thinking about seungcheol having to wake up way earlier than he wants to. the alarm goes off and he immediately groans, reaching for you before he even opens his eyes properly. one arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back against his chest when you try to sit up. "five more minutes," he mumbles into your shoulder. except five minutes pass and he's saying it again. and again. eventually you manage to get him out of bed, but barely. he's sitting at the kitchen counter in an oversized hoodie, hood pulled over his messy hair, staring down at his coffee like it personally offended him. every time you walk past, he catches the sleeve of your sweater between his fingers without looking up. not enough to stop you. just enough to make sure you're still there. "baby, i have to get ready." he hums. "cheol." another hum. you glance down and find him pouting into his folded arms. when you finally step between his knees to fix his hair, he immediately folds forward, burying his face against your stomach. no warning. just gives up all at once and melts into you. his arms circle your waist, warm and heavy. "don't wanna go," he mutters. you laugh, running your fingers through the back of his hair. "you have to." he only squeezes you tighter. and for a second, standing there with his face hidden against you and his hoodie half falling over his eyes, he doesn't look like the leader everyone knows. he just looks like your sleepy boyfriend who got dragged out of bed too early and thinks you should be suffering through it with him.
boyfriend!seungcheol who acts as if he is so focused on basketball practice that he did not notice you watching him from the stands. He's got that serious, intimidating face, sweat dripping down his neck and soaking his mesh jersey, looking like the typical untouchable athlete. But the second you approach to hand him a bottle of water, his eyes soften and he holds your hand, pulling you into a quick, firm kiss accompanied by that corner smile, making sure everyone sees that only you can have him like that.
boyfriend!seungcheol which is a real threat when it comes to personal space. He'll be sitting on your couch or bed, seemingly playing or rolling around on his phone, but his hand is always wandering. A heavy hand on your thigh, sliding down your hand or his fingers tangling in the loops of your belt just to pull you closer to his side. He's physically needy in the most casual and primitive way, ensuring you're always within arm's reach.
boyfriend!seungcheol who loves the cliché of the "serious guy" in public just so he can destroy you in private. He walks through a crowded room with broad shoulders and relentless expression, seeming to have not a single thought in his head beyond the next workout. However, he thinks about nothing else but your hands simply playing with him - from the innocent touches on his hair to the greedy squeezes you give him every time you find his biceps uncovered. Although at the time he says it's annoying, deep down he couldn't wish for anything better than a partner as passionate as he is.
boyfriend!seungcheol who is a master of "accidental" provocation. He knows exactly how much you love his arms, so he suddenly decides that a tight, ribbed tank top is the only outfit suitable for a lazy Sunday at home. He spends the afternoon lifting heavy objects or reaching for things on the high shelves, deliberately letting his biceps show and his triceps flex, all while maintaining that stoic, carefree expression. He doesn't say a word about it, but the way his eyes follow your gaze shows that he knows exactly what he's doing to you.
boyfriend!seungcheol who is the most consistent person in your life. Every single morning, without fail, there’s a message waiting for you. Sometimes it’s just a quick, "Morning, princess," accompanied by a blurry, half asleep photo of his hand giving a thumbs up from under the covers. Other times, a simple voice audio with that bossy and characteristic tone of him telling you to get your ass out of bed.
boyfriend!seungcheol who only lets his guard down when it's just the two of you. To everyone else, he's the reliable, unshakable pillar of strength, but the moment the front door clicks shut, he turns into a total big baby. He’ll practically melt into your lap, burying his heavy head in the crook of your neck and letting out a long, exhausted sigh as he seeks out your touch. He craves your affection with a desperation he’d never admit to, whining softly if you stop petting his hair or if you don't pull him close enough, demanding all of your attention until he's satisfied and warm in your arms.
boyfriend!seungcheol who finds fancy restaurants a total chore. He’d much rather spend a Friday night sprawled out on his oversized couch with you, a mountain of takeout containers on the coffee table and a movie playing in the background that neither of you is actually watching. He’ll have one arm hooked firmly around your waist, pulling your side flush against his warm torso, while his other hand absentmindedly traces patterns on your skin.
boyfriend!seungcheol who is the ultimate 'dog dad.' He loves taking you on long, slow walks in the park with Kkuma, letting the dog tire himself out while he focuses entirely on you. He’ll walk with his hand heavy and warm in yours, his thumb stroking your knuckles in a rhythmic, soothing motion while talking about something from his routine or favorite basketball team.
