the sound of your baby crying plays loudly from your electronic babysitter device. the conversation dies for a bit, and as you're ready to get up, seungcheol stops you.
"it's okay, i'll go get her", he says with a kiss to your cheek.
seungcheol leaves you with his members, answering mingyu's hundred questions, laughing whenever minghao tells him to calm down and asking if vernon is okay, because the poor dude seems scared of the very idea of meeting your daughter.
"you're all idiots", jihoon shakes his head, arms crossed as he laughs with you.
the commotion ends when you hear seungcheol's voice, but also coming from the device you're holding it.
"hey, peanut", he softly says. "it's okay, appa is here. come here."
you could clearly imagine seungcheol picking her up. your eyes meet mingyu's, and the boy is smiling from ear to ear.
"he forgot the babysitter is on", mingyu states, covering his mouth and giggling like a little girl.
"did you sleep well? was it a good nap?", the leader keeps talking. "i hope you're recharged, because your uncles are waiting to meet you. you're already so loved, and i know you're gonna love them back. they can be too much sometimes but don't worry, appa will always be here to help you kick their asses."
the baby girl in his arms make a cute noise, as if she's agreeing to seungcheol.
"yeah, you already know that, don't you?", he laughs.
"he's such a goner", jihoon comments. "he was already a softie, but now being a girl dad..."
vernon chuckles, agreeing with his hyung.
"okay, let's go", seungcheol's voice echoes through the device again. "here's your blanket, it's chilly outside. are you happy that you're gonna meet your uncles? your eyes are shining, baby girl, you seem..."
his voice fades, and as you hear his steps down the hallway you're quick to turn off your end of the babysitter - you didn't want seungcheol to know that his little moment with his daughter has been leaked.
and as he walks into the living room, proudly announcing your baby's name with a smile on his face, you realize that his members didn't want either.
push up on me and sweat, darling || choi seungcheol
Pairing: Scoups x f.reader
Synopsis: you love watching your boyfriend workout and this time, you try something new.
Warnings: suggestive, kissing, fluff
wc: 915 words.
a/n: okayyy, so this is my first fic? drabble? it's just a little something i wrote when i was simping over my man. hope yall like reading it!
credits: @choco-scoups @livmarauder @mellowgyu @caratchronicles thank you my lovesss for reading it and giving me the confidence to post it.
"I'm home!!", you sing out as you close the door to your apartment but don't receive a reply. Turning around, you expect to see your boyfriend lounging on the sofa as usual, except he's not. Confused, you look at the clock and realise that you've come home early today. He must be working out in the gym room with his headphones on. Shaking your head, you decide to freshen up first.
You step out of the shower, thinking of what to have for dinner when you realise Seungcheol is still in the gym room. Smiling to yourself, you go to the room to watch him because really, you love watching your boyfriend working out. He's so strong, it always awes you how easily he can remain unmoving no matter how hard anyone tries to move him. It's been a while since you got to see him in the gym so the thought makes you all giddy.
Seungcheol senses you immediately, opening the door and standing there as you watch him in the midst of his workout routine. He looks up at you and smiles, mouthing that he'll be done soon. He wasn't expecting you to be back so early, you're already in your pajamas, he realises. You just hum in response, and he goes back to doing his pushups but he can feel your gaze on him, he smirks to himself, he knows how much you love watching him workout.
You're leaning against the door eyeing his arms, I want to bite him, god it's not fair that he looks so good, you think to yourself when an idea clicks in your mind. You refrain from giggling and walk over to him.
Seungcheol is confused why you're standing beside him but thinks nothing of it when you suddenly lie down and slip under him. It's abrupt and stuns him enough to freeze in his plank position. He's confused and it shows on his face, he doesn't understand what just happened, he's not sure what to make of this situation.
You look at his expression and smirk to yourself, proud of catching him off-guard.
"Push up on me and sweat, darling." Saying those words, you start giggling, unable to keep a straight face any longer. It's at this moment when Seungcheol realises what you're playing at and he shakes his head, chuckling.
"Sliding under me and quoting South of the border, now are we my love?" He starts smirking, two can play this game, he thinks as he decides that he wants to see you flustered in his arms. He starts doing just as you told him to, he continues his pushup reps.
It's your turn to be frozen on the ground as your boyfriend starts quite literally doing pushups on you. Your heart is racing as he comes so close to you only to move away the next second. You lay there as he continues to torment you, not sure how much longer you can take his teasing.
Seungcheol is satisfied to see you wide eyed and flushed, just as he imagined. He chuckles, finding you adorable but the sound sparks something inside you. Looking at his smug face, you're determined to play him at his own game.
The next moment, Seungcheol is stunned yet again as you suddenly peck his lips. You've managed to fluster him twice in the span of just a few minutes, he realises. He smiles, you've got him wrapped around your finger and there's nowhere he would rather be.
Seeing him smile like that with hearts in his eyes as he looks down at you, your heart melts, god he's so beautiful, he takes my breath away. You see the love in his eyes, the love he has for you and it makes you heady, it always does, you don't think you can ever get used to the fact that he loves you so much.
Since you started this game by teasing him, he's not going to let you win, and so he does something you don't expect him to. He continues through his last set of pushups and pecks you with every rep. It renders you immobile as you just lay there on the ground, feeling so fond and soft as he continues to kiss you like that.
Once he's done with the last of his workout for the day, he traps you under him with his thighs on either side of your hips. You see the moment his eyes darken with desire, and you're sure your eyes mirror the intensity of his emotions. He kisses you hard this time, not stopping until you're both out of breath.
" Cheol, I love you so much." You whisper as you try to catch your breath.
He smiles wide, "I love you more, my love, more than I ever thought I could."
As you're both smiling at each other, Seungcheol suddenly gets up and picks you up in his arms; you yelp as he carries you to your room.
"Now, did you think you could just pull that stunt and get away with it, sweetheart?"
"What if I did? What are you gonna do about it, cheollie?"
"Oh, you'll find out my love, don't worry, we have all night."
