Beach Babes
✧ pairing: bf! seungcheol x mid or plus-size/chubby gf! reader
✦ genre: smut
✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, doggy style, unprotected sex, mirror sex, bathroom sex, dirty talk, praising, pet names, cursing, fondling, kissing, too much ass talk, spanking, body worship, brief mentions of insecurity, dad bod bulky! cheol (warning ‘cause that shit is so hot and yummy that you’ll scream w/ out the ‘s’), cheol tummy appreciation
✦ word count: 6.4k words
✧ synopsis: seungcheol is for the bigger girls.
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Summer time was filled with days that made existence feel unbearable; the forecast calling for scorching, sizzling weather that left your thighs burning against leather car seats and makeup melting off like ice cream on a cone.
The only true way of finding enjoyment through the heatwave was by immersing yourself into some sort of body of water.
The beach called for days like today, the landform providing a place to cool down and and a multitude of refreshing activities.
Collectively, you and your friend group decided on an impromptu trip to the beach. Some rushed packing, a long drive, and getting booked and checked into a hotel later, and you all were marking your territory with a chosen spot on the sand.
Setting straight down a towel, you lowered yourself to lay on your belly. After being cramped into one car with your crew, the first step of business was a mandatory tanning session.
Relaxing in front of a Microsoft Window-like view and receiving kisses from the generous sun while simultaneously getting hits from the sea breeze felt like a dream. Resting with your gal pals and getting a good tan out of it was much needed.
Settled next to your friends who were smoothing down their own spots and getting situated, you are suddenly reminded that your back was left forgotten when applying sunscreen.
Fortunately your boyfriend towered next to you, lathering his own body in that same tube you needed. He patted and tapped at his full cheeks, making you smile at how your huge hunk of a man was meticulously ensuring that the lotion was evenly distributed throughout his skin to prevent getting burnt to a crisp.
“Cheol, when you’re done can you put some sunscreen on my back, please?” you chirped, your face angled in his direction while your chin rested atop your folded arms.
Like the attentive and chivalrous boyfriend that he is, he finishes up and then leans down to crouch over you.
He squirts out a generous amount of the cream into his hand, and then begins to work it into your backside without hesitance.
Lathering your back in sunscreen, he massages and kneads the lotion in with his solid, calloused hands. His rubs are firm yet smooth, blending the sunscreen into your shoulder blades down until he meets the fabric of your swimsuit bottoms.
It takes everything in you to not groan deeply as it feels like he’s giving you a deep-tissue massage through his heavy hands that were deliberate in getting the lotion marinated into your skin. But it genuinely felt like straight-up luxurious princess treatment, making an airy moan flow out past your lips.
Seungcheol smirks at that, knowing how a simple deed was making you unwind at the same time. If he kept going, it probably would evolve into something orgasmic. Your friends next to you were already giving one another cheeky, suggestive looks, telepathically communicating to one another how intimate you and Cheol look in public currently.
And it takes everything inside Seungcheol to not give your ass a good, playful smack. He was more than capable and known to be a gentleman and touch you without thinking like a dirty bastard.
Though, your perfect peach facing the sky with your butt cheeks glowing radiantly under the sun tempted him. It was out for the world to see, and his hands practically flexed as he thought about how he had possession over that ass.
He was the only one who got to trace the fleshy curves, see the sweet dimples of cellulite and beauty marks that were unique to you up close, and grip, pinch, and spank you all he wanted. Most of the time you’d curse or reprimand him whenever his hands groped and played with your ass as he pleased, but behind those prolonged whines of his name to stop being a deviant menace, you thrived off how visibly obvious it was that he had a crushing physical and protective attraction towards you.
But given the teasing earful your friends’ would give you, and the current public setting, he fought against the temptation. Though… it did dawn on him that the sun rays blaze every inch of your skin in sight— not excluding your rear.
It seems like he would be touching your ass after all; Reaching for the sunscreen tube again, he pinches out one last squirt of cream. Without a warning, his large hands lather both your ass cheeks with the lotion, fingers molding it into your fleshy skin.
He fails to pull back his smirk as he rubs your ass with the sunscreen, hearing you gasp in surprise and clench your cheeks from his actions.
The color in your face is beat red, choosing to ignore looking at anything or anyone while he coats your ass. Head dipped down, you hide and smush into your forearm, hoping no one finds this scene inappropriate. He’s just putting on sunscreen for you.
