On My Birthday...? Really: C.S
SMUT | 18+ | MDNI
HAH don't you love how late this is... me either. I'm so sorry 🥹
->Starring: S. CoupsxAfab!reader ->Genre: Angst, Smut -> Words: 1.82k ->Cw: Explicit language, unprotected sex, creampie, kinda toxic relationship, some yelling, Coups is a little mean... but like so are we...
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All you’d wanted was a nice night out for Seungcheol’s birthday.
After the past two weeks, it felt like the least you could give him, a few hours where you weren’t snapping at each other over nothing.
The tension had been building in small arguments, stacking one on top of the other until you couldn’t even remember what had started half of them.
He’d mentioned wanting to go to some club downtown, somewhere with loud music, low lights, and a little too many sweaty bodies pressed against each other.
You’d agreed without hesitation, even going so far as to splurge on a new dress, something you knew would catch his eye the moment he saw you in it.
Now you stood in front of the bedroom mirror, smoothing your hands down the fabric for what felt like the tenth time. You adjusted a strap, then turned slightly to check the back, hoping he would like the way your dress hugs your figure.
In the living room, you could hear him moving around, keys clinking against the counter. Then, you caught it, a muttered comment under his breath.
You would’ve missed it if he were another foot away, but you heard it loud and clear
But still, you turned toward the door, frowning. “What was that?” you called, keeping your tone even, though the knot in your stomach had already tightened.
“Nothing,” came his clipped reply.
Your eyes narrowed at your reflection. “Sounded like something.” You knew exactly what had come out of his mouth; you wanted to hear him say it.
He appeared in the doorway, still in a black button-down, sleeves rolled to his forearms, hair perfect, expression anything but. “I said it’s fine. But if you’re going to take another thirty minutes, we might as well just stay in.”
Your brows shot up. “Excuse me? I’ve been ready to go since you told me what time to be ready.”
“Ready?” He gestured to you, his frustration simmering. “You’ve been fixing your hair, your dress, checking your phone-”
“That’s called getting ready, Seungcheol.” You crossed your arms, heat starting to rise in your voice. “I’m not the one who spent twenty minutes deciding between two identical shirts.”
His jaw flexed. “So now you’re keeping score?”
You threw your hands up. “No, but apparently you are.”
The tension between you two was almost too much to bear. It had been like this for weeks, snapping at each other over nothing, avoiding eye contact during breakfast, pretending you weren’t annoyed when you both very much were.
Now all of that unspoken tension was bleeding into one stupid argument over… what? The time? The fact that you were both already wound too tight?
“You know what?” he said, stepping into the room fully. “I’m not doing this with you right now. Not tonight.”
“Oh, but any other night it’s fine?” you shot back, your voice raised in volume. “You can walk around with an attitude, but the second I push back, suddenly I’m ruining the night?”
"You think this is all my fault?"
"I'm not the one who's been passive-aggressive all day. It makes it really hard to want to keep doing this."
His eyes darken. “On my birthday…? Really?” The words came out raw, like he couldn’t believe you’d crossed some invisible line.
You took a deep breath. “It’s like this every day, Cheol. You think I wanted to fight with you on your birthday? You think I want to fight with you at all?”
“Doesn’t feel like you’re trying not to!” he yelled, the sound ricocheting in the small space between you.
You took a step toward him. “Maybe if you actually told me what’s been bothering you instead of snapping at every little thing-”
“Oh, don’t even start,” he cut in, voice dropping lower but sharper. “You’ve been pulling away for weeks, and you think I haven’t noticed? You think I’m just… what? Too stupid to see it?”
“I’m not pulling away-” you started, but he was already closing the gap between you.
“Yes, you are,” he said, his voice a growl now, standing so close you could see the faint twitch in his jaw. “It’s driving me fucking insane.”
You swallowed hard, feeling your pulse spike. “You’re not exactly making it easy to be close to you.”
Something dangerous flickered in his eyes, but instead of snapping back, his gaze dropped briefly to your lips. That single glance was enough to send heat rushing through you, even as your nails dug into your palms to keep from trembling.
“God, you make me so mad,” he murmured, almost to himself.
“Then do something about it.” you whispered back, breathless, your anger twisting into something you didn’t want to name.
His hand shot up, fingers curling around the back of your neck, dragging you forward until your chest hit his. His lips smashed against yours in a rush.
The kiss was heated and messy, lips and teeth clashing together, but neither of you cared. The heat between you two was the only thing you could focus on.