boyfriend!seungcheol who has a habit of sending you a "check-in" photo while he's at the gym. At first, it's just a sweaty selfie in the mirror, but then it evolves. You're sitting in class or at work when your phone vibrates and it's a picture of his dick, blatantly marking significant relief over the black fabric of his gym shorts. His legs are spread almost roughly in the suspending chair, his thick thighs emphasizing his large size. The caption reads as follows: "I wish you were here to help me finish my set. I'm so hard I can't even concentrate." He knows exactly what it does to you, and the look on his face when you finally see him later that night is nothing short of pure, concentrated hunger.
boyfriend!seungcheol who acts as if he is so focused on basketball practice that he did not notice you watching him from the stands. He's got that serious, intimidating face, sweat dripping down his neck and soaking his mesh jersey, looking like the typical untouchable athlete. But the second you approach to hand him a bottle of water, his eyes soften and he holds your hand, pulling you into a quick, firm kiss accompanied by that corner smile, making sure everyone sees that only you can have him like that.
boyfriend!seungcheol which is a real threat when it comes to personal space. He'll be sitting on your couch or bed, seemingly playing or rolling around on his phone, but his hand is always wandering. A heavy hand on your thigh, sliding down your hand or his fingers tangling in the loops of your belt just to pull you closer to his side. He's physically needy in the most casual and primitive way, ensuring you're always within arm's reach.
boyfriend!seungcheol who loves the cliché of the "serious guy" in public just so he can destroy you in private. He walks through a crowded room with broad shoulders and relentless expression, seeming to have not a single thought in his head beyond the next workout. However, he thinks about nothing else but your hands simply playing with him - from the innocent touches on his hair to the greedy squeezes you give him every time you find his biceps uncovered. Although at the time he says it's annoying, deep down he couldn't wish for anything better than a partner as passionate as he is.
boyfriend!seungcheol who is a master of "accidental" provocation. He knows exactly how much you love his arms, so he suddenly decides that a tight, ribbed tank top is the only outfit suitable for a lazy Sunday at home. He spends the afternoon lifting heavy objects or reaching for things on the high shelves, deliberately letting his biceps show and his triceps flex, all while maintaining that stoic, carefree expression. He doesn't say a word about it, but the way his eyes follow your gaze shows that he knows exactly what he's doing to you.
boyfriend!seungcheol who is the most consistent person in your life. Every single morning, without fail, there’s a message waiting for you. Sometimes it’s just a quick, "Morning, princess," accompanied by a blurry, half asleep photo of his hand giving a thumbs up from under the covers. Other times, a simple voice audio with that bossy and characteristic tone of him telling you to get your ass out of bed.
boyfriend!seungcheol who only lets his guard down when it's just the two of you. To everyone else, he's the reliable, unshakable pillar of strength, but the moment the front door clicks shut, he turns into a total big baby. He’ll practically melt into your lap, burying his heavy head in the crook of your neck and letting out a long, exhausted sigh as he seeks out your touch. He craves your affection with a desperation he’d never admit to, whining softly if you stop petting his hair or if you don't pull him close enough, demanding all of your attention until he's satisfied and warm in your arms.
boyfriend!seungcheol who finds fancy restaurants a total chore. He’d much rather spend a Friday night sprawled out on his oversized couch with you, a mountain of takeout containers on the coffee table and a movie playing in the background that neither of you is actually watching. He’ll have one arm hooked firmly around your waist, pulling your side flush against his warm torso, while his other hand absentmindedly traces patterns on your skin.
boyfriend!seungcheol who is the ultimate 'dog dad.' He loves taking you on long, slow walks in the park with Kkuma, letting the dog tire himself out while he focuses entirely on you. He’ll walk with his hand heavy and warm in yours, his thumb stroking your knuckles in a rhythmic, soothing motion while talking about something from his routine or favorite basketball team.
boyfriend!seungcheol who has a habit of sending you a "check-in" photo while he's at the gym. At first, it's just a sweaty selfie in the mirror, but then it evolves. You're sitting in class or at work when your phone vibrates and it's a picture of his dick, blatantly marking significant relief over the black fabric of his gym shorts. His legs are spread almost roughly in the suspending chair, his thick thighs emphasizing his large size. The caption reads as follows: "I wish you were here to help me finish my set. I'm so hard I can't even concentrate." He knows exactly what it does to you, and the look on his face when you finally see him later that night is nothing short of pure, concentrated hunger.
—Summary: He’s the kind of guy people cross the street to avoid—cold stare, leather jacket, knuckles scarred from fights he never starts but always finishes. But with you? He folds. Soft voice. Hands on your waist. Let's you climb into his lap in the middle of a garage like a chair. And when you decide to ride something other than his motorcycle tonight?