But as he worked and circulated the cream around your bottom, his hands and movements felt too familiar to a time where he’d have you face down, ass up in the bedroom, moaning nonstop in blissful agony while he drove his cock into you at an unrelenting pace. During those times, his hands occasionally met your ass with repeated hits, leaving your skin all sore, marked, and reddened, kissing the spots and drawing faint circles that’d lull you to slumber in the end.
That bikini fabric wedged in the middle of your cheeks was the only barrier between him and your sweet sex. Internally, he told his thoughts to fuck off for now. As tasty as your ample, plump body appeared in broad daylight, he’d have to wait until he was behind closed doors to dig into every inch of you. Now was the wrong time to grow horny.
He ‘outta give you at least one selfish touch, though. So he allows himself to give your ass a quick, playful pinch to scratch the itch inside his brain for now.
That pulls you to jerk your head back with a “Hey!” He rises and stands up after acting on impulse, snickering mischievously with the way you propped your body up slightly with a look that sent daggers his way. You do your best to restrain the urge in allowing your lips to stretch into a smile when his own smile results in a dimple to present itself.
That goofy grin of his along with the indentation in his cheek gives your heart reasons to pick up in pace, gushing internally over how precious and innocent his smile presented despite his sly behavior.
“Ima go play some ball with the guys.” he nods at you as he begins to back away from the site while walking backwards, his smile only growing wider.
“Laters, babe!” he shouts, his distance growing far as he fully turns around to start jogging, approaching the other guys who seemed to have befriended and recruited other players for their volleyball match, a group of shirtless men crowding around the net set up for the game.
A scoff paired with admiring eyes and a lazy smile posts up on your face, Cheol’s bare backside giving your eyes something to linger over even as he moves further away, vision shamelessly darting to that dump truck of his.
In the moment you felt no better than a man, admiring how fat and grabable his ass looked. He was your man, every beefy, broad and large inch of him all belonging to you. Your toes curled and you rubbed your feet together just from eyeing his back muscles, brain flipping through memories of getting to grip and rake your nails over his hefty, well-built body.
“You two might as well go ahead and fuck on the beach.” your friend’s sudden remark reels you out from yearning over Seungcheol’s body. It has you scoffing from the vulgarity of her words although communicating crudely with your friends was like a second language.
“Deadass. That eye-fucking goes crazy.” your other friend chimes in. Well damn… You didn’t expect to be attacked today.
While they laughed and poked fun at the sexual tension between you and Cheol, you glared at them, choosing to ignore the red heat that flares up your ears from being called out.
“Oh, fuck off.” you groaned with an eye roll, face falling into your folded arms in front, eventually joining in on their snickering and teasing them back by providing a walk down memory lane of their own sinful memories that you either have witnessed or was overshared to you.
That was the commencement of a perfect summer day.
You and your girls continued to chitchat about anything and everything while allowing your skin to be exposed by the sun, eventually rotating like a rotisserie chicken to be sure that not a lick of skin (save for your lady bits) goes untouched by the golden rays.
Time passed and after bouncing back and forth between yapping and napping in intervals, some fun in the water seemed ideal when your skin absorbed more than enough of the heat.
Getting up with your friends, grainy sand squished in between your toes as you headed for the body of water. It wasn’t hard to miss where Seungcheol and the other boys were, as they were noticeable yards away with their rowdy behavior.
Running and chasing occurred between them like children on a playground, fighting to the death of who’d be caught and lifted to launch into the waves. Your lips lift upwards as you crack out a laugh at the sight of your boyfriend lifting up one of the guys, not surprised at all considering how massive he was, serving hulk realness.
He successfully hurls your friend into the water, plunging and creating whooping splashes, making himself and others laugh as a result.
You stood along the shoreline, slowly easing into the water to adjust to the cool temperature, only reaching calves-deep into the shimmering blue-green translucent waves.
Ignoring the friend he tossed into his doom, he takes notice of you and strides your way. Water droplets scattered across his skin and his hair was dripping, looking fresh out of a swimsuit ad as he pushes that drenched black hair of his back to keep drizzles from running down his eyes.
While approaching you, you can’t help but be skeptical of that smile he wears, appearing too tickled with how he effortlessly won his battle. Your defenses kick in, positive that he’s preparing to target you as well.
