. Once you tried sucking him while he was rubbing his tip on your lips and you were punished with a stinging slap never once since you tried acting on your own. Always wait for his permission.
Your senses usually weaken during face fucking sessions, your eyes filled with tears and sometimes stinging with Seungcheol's and your own spit, it's animalistic ferocity how much it gets you off. You can't even decipher half of the things he grunts out but his "my messy little bitch" is something that is never left unheard. Your brain usually shuts itself off, it has no thoughts ,no identity just hazy knowing that you're nothing but just a warm wet hole for your boyfriend to dump his cum in.
" eyes up on the camera baby, don't fucking stare at my balls I know you're a slut for sucking them off too" Seungcheol commands, his voice trembling slightly. He's recording this.again. you look up into the camera's lens even though you can't see shit through your teary gaze. Your jaw is aching so much, he's just so big and huge. To think that his monster cock has been inside you just a couple of minutes ago is actually unbelievable, maybe that's why your pussy feels so empty and gaping, clenching around nothing but the cum he painted your walls in, it's getting cold, sticky and empty. Your pussy is drooling for him as much as your greedy mouth who's being stretched open by him.
"I bet your cunt is getting off to this" seungcheol says with a particularly deep thrust and you gag and sputter so loud, your whole body shudders with pleasure. He's so fucking right, you were indeed getting off to this, more than he could. Your eyes roll back mindlessly as more spit drips down from the corner of your lips. Your hips uselessly buck up, searching for non existing friction.
His movements suddenly come to a halt, cock resting in comfort of your throat. a wicked thought erupts his mind"wanna try how long you could last this time?"
He says,as his index finger and thumb lingers on top of your nose. You know where it's going and it's starting to make you feel borderline feral. You nod your head as desperately as you could and seungcheol smiles like you're the most adorable thing in the world, like he isn't going to fuck your throat while pinching your nose to block your airflow completely.
Last time you lasted for a whole 15 seconds , this time you hope you could make it past 20.
Synopsis: In which Jeonghan's obsession with you knew no limits.
Contains: Fashion designer jeonghan x fem! Model reader, revenge au, reader is trapped in a contractual relationship with her boyfriend Renjun, unspecified age gap, confessions ,mentions of media backlash, Jeonghan being green flag in unconventional ways, unprotected sex, oral fem receiving, lovemaking.
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Yoon Jeonghan had a strange obsession with broken, shattered and ruined art. He loved repairing and mending shit,whether it be discarded incomplete designs or a model like you who hits rock bottom every two months.
For Jeonghan, you were a masterpiece, ripped at the seams still possessing an everlasting beauty that can never be compared to anyone. It physically hurts him to see you wasting your potential, your golden years over a mediocre asshole who looks like a failed science experiment in his eyes. You should have been walking internationally on red carpets but were stuck with your stupid boyfriend who would never go big himself nor would let you.
Jeonghan was no fool, he wasn't like the stupid netizens and other designers who thought you were a dumb air headed good for nothing model who was leaching off her boyfriend —Renjun ; the designer who has some of most eye soaring designs in his collection, even middle schoolers can design better clothes than Renjun.
The mediocrity of Renjun's designs were covered by his knight in shining armour persona he played by acting like a green flag boyfriend who wants nothing but success for his beautiful girlfriend.
Everytime some plagiarism news hits the market coincidentally a footage of you leaving the bar heavily drunk gets viral too and the empty headed netizens start giving Renjun sympathy like he's not the one who makes you get under the bus and distract the public from his shit.
Jeonghan know it's none of his business and he should not give two fucks about complicated situation you have put yourself in but he couldn't help himself, you were too good to live like this, you didn't deserve any hate you were getting.
You were too good to be breaking yourself everyday just 'cause' your loser boyfriend can't think of a better strategy for his weak fashion game.