His words send a shiver down your spine as you anticipate what the night has in store, what he has in store for you. As he lays you down on your bed, you think to yourself, there's nowhere else I'd want to be.
What about seungcheol who loves to spoil reader who has a hard time accepting gifts and compliments. He can go a bit overboard sometimes when buying things he sees she likes but he just wants her to have everything she wants
forgive me for how long this took, i got real sick and work got INSANE!
god bless whoever seungcheol ends up dating because this is a headcanon i wholeheartedly believe in!
pairing: idol!seungcheol x surgeon!reader
genre: fluff
wc: 1.5k
warnings: mentions of surgery, reader thinks their car gets stolen
The balls of your feet have been aching since you started your shift but in the last hour, the ache has morphed into a burn. Pins and needles are shooting up your spine as you stretch over your patient's stitches.
"Scissors," you call out, a millisecond later the tool you asked for is placed into your gloved hand, the blades of the tool glinting under your headlamp. Finishing your last corner stitch, the tension in your arms and shoulders finally release with the breath that you let out. You thank your team for their work and ask for one of the residents on the case to update the family. Normally, this is a task you like to take care of but with how today went, all you want is the comfort of your bed.
Tossing your scrubs in the designated bin, you opt to forego a shower in fear that you'll fall sleep and bear the humiliation of a fellow attending finding you. As you make your way out of the double doors, you swipe to your conversation with your boyfriend, Seungcheol. The last time you texted was 8 hours ago, right before you were supposed to go home.
Got pulled into emergency surgery :(( Might be a while, don't wait up. Sorry I couldn't welcome you home.
S'okay baby, the guys all wanna grab drinks dinner anyways.
At least I'll wake up to your gorgeous face tomorrow.
You know I look like a zombie in the morning…
Have fun with the boys! Drink water when you get home!
Seungcheol had just wrapped a tour and was on his way home. Today was supposed to be an easy day — rounds, 2 consultations, and a laminectomy. All of that you could do in your sleep. But then one of your consultations turned into a terminal diagnosis and your minimally invasive laminectomy converted to open back surgery. Even with those two hiccups, you were still set to get home before he was. As you were about to leave, the head nurse of your unit called out that an emergency surgery was coming up in the next ten.
You're about to wave him off and tell him that it should be for the on-call surgeon, but he cut you off telling you that Dr. Na was already in another surgery. And that's how you ended up treating a GSW to the neck that leaves you unable to celebrate your boyfriend's homecoming.
You send him a quick message saying you'd be home in the next 20 to see if he was still up. Sighing, your thumb hovers over the call icon. He's likely already asleep —either jetlagged, drunk, or both. Choosing not to bother him, your phone gets shoved into your back pocket and you fish your car keys out of your bag. Entering the third floor of the parking garage, you click the unlock button, but you don't hear the familiar beep of your car.
A frown makes it's way on your face before you click the button again, believing that you must have imagined not hearing your car. But when you press it again, there's still no sound. Looking up, you don't see your car in it's normal spot.
"Fucking great," you mutter out.
Who the fuck steal's a doctor's car?! (Lots of people probably, you're a world class surgeon). Wildly annoyed, you fish your phone out your pocket to call a taxi, you'll be damned if you wake up your boyfriend to come get you. Realizing the spotty service you have in the garage, you make your way out to the street to hail for a ride home. Exiting the garage, you're expecting an empty street, but what greets you is your very handsome, very famous boyfriend leaning against his cherry red sports car.
He's wearing a mask, but nothing can hide the smile in his eyes when he makes eye contact with you.
"Cheol? W-what are you—" He cuts you off when he wraps you in a hug and lifts you off your feet. Whispering iterations of "I missed you" and "I love you" as he peppers kisses all over your face. Urging him to let you down, you ask what he's doing here.
"Picking you up silly! Oh!" He turns around and steps back to grab something from the car and he returns with a bouquet of deep red roses.
"I know these aren't your favorite flowers, but this was what I could find this late." You take them hesistantly and thank him. Another gentle peck and he gently guides you towards the car, his hand on the small of your back as he opens the car door for you. While you wait for him to go around to the driver's side, your mind is racing a mile a minute. You're still trying to figure out what to do about your car, you've barely recovered from work, and you're in absolute shock that your boyfriend decided to come and pick you up.
When he finally gets into the car, he immediately senses the alarm bells in your head. Gently placing his hand on your cheek, he turns your fave towards him.
"What's goin' on in that pretty lil head of yours?"
"Cheol, I'm really happy to see you, I really am…" Your pause isn't for dramatic effect, it's to try and unscramble the word soup that is floating where your brain should be.
"But?"
You spill into how exhausting work had become and your words are coming out of your mouth faster than your brain can process. Before you know it, you're freaking out about the fact that you think your car was either stolen or towed. He has to squeeze your shoulders to remind you to breathe.
"Your car is fine love, don't worry about it," he says as he rubs circles into your very tense, very raised shoulders.
"How can you say that?! You don't know that! Cheol I can't think str—"
"Baby, your car is fine. And I know because I took it home."
You look at Cheol like he had grown two heads. He sighs dejectedly and revs the car to life, the vibrations making you jump a bit. You're not quite sure by what your boyfriend means but before you can ask another question, he places a kiss to your cheek and tells you to wait for when you get home. Sure enough, when you get home your car is sitting in the driveway, looking just how it did when you parked it in the hospital's garage earlier in the day.
Seungcheol is basically guiding you out of the car and into your shared home. As he opens the door, he looks at you sheepishly.
"This was supposed to be a surprise but I can feel the frantic energy off you and that is the last thing you need," he warmly whispers against your ear. You peer into your apartment and it's covered in rose petals and bags as far as the eye can see. Guiding you inside, like he has been the entire time, your breath is caught in your throat.
"Cheol…" He shushes you by turning you to him and placing a kiss on your lips.