Yeah. He lets you. And says please.
—Genre: Smut, fluff, minor comedy, domestic softness, horny for cheol hours forever
—Warnings: MDNI! Unprotected sex (be safe irl), fingering, oral (f. receiving), RIIIIIDEEEEE, overstimulation, possessive but soft dom!Cheol, slight size kink, cursing, garage sex, tatted!Cheol(nothing new, just a mention of his svt tattoo), creampie, pet names, shitty writing, use of “please” as a kink trigger, BF CHEOL HEHEUHUHEEUEHUHE
—Tropes: biker!cheol x f!reader, he only has a soft spot for reader HEUEHEUEHE
—A/N: hi hey hello! I KNOWWW THIS FIC IS SO OVERDUE AND TOO SHORT BUT PLEASE AT LEAST I PASSED MY FINALS
It’s not that people don’t like your boyfriend. It’s just that… most of them are terrified of him.
And honestly? You kind of get it.
Choi Seungcheol looks like a man pulled straight out of a biker gang movie. Tattoo on his back dedicated to his biker gang. Hands always wrapped in black gloves or leather. Permanent scowl. Voice so deep you feel it before you hear it. He doesn’t talk unless he needs to. Doesn’t smile unless it’s for you.
The first time you brought him to your campus café, the barista actually dropped a muffin when he walked in. The poor guy tried to charge Seungcheol full price even though you had a coupon, because “uhh… sorry, sir, I just—uh—uh…” and Seungcheol just leaned over, raised a brow, and said nothing. Didn’t have to. The muffin ended up being free. With two extra cookies on the side.
You wanted to be mad.
But then he looked at you—eyes soft, like melted syrup—and whispered, “Want one now or should I feed it to you later?”
Yeah. You weren’t mad anymore.
What no one knew—what only you knew—is that the same man who once shoved a guy’s face into a car window for grabbing your wrist… is the same man who kisses your knees. Who saves every handwritten note you give him in his wallet. Who panics when you have cramps. Who once sewed your ripped tote bag and tried to hide it so you wouldn’t feel bad.
And tonight—he’s the man sitting on the couch in his garage, leather jacket open, rings still on, watching you slowly crawl into his lap like you own it.
You do.
“Missed you,” you mumble against his jaw, arms around his neck, your thighs straddling his hips. You’re not even sure how the two of you ended up like this, but at this point, it’s muscle memory. You sit. He catches you. You kiss. He melts.
His big hands slide up your thighs like instinct, thumbs brushing your bare thighs, damn those shorts.
“Didn’t even leave for that long,” he says, but he’s already leaning in for another kiss, like it physically hurts to go without it. “Couple hours.”
You pout. “Too long.”
Seungcheol huffs a soft laugh through his nose, shaking his head. “You’re a brat.”
You nod shamelessly. “Sure.”
His eyes flash.
It’s subtle—most people wouldn’t even notice. But you know exactly what that look means. It’s the same look he gave you the first time he kissed you in his garage. The same look he gave when you wore his gang jacket and sat on his bike like it was made for you.
The same look that says: “Oh shit, I’m gone.”
“You really wanna start something right here?” he mutters, voice low and scratchy as his fingers trace your bare thighs. “On the couch? In the garage?”
You lean in, lips brushing his, and whisper:
“Save a horse ride the cowboy, baby”
That’s all it takes.
One second you’re teasing him. The next you’re flat on your back, jacket still on, shorts pushed down to your ankles, and Seungcheol’s face buried between your thighs like he’s starving.
“Cheol—fuck—” You cry out, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as his tongue circles your clit with slow, deliberate strokes. “Holy shit—don’t stop—”
His hands hold your thighs open, firm but gentle, his fingers pressing bruises into your skin. He groans against you, and the vibration sends a jolt of heat straight to your spine.
“Taste so fucking sweet,” he mumbles, licking into you like he’s making up for lost time. “Missed this. Missed you.”
You arch, body trembling, and you can’t even think—can’t even breathe—because when Seungcheol eats pussy, it’s like he’s praying with his mouth. Worshipping. Every suck, every swirl of his tongue is pure devotion.
And when he slides two thick fingers inside you?
You lose it.
You clamp around him so tight he groans again, pumping his fingers slow, curling them just right.
“That’s it. Come on, baby, let go for me.” he murmurs
You do.
Your orgasm hits like a wave, stealing the air from your lungs, thighs trembling as your head falls back with a breathy moan of his name. He works you through it, doesn’t stop until you’re panting and twitching, until you're trying to push his hand away—but he’s not done.