Cheol reaches for your hand, but his feelings are hurt when you inch away, putting your hands up in front of you to warn him to back off.
“If you even try throwing me into the water, too, I swear to God…”
Offended, his expression twists, eyebrows furrowed and then arched, all exaggerated paired with an open mouth, expressing his disbelief with your statement.
Though, you had every right to be cautious of his sneaky behavior that you’ve become well acquainted with by now.
“Hey! You know I wouldn’t!” he swears he’s honest, cocking his head to the side with imploring eyes so that you’d take him seriously.
Cheol defending himself and slowly growing pouty makes it hard to not shower him in some physical and verbal affection, you grinning from the silly banter.
“You literally pull wrestling moves on me in bed.” you called him out easily. He’d pull all sorts of moves on you at any given time. It could range from headlocks, pinning you down with his whole weight, manhandling you like you were a stuffed teddy bear, maneuvering you effortlessly with tosses and turns.
Essentially, you’d be left helpless, having no room for escape under multiple circumstances.
Not that you’d complain though— hell no. In fact, you’d grow a second heartbeat felt down in your sex whenever he’d lift you, hold you captive within his arms, or any other situation where he treated you like the pounds you possessed were equivalent to that of a feather.
Your big boy was made to play with you in a multitude of ways, there being no issues in having his way.
It did get bad however when he’d use his upper hand for evil and for example, turn into the tickle monster and attack you for what felt like an endless eternity; that shit was brutal.
With his power, he was capable of anything. There should be a world record for how fast he can get you pinned down, locking your arms and leaving you all petite and frail. So, of course you’d anticipate for Cheol to act sneaky during any given moment.
“But you know I wouldn’t do my lady like that in public.” he replies, head still tilted slightly, trying again with his hand to reach for your own. He waits for you to connect your fingers with his thick, calloused ones, patience and plead in his eyes telling you to trust him.
And you know what? He’s right. He wouldn’t dare embarrass you or completely obliterate you within these waves— at least out in the open.
He knew better than to tussle with you like that. ‘Cause although he was the one with the ability to win every playful, lighthearted physical match with you, your threats of silent treatments and withholding his favorite meal that’s in between your legs was the real leverage.
“Don’t try anything or i’ll kill you.” despite your aggressive threat, you smiled, allowing him to take your hand and guide you further into the water.
Your classic remark has him grinning stupidly, practically giving you heart eyes as if you said the sweetest thing in the world.
“Yes, ma’am.” he responds, the look on his face reading smug, but he genuinely is just proud to be able to call himself your boyfriend. Even getting to be bullied or menaced by you was a privilege, loving every single reaction that he pushed out of you.
Finally, you two swam off together. Your dominant hand gripped onto his bicep so you wouldn’t slip incase something slippery crossed your path.
Being enveloped by the blue ocean and Cheol simultaneously brought you heaven on earth, lighthearted fun and profound peace washing your body.
Nothing too crazy went on during your swim. It merely consisted of lounging in the sensation of water gliding across your skin as you flowed around with your friends and lover. Some playful splashes would be thrown across here and there, your face and hair quickly becoming drenched, a salty taste even finding its way into your mouth. But obviously you’d fight back, kicking and splatting your feet and hands at maximum overdrive.
After a while, the hues of the sky were transitioning from clear, baby blue to warm tints of orange and a darker shade of blue. The gradual progression into sunset sparks ideas of taking aesthetic photos of yourselves for social media. Were you really at the beach if you didn’t post about it?
Ushering you out the water, your girlfriends rushed to reach for their cellular devices, all of you snapping selfies with pouted lips and smiles as radiant as the sunshine.
You hadn’t realized a pair of eyes were sinking into your figure as one of your friends began taking solo full-body shots of you. A breeze passes through during your photoshoot, blowing your hair enough to push strands into your face, making you grimace and giggle as some of it attempts to fly into your mouth.
Eventually, everything falls into place. The cool, crisp air simmers down enough to behave during your flicks. Instead of taming your hair, your focus shifts into angling your body into a pose that accentuates your curves and figure, busting your hip and tilting your head slightly facing the camera.