"I know. You're gonna say this is too much, unfortunately for you I don't believe in such a thing," he says as he jerks his head towards the plethora of gifts that litter your living room. He spins you back around towards the gifts and encourages you to start opening. Knowing that he's just as stubborn as you are, you comply. As you move towards them, he begins explaining how this situation even came about.
He confesses that he'd been planning this since the time you came to one of the stops of the tour. Luck seemed to go his way when their flight back into South Korea got in earlier than expected. It showed up for him again when he remembered that there was a spare key to your car inside his and once that fact came to light, he had Mingyu drive him over to the hospital. Jokingly he says that had you not been pulled in every direction during work, this plan likely would not have worked.
With each gift you open, you are finding it harder and harder to keep the tears in your eyes at bay. Although you aren't the biggest fan of your boyfriend spending exorbitant amounts of money on you, you have to give him credit. He always spoils you with things that you always want. Even things that you've only ever mentioned in passing. You point this out when you're unwrapping one of the boxes and you recognize the branded wrapping paper.
"Choi Seungcheol, you didn't!" You gasp as you pull out the limited edition bracelet from under the paper. You try to wrap your mind around the fact that you had only talked about this bracelet once and it was to whine about the fact that you had missed the deadline to pre-order it before it sold out. He pinches your side softly for using his full name but kisses your shoulder after you tell him how much you love it.
"And that's exactly why I'll spend every cent on you. The way your smile feels is a high I'll chase to the ends of the earth."
Summary: You know what you're doing is wrong, but it just feels too good to stop.
Genre: smut, mini-series
Pairing: Seungcheol x afab!stylist!reader
Warnings: smut, explicit language, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this), dacryphilia(?), semi-public sex, creampie, spanking, mean dom!Cheol, hair pulling, lemme know if I missed anything!
Rating: mature
Word count: 552
Note: This is a longer drabble of this thot. @brownsugarbaybee I have a feeling you'll enjoy this.
Thank you to @tomodachiii and @c-oupsie for helping me with the ending, and sorry for suddenly attacking you both.
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This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong.
Chants in your head as Cheol continues to pound into you from behind. But fuck, it feels so good. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes back and let a few moans escape.
“Shhh, quiet baby don’t want anyone to hear us now, do we?” He whispers in your ear as his hand snakes up your body to cover your mouth.
It’s true. You don’t want anyone to hear you cause you’re not in a private space right now; you’re in one of Seventeen’s assigned dressing rooms. How did this happen? You think to yourself. You were just supposed to do your job as a stylist and help him get his stage outfit on, and yet here you are, getting dicked down by him instead. Sensing your brain drifting, he starts pounding into you harder, making you let out a muffled squeal against his hand.
“I thought I asked you to be quiet, baby, don’t make me choke you now,” he tauntingly whispers. You can’t see him, but you just know he has a smirk painting his face. You let out a sound of protest, but the sound of moaning quickly replaced it.
“What was that baby?” He snickers as he continues to wreck you.
You try to respond, but your brain has melted and is consumed by him; he just feels so good, stretching you out and filling you up. You suddenly felt a smack against your ass, making you gasp against his hand. He rubs his hand over the spot to soothe it before smacking it again harder. The cycle repeats until salty tears stream down your face, streaking your makeup. You felt a sudden tug on your hair, causing your head to tilt back and allowing Seungcheol to look at your tear-streaked face.
“Fuck, you look so good fucked out like this,” he chuckles against your ear, “I’m the only one who can make you feel this way, right baby?” You weakly nod against his hold and let out a pitiful whimper, making him snicker at your pathetic state. You feel his thrusts getting sloppy.
“Shit, I’m close,” he grunts. “Cum with me, baby. Cum all over my cock like the good little whore you are,” he growls, his hot breath against your ear. You cum around him, hard, almost passing out due to the intensity of the orgasm.
“Gonna stuff you full of my cum. Gonna fill you up,” he rambles as he continues to pound into you, making you whine from overstimulation. With a deep, guttural moan, he buries himself inside you and cums in you, filling you up to the brim. Your body trembles under him as he continues to ride his orgasm out.
He pulls out of you and then pulls your panties back up, making you cringe at how they stick to your skin. He turns you around and looks satisfied at your ruined state. He cups your cheek and gently caresses it, the stark opposite of how he treated you just seconds before. He leans in, lips almost touching yours.
“Better keep my cum in you till I get back; I’ll make sure to fuck it back into you later,” he whispers huskily before leaving you alone and fucked out in the dressing room.
Honestly I’m still feeling the summer heat so perhaps a Drabble of a normal day with your bf Seungcheol in your apartment or whatever & you’re both dying bc of the #heat but it’s ok because they both have eachother? Or vacation vibes? Like I’m missing July 2025 dearly
genre: boyfriend! Seungcheol x f.reader, fluff
warnings: some suggestive talk (are we surprised)
word count: 855
c’s note: thank you for sending this! I tried to write a normal day with your bf during summer heat. Something fluffy and lighthearted :)
The cicadas hum in the background. Angry afternoon sun glares at the earth, particularly zooming in on your neighborhood and your house.
You hunch in your office chair, peeling your sweaty thin shirt off your skin, fanning your hand inside your shirt in hopes it helps cool you down.
It doesn’t.
You rub your eyes in frustration, starting to lose your composure because of the summer heat. The AC in your house has conveniently broken down during desperate times. The community maintenance guy is busier than the CEO of your company having you on the waiting list from the last two days. You swear you saw him humming around the lot yesterday.
Your laptop comes alive as a work message slides in, a colleague asking for your help to complete a task that should have been done by now. You wipe the sweat off your forehead, shutting your laptop close before you lose your last two percent of patience and snap at your coworker.
The house is silent except for a few sounds the wood and windows make from being under the crackling sun for hours, your footsteps echoing your arrival to your boyfriend.
Seungcheol is sitting on the couch with his own work laptop. Your lips twist in displeasure and in pleasure at the sight of his bare chest adorned beautifully with sweat. It’s unfair considering how handsome he looks even in the moments of disaster.