His tongue swiped against your bottom lip, but the anger still resided in you, so you denied. His grip tightened around the back of your neck, and his teeth sank down into your lip. Not too hard, but hard enough.
You gasped into his mouth, and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue through, drawing a moan out of both of you. One of his hands grips your waist, pulling you flush against him. The air between you shifted from heated argument to incessant need.
His mouth was hot and unyielding against yours; the kiss was an outlet for you both to express the anger, guilt, and pent-up tension. Your hands bunched in the fabric of his shirt, yanking him closer even as your heart pounded from the fight.
Seungcheol’s hand slid from the back of your neck to the small of your back, pulling you away from him, flushed and breathless.
“I’m still mad at you.” He mutters, placing a small kiss against your lips
“Then let me make it up to you.” You whisper
Then his mouth was on yours again, slower this time, deliberate. His tongue brushed yours, sending a hot shiver down your spine..
His hands gripped your hips hard enough to make you gasp, thumbs pressing into your skin through the thin fabric of your dress. He dragged you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. The motion knocked you off balance, and he guided you down onto the mattress without breaking the kiss.
He trailed kisses from your lips, brushing your cheek, down to your jaw, then your neck. You tilted your head to give him more access.
His hands slid up the backs of your thighs, slow and teasing, pushing your dress higher inch by inch. You reached for his shirt, fumbling with the buttons in your rush to get it off him. He leaned back just enough to shrug it off, revealing warm skin and the tense line of muscle down his chest.
Your hand travels down his toned chest to the waistband of his jeans, but before you can move it any further, he grabs your wrist.
“Uh uh. Your turn,” he said, voice deep, tugging at the strap of your dress. He pulled it down slowly, his knuckles grazing your skin until the fabric slid off your shoulders and pooled at your waist.
His gaze raked over you, eyes dark with something primal. “Fuck,” he muttered before leaning down to capture your lips again. His hands roamed freely now, over your ribs, your waist, down to your hips, every touch making you ache for more.
They make their way back up, gripping and pinching at your tits. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He leaned down, taking your right nipple in his mouth, causing a small gasp to escape you. He quickly switched to the left before pulling off with a pop.
His fingers trailed down and hooked under the waistband of your panties, he paused, eyes locking with yours. “Tell me you want this.”
You swallowed hard, pulse racing. “I want this. I want you.”
The corner of his mouth lifted in that wicked, satisfied smile you knew too well, and then he slid the thin fabric down your legs, finding you already soaked for him.
"You're really this wet just from us yelling at each other?" He teased, finger tips brushing over your clit.
“What? Can’t speak now? You had so much to say earlier,” he teased, his thumb stroking slow, deliberate circles that made your breaths come out in pants.
You pulled him down for another kiss, messy and open-mouthed, your hands sliding down his back to pull him even closer. The teasing was making you dizzy, every slow drag of his touch, every scrape of his teeth against your skin sending sparks through your body.
“Seungcheol,” you whispered, voice breaking in that way you knew he loved.
“Mm?” His lips ghosted over your collarbone as his fingers worked you closer and closer to the edge.
“Don’t tease me,” you managed, and that was all it took.
He groaned low in his throat, shifting to push his pants off without taking his hands off you for more than a second.
He grabbed the base of his cock and dragged it around, spreading your slick. You let out a loud moan when he finally pushed into you. Slowly inching his way into your tight walls
“God, you feel so good,” he muttered, forehead pressed to yours as he moved, starting slow, almost torturous, before finding the rhythm that had you clawing at his shoulders.
Every thrust carried the same intensity as the fight you had minutes ago. Your moans mingled with his rough breaths, echoing off your bedroom walls.
His hands gripped the back of your thighs, pushing them against your chest, causing his cock to fuck into you deeper.
“Mmm fuck Cheol. I’m so close.”
He held both your legs with one hand, and the other came down, thumb brushing against your clit. Your walls fluttered around him as you came closer to your orgasm.
“Cum for me baby. Be a good girl and cum for me.” He groans and moves his hips faster.
Your eyes roll back, and your pussy contracts around him, triggering his own orgasm.
His hand releases your legs, and they fall lazily as he leans down to press his lips to your again.
You lie there, breathing hard in comfortable silence before he slowly pulls out and grabs a tissue to clean you up.
The feeling of bliss quickly replaced any animosity you had held earlier. Even more so when you felt his arm wrap around you, snuggling you closer.
“On my birthday,” he murmured again, this time with a smirk you could feel against your skin.
You laughed weakly, still catching your breath. “Happy birthday, Cheol.”
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