Jeonghan first saw you a year ago at Seoul fashion week,a year since Jeonghan realised love at first sight isn't a myth. That time you were working as an intern under umbrella— Renjun's company. You looked so vibrant, so full of life, your eyes were shining as you stared at the runaway models from backstage, Jeonghan kept observing and admiring you throughout the show, he wasn't even interested in seeing his own creations being loved ,all that he could see was your passion, yearning and happiness as you noted God knows what shit on your writing pad.
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Jeonghan was getting a sense of deja vú, he's again at the same that same place he was where he saw you for the first time, but this time everything was different. You were no longer the same person he saw then. Your eyes were devoid of any emotions, cold and empty staring at the space while your hand intervened with Renjun's. He indeed sucked the life out of you.
Jeonghan sat right opposite of you, his eyes sending daggers to Renjun's way while he looked at you like you were the most sacred entity to ever exist. Jeonghan kept replaying the first and last conversation he had with you.
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“You have really shitty handwriting”
Jeonghan comments from the back, acting like he was peeping into your writing pad but he was actually trying to absorb your features inside his head. You wore a simple black cardigan which was adorned with little stars all over it, your hair was secured in claw clip and you wore the faintest make-up , despite being surrounded by so much beauty constantly throughout his life, you were the prettiest person he ever laid his eyes on .the moment your eyes met with Jeonghan, he knew he was lost inside them .
You tilted your head to see who to hell decided to distract you with their two cents criticism but ohh.. it was Yoon Jeonghan “I hear that often” you managed to speak without stuttering which was a grand victory for you, your heart was pounding like drum, you just talked to YOON JEONGHAN THE YOON JEONGHAN, the best designer of whole country and even at international level he was regarded as best. So what if he thinks your handwriting is shitty you don't care about that,you have always admired him and his pieces so much, fantasising about wearing them someday.
also he was breathtakingly gorgeous.
Seeing him so close to you made you dizzy from excitement, his simple white suit made him look like a prince, his long hair falling down to his perfectly, he was perfect and he was looking at you. You felt your cheeks getting warmer as Jeonghan continued looking at you.
“You should be up there not taking up useless notes” Jeonghan said, the intensity of his gaze making you dizzy and the compliment, Jeonghan complimented you?
“Umm Wh-what so you mean?”
“Have you ever looked in the mirror? You're gorgeous, do modelling gigs, auditions anything,agencies would die to have you, I saw the desire in your eyes, anyone with pairs of eyes could, you are wasting your potential being here”
Jeonghan felt his body easing up as he vomited his thoughts which he has been surpassing for the past couple of hours, his heart tucked painfully when he saw a sad smile adorning your face.
“Only you think like that Mr. Yoon, I had given countless attempts but each agency gives me nothing but a new insecurity, they find something wrong with my face or my body one way or another I had given up long time ago, now being at a place where I could be closer to my dream is more than enough”
You sounded tired,like you gave up on your dream ages ago and are content with whatever you have been doing now. Jeonghan was infuriated, how can such a precious thing like you could carry so much, from head to toe you were perfect and not only you possess physical beauty but your heart was beautiful too, he just knew it's impossible to know a person in few hours but there was no envy in your eyes as you saw others living your dream there was no malice just pure admiration.
“Would you like to model for Serenity?” Jeonghan asked cautiously. Your eyes light upon hearing his offer.
“Fuck– I mean sorry yes” you affirmed a wide smile adorning your face giving Jeonghan a glimpse of heaven.
“Here, take my card” Jeonghan pulled out his card from his wallet, and gestured you to take it, you took it from his hold and your fingertips brushed against his timidly both of you controlled yourself from moaning helplessly from the touch.
“Jeonghan!!” someone shouted from afar and Jeonghan cursed under his breath, the perfect moment shattering so shortly, he searched for the owner of the voice and it was Kim Mingyu;his best friend .
“I will be waiting for your call” Jeonghan said, admiring you for one last time.