You make your way towards the couch, resisting yourself at the last minute falling over him. Any physical touch in the last two days has met with a frown and more sweat. You leave a respectable space between you two, pulling the long oversized thin tee down your thighs.
Seungcheol pauses typing a mail midway, he wiggles his hand between your pressed thighs, squeezing your inner thigh in greeting. You spread your legs, slapping his hand away, “it’s hot.”
“Not hotter than you.” Seungcheol’s gaze travels down your body, loving the summer heat as he gets to see you dressed as lightly as possible. “I told you to remove this shirt, you know, more air, less sweat.”
You roll your eyes unimpressed. “You would love that now, wouldn’t you.”
He bites his lip, imagining you walking around naked. “Yeah.”
You slap his chest earning a fake howl of pain. “I think I might die from this heat,” you grab his small portable fan from the coffee table, aiming it towards your face, not heeding your boyfriend’s protests. “Ah, peace.”
He grumbles under his breath, scooching towards you to get at least some of the air from the fan. “I told you I will buy you one.”
“Well, Mr. Choi, I didn’t dream we would be stuck in this scorching heat with no AC. It would be pointless to have one now, since the maintenance can be here any minute.”
He scoffs, “I don’t think so.”
“Let a girl dream, will you?” You scowl.
He grumbles under his breath saying something about unrealistic dreams as he resumes completing the abandoned mail. You sit in silence watching him type, aiming the fan towards him for two seconds from the kindness of your heart but it only irritates him further. You stifle a giggle letting him attend his impromptu work call all the while you idle beside him.
Once the call is done Seungcheol gives you his piece of mind regarding your cruel plays (how you show him paradise and snatch it away before he can fully enjoy it), you bug him to bring over the soda from the fridge.
He stares at you incredulously, “not a word went into that head of yours.”
You giggle, pushing him off the couch with your feet, “please, please, please.”
Seungcheol groans, glaring at you while he pushes his laptop onto your lap, standing up, his bones cracking from moving after a long period of time.
“Oldie,” you snicker under your breath, you swear you said that to yourself but Seungcheol isn’t that old enough to not hear you yet.
He pinches your cheek causing you to flap like a bird. “I’m sorry!”
The apology eases his frown, leaving you alone to bring your soda. You resist the urge to play around his work laptop remembering the time you once undid his report, and saw a new side of Seungcheol that night. Never again.
He is back within a few minutes, grabbing his laptop and sets it down on the coffee table before handing you the soda tin.
“You are feeling hot, right?”
You open the tin, drinking the liquid that spills out, looking at him with a question mark. “Yeah?” You lick the sweet taste off your lips.
“I found a solution.”
“Are we moving into the refrigerator? I don’t think we can fit into—no! Seungcheol! No! Where is it!”
Seungcheol runs away after grabbing the collar of your already stretched tee, dropping ice cubes inside your tee. You spring up from the couch, soda spilling onto the floor, maybe onto the couch but you are busy dancing to get the ice off your body and chasing your man to get your revenge.
GENRE: relationship, hurt, pain, doubts, fluff, anguish with a happy ending
SUMMARY: Cheol has doubts about you and you leave home
I'd noticed Cheol was acting strange for days, but I didn't want to give it any importance.
I noticed he was more affectionate than usual, but there was sadness in his husband's face. When we had sex, it wasn't wild. I don't want to say it was ALWAYS wild; we also made love, but we both liked being wild. Lately, the sex had been gentle, with lots of caressing, compliments, and he'd say "I love you" in the middle of sex.
It was a Saturday night, and Cheol was making dinner. I was sitting there telling him something that had happened with my friends, but he was distracted.
"Cheol!" I called out for the fifth time, raising my voice.
"Sorry honey, I was deep in thought." Tell me," he replied without looking up from the chopping block where he was cutting vegetables.
I got down from my chair and approached him. I touched his back to ask him to turn toward me.
"Cheol, what's wrong?" I've noticed you've been missing for a few days. You know you can talk to me about anything." He looked at me silently from above.
"I'm fine" he replied, giving me a fake smile. "Nothing's wrong, babe."
I didn't believe him, but I didn't want to insist any further. I knew him too well; I knew he overthought things, and when he was ready, he'd tell me.
One afternoon, I received a text from him.
Cheol❤️: Don't wait for me tonight. I'm going out for drinks with the guys, and I don't know if I'll be back home.
It seemed sudden. Cheol usually took me with him when he met up with the guys, but I didn't want to pressure him.
T/N: Okay, have fun. Let me know when you get home so I know you're okay. I love you.
He didn't answer my text. I stared at my phone, not knowing what to do or think. Tears started to form in my eyes.
I wanted to be strong; I didn't want to get dramatic and assume the worst. I trusted him.
It was 3 in the morning, and I still hadn't heard from him. I sent him one more text to see if he was okay, but I didn't get a response either.
I felt my heart sink, and I started to cry. I couldn't stop it.
I fell asleep on the couch with my phone in my hand. I'd barely slept. My eyes were puffy and a sadness weighed on me. The hours passed, and Cheol didn't come back or write to me. I was falling apart.
It was getting close to night when I heard the doorbell. It was him.
I'm unable to move or hide my vulnerable state. I look at him from the couch. The moment he lays eyes on me, I can't stop my eyes from filling with tears. I don't know whether to be angry with him or relieved that he's finally back.
Cheol kneels in front of me and brings his hands to my face.
"Baby please don't cry, forgive me." Through my blurred vision. I can see him puckering up in concern.
"Forgive you..For what, Cheol? For not telling me what's going on and letting me imagine things? For not communicating with me? For leaving me alone?" I say between sobs and turn my head to take Cheol's hands off me.
"No, baby no, please look at me. I swear I'll explain everything." At that moment, I can't help but get angry.
"What took you so long to talk to me?" Cheol, I gave you all the space you needed and waited in silence for a month while you watched me fade away, waiting.
"Yeobo… I'm really sorry," he says, resting his head between my knees. I clench my fists tightly against the couch to keep my hands from going into his hair.
