a little pick-me-up
pairing: csc x fem!reader
wc: 1.4k
warnings: nsfw‼️18+, unprotected sex (stay safe people), big!cheol, dirty talk, headlock 🤭, cheol tummy enthusiasts!!!, reader gets manhandled but gently, cheol is obsessed with reader's tits and ass and can't seem to decide whether he's a tits guy or an ass guy, actually really sweet, petnames: baby, gorgeous, pretty girl, beautiful girl, also gets called filthy girl once (hers), baby, cheol (his), uhmm i think thats it. and lowercase is intended
author's note: first time writing smut like this i hope i don't sound stupid 🤣 and i actually had this idea AGES ago just like jotted down and never continued but now i have hehwhwhehw anyway who doesn't love some slow touchy and clingy sex w cheol and who doesn't love big and soft cheol. i need this man TERRIBLY i wish he was real 😮💨 PLS ENJOY SORRY IF THERES MISTAKES
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it's already a little late, you’re lying in bed having resorted to doomscrolling on your phone in just a big shirt of seungcheol's and no shorts, legs swinging lazily, waiting for your boyfriend to be back. you hear him come in, footsteps heavy, keys dropped in the bowl by the door and bag by the couch.
“baby,” he calls. his voice low and a little raspy, tired after a long three-hour practice as he pads through your shared apartment to the bedroom.
you barely have time to turn before he’s already through the door, climbing onto the bed and moving over to lie on top of you. his head flops onto your shoulder as the rest of his body covers yours totally. the faded smell of his cologne hitting your nose almost immediately. seungcheol's hands wander under your shirt, fingertips slow and deliberate, like he’s memorising the feel of you again.
“you were waiting for me?” he murmurs, his thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts gently, "sorry i'm late, gorgeous."
he starts to kiss your shoulder through the shirt, before he trails them to your neck. your phone falls onto the bed, already forgotten and you let your head rest on your arms. "wanted to see you," you answered softly, taking away his worries of coming home late to which he hums against your skin.
his hands moved again, now cupping both your breasts and he squeezes them softly like his personal stress balls as his little kisses continued. he did this a lot, claiming they were his favourite part of you countless times. so many days of him coming home exhausted only to bury his face between them for cuddles and head scratches.
you shudder when he rolls your nipples under his thumbs and pinches them, eliciting a whine of his name from you.
"mmh?" he hums lowly, "can you roll over for me, baby?" and he moves off of you just enough for you to roll onto your back.
now that you're on your back, his hands start to push up your shirt, over your chest as his fingers return to your nipples. "cheol," you breathed, arching up into his touch.
he smiles at your reaction, "so pretty, baby." he coaxes you to pull your shirt all the way off and discards it off the side of the bed before he dips down and closes his lips around one of your nipples. and he groans like this was his sole purpose of life.
his palms find home on your ass, of course. grabbing and squeezing like it’s routine—like he has to feel it or he’ll go crazy. the mixture of his warm mouth on you, tongue swiping over your increasingly sensitive nipple, and his hands palming your ass has you squirming under him.
“can’t decide...” he murmurs, between kisses, “what i love more, baby.” with a smack of his lips, he pulls back, moving to the other breast to give it equal love. "burying my face in these... or watching your pretty ass bounce on me."
he grunts when your hips punch up weakly, brushing against his front. he kisses down your chest. soft and wet, his teeth grazing just enough to make you whimper. then he pulls away, sits on his knees and pulls his shirt off over his head.
and fuck, your boyfriend is so hot. arms you want locked around your head more times than appropriate, shoulders that you love clinging onto, and his torso firm beneath all his softness—your favourite. his abs are barely there, but you can definitely see the ghost of the lines. you love his little bit of chub. you'd spend all day kissing it if you could.
as soon as he's done with that, he tugs you nearer with his hands on your thighs, spreading them simultaneously before he leans down and kisses you deep and needy.
your cold hands rest on his tummy, digging your nails into his softness as you breathe him in between kisses. he was so full everywhere, you couldn't get enough of it. admiring how his waist spills over the elastic of his pants with your hands like the masterpiece of a creation he was.
“waiting for me in my shirt and this useless thing..." he mumbles against your lips, fingers pulling the waistband of your underwear only to let it snap back against your skin, "it's like a reward, baby."
seungcheol's hands are on your back, keeping you arched up against him. you already feel how worked up he is as the painful-looking tent in his sweats presses into your clothed cunt.
"wanna turn you over again, pretty girl. let me see all of you," he says gently, maneuvering you easily back onto your belly.
you arch just a little when he places you back down—cheeks up, thighs pressed together—and he moans, like he felt it in his chest.
“fuck yeah, there she is," he praises as he grabs your hips, ruts against you slowly just to feel the curve of your ass against his clothed cock, and leans down again, chest to your back, dragging his hands under your body to cup your tits from below while continuing to grind on your ass.
"seungcheol- baby..." you choke out once you feel his hand snake down between your legs, rubbing you slow and steady over your stupid underwear as you writhe against the mattress.
you’re on your stomach, squirming from the way he's touching you so carefully and skilfully. he’s pressed between your legs—his cock hard against your ass, one hand working over your clit to get you wet enough for him, the other toying and pinching your nipple.
“can’t believe this is all mine,” he groans, dragging his lips along your spine. "every inch of you, baby... i swear to god. can't believe i get to make my beautiful girl feel so good...”
he presses kisses between your shoulder blades as he slowly grinds against you, breathing getting heavier. finally, he sits back, leaving you laying on the bed for a second to yank his sweats down just enough, and pulls you back up by your hips, his thumb pulling your underwear to the side and lining himself up.
one of his hands goes to rub your clit as he slides in, letting you feel everything nice and slow. you let out a muffled whine as you press your face into the duvet, the stretch of him always overwhelming. "fuck, gorgeous. missed you so much."
he pulls almost all the way out and agonisingly grinds back in. "was thinkin' about this the whole time at practice, baby."
he leans over you, hands planted by your head as he keeps his hips steady. he moans in your ear—deep, and raw, almost painful. "you’re takin’ me so good, pretty girl.”
he maintains the slow pace at first, deliberate, watching how your hips curl up to meet his every time. he's biting his lip so hard he groans through his gritted teeth.
and because he's way too obsessed with your tits, he leans down again and presses his chest against your back, one hand curling under your body to pull you up against him, letting him grab and squeeze at your tits while he fucks into you from behind. it’s overwhelming and you can feel him everywhere.
"always feel so fuckin' good for me, baby. love you so much," he grunts, digging his hips in deeper, making your eyes roll back with a throaty whine.
you feel his thick arm wrap around your neck, keeping you there in a headlock and your cunt clenches hard on him. "fuck, baby-" his hips stutter, "filthy girl. you like that, huh?"
you let out a broken whine of his name, feeling the knot in your belly grow tighter and tighter. he feels it too, your hips bucking erratically against his.
"you close, baby? can you touch yourself f'me?" he groans out by your ear. your hand shakily finds its way to your clit, messily rubbing circles over yourself as your breath quickens, moans turning more high-pitched.
you barely get any words out before your body locks up against his, trembling as your high crashes over you. your other hand flies to grip at his arm around your neck, trying to find something to ground you.
“so pretty when you cum,” he pants, his voice soft as he slows his hips, still chasing his own orgasm.
“i love you so much, baby- fuck, i’m so-”
he thrusts into you once more, burying himself deep as he finishes. groaning your name into your neck and holds you close like you're oxygen for him.
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