#scoups smut

[jeongtzuist]

goddamn

[pochaccoups]

birthday smash

pairing — choi seungcheol x f!reader

summary — it’s your own fault for being a brat on your boyfriend’s birthday.

wc — 2.9k

warnings — nsfw. minors dni. smut, finger sucking, blowjob (kind of), bratty reader, pussy slapping, thigh fucking, mean dom!cheol

author’s note — happy scoups day! please be kind this is my first fic in half a year or something

Seungcheol heaves a disappointed sigh. His stare down at you is heavy, and if he weren't your boyfriend of several years, you'd be intimidated.

"It's a shame you couldn't be a good girl," he says, his voice deep and so, so patronising. "And on my birthday? Really?"

"You didn't have to tip the bartender," you argue, doing little to swallow the bitterness in your voice while he reaches out to run his thumb over your bottom lip.

His eyes flit across your face. They're darker than usual, swimming with calculation. Behind them, the cogs in his brain are turning, because you don't care about things like that, and you never have.

He'll play your little game, though.

"She was pretty," he admits with a light shrug. It's childish and petty, but you wanted to be those things first. And this is exactly what you want to hear, isn't it? That your 'inkling' about his motive was right, despite the fact that Seungcheol didn't even look at her.

"Not as pretty as me," you say without hesitation, and just like that your facade comes tumbling down. The truth is you never doubted your relationship for a second.

"Not even close," he agrees. "You just wanted an excuse to be a brat."

He raises one of those thick brows and it's always almost enough to make you yield, but your urge to defy him is too strong. You like the way something shifts in his face when you do, the dark, primal hunger that occupies his eyes. The edge that appears in his voice.

"Maybe you should have paid attention to me instead of flirting with other women," you say. You both know it's bullshit. He tips everywhere he goes. You expect the way he scoffs and the way his fingers tighten slightly around your jaw, channelling the last shreds of his patience into his grip.

"Get on your knees, angel," he says, so low that it makes you shiver. And he knows his girl — knows exactly what the spiteful gleam in your eyes means, the words that are on the tip of your tongue, so before you get the chance to say them, he continues: "I'll wait all night if I have to."

You narrow your eyes at him, challenging, hoping it'll rile him up further if you keep up the attitude. You're hungry though, so you start lowering yourself to the wooden floor, your gaze unwavering as it clashes against his the whole time.

"Oh, you actually listened? Surprising," he says. The condescension makes you want to stand to your feet again, but before you can do that, his thumb is between your lips once more and your jaw drops open for him subconsciously.

You peer up at him as he presses down on your tongue, pushing it as far as it can go, testing the gag reflex he knows he won't touch. The stretch is not even close to that of his cock, but when he mutters a gruff "suck it," there's wetness beginning to pool between your legs anyway.

For now, you'll obey. Your lips close around his thumb, your tongue swirling around the tip of it while he watches with a barely-there grin. You start to bob your head, slowly dragging your mouth up and down the length of it, moaning softly, too. Maybe if you put on a good enough show, he'll grant you a taste of the real thing.

"Look at you," he coos, but the affection in his tone is far from genuine. "So desperate for cock in your mouth you'll take my finger."

You pull off his thumb, letting saliva web from your lips. The sight never fails to make him twitch in his pants, so you take your chance to entice him. "If you give me your cock it'll be more fun for both of us."

He raises that brow again like he's questioning your audacity for a beat, and then slowly his features even out. "Take it, then."

You pause, your brows raising momentarily. Just like that?

Your fingers start to unbuckle his belt, but you take your time with it. You're not the only insatiable one in this relationship, and with a pretty girl on her knees in front of him, how sturdy can his patience be?

After pulling his belt off, you unbutton the button of his jeans, and pull down the zipper. Slowly. Taking advantage of the upper hand that you have that will only last another moment or two.

As he kicks away his jeans and your hand reaches for the band of his boxers, he's quick to grab it, his fingers gentle around your wrist when he pulls it away from him. You frown, glancing up at him with a puzzled stare.

"You said you wanted my cock, didn't you?" he asks before you can run your mouth.