"Please… Let me explain everything to you, please" he says, looking up, and I see his eyes pleading with me.
"I'm listening."
"Fine.." he replies, taking a breath.
"You see… Do you remember a few weeks ago I met up with an old group of friends? Not friends from the industry, but friends from school, some of the few I had left?" I nod silently.
"When I met up with them that night, they started asking me questions about 'the world I move in' and asked me how I managed to endure it." I asked them why they said that, and they told me no one could stay by my side for that long with my pace of life. That these kinds of relationships never work out. Months on tour, nights without coming home because of my busy schedule, canceled dates, days where I just want to stay home and rest, and then I… I thought maybe they were right, that one day I'd come home and you'd tell me you're tired of always waiting for me, that I couldn't give you what you deserve."
"Cheol, I thought you trusted me, that we could always talk things over and work things out." You preferred to drag this out, creating confusion and pain for both of us, rather than simply talking to me." I reply, hurt.
"I know, I know," he says, grabbing my hands in his and nervously caressing my knuckles. "Last night when I told Jeonghan and Joshua, they told me that…"
I roughly pull my hands away from his.
"You preferred to talk to them about this before talking to me?" I ask angrily.
He seems surprised by my reaction. He tries to take my hands again.
"No, Cheol, no." I say, moving away from him a little and looking at him coldly.
"You were supposed to trust me. For God's sake, Cheol, your girlfriend. You should care about what I think, not anyone else."
"I know now, babe. I was an idiot." I don't let him continue.
"Have I ever complained?" Have I ever simply said something to you that made you doubt?
"No" is all he manages to say as he bows his head.
"Well, you've made me doubt, Cheol." I get up and head for the door.
"Y/n, where are you going?" he asks, following me.
"I'm leaving. Right now I need to figure out how I feel, and with you here, I can't. I need to think." I say as I put on my shoes and grab my jacket and bag.
"Please, Y/n… Don't go" I see his eyes getting moist.
"I'm sorry, Seungcheol. Now you'll understand how I've felt all this time" I finally say before opening the door and leaving.
I spend a week away from him, only responding to one of his hundreds of messages asking him to give me space to think and we'll talk when I'm clear-headed.
I spend a few days at Jeonghan and Seungkwan's house. They check on me every day and ask if I'm okay. I barely leave my room. They take turns bringing me lunch and dinner during that week, don't pester me with questions, and leave me alone until one night Seungkwan knocks on my door.
"Noona, can I come in?" he asks cautiously. I tell him to come in.
"Noona… I don't like seeing you like this.." he says as soon as he enters the room. I gesture for him to sit next to me on the bed.
"I hate seeing you and Cheol upset… I don't want you to think I'm saying this to defend that idiot leader. I'm totally on your side." But… These days he seems like a shadow of himself. I think he's not eating, he makes a lot of mistakes during practice, and he's in a bad mood all day. None of us dare say anything to him, and you don't leave this room. You two need to talk and work this out, Noona. You can't go on like this. We all know you love each other like crazy," he says, rolling his eyes.
"Yes, I love him" I say with a weak smile. It's true that I've missed him every day. I haven't stopped crying or thinking about him.
"Cheol is a grumpy idiot, and with his insufferable temper, he often screws up, but he loves you more than you know, Noona" Seungkwan says, gently placing his hand on mine, cautiously.
I can't stop crying.
"Nooooona" Seungkwan says exaggeratedly, pouting. "If you cry, I'm going to cry too."
"You're already crying idiot," I say between tears and laughter. I give him a big hug.
"Thanks, Kwani. Do you know if Cheol is home right now?" Seungkwan's eyes light up.
"Yes, of course! Jeonghan told us today. He didn't even come to the company."
I gather my things and thank the guys for everything they've done for me these past few days.
"Don't even mention it, Y/N" Jeonghan says. "You're part of the family." That makes my heart soften. I give them both a hug and head home to Cheol.
I take a deep breath before entering the house, feeling a knot in my stomach. When I enter, I find the apartment lit only by the living room lamp. Cheol is sitting on the couch; the TV is on, but he's clearly not paying attention. I know he's deep in thought.
"Cheol" I call softly.
He turns when he sees me and seems surprised.
"Baby.." he says, slowly getting up from the couch and cautiously approaching me.
We both look at each other with tears in our eyes. I know he wants to hug me, but he doesn't dare. I'm the one who throws myself into his arms.
Cheol wraps his big arms around me. I can feel him trembling.
"Baby,.. I've missed you so much" he says, his voice cracking. He hugs me tighter. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me for being such an idiot."
I pull away from him and look at him. I break down when I see him. Dark circles under his eyes, his cheekbones more prominent.
"Of course I forgive you, Cheol" I say before standing on tiptoe and giving him a soft kiss on the lips. It's a salty kiss, a kiss that conveys how much we've missed each other.
When we've calmed down, we sit down and talk.
"Cheol, I need you to listen to everything I have to say."
"Of course babe. I'm listening," he says seriously.
"Cheol… All of this has hurt me, that you doubted my love for you… It made me feel like maybe I wasn't showing you how much I love you." I see him try to interrupt, but I gesture with my hand for him to let me continue.
"I completely understand your point of view and that you've had those doubts because I've had them too. Have you ever stopped to think about my position, my fears? I'm just an ordinary girl, and you're a huge global star. Everyone adores you, and you have millions of fans, so many women in love with you. I've also thought I could lose you. I've also thought that maybe someone could give you something better than what I'm giving you, given that you have so much to choose from. The chats with your fans, the fan meetings, social media full of you and fake news, girls declaring their love for you. I'm a Cheol person; I have my fears and doubts, but I always believed in your love for me. When we started dating, I knew what I was up against and that I would have more to lose. I knew I wouldn't see you much, that I would have many lonely nights, but I chose your dream, I chose to support you, I chose to always stay by your side. You didn't force me. I love you, and I've always loved you." Your happiness is mine. I would never leave your side to pursue your dreams. I stay by your side to celebrate your triumphs''.