What you both didn't realise was there was Renjun observing you both . He hated Jeonghan from the bottom of his heart and saw him showing interest in a woman for the first time in his life, there was no way he would have let Jeonghan have what he wanted.
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That was thirteen months ago and he never got your call nor email, he kept waiting and waiting, he got so immersed with work that he didn't have time to search for you and contact you himself but after three months of that meeting, he saw your face pasted on every article with same headline which made him rip his skin out.
“Designer Renjun's younger girlfriend exposed, he says she's planning on making her runaway debut soon”
Since that headline your picture has been on every unpleasant headline, your trash boyfriend and media gave you no break and kept tearing you apart. Jeonghan kept cursing himself for not being able to contact you that night, if he didn't leave you that night would things have been different?
Even after your relationship announcement, Jeonghan tried contacting you personally so many times, begging you be muse for him — his brand but you politely declined every offer saying contract is exclusively limited to umbrella only,he once argued with you for whole 10 minutes before you blocked his number and posted a pic on Instagram while wearing the same cardigan which you wore the night you met Jeonghan, caption reading —
Everything would have been different.
Of course, you would have achieved your dream, you won't be used as a pawn for cheap PR tactics, you would have been happier and you would have been sitting next to Jeonghan and not beside that human embodiment of trash.
You felt Jeonghan’s burning gaze on you since the moment he entered, you kept shifting uncomfortably next to Renjun, who kept tsking everytime you moved but you gave two fucks about him and his displeasure. The way Jeonghan was looking at you made you feel nervous, anxious and horny. He wore a black suit and a loose tie which you believe you could untie in seconds and it would have been looked better around your wrists—
You broke your chain of thoughts, get a grip you kept telling yourself but it was useless, you wanted to cry, scream and punch Renjun across his face for being a wolf in sheep’s clothing. You remembered how he acted like an absolute gentleman to have you fall in love with him , how he promised he will make you happy and never let anyone make you cry fucking ironic.
You didn't realise back then that he was looking for a way to have revenge on Jeonghan also he wanted the public to stop clutching their pearls because of him every next day, he was handsome and ‘being a handsome and green flag boyfriend gives you a free pass to being an absolute loser in your job’ his pr manager probably.
The first time Renjun asked you to cover his plagiarism Scandal for him with tears and snort running his face you did it absentmindedly without further questions afterall you were lovestruck. By the time you realised Renjun didn't love you it was already a little too late and your reputation was in trenches. You were stuck in hell and no matter what you did , the public hated you.
The only person who was interested in making you get out of this hell was Jeonghan but you can barely trust him after all you already made a fool of yourself once by trusting the devil himself once.
“Let's go, the show’s over” Renjun’s unpleasant voice brought you out of your thoughts, your gaze once again felt on Jeonghan , his jaw clenched in anger, you almost shivered as your eyes met, you were sure if you stay in same room as him you will lose your damn mind.
So you followed Renjun to the after party reluctantly, having absolutely no fucking interest in playing the bitchy girlfriend.
There were so many people in the room , all draped with luxury and wealth that could buy nine generations of family food everyday, their gaze was judgemental , sneaky but it was bearable, it wasn't as bad as Jeonghan’s gaze . Because Jeonghan gave you hope, hope that you could live a better life, hope was a dangerous thing.
Renjun was talking to an old man, their conversations as boring as chess, your heels were painful and the skimpy dress you wore unwilling offcourse makes you fear about potential wardrobe malfunction . You needed to fix it and it was the best excuse to get yourself out of this conversation.
“Excuse me, I need to use the restroom” you said as you untangled your arm from Renjun, the skinship making you sick to your stomach. Renjun nodded his head and kissed your forehead lovingly, his gentleman act making you sick to your stomach.
You made your way to the restroom when suddenly you felt a heavy presence behind you, a familiar scent from.how could you forget it ?it's engraved in your memory forever.