"You know what I meant by that," you say.

He smirks, and you feel smaller than a mouse. "I don't think you're in any place to make demands, angel."

The fabric tastes dry on your tongue. You let as much spit as you can spill from your lips as you mouth at the outline of his hardening cock. All you can do is drag your tongue up and down, in spite of the warm friction that tries to inhibit you, until his Calvin Kleins are soaked with your saliva.

"Fuck, baby, that's it," he grunts, his hands gathering your hair up and out of your face. "How does it feel?"

You pull away from his crotch, your lips swollen and glistening. "Like sucking on a sock."

Amusement dances in his eyes, in the way one of the corners of his mouth lifts up. "If you want to use that mouth to throw tantrums, then you don't deserve my cock in it."

When you bring your lips to his clothed erection again, you suck a little harder than before, the hiss he lets out is music to your ears. Suddenly you're determined to make him cum like this — to spoil the control he thinks he has over you.

But he is already one step ahead. Sometimes you think he can read your mind, or maybe he's just a man who's used to his girlfriend's bratty antics. Either way, he senses a certain intent in the way your mouth moves with more vigour, so the next thing he does is tug you firmly away from his bulge by your hair.

"Stand up," he tells you, curt.

You do. You rise to your feet, wincing slightly at the stiffness in your knees. His eyes are wolf-like as they observe your face, flitting from one of your irises to the other. His lips, a little dry as always, are pouted in thought. His hand reaches for the thin strap of your dress, pulling at it softly. His tongue darts out, swiping over his bottom lip as he drinks you in.

"Take this off," he says.

"Not gonna take it off for me?"

"Aren't you a little spoiled for someone who embarrassed me in front of our friends?"

That makes you falter. There's a bite of guilt in your chest for a moment, where his words make reality rear its head and remind you of the fact that you had caused a bit of a scene in the bar. It was only enough to turn a few heads, but perhaps you'd pushed the bratty act a little too far. A moment later and you're reaching back to unzip your dress, letting it slip down your body and pool on the floor.

"I wore your favourite set," you say, timid now, standing in a soft pink two-piece with flowers and a lacy heart pattern — one of two that he hadn't torn to scraps, because when he saw you in it for the first time he nearly came just from the sight of you. Then, he had laid you down and fucked you until you both cried.

"You were expecting to get fucked tonight," he realises.

"I like to think I'm one of your birthday presents."

"I should get a refund, then," he says, taking your hands in his and placing them against his chest. Something in you lights up from the fact that he's letting you touch him.

"Well, you're past the return period, baby," you retort, sliding your hands down his torso, feeling the delicious softness of his abdomen under your palms.

His gaze softens, a flicker of tenderness, but you're too busy peeling his t-shirt off to notice, greed spurring you along. Your bottom lip catches between your teeth as you devour the sight of his exposed torso, warmth pulsing low in your belly at the perfect mix of thickness and muscle that lets him pound into you so devastatingly well.

"Go lay down for me," he says, his voice gentle. You glance up at him through your lashes, suppressing the triumphant grin that threatens to take over your face as you tiptoe over to the edge of the bed and lay back on your elbows.

He steps toward you, the affection in his eyes morphing vaguely into something smug when you part your legs for him, something a little devilish.

"Look at you," he mutters, kneeling between your thighs. "Greedy little thing."

He leans over you, his hands caging around you, and kisses you for the first time tonight. It's slow, and the tenderness of it catches you off guard. For a second, you think maybe he's forgiven you, or at least put his disappointment aside so that you can have an adult conversation later and he can get the birthday sex he deserves right now.

But then he pulls away abruptly, just as your mouths had started to move in a heated rhythm. "Brats get spanked, you know."

Your hope shatters. You blink up at him, ready to beg for mercy.

"Do you want it on your ass or your cunt, baby?"

You can't take an ass spanking. He's ruthless with those, and on top of that, he's clearly feeling mean today. Without thinking, you blurt out, "my cunt."

He purrs in approval before leaning back on his knees and peeling your panties away carefully. When he does, you realise just how wet you are, the air cold on your soaked hole. He glances up at you, grinning as you avoid his eyes.