It seems like something inside him clicks.
"I love you" he says before kissing me passionately. "I'm a fool for doubting you. You're the best woman I could have by my side. There's no one like you. Thank you for letting me be by your side," he says, placing his hands on either side of my face and pressing his forehead to mine.
"I love you more than you know. So much that it hurts. I love you so much that it makes me weak, and I hate it. I let my fears take over me, and I was selfish for thinking only of myself. In all this time, you've never made me doubt myself or complained about my work. Now I realize that you're the strong one of the two of us. You've always supported me. I've only received smiles and love from you, and I realize now, I'm a huge fool."
I put my hands on top of his and look at him.
"Let's never doubt each other again, Cheol. Let's talk things through before we both suffer in silence. I'm your life partner. I'll always be by your side, for better or for worse. We're a team."
"Never again, I promise. We'll be the best team in the world."
We spent the rest of the night tangled up on the couch, talking about how sad our days apart have been, how foolish we've been.
I'm almost falling asleep on top of him when I hear him.
summary: you have a no-contact rule going with your ex, choi seungcheol, but fortunately unfortunately for you, he’s not really the type to follow them.
tags: ex! seungcheol x reader, seungcheol’s kind of toxic and doesn’t know how to let go, tit sucking (both cheol and reader), piv sex, protected sex, then unprotected sex (stay safe out there), pet names (daddy, good girl), cheol is written based off EXACTLY how he looks in these pictures | wc: 2.7k
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8:11 PM
[choi seungcheol] hey
[you] what
[choi seungcheol] can we meet today?
[you] i don’t think that’s a good idea
[choi seungcheol] just to talk. nothing else. i swear.
[you] dude, what are you doing? you know we’re supposed to be going no contact. plus, it’s raining
[choi seungcheol] i’ll come to you
[choi seungcheol] and don't call me dude ever again or i'll seriously kill myself
[you] NO. do not come here. it’s late. let’s talk tomorrow okay?
11:17 PM
[choi seungcheol] i’m downstairs
[you] seungcheol..
[choi seungcheol] you want me to leave? i drove all this way though?
[you] fine.
[you] just talking.
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his shock red hair. that’s the first thing you notice after opening the door, followed by just how good he looks with it. stop.
seungcheol walks straight in, fishing his car keys out of his pocket and dropping them in that little bowl on your shoe cabinet. then he looks at you. no, he checks you out, his eyes slowly sliding up your body to see what you’re wearing.
god, he has no self control. you knew he’d do that, which is why you’d worn your frumpiest PJs. a clear visual indication that nothing was going to happen tonight.
‘just talking’ you reiterate, drawing an imaginary line on the floor with your foot.
seungcheol laughs, extending his arm, signaling you to walk ahead and lead the way. the thing is, he wants to check your ass out. though you may think this is your frumpiest pair, there’s something in the material which makes it cling to your cheeks, making them look extra juicy.
seungcheol follows behind you, maintaining the “line” until you pause abruptly and he takes a step too close. just like that, he’s already crossed it, and then, he’s already kissing you, already taking off his glasses, already tossing his beanie aside, already grabbing your ass, already carrying you to the bedroom.
‘t-this is a bad idea’ you stutter, trying to find some of that self-control you keep asking him to show.
‘i know. so bad’ he breathes into the curve of your neck, sucking on the skin hungrily until it breaks. ex-seungcheol was obsessed with leaving marks of himself on you — hickeys, bites, hand prints.
he stumbles into the bedroom, leaving the lights off, and sets you down on the edge of the bed. no, you can't be doing this again.
‘seungcheol, i really don’t think-’
‘shh, don’t say anything, just kiss me. look at me' he grabs your chin, angling your face up ‘kiss me’ he says like it’s just that simple. seungcheol snakes his long tongue into your mouth, kissing you, his hands busy unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down just enough to let his cock breathe. as you kiss, he lays you down on the bed, driving a knee in between your legs to spread them apart.
‘do you still like it when i do this?’ he asks, as if there’s any answer apart from fuck yes, and presses his knee to your core, grinding hard, sending pulses of pleasure straight through you. you answer with an involuntary moan, stifling it just in time so he doesn't hear.
you see, seungcheol doesn't need an answer from you. he can already guess from your erect nipples which are poking through the thin fabric of your t-shirt, asking to be sucked on. who's he to deny them that? so, he pushes your t-shirt up, above your tits, grabbing and pressing them together, and buries his face into the valley of your breasts.
‘fuck’ he inhales ‘missed this’
ex-seungcheol was all about missing you — missed your smell, missed this pussy, missed your pretty little mouth, missed you. you know seungcheol. you know once he latches onto your tits, he's not leaving till you both have finished. so, you make a last-ditch attempt.
‘you know that article i sent you?’ he cups a breast in each hand, rolling, teasing, and tugging your nipples in between his fingers.
‘it-’ god, that feels good ‘it says the best way for us to do this is to go no-contact. really’
‘yeah?' you nod, surprised he's even listening.
‘fuck that article’ and with that he takes you in his mouth, swirling his tongue around your areola before latching his soft lips onto your hard nipples. fine, just one last time then, you pacify yourself and let go. you sink into the feeling of your breasts being sucked on, while your fingers sink into his thick hair, tugging on tufts of red.
‘the red looks fucking hot, by the way’ your compliment sandwiched in between soft moans. seungcheol pulls off your breast, looking up at you, a sudden hunger in his eyes.
ex-seungcheol loves compliments. loves them. — compliment his face, his hair, his built, and definitely compliment his cock. he needs to be desired by his exes.
he leans back, ripping his overshirt and t-shirt off, his hair falling wildly over his face. seungcheol runs both his hands through his locks, slicking his hair back. ‘take your clothes off’ he’s got a little gruff in his voice ‘now’
you undress hastily, and it’s not until you see a cocky grin spread across his face, you realise what he’s noticed.