“Room 203”
A quick whisper and he was gone, you stayed frozen in your place, heart thumping as his scent still lingered in the air and his sultry voice ringing in your ears. A part of you told you to ignore his request? Command? Or whatever it was and just keep walking to your destination but the other part said follow him.
Curiosity fogged up your sense of judgment and you made your way to room 203 , what was there to lose anyways. Plus no one could catch you there. It was the opposite side of the current venue and even if anyone did what reputation do you even have to save?
Anxiously you unlocked the door and stepped inside, the inside of room was grand, and at the middle there was a large bed and there sat Jeonghan like a fucking king; there was no doubt that he wasn't one. He eyed you from head to toe as he bites his lips smirking to himself.
“I didn't actually think you would come,Y/N” Jeonghan said as he got up from bed and started making his way towards you. You felt your breath hitching and steps automatically going backwards as he inched closer to you.
“So, should I go?” You asked, your voice laced up with challenge.
“No darling, it's just surprising the woman who blocked me so heartlessly listened to me and is with me, alone in a bedroom”
You don't think Jeonghan was this cocky but God you loved it, whispering word bedroom so scandalously. Your back hit the door and Jeonghan was just inches away from you, the distance so less yet so much.
“What do you want?” You asked, trying to sound confident but failing miserably. Jeonghan leaned forward, his hand resting on your shoulder while his breath hit your ear, sending shivers down your spin.
“You, I want you, can't you see it?” Jeonghan whispered softly, you felt your body being engulfed with fire, the straightforwardness was so hot and you yourself wanted Jeonghan, you wanted him for so long, you were clutching on to that single physical interaction you had with him since so long your self restraint was crumbling miserably but you can't give in to the temptation especially when you have a wholeass ‘boyfriend’ to go back to.
“I have a boyfriend” you said, pushing Jeonghan softly by his shoulder but he refused to budge, he let out a sarcastic laugh, carrying barely any humour. He could clearly see the desire you have for him in your eyes, you just need a little push to lose control and come undone under him.
“Baby, sorry to break it to you but that's not a boyfriend, that's an expired yogurt you are forcing yourself to consume. What kind of boyfriend uses his girlfriend as a shield for his dirty laundry and how many times have you caught him cheating on you,huh?”
his other hand went down snaking around your waist and pulling you closer to him leaving no space between you two. He continued “ Y/N, if you were mine I would have personally ripped off every tongue that raised against you not be the one to hand you script to act upon, I would have protected you even if you're wrong, you could tell me you killed someone and I would have been the one to bury that rotten flesh. I would worship you, cherish you, love you every second minute, every day for eternity and the last thing I would do is to force you to wear such cheap dress in which you don't even feel comfortable in”
The crack in Jeonghan's voice was enough proof for you to know everything he said was genuine despite meeting you only once he felt something so strong for you that even words couldn't describe unlike Renjun who kept deceiving since the start, who could never feel anything remotely close to what Jeonghan feels for you.
“That night, when we first met that's when Renjun approached me for the first time, he told me you were a creep who enjoyed preying on the weak girls like me,you give them opportunity then exploit them,he told me you would have use and throw me, he deceived me— he fooled me, I wanted you ever since ,even if you would have exploited me I would have been fine by that cause' I wanted you so much but but— that asshole —”
you broke down in tears, the overwhelming sadness and helplessness you have been feeling for past few months getting the best of you, if only you made better choice back then, you won't have ever gone through so much, your career would have soared up, your reputation never in trenches and most important thing you would have been loved by the person whom you desire the most.
Jeonghan simply hugged you, patting your head softly and letting you cry in his embrace, he felt his heart was being ripped apart seeing bane of his existence breaking down was unbearably painful for him, he imagined you like this , crying your heart out alone while the media tore you apart, he knew how broken you were but nevertheless it hurted more and more.
“Ssshh, it's okay sweetheart I am here, everything's gonna be okay, hmm”
“ I still have to go back to him” You hiccuped.