"Pathetic," he says.

Your back arches softly the second his hand lands on your clit — but only to rub slow circles on it, to drag his fingers through your folds, teasingly close to your hole, but never dipping inside. He spreads your arousal all over your clit until it's sticky and glistening and gorgeously ready for him.

Then comes the first smack.

You jolt, your body vibrating with the mind-numbing mix of sharp pain and the stimulation that follows as your boyfriend soothes his fingers over your stinging clit.

"Fuck…" you whimper, your chest heaving. It's only been one slap.

Another comes. Then another. Then another.

Seungcheol lives for the sounds that come out of you with every smack. A squealed little yelp that admittedly tugs on his heartstrings, but it is not as harsh as the way blood rushes to his cock at the sight of your wet, swollen pussy.

Another smack. They're getting harder.

"Cheollie, it hurts," you cry, squirming against the bed.

"I know, baby," he coos. "But you need to learn your lesson."

Another round of smacks. Your clit is throbbing, so sensitive that you flinch when he starts to draw circles over it again.

"More?" he asks.

You shake your head rapidly. "Please, no…"

He chuckles and you want to hide in the sheets. Then, finally, he shoves his boxers down his legs to free his heavy cock. You're tunnel-visioned, eyes zeroed in on his flushed, veiny shaft, on the way pre-cum dribbles from the tip, on the way it begs to be buried inside you. One of his hands wraps around it, stroking lazily up and down, making you clench around nothing in utter need and also pure jealousy, because that should be your hand.

"Cheol…" comes your pathetic little whine. You're shameless when you have absolutely no right to be, but the heat in your abdomen is morphing into an ache.

"What is it?" he asks, cooing, but you quickly realise it's rhetorical when he starts to slap the tip of his cock against your pulsing clit. The contact makes you jump, makes you turn more and more whiny and pliant beneath him with each bit of contact that he gives you.

"Fuck me?" you plead, rutting your hips towards him, hoping that maybe his own patience is wearing thin from torturing you.

He tilts his head, pretending to be deep in thought for a moment, halting his smacking to instead rub his cock through your folds. You're dripping now, your pussy drooling an embarrassing amount of slick just from being slapped, and he gathers every drop to smear it over his hard, reddened length until it's coated and glistening with you.

"Do you think you deserve that?" he asks. "Because I don't think brats who behave so poorly deserve a nice, fat cock in them."

"Please, Cheollie… I'll be good for you," you whine and God, it's humiliating, but you're so sore for him that you couldn't care less. "I'll show you I'm a good girl."

"You can show me by putting your legs together, pretty," is what he offers.

You press your thighs together for him with haste, though your eyebrows knit together softly in confusion. He never really starts with this position — if you're on your back, he wants to see all of you.

You quickly understand, however, as he shifts forward on his knees, resting your ankles on his shoulders, and slips his cock between the warmth of your thighs.

"Seungcheollie-"

But he's quick to cut off your protest, half-moaning as he pushes his full length inside. "I don't wanna hear it, baby. Hold your thighs together for me."

You're on the verge of tears as you lay back with a pout, squeeze your thighs together with your hands, and let him have his way with you. This is his revenge, and deep down you know that it is what you deserve. In fact, this is exactly what you were asking for when you accused him of 'wanting her more than me'. You had your fun, now he'll have his.

It's not all bad, though; not when he looks this stunning above you. His pretty pink lips are dropped open, soft grunts spilling from them with each thrust of his hips, his biceps and abdomen tensing as he holds your legs in a bruising grip.

Your slick makes it an easy glide for him, and he soon finds a quick pace, losing himself to the tightness of your flesh around his cock. His tip drags against your clit with each pull, but it's nowhere near enough to stimulate you. Frustration simmers deep inside your belly, in a furled up ball with no chance of unravelling any time soon.

"Hah- fuck," he groans, tossing his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. He's the very picture of sin — lustful, gluttonous, wrathful, but above of all he is selfishly greedy, and evil, and mean.