‘just talking, huh?’
you’re wearing those panties — the ‘pull aside pair’ as he called it. seungcheol loved these on you, it was his favourite because firstly, they just about covered your cunt and secondly, they would ride right up your ass giving him the best view. you and him both knew that if you’re going to wear these panties, he’s going to fuck you with them on.
of course you’d prepped incase he did come over, which had happened one too many times before, but the optics of this really don’t help your no-contact agenda.
‘let’s talk then’ he pulls his jeans and boxers off, his cock springing out. yummy.
‘why don’t we talk about how you’re wearing these, hhmn?’ he cocks an eyebrow, snapping the band of your underwear hard ‘you know what happens when you wear these’ you can’t count the number of times he’s cum on your ass while you were in them.
he pulls your panties to the side, and there, another surprise. ‘oh, fuck me’ he groans needily. not only have you shaved down there, but you’ve trimmed your hair just the way he likes it.
‘fucking hell’ seungcheol curses again, licking and sticking a finger inside you, feeling your wet warmth pull his finger right in. ‘or no, let’s talk about how i can already fit one. no, two. oh? three?’ yes, three.
‘three of my fingers inside your pussy so easily’ he slides them in, all three coming out with a glossy sheen. and then, in a sickeningly sensual move, his runs his flat tongue over all three, licking them clean.
‘you taste like you need a dick inside you’ seungcheol grabs his, slapping it hard against his cupped palm. it’s like every thought in your mind turns into mush at the sound, and suddenly you’re just a hole. an empty hole.
‘cheollie’ you shouldn’t be calling him that ‘please put your big fat dick inside me. i need you so bad, cheollie’ you know exactly what to say to seungcheol to make him tick. ex or not.
he groans, pulling down a pillow and placing it under your lap to lift your hips. then he positions himself, lining himself up to your entrance.
‘wait’ you pause, much to his dicks disappointment, to grab a condom from the bedside table, your body twisting on its side. fuck, that ass looks good, seungcheol thinks, giving it a tight slap. ‘mmm’ you bite your lip, looking back at him.
‘again, daddy’ he slaps it even harder, the force of his palm making ripples on your skin. he looks at you now, so full of lust, and he can’t remember why he ever let you go. stupid fucking decision.
‘be a good girl and put it on for me’ it was one those odd things that really turned him on. he watches now as you rip the condom wrapper with your teeth, slowly rolling down its slippery edges onto his fat dick.
‘now come to daddy’ you lay back down as he grabs your legs and slides you towards him, a little squeal spilling out of you.
‘tell me what you want’
‘i want your fat dick inside my tight wet pussy’
‘that’s my girl’ he hooks two fingers under the ribbed fabric of your panties and pulls them aside, sliding his tip up and down your slick folds a few times before pushing just his fat mushroom head in. ‘fuck’ you both curse at the same time, and in the same breath as he penetrates you little by little until he’s all the way in.
‘shit, missed this pussy so much’ and you don’t say it out loud, but as he starts thrusting you’re reminded of just how much you missed his cock. no amount of vibrators and dildos could do for you what seungcheol is doing right now. it’s like he’s been able to scratch an itch deep, deep inside you. literally.
seungcheol repositions himself, leaning a little lower, angling his strokes a little higher, his cock teasing the roof of your pussy. once he’s satisfied with how he’s buried inside you, he slides his big hands up your arms before gripping your wrists tightly, shackling them in his palms, and slams down, pinning you onto the bed and fucking you.
‘oh fuck, yes’ you moan, in that nasal little way you do, which he finds stupidly hot.
‘that’s what daddy likes to hear’ he grins, his tongue touching his canines.
speaking of stupidly hot, you can’t help but notice how good he looks on top of you. has he gotten bigger? looks like it. his chest seems to have doubled, looking bigger, firmer, and frankly, more suckable. has he gotten hotter? definitely. maybe it's an ex thing or maybe it’s the red hair. god bless his hairdresser.
you’re a little dazed honestly, by his buff(er) built, especially the silver cross necklace that’s hanging off his thick neck, swinging above your face with every thrust.
‘like what you see?' he raises his eyebrow, catching you staring, and in response you bite on the dangling silver and pull him down towards you. you take his tongue into your mouth, swapping spit like a couple of teenagers.
now closer to you, you get a whiff of the faint smell of alcohol and cigarettes coming off him. you wonder where he was before this, and who got to see him looking this fine. there’s a hot sting of jealousy that cools when his chain skims across your breast, the cold metal making your nipples hard in an instant. seungcheol gets distracted by your tits once again, pushing them together and holding on as he fucks you.
‘love your tits’
‘love yours’ oh, they’ve definitely gotten bigger, you think, cupping one in your hand and circling your thumb over his nipple.
‘fuck yes, suck on it’ he bends, and you take him in your mouth, sucking on his tits, flicking his hard nub with your wet tongue.
‘yes, that’s it, good girl’ he grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing your face into his chest. seungcheol loved getting his nipples stimulated, and you feel the pleasure you're giving him pound straight back into you.
‘fucking love your pussy’
‘mmm, love your fat cock in my pussy’
‘love-’ the words are at the tip of his tongue, but before he says the stupid thing he’s not supposed to say, you kiss him, clenching your cunt so tightly and abruptly that it knocks the strength out his arms for a split second.
‘fuck, that feels amazing’ he groans ‘love your pussy so much. it’s made just for me’
‘just mine to fuck, only mine’ his possessiveness — one of the reasons it didn’t work, but so sexy in this moment.
‘yeah?’ you know what he’s really asking. he wants to know if you’ve fucked anyone else in your weeks apart, if there’s a legitimate reason for that condom separating the both of you or if its a formality. he needs to know.
ex-seungcheol is greedy — he reminded you of a bratty child at times. it was not his toy anymore but he refused to let anyone else play with it. mine!
‘only yours’ you say, and take it a step further, whispering into his ear ‘i’m only yours so take the condom off and fuck me raw’
the no-contact rule dies a violent death as he pulls out, yanking off the condom and sliding his fat, veiny, throbbing cock back inside you in what seems like less than a second.