It is Seungcheol’s pair of eyes that drink you up in admiration and awe as you tried various combinations of stances to get a decent picture. You were so meticulous with your movements, ensuring your hair fell just perfectly and not looking too tangled, ensuring the girls on your chest were popping cleavage out for show, but not enough that a nip slip would be captured. Even the muscles on your face were working to not end up looking too cheesy or caught like a deer in headlights.
He would never understand why girls were so obsessed with ensuring that they ‘look good’ on camera for social media. He’d watch you suck in your stomach out of habit, fixing your hair a million times and working with the camera to give an illusion that your body was perfect to your liking.
Honestly, maybe he does get it. He has to applaud you for how effortless you looked in your pictures. Whether it be from be one of those lazy morning selfies that he’d beg out of you when far apart, (that you’d have him wait minutes for as you wiped off the dried up crusts builded up on the corners of your eyes and fixed your disheveled hair) or a spicy pic of you either teasing him in some scandalous lingerie that outlined your curves prominently, or by lucky chance, you’d be bold enough to send him an image of your body naked.
No matter how you presented yourself, he knew you were gorgeous inside and out. You could do anything you wanted to make yourself feel ‘more beautiful’ or content with your appearance, but he’d always gawk over and love every inch of you. It didn’t matter if you were barefaced or wearing makeup. It didn’t matter that your thighs jiggled as you moved or that your belly wasn’t defined.
Matter of fact, to him, that was what made your irresistible. Because all of those details is what made you, you.
And what really gravitated him towards you was that you reciprocated that love he has for you, back.
Not much time passed before you were calling out his name, begging him to come take some couple shots for memories.
Keenly, he joins you, draping an arm over your shoulder, bringing the space between you to zero real quick. Naturally, your head angles into his shoulder, sticking together like glue while flashing gleeful eyes and upturned lips to the camera.
One pose isn’t enough though, and so Cheol is the one to initiate change, his hand dropping from your shoulder to head downwards until his palm lands right on your ass.
The rough texture but gentle hold from his hand makes you shift slightly and sends heat rushing to your face. After all this time, you’re still not used to the feeling of his hand at any degree close to your intimate parts. And he knows it, too.
Considering the cheeky, damp swimsuit that clung to your body, there was no way he could hold off on clinging to what was his. It was instinctive at this point. You were his girl, and he smugly liked to display publicly how sickly obsessed he is for you, showing every inch of you off like you were a prized trophy.
At the same time, you also had your own moves over him. You positioned a hand over his stomach, pressed up lovingly against his soft but strong tummy.
Yes, he had insecurities of his own that creeped on him occasionally regarding his body. And he’s known to circulate through different routines and methods of dieting, bulking, etc. But you never failed to remind him how his size didn’t matter to you.
On the contrary, he didn’t need rock-hard abs or a slim figure to be a dreamboat. You were head-over-heels infatuated with his bulky frame. His large, impressive guns were more than enough to handle your weight, and his swole, thick thighs had you in a chokehold, getting hot at the thought of sitting bare over that skin.
And his tummy in the mix of his strong build was like the icing on cake. Cheol was sturdy but soft.
Yes he lifted weights bigger than your head and treated the gym like his own personal playground, but he also nourished his body with plenty of protein and other nutrients. He had quite an appetite, and it made you proud to see him always eat so well.
There was no need for hard lines on his stomach to prove anything to anyone. Undeniably, he took care of himself physically, maintaining balance between workouts while still eating enough. You loved how Cheol carried himself while not restricting and especially knowing that he went to bed with a full belly every night. That’s how you liked it.
Although there were days where his body wasn’t built to his liking all of a sudden, you’d proudly remind him that he was already shaped to your liking.
Like right now, there was content plastered on your features as you smoothed over his lower stomach, shifting your hand a bit and feeling the supple skin, coming in contact with the faint happy trail he possessed.
Both of you stood closely together, direct, far-from shy touches showing the beach and camera that you two were a happy couple.
“Beautiful girl.” he mumbles lowly close to your ear, making your insides churn as he removes any doubt about how your pictures are coming out from your mind, coaxing you through gentle rubs that can’t seem to let up.
When more than enough pictures have been taken, you pull Cheol towards your friend to have a quick look, and he can practically hear the noise in your head dissecting every inch of your body.
However, it is a win when you point out how inappropriate his hand on your ass looks, scolding him for doing such in pictures you were planning to post online. Pictures that you can’t even show to your family members because given the lack of clothing, your supple skin, and his hand placement, it felt all too promiscuous.