"Baby…" you mewl, cupping one of your breasts through your bra. You bat your lashes when he looks at you, his cheeks flushed, tiny speckles of sweat forming on his pale skin. "Will you at least fill me up? It is your birthday…"

He huffs out a laugh. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?"

You nod, letting your eyes glimmer and pouting softly at him again. You're pinching at your nipple through lace, all of it a little show for him. "I would, and I think you would too."

But instead of retorting, he lets out a hiss and another string of curses. There's an audible sound now every time his hips smack against the back of your legs, and with each slap, you watch Seungcheol slip further away from sanity and closer to climax. His movements grow more sloppy, his eyes more hazy, his noises turning debauched.

"Gonna cum," he grits. A few more rough thrusts and he's prying your legs apart, curling his fist around his cock, and stroking hard and fast. He cums in thick, warm spurts over your stomach, pumping and pumping, breathing hard until he has nothing left to give.

You're empty. Void of both dick and cum, and without a single orgasm to make any of this worth it.

"That was mean," you say.

He's wearing an annoyingly proud smirk on his face as he marvels at the sight of you covered in him. For him, this was entirely worth it. "Well, maybe you'll be nice to me on my next birthday."

"There won't be a next birthday. We're breaking up."

"You said the return period is over, though, remember?" he says, pushing off the bed.

"I take it back. You can have your bartender!" You're staring at his ass as he heads to the bathroom to get a towel.

"You can't take it back," he calls out, singing.

"Just hurry and clean me up already!"

thank you for reading! reblogs and feedback are much appreciated <3

[rosequartz-archive]

Pairing ✨ Seungcheol x Female OC

This is a drabble to Such A Cliché and It Was Always Yours, but it can totally be read as a stand alone

Synopsis ✨ You're back where it all started. At the same cottage where you finally got the man you love. But now it's his birthday and you've decided to overcome your fears once and for all.

Plot Warnings ✨ very little plot, bickering (standard for these two), she's in her own head and he's just completely oblivious to it, they're still a huge pair of idiots that are still very much made for each other

Smut Warnings ✨ references to past loss of virginity, oral m.receiving, VERY whiney Seungcheol, slight gagging, ball licking/ sucking, cum swallowing, insinuations of oral f.receiving

Word Count ✨ 3.7k

a/n ✨ a surprise birthday drabble for the man with the greatest ass in Korea the world ✊🏻💕 This was the final scene for It Was Always Yours but it really didn't fit the vibe and it was his birthday in the story so I saved it as a birthday drabble, hope you enjoy it!!!! This has been waiting for months and his birthday being 8th and so the 7th for me uploading totally didn't correlate with me for the Cheol fic I uploaded earlier this week which was planned for the 7th- so I need to formally apologise to the Tumblr gods for moaning about their 1000 block limit which made me upload early and so inadvertently stopped me having to upload twice on one day (it's still a stupid rule).

How can he stand there laughing with your friends when you're having a complete crisis?! And why does he need to look so fucking hot when he laughs? Why does he need to be so hot in general?! Such an annoying idiot of a man. Why couldn't you choose a nice, plain, not hot man to fall in love with? 

Things have been nothing but perfect since you finally managed to get Seungcheol to take his head out of his overly perfect ass and take your virginity. In fact it was like it had fully awoken something primal in both of you. Since you moved into your new apartment two months ago, Seungcheol has been at his own apartment for a grand total of one whole night. 

You've had sex in every room more than once and even at one point in the parking lot. And the elevator. And the stairwell. To put it bluntly. You've had a lot of sex. You've well and truly made up for the almost three decades worth of no sex. 

But one thing has been stressing you out almost as much as the idea of actually losing your virginity. 

Because it's one thing to have someone fuck you. Or for you to fuck them. Or to make love to someone. Or to do whatever you want to call having sex with someone. It's an entirely different thing to give someone head. To suck someone's dick. To choke on Seungcheol’s massive cock. And it's driving you insane. 

You know he's been with a lot of people. You know that some of them will be gold star, top tier, a+ level fucks. They'll have known all the tricks of the trade, they'll have known how to swirl their tongue just the right way or how to gaze into someone's eyes seductively when they're choking on it. 

