cinnamon girl
🌙 starring. Choi Seungcheol x afab!Reader
🔮 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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🔮 preview. He’s so sexy, and you look up at him, loving the way the water drips down his chiseled chest, his curls all wet. You like the way his skin flushes, not from the temperature of the shower, but from you working him up with your mouth. The sounds he makes are the true goal, however, and the deep groans seem to echo in the small shower, filling you with confidence as you suck harder on his cock.
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.
👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 2.3k I teaser wc. 100
🌙 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.
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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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