“You don't have to sweetheart, he's going to jail.” Jeonghan said, wiping your tears with a soft smile on his face but his eyes carried some dark glint, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, he decided to explain further.
“Darling, do you really think I was so useless?it took me so long to claim you cause' I was plotting not only Renjun's but whole Umbrella's downfall , that asshole won't be having a second of peace from now on”
Yoon Jeonghan wasn't called the master manipulator for no reason you realised that now why the minute his competitors decide to get sneaky they hit rock bottom and that was only business, he stored great surprises for Renjun, he's going to give him double the pain he had caused you, he's plotting non-stop since months for the shit that's going to go down today, working on designs during the day and on his meticulously crafted revenge plan during the night.
he was just unsure about one factor; you, he didn't know back then whether you would have liked him back or not, the probability of you reciprocating his feelings was negative according to him but he still took his chance, baring his heart to you and in the end he got you. His love, his obsession, his muse.
“What do you mean? I don't—” Jeonghan cut you off by placing his index finger on your lips and kissing you on your forehead.
“You don't have to think about it, just stay with me” Jeonghan murmured as he eyed your lips, his hand cupping both of your cheeks as he leaned in.
“Can I?” He whispered softly, being the gentleman he is. You felt butterflies exploding in your stomach, finally the lips you have been fantasizing kissing are about to kiss you.
“Fuck, yes” you exclaimed, eyes lightining up with happiness.You felt Jeonghan's soft, plump lips against yours and that is the closest to heaven you could ever be, you felt like Jeonghan was pouring his passion through the kiss, his mouth tastes like whisky and strawberries; a flavour you will remember for the rest of your life. The kiss wasn't soft by any means, he was hungrily lapping your mouth like his life depended on it, his tongue exploring depths and every corner of your mouth. Jeonghan bit your lower lip, drawing out blood, the delicious metallic taste making him let out a gasp, he was drunk; drunk on you.
“I really really want to fuck you right now” Jeonghan whispered, breaking the kiss and sucking on your sensitive neck, his words making you clench your thighs in desperation.
“Then Fuck me Jeonghan please”
“Do you really think I am gonna make you mine for the first time on this cheap bed?”
Cheap he says but the bed he's referring to is in the country's top rated hotels. You wanted to argue but your heart skipped a beat at his high standards.you cupped Jeonghan's face, gazing at him lovingly before kissing him once again, this time both of you couldn't control the grin that made its way on your lips.
Jeonghan's phone rang loudly breaking the sweet moment, Jeonghan hissed out in frustration before pulling out his phone and answering the call, his another still securing your waist.
“It's happening?”
“You called the media?”
“goodjob”
Jeonghan hung up, a dark evil smirk dancing on your face, you can't help but feel incredibly turned on by the look on his face, he looked so devious, so powerful, you just wanted him to ruin you completely.
“Let's go back darling , your sweet ex is going to have a blast”
“You're so dramatic, plotting so much for stealing someone's girlfriend”
“It's not about someone's girlfriend, it's about you and I will never be normal about anything that concerns you "
Have you mentioned the fact that your panties are drenched?
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You and Jeonghan decidedYou and Jeonghan decided to go separate ways. Being downstairs together when your soon to be ex boyfriend was the main character would put an obvious spotlight on you too. You being photographed together with Jeonghan might end up being a more bigger headline than Renjun being put behind the bars.
“That's fucking bullshit office, there's no way you believe this fake papers and dared to try arresting me in a private event in which you are not allowed to step foot in”
Renjun’s scream hits your ears like sound from broken speakers. You can't believe yourself that he's denying that he's trying to act all innocent when everyone in room knows how authentic the papers and proofs really are, after all every single person in the room is involved in money laundering in some way or another.