Seungcheol convinces you that it’s fine, enjoying how sexy you two appeared as a couple. And even though he earns a slap to his behind, you remind your friend to forward all the photos to you asap, also pleased with just how good you and your man captured together made you feel.
Once the shoot had ceased, it was jointly decided by your group that it was best to part the beach for the day to go and wash up to grab some dinner. So you all left eagerly with stomachs growling and minds fantasizing over an overpriced meal by the pier, even going the extra mile of discussing contenders for dessert. Boba shop or alcohol beverages at a bar, what will it be?
Luckily there’s still time to decide, and knowing how indecisive everyone is, you’ll probably be making all sorts of stops tonight.
Everyone soon parts into their separate rooms, you and Cheol breathing in the herbal fresh inviting scent once you two enter your designated space.
As much as you’d love to take a power nap to recharge, you waste no time heading for your luggage, your boyfriend giving you the okay to shower first.
Hair care products, a hot pink loofa, your trusty razor, and other essentials are in hand as you scurry into the bathroom, quickly arranging the items around the sink and in the shower before discarding your bikini.
Just as you’re about to start the water, two knocks hit against the door, halting your movements as it’s accompanied by your boyfriend’s voice.
“Babe, can I come in real quick?”
“It’s unlocked!” you chirped, not minding letting Cheol come in for whatever reason. He’s seen you naked an infinite number of times and you guys are sorta on a time crunch, so it wasn’t a big deal.
“Did you wanna join me?” the words fall off your tongue once Cheol encounters the view of your naked figure.
You were so full and every inch of you was unveiled: The cushioning flesh over your muscles, your soft belly, your breasts freely dangling out, your pussy out of sight solely from your thick thighs smushed together. You graced him with your bewitching body, and he’s instantly dead to the world.
The sentence you spoke out brings him to a smirk, grinning as it registers. His eyes blazed into your grabable hip dips and plentiful flesh. Even though he has touched every crevice of you more times than he can count, he still doesn’t know what to do with all of that you possess. Oh, where to start?
His dreams are crushed though after your next words, not giving him time to even respond back.
“‘Cause there’s no time for that. I guess we could save water, but knowing you…” you trailed off, being the ultimate tease of playing him into an idea that was nothing but a mere falsehood.
“We can have fun later.” you promised once you see his body begin to droop, hearing him grumble lowly after saying that.
The term ‘later’ coming from your mouth and putting a pin in defeating the sexual tension was something that couldn’t possibly be delayed; not in his mind.
It may have been selfish, but it was a fucking challenge to keep his hands to himself. I mean he could, but why would he want to?
That dirty look in his eyes doesn’t go away, and even when you whine in between giggles telling him that you can’t, that your friends will be waiting on you two in irritancy from prolonging their hunger pains, he stepped towards you, hands finding their home on the cushion of your sides.
There would be plenty of time to have sex throughout the night, even until sunrise if he’d like— you tried to sway him. But he was too persistent with his efforts, mapping out your silhouette as he could practically taste the feeling of fucking you on his tongue, horny thoughts on a green light no matter what you said.
To be in public and be on his best behavior was one thing, (with the exception of a few weak moments) and to be behind closed doors was another thing. The lusty animal he truly was inside was incapable of holding back.
He carries on with his behavior ‘cause he knows you’ll give in. His frontside presses into your naked backside, still coaxing you with his greedy touches, cock under his trunks growing into a bulge from only being a layer of measly fabric away from your pussy.
You’re already dizzy as his hefty size walks you into the sink, fingers sinking into your plushy belly as he takes his sweet time in kissing one of your shoulders sensually, dragging his plump lips repeatedly over the spot.
From that moment, your body talks for more: there’s a tingle that trembles your core, moaning softly involuntarily, head tilting back as if you’re surrendering.
“C’mon little mama,” Cheol breathes out, the warmth of his breath fanning out in front of you, only making you whimper like a baby who can’t handle it. His cock hasn’t even met your hole and you’re already so weak.
It’s more than over when he uses a hand to tilt your chin up to meet his eyes in the mirror, your body stilling immediately but your insides scream with a fire of desire. His eyes tell that he means business, and your own begin to fill with that same urgency to mold together and take all that you know damn well he’s able to give.