He kisses up your stomach, then your chest, one hand cradling the back of your head as he finally kisses your mouth again, slow and messy.
“You still gonna let me pick the movie?” he murmurs against your lips.
You laugh, eyes half-lidded. “That depends…”
“On?”
“Do I get to ride you next?”
The smirk that curls across his face is pure sin.
“Garage door’s locked,” he says. “Bike can wait.”
You barely had time to catch your breath before he was grabbing your hips again, flipping you with a roughness that never felt unsafe. Just hot. Hot and raw and his. His rings dug into the sides of your thighs as he dragged you back onto his lap, chest rising under you like he’d just ran a fucking marathon.
You felt it—fuck, you felt everything. How hard he was underneath you. How warm his hands were even through the chill of the garage air. How his eyes kept dragging down your body like he was starving for it, like he didn’t just make you cum five minutes ago.
You grind against him—slow, teasing.
He groans. Tilts his head back, and you swear his jaw clenched like he was begging God for mercy.
“You think you’re cute?” he mutters, low and sharp, hands tightening. “Riding me like that?”
You lean in, lips brushing his, voice syrupy sweet.
“I know I’m cute.”
He growls—actually growls—and before you can laugh, he’s bucking his hips up hard, cock pressing right up into the heat between your legs even through both layers. You gasp, hands on his shoulders, and he smirks—cocky, smug, tongue running over his bottom lip like a fucking menace.
“You’re soaked,” he whispers, rubbing you through your panties. “Dripping for it. You gonna ride me just like this, baby?”
You nod. Eyes half-lidded. Fingers dragging up his chest until you’re tugging at the collar of his jacket.
“You gonna let me?” you murmur.
He lifts his hips again, cock straining against his jeans, and his voice drops even lower.
“I’m gonna let you do whatever you want to me.”
You don’t waste time.
You slide your panties to the side. He fumbles with his zipper, cock springing free—and fuck, you never get used to the size of him. Always thick. Always heavy. Always perfect. Your hand wraps around him, and he twitches, jaw clenched, throat bobbing as you stroke him once, twice—just to watch him fall apart.
“Fuck—ride me. Please.”
It’s the please that does it.
You sink down onto him in one slow, slick, aching stretch. His breath leaves him in a hiss. His hands fly to your waist. And when you're fully seated—when he's buried inside you, full and throbbing and so fucking deep—you both just sit there for a second, staring at each other like you can’t believe how good it feels.
“Holy shit,” he mutters. “Every time. You ruin me every fucking time.”
You move.
Slow at first—rolling your hips, grinding down just to hear him groan. Your hands find his shoulders again, digging into leather as you start to fuck yourself on him, building rhythm like it’s nothing. Like you own him. Because you do.
“Baby,” he moans, head falling back, grip bruising your waist now. “Shit—you look so good on me. Feel so good. Don’t stop, yeah?”
You don’t.
You ride him like you were born for it—hips snapping, thighs trembling, moans tumbling out your throat in little broken gasps. He’s a fucking wreck under you, muttering curses, his hands gripping so hard he might leave fingerprints. And he loves it. Loves how you take him. How you grind down and clench around him just right. How you keep moaning his name like it’s the only word you know.
“You close?” he pants, sweat beading at his temple. “Fuck, baby, tell me—”
“Cheol—‘m gonna cum—fuck—so close—”
He sits up. One hand to your lower back, the other sliding down to your clit again, rubbing fast, tight circles while he fucks up into you hard and deep.
“Cum on my cock, baby. Come on. Let me feel you.”
You do.
You fucking shatter.
Your orgasm rips through you like a wave of heat, moans caught in your throat as you cling to him, thighs clenching, body shaking. You don’t even realize you’re crying out his name until he’s whispering, “I got you, I got you, baby, I got you—fuck—”
Then he’s spilling inside you, groaning into your neck, hips stuttering as he cums deep, hot, full. You feel it—feel him. And it only makes you whimper again, still so full, still trembling from the high.
The two of you stay like that—foreheads pressed together, hearts racing.
Silence.
Just breathing.
Sweat. Soft skin. Cooling air.
He kisses you.
It’s not greedy this time. Just slow. Like thanks.
You pull back, dazed. “We’re disgusting.”
Seungcheol chuckles—softly. Like he’s actually relaxed for the first time all day.
“You love it,” he says.
You grin. “I really do.”
A second passes before Seungcheol speaks up again. “And don't ever call my baby a ‘cow’ again”
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