Also, you are suppressing a grin that's trying so hard to make its way on your face. You feel so fucking happy. You often imagined taking revenge but this was way more better and satisfying than you expected to be. You looked at jeonghan who was far away from you in the opposite direction and found his eyes already boring you. He mouthed Rest in peace Renjun with a sad smile clutching his heart like he's actually saddened.
Jeonghan told you to strike the iron while it's hot back in room but you didn't feel like doing anything. You didn't want any unnecessary media attention and you knew if you flipped off calling out Renjun on his shit the media will again portray you like the stupid girlfriend persona Renjun has painted off you.
So you did what you were best at. Crying. You held your mouth in disbelief, remembering every traumatic event in your life to have tears gathering in your water line and started crying hysterically like your boyfriend was getting stabbed and not just getting dragged behind the bars.
From your peripheral vision you see Jeonghan coughing as he tries hiding his laugh.
Everything went according to Jeonghan’s plan.
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Jeonghan was truly a mastermind . A few weeks ago Renjun's whole life shattered, his career, his reputation, his money; he was stripped of everything. The plagiarism claims, mistreatment of employees, illegal drug use and the disgusting PR campaign against you, all the news hit all at once giving neither him nor his agency time to react, Jeonghan being the world's most creative shit added few crimes on his own for the spice.
Netizens opinions shifted in a blink of eye, the same keyboard warriors who were tearing you apart started sympathising with you, videos of Renjun controlling your behaviour in public blew up and you were recognised for your powerful walk and not just being a side piece of a designer. Everything finally fell back to its place.
You have disappeared from the public eye since then, no one knows where you are or the fact you are even alive or not .Conspiracy theories surrounding you are blowing up, reporters are working overtime asking your families, friends or anyone who was close to you about your whereabouts .
They don't know you are having the best time of your life, playing hide and seek from the world and dancing with your lover to your all time favourite songs, the wine in your hand staining his satin shirt, kissing him like you're consuming his soul, his warmth, there's some old Hollywood movie playing which you both stopped paying attention to since an hour.
Jeonghan's penthouse strangely resembles your childhood dream home. A grandeur balcony from where the whole city life is visible and people seem merely tiny dots. The soft night lights illuminating his face and you swear he's an Angel sent to this earth just to love you.
This is cosmic love.
“Thirsty” Jeonghan mumbled softly, eyeing the wine glass in your hand. You took a sip of wine eyeing him lazily and then pressing your lips against his passing the wine in his mouth, Jeonghan felt his cheeks heating up at your sensual gesture, he swore the wine you spit in his mouth is portion to immortality.
“You're so breathtaking, I am the luckiest man alive” Jeonghan sighs dreamily, resting his head on your shoulder inhaling your scent, from the past few weeks Jeonghan ditched work completely, choosing to spend all his time by your side and for the first time in his life he's glad to be alive, for the first time he feels life isn't just about working aimlessly, for the first time in his life he wasn't simply designing clothes he was designing his home.
“You're not so bad yourself, handsome boy” you said letting out an airy laugh.
“Boy huh? Care to remind me of our age gap?” Jeonghan snickers his hand reaching your waist underneath your shirt and pinching the soft flesh softly, you yelped, smacking his shoulder.
“old fashioned grandpa”
“I would prefer daddy instead”
“Jeonghan!”
“ Oh I know you like screaming my name love”
And that's how you end up tangled with Jeonghan on his bed, your both hormones were on fire, fucking on every surface, every corner and if it was humanly possible you both would have fucked every second too. Even harmless flirting was enough for your pussy to scream his name and Jeonghan was no better, you give him bedroom eyes playfully and he's already on his knees begging for your taste.
Jeonghan was addicted to your cunt, if he doesn't eat you out he feels like dying, having his tongue deep inside your walls, his focus isn't even your pleasure it's simply about him satisfying his own gluttonous desire.
“Jeonghan to—too much—” you whimpered, pulling his luscious locks tightly, you feel lightheaded aftermath of cumming two times already and he's drawing a third one out of you, you wonder how the hell it was possible for him to ignore his rock hard cock and focus on your sole pleasure alone.