But you? Well you've no idea how to do it. And to Seungcheol's credit, he hasn't mentioned that you haven't given him a blow job yet. You're not entirely sure he's even noticed. In fact you're certain if you asked him how he wanted to spend his birthday, he'd say he wanted to spend it with his head between your legs. He doesn't seem bothered that you haven't done the same. 

You've gotten a lot braver about initiating things and you're no longer worried about touching him wrong but blow jobs? Well they're a whole different kettle of fish and you're not prepared to make a fool of yourself because you don't know the basics. 

Sure, you could watch porn but they're being paid to enjoy it. The man's not just going to stand there whilst he's pretending to be a police officer or some shit and be like “well you're really mediocre baby". They're paid to moan and groan and say how amazing it is. So how can you confirm that the suction technique the lady porn star is doing is correct when the receiver is biased? It's not a fair scientific test at all. 

And yes, you've read a lot of smutty books. But again. The man is always going to be into what's happening because it's written that way otherwise people wouldn't read it. 

It's like the whole fucking universe is conspiring to keep the secrets of the perfect blow job from you and you're getting more and more anxious about it. 

Because this weekend you're back at the cottage where this whole thing started. Where you finally, after over ten years of being at each other’s throats, you told each other how you really felt. And what makes it even more special is that it's the love of your life's birthday. 

You'd decided that this is the weekend you're going to do it. You're going to rock his world and finally give him head. But how do you rock his world when you don't know how to do it?! You don't want to just rumble his world. Or shake it a little bit. You want full on, life altering, snotty tears head. 

“What are you reading?" 

“Hm?" 

History is truly repeating itself. You’re hiding from him by the cherry blossom tree in the cottage garden. And just like last time he's wandered into your peaceful sanctuary to bamboozle you with questions. 

“A book." 

“What book?" He rolls his eyes, obviously getting flashbacks from the last time you both sat here. 

“War and Peace.” 

“Are you being sarcastic?” 

"No, I'm actually reading War and Peace. It's for that book club." 

“I forgot you'd joined your little nerd club." He grins as he throws himself on the ground next to you, both of you sitting against the tree. 

“You're not funny." 

“Then why are you trying so hard not to smile?" 

He's so smug. You just want to punch him and kiss him all at the same time. 

"Everyone’s going for dinner.” 

"Where are we going?” 

"No, they're going for dinner. I said we'd be staying here.” 

“Did you ever consider that this relationship is a democracy?" 

“Did you ever consider that I've saved you from a night with Mingyu's pervy uncle." 

Well that changes everything. You'd met Mingyu’s uncle twice. Once at the rehearsal dinner and once at the wedding, when Mingyu was marrying your best friend. He'd spent the whole night talking to your tits and even at one point pinched your ass so you threw your champagne over him. 

"Thank you.” You mumble. "I've got a surprise for you anyway.” 

"You already gave me my gifts.” 

"But this is an extra gift. Come up stairs in like, 10 minutes?” 

"It's upstairs?” He smirks, watching you hungrily as you get up. 

"I wouldn't get your hopes up.” You grumble as you trudge into the cottage. 

This is probably all going to end up in disaster. But you'll be damned if you're not going to try. 

It's not going well. In fact you're wondering about just hiding behind the door and shouting boo and telling him it was all just a funny prank. 

Because the ribbon you'd bought is just fucking stupid. You'd seen online that you could buy a ribbon that wraps you up like a present. And you did order that. But then the fucking delivery guy delivered it to your neighbour and he's never at home and so now he's holding your sex ribbon hostage. 

But you had your heart set on being the gift. So you bought some ribbon from a craft shop. Which in theory is great and you thought it would work but it's too fucking thin. No matter which way you try to wrap yourself, you end up looking like it's one of those strings that they wrap around meat. It's nothing like the great big fancy bow that you ordered. 

So the ribbon is now tied on your head. Which yes is not ideal but how else can you make yourself look like a fucking present?!

This all seemed a lot sexier in your head. Now you just look like you're having a breakdown as you kneel in the middle of the room, completely naked and with a stupid half assed