His movements are eager as he swiftly pulls off his swim shorts, kicking them to the side with his foot and manhood slapping up against his stomach, followed by a groan coming from his mouth when the skin and air kiss his hardness.
Whiny, submissive sounds leave your throat when he tells you to open those thighs up for him, core shivering when his cock head taps your ass and glides his shaft over and in between your folds, fat tip smearing pre cum along the wetness you’re already producing.
It really starts to warm you up as he teases your entrance, his cock skin sweltering hot as he traces your equally blazing pussy, gleaming and demanding to be played with.
So when his fatty tip pushes into your sex and he makes your pussy swallow his entire shaft whole, he sucks the breath out of you during the process, immediately clinging your walls onto his dick as he mumbles about how you’re always so fucking tight no matter how many times you’ve fucked.
The edge of your sink is your best friend as you grip onto the countertop, color draining from your knuckles while you adapt to the pressure.
Cheol’s two hands wrap around the soft pudge of your stomach, soothing you through the stretch you had to deal with.
He kisses the underside of your ear, calling you his ‘good girl’ and then darting his attention to the rectangular glass in front that mirrors your reflections.
He takes note of the lighter shade of skin over your breasts and bikini line, tan lines already visible and contrasting your body. It has him smiling at how he got to see how the sun baked his girl up, along with enjoying the contours, plush, and bustiness of your form.
“All this is mine.” he squeezed at your belly fat, making you tighten around his length, earning a hiss from Cheol.
When you wiggle your butt and move to grip a hand around his wrist, trying to redirect it to your hip, he gets the hint, signaling for him to begin a steady pace at stimulating your sex.
That makes him pinch at one of your ass dimples for the sudden impatience when you were telling him that you couldn’t fuck a few minutes ago, followed by a verbal warning to remember what he’s capable of.
“Don’t run from it. Alright, baby?”
And when his solid strokes start, you feel like you can’t breathe, getting struck by ecstasy at the sensation of his girthy size tunneling in and out of your warm, silky sex.
His size feels so full inside you, already overwhelming your pretty little self while he strokes you in a rhythm with his hardness. Naturally, you allow yourself to lean forward into the sink, the temperature of the counter like ice against your heated bare skin.
Seungcheol pushes down on your lower back to aid your arch, the new angle rising a rough moan out of you, the penetration of his manhood traveling so deep inside you.
The sound makes his dick twitch and eyes roll back with his own hearty moan, encouraging him to pump you beyond capacity through the full drive of his cock.
He’s lenient and kind with the first few full strokes, enjoying the view of his girth getting sucked by your fleshy hole, relishing in the suction sounds and friction that treats his cock so well.
But when the pace is too slow for the time ticking away, you whine for Cheol to hurry, still remembering that you don’t have time to waste, and secretly hoping that he’d hit that pussy of yours unapologetically hard and fast.
“And then you have the audacity to say i’m the impatient one.” he mumbles, giving one of your ass cheeks a hard slap before manhandling your body to his liking, ignoring your mewls as he grabs either side of your waist and starts plunging into you insistently.
Dipping your head, gasps and moans bounce off and vibrate around the bowl of the sink. He drilled into you like it was a marathon, still skillful with his technique and taking advantage of the current position, your raw, shaking figure doing great service for his sex hormones.
The current act left your brain akin to TV static, no thoughts playing in your mind as your walls, mental, and breath were being blown away through every drag of his cock.
Your body spoke loudly for him. His pelvis slapped repeatedly against your luscious ass, and his hands also fiddled with your lower back, love handles, and the dimpled flesh of your cheeks, giving it smacks as he watched it bounce back.
His sack would also hit the warmth of your vulva, adding to the stimulation on both ends, skin slapping, squelching, and obscene groans drowning out the world.
While arousing, a particular high-pitched cry prompts him to hoist you up against him, making you gasp as he brings a hand to your mouth, muffling your whiny sounds.
“Shhh, they’re gonna hear you, baby.” Take it and be a good girl for me, yeah?” he says lowly, aware of the thin walls of this hotel and how your friends are rooming just right next door. There’s a good chance they can hear your heavy pants and can imagine the pornographic scene happening on the other side of the wall.