“Just one more baby” he kisses your clit softly “you can do it for me right baby”
Who are you to ignore his honey laced cotton candy voice, you whimper a yes, and Jeonghan continued his sweet torture on your pussy, nibbling on the outer lips occasionally while two of his long fingers continued stroking your g-spot. The way you were squirming around was a clear sign that you were close but Jeonghan had other plans.
“Pinch your nipples for me” Jeonghan ordered and your hands quickly reached for your chest, you cupped your boobs, the sensitivity making hiss out.
“My dumb baby I told you to pinch those nipples not cradle them” Jeonghan groans before you could comprehend his words you were shocked by sudden light slap on your pussy, you felt electricity running down your body you felt your cunt gush out with slick lovin the impact. You pinched your nipples a little too hard. The action made you moan out in pleasure or pain you yourself don't know.
“Pain slut” Jeonghan whispered under his breath, his words reaching straight to your pussy you loved when he talked down to you, you loved his cruel, dominant side.
Jeonghan was scared of showing his sadistic tendencies at first but when you begged him to tie your hands up with his belt a few days ago he knew that you were as freaky as he was.
He has to ruin you.
Jeonghan continued his ministrations, slurping and munching on you cunt, his other hand pressing against your belly firmly, he was grinding his painfully hard cock against bed, if was screaming at him to let it inside you.
“Jeonghan close —so close” you whined feeling the coil in your stomach tightening, you felt Jeonghan smirk against your pussy not aware of his next action.
“Oh you were close, too bad” Jeonghan removed his fingers from your walls, detaching himself off you completely and looking at you with cocky smirk which you wanted to wipe off his face, you looked at him with tears in your eyes and he almost felt bad for ruining your orgasm, keyword almost.
“Asshole”
“ Is this how you're supposed to beg? Come on I taught you better than that”
“Please Jeonghan, make me cum, use your fingers, mouth cock anything please fuck me” you begged, voice raw and full of desperation. Jeonghan felt all the blood from his body running down his cock, he could get off right then and there because of your voice.
He wasted no time, giving you a cocky smirk then aligning his cock at your entrance , his spit and your cum making it easier for him to slide in all the way in with minimal effort. He pressed down on your belly, feeling himself down there.
“You're my religion, gonna worship this body till the day I die” Jeonghan mumbled softly against your neck , kissing a specific spot , marking a claim on you like he doesn't already own your soul. Only your Jeonghan could make such intense confessions while being balls deep inside you.
Jeonghan maintained a slow pace, trying to savour each second of being close to you, his fingers intertwined with yours just like how your souls were when you first met. Fucking like rabbits was better but making love with such ferlovsnt obsession and care was even better.
“You're so beautiful my love, how are you even real ? I am so privileged to be yours ”
“So pretty, so perfect”
“Love it when you cry”
Just like that, the night went on and on with you being left feeling like the most loved and praised person on the whole planet, every insecurity you had about your body evaporating and turning into nothing. Maybe it was the universe compensating you for giving you so much pain in the past .
It was four in the morning. You always regarded yourself as a quiet person thinking conversations are exhausting and no one might be interested in talking to you for more than ten minutes but you are here having continuous yapping sessions with jeonghan since two AM, sleep weighting down on both of your eyes but refusing to just shut up.
"So what are your future plans?" Jeonghan suddenly asks, running his hand over your cheek softly. You sighed heavily, the same question weighting your mind since days.
"I don't know honestly, I hate the industry so much I don't want to go back" you whined, hiding yourself into his chest. His heartbeat calming your senses.
"but you love the attention, don't you?" Jeonghan murmurs softly.
"your attention is enough for me" you say closing your eyes not wanting to continue the conversation further.
"babe" Jeonghan calls you sternly. You huff out, trying to distance yourself from him but he stops you, tightening his arms around your waist.