‘fuck’ the sensation of your raw slippery cunt in contrast with how tight you’re clenching around his dick makes him curse. you wrap your legs around his waist, digging the heels of your foot into his back to push him deeper inside you.
‘y-yes, i can feel you so deep’ you breathe, two of your fingers sliding down to rub your swollen clit in sloppy circles.
‘god i love it when you play with your pussy with my dick deep inside you’ he’s fucking you so forcefully now that the slap of his skin against yours is all that can be heard.
your arch your back, closing your eyes and focusing hard on all the ways you’re being stimulated — your fingertips on your clit, the tip of his penis pressing against your walls, and his heavy balls slapping against your asshole — all the sensations twisting into a knot in your stomach.
‘you’re there, right there. do it’ he guides you ‘be a good girl and cum for me now’ his words are all you need as the knot tightens and then unravels, the orgasm taking over you from your head to your toes. it’s an addictive high, one that you’ve desperately missed, and it leaves you shaking and stuttering under him.
‘yes, there you go, there it is. fuck’ he pulls out his cock halfway, reeling at the sight of your creamy white cum coating it ‘look at that. oh you’re such a good girl for creaming all over daddy’s dick’
you breathe a satisfied breath, feeling your cunt continue to clench involuntarily at his praise, his pace suddenly picking up.
‘squeeze around my dick just like that’ he grabs both your legs, holding them together by the ankle and turns your body so you’re laying on your side, your legs folded at your knees. your pussy is so tight in this position, and your ass looks extra fat. ‘fucking hot’ he praises, moaning as you squeeze so tight around him, over and over. he knows he’s about to blow.
‘cum on my ass, daddy’ it’s tradition at this point. seungcheol pulls out, perfectly positioning himself over your ass and frantically jerks off, the squelch of his strokes filling the room. he grabs a handful in his other hand, squeezing hard. ouch. that’s going to leave a mark.
‘cum for me’ you sing seductively, his breath catching in his throat. ‘cover me in your cum, daddy. i’m all yours to cum on. i’m only yours’ you remind, and that pushes him right over the edge as he cums with a loud long grunt, shooting his thick, warm, milky load all over your cheeks. and god, there’s so so much of it.
‘holy shit. how long have you been storing that?’ you scoop some up with your fingers, giving it a taste ‘mmm, yum’
honestly, seungcheol’s a little surprised by his load too, shaking his head and laughing softly as you review his cum. ‘wait, let me just get the, where is that thing?’
he picks up his crumpled overshirt, a balenciaga shirt mind you, off the floor and cleans the cum off you, then wipes his own dick down.
‘i can’t believe you still do that’
‘do what?’
‘use your expensive ass clothes to wipe cum like they’re disposable tissues or something’
he shrugs ‘they may as well be for me’
you roll your eyes at that, starting to remember reasons as to why he’s your ex again.
‘oh, by the way’ seungcheol rolls up the cum rag shirt before chucking it back onto the floor.
‘were you seriously trying to bring up an article on how to break up while i was sucking on your tits?’
you chuckle cutely ‘yeah, i was actually. but fuck that article, right?’
‘yeah’ he nods, pouting in agreement ‘fuck that article’ he breaks into a huge smile, looking at you fondly as you both crack up, and finds himself asking the question he always does after one these nights — why did you both break up again?
"you know that makes no sense, right?"
genre: domestic fluff | wc: 561 | warnings: mentions of seungcheol's knee injury
Seungcheol feels seen.
Which feels dumb to say. He’s constantly surrounded by friends and staff and people who watch him like it’s their job. But this is different. This is… spiritual, almost.
With his members, he’s the leader. It’s his job to be the rock. He takes pleasure in protecting them, in offering a caring smile or a stern look, in simply being there. For whatever they need.
But with you, it’s different. He loves being there for you, too. That’s not a question. Of course there’s this need, primal and deep, to protect you. But there’s also a part of him—a bigger part than he originally realized—that wants to be protected by you, too.
He basks in your attention. So much so that he’d find it embarrassing if he actually cared. But he loves the way you dote on him, loves the way that one look at him and you can gauge his every emotion, loves the way you know what he’s thinking before he even has to say anything.
It’s a rainy day, the air is heavy, and his knee aches. It’s dull, and it’s manageable, but it’s there and it fucking sucks. He knows that moving it would make it feel better, but he’s in meetings for hours today (it’s Saturday! what kind of monster schedules meetings for a Saturday?!) and stuck behind a desk as he bounces between Zoom calls. He isn’t sure how you know, but you swoop in with a soft “feel better, baby” and a kiss to his hair and a hot compress to hold against the joint for awhile.
When he’s done for the day, he stands and stretches, feeling his spine realign and a soft pop! in his knee. It feels better, honestly. The heat helped, and now that he’s up, it aches much less.
Seungcheol is about to call out to you, curious about where you’ve been for the past few hours, but then the scent of garlic and cooking kimchi hits him. He practically floats to the kitchen and is greeted by you, humming quietly to yourself as you stand over a pan on the stove. He wraps himself around you almost immediately. He can’t help it. He loves you too much.
“You’re done early,” you note softly, flipping the kimchi pancake that’s currently in the pan. You cover his bare forearms with your own, shielding him as the pancake pops as it cooks.
He kisses your shoulder lightly. “You’re making dinner?” It’s an observation more than a question, but he’s still always surprised when you take the time to care for him like this.
“With the rain, I wanted soup.” You shut off the burner and turn in his hold, your hands coming to rest on his biceps.
For a moment, you stand there quietly, toying with the fabric of his sleeve. You watch him, observing. And even though Seungcheol isn’t quite sure what you’re looking for, he knows that whatever conclusion you come to will almost assuredly be correct. Finally, you hum and pick a short white dog hair off his arm. “Plus I thought something warm might help your knee.”
“You know that makes no sense, right?” He can feel the smile spreading across his face, and when you shrug, he can’t help but lean in and kiss you.
Yes, Seungcheol feels seen. And he’s never been happier.