He reels you back to reality only for a second with his words, breathes irregular and whimpering when he suddenly removes his length. Your hole drips slick and clenches at nothing from his withdraw, anxious for him to put his dick back in during the few seconds your sex remains empty.
When he slides it back in, you both groan, your eyes falling shut before Cheol traces your bottom lip and falls to grip his hand gently around your neck, just under your chin to get you to meet his face in the mirror.
“Eyes on me, baby.” you swallowed hard from his gravely tone and firm hold, melting immediately when he kisses along your jawline when you followed his command like a good girl.
And when he falls back into a solid tempo of breaking you open, your head is thrown back as he numbs your being with the hard drill of his cock.
An arm of his is wrapped around just under your breasts, holding you up sturdy as he pounds that pussy of yours, his pants intertwining with your own desperate cries.
Your tits swing and erect buds brushed against his forearm, sweat leaking and dripping onto one another’s body, limbs and flesh moving and flapping in harmony.
As if you weren’t already strung out enough, the fingers on his other hand dip down to your front, deciding to massage that throbbing clit of yours, mouth falling open into broken gasps and shuddering from his touch.
He touches your trigger through expert fingers, your nerves and inner thighs quaking from the intense pleasure. Cheol still fucks you from behind as he multitasks with your clit, wanting to make you cum like you mean it.
Looking at him in the mirror pathetically through the fan of your lashes, his face is scrunched in concentration and at the kick he gets from sliding his wood through your silky wetness.
When his sounds range closer together and become guttural and croaky, you know he’s about to stuff you with his filling.
There’s a pleading look in your orbs, though, you don’t know exactly what it is that you’re begging for. To cum? For him to fill you up with no hesitation? To not stop no matter how your knees are currently buckling and how big he is for your swollen hole? All of the above?
Whatever it was that you were wanting, you knew he’d leave you soaked and sore like a slut.
Through his heaving, he encourages you to let loose for him. He sinks his teeth into his lower lip, growling like a rabid animal when your walls suffocate his entire length, squeezing him like you want to rip his hardness open.
“Cum for me, mama. Show me how much you love this dick, babygirl.” he grunts through gritted teeth, hissing and cursing when you do in fact gush around his shaft, creamy canal belching cum as your sex has been deliciously abused enough.
That triggers his own release, his deep, drawn-out moans contrasting from your airy cries. His cock head spouts a shower of cum, much to his relief, blending with the sap of your own release.
Your inner thighs are twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm, chest rising and falling in attempt to remember how to breathe properly as you fall into the come down.
Cheol jerks into you a couple more times, loose strands of black hair sticking from sweat into his forehead, his ragged breaths hitting the side of your face as he still held you up against him.
His hands smoothed over your plush belly and hips, thanking you for your service through butterfly kisses along your neck and flushed cheek, making you smile weakly as you’re still trying to wake up from the daze his dick put you in.
However, it is the sudden repeated knocks against the bathroom wall that has you both jolting, a gasp in shock leaving your lips as Cheol’s hold on you only gets more protective.
“We heard you two fucking! Hurry up you horndogs!” it’s clear the loud voice from the other side is coming from one of your male friends, making your face change into a deep shade of red, embarrassment being an understatement to having your friends basically having a free show of the dirty business you two got up to.
Seungcheol pulls out of you, his cock sopping wet in cum and your core leaking secretions down to your thighs as he rolls his eyes from his friend’s mouth, making a mental note to get his ass back for his disturbance later.
“I told you we should’ve waited!” you huffed, suddenly feeling like you have a million cameras on you, insecure of what you’ve done as if you weren’t grown adults in a private room.
Your boyfriend simply checks out your flustered state giving him a look of distress from your pouted face through the mirror. You were so fucking cute that he almost forgets how he was just stroking, slapping, and creaming your tight cunt. Almost.
He smirks, not really caring in the end. After all, he ended up getting what he wanted.
He wraps his arms around your neck, still from behind, naked frontside pressing into your form, not minding the sticky substances and sweat that gets collected and pressed into each other.
“No regrets.” he mumbles into your cheek, making you faux a frown even as he kisses your cheek, trying to remain annoyed.
But when you can feel his manhood still hard, butting your ass, you fear he has you wrapped around his finger, and it doesn’t seem like you’ll be making out of this room tonight.
At least you two had dessert.
And luckily, there’s plenty more where that came from.
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