"You don't have to worry about the tabloids and people's two cent opinions . You would start hating yourself for letting go of your career so easily eventually you would start hating me too, thinking I robbed you of the life you deserved —"
"I could never hate you hannie" you cut him off, not liking where his train of thoughts are going.
" you have the country's top designer wrapped around your fingers , c'mon love use the nepotism to your favour "
" I don't think you know what nepotism means"
"that's not the point, you are beautiful, talented and so deserving of the love and fame you were robbed off due to that stupid asshole" Jeonghan softly tries convincing you, running his fingers through your hair lovingly.
"Think about it love, you have time"
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“Are you ready, love?”
“Born ready”
Jeonghan made you realise just how stupid you sound wanting to give up on your dream because of another asshole’s doings. It didn't take him much effort to convince you cause' deep down you yearned to walk on runways again, this time in clothes that actually looked flattering.
He squeezed your hand softly providing reassurance for your racing heart and anxious brain .
A whole month passed since you both disappeared from the public eye, being happy in your own safe haven but everything needs to come to an end.
That month was the best time of your life, doing absolutely nothing but admiring your lover, studying his little habits, getting to know his hobbies, passion, the real him and vice versa.
So here you are minutes before entering the interview room where you're going to reveal how you are back to the scene stronger than ever and signing a contract with the best fashion designer in the town.
Yoon fucking Jeonghan
“Okay, best of luck you got this Y/N” Jeonghan said as he released your hand while walking away. He promised he's going to be together during the interview, that's why you agreed to schedule one in the first place.
“Wait, where are you going?” You asked, anxiety filling your senses yet again.
“Baby understand this, I want you to make your name all on your own. I don't want those people to think you're successful just cause' you are my girlfriend. I don't want to steal your light, it's your talent and hard work that despite such menacing articles you stood tall and the public couldn't take eyes off of you. I am giving you opportunity not striking my claim on you”
Jeonghan’s words suddenly made sense to you, you knew how toxic the industry was and revealing your relationship with Jeonghan so early won't do any good to your name but you couldn't care less about it but Jeonghan cared, he cared about you from the beginning till now . He wanted you to shine.
“Okay, go but wait for in the car please”
You said, trying to calm yourself down and kissing his knuckles softly.
“Should I accompany you as your bodyguard? Oh wait , I am too pretty to be one” Jeonghan joked, trying to get a laugh out of you . You chuckled softly affirming yes to his statement keeping the thought that he's too weak to be a bodyguard to yourself.
“Now go” Jeonghan rubbed your arm , gently encouraging you.
“Yes, babe thank you for everything I love you”
As you entered the interview room you felt like you were walking towards your new life. Chasing your dream again but this time there were no battles waiting for you in near future And even if there were you had Jeonghan who would never let you fall.
This was sitting in my drafts for so long I finally decided to edit and make a few changes. Please reblog, comment and share your thoughts:3
Whenever i try to add pictures in my post it glitches and the third pic goes to very last part and read more vanishes. How the hell should i fix this, it's been like this since forever 😭😭😭
“is he bothering you, ma’am?” the kind stranger asks as he approaches your table, a concerned look on his face as he eyes Satoru up and down, who so casually leans against the table with a smirk.
for the past hour, while you were busy typing in your laptop, Satoru happened to simply drop on the chair in front of you, rambling your ears out even though he knew you were not listening, “you’re gorgeous, do you have a boyfriend?” he asks, no response.
“oh, hard public, hm? that’s okay, you are still gorgeous, can I give you my number?” no response. yet his stupid little smirk stays present.
“your boyfriend is not worth your time, baby, you should date me instead”
“what are you drinking? want a refill?”
“did it hurt when you fell from—”
until the kind stranger interrupts, his eyes are cautious as he keeps them on the blue eyed, this time you speak with a sigh and little polite smile, “i’m fine, thank you, he’s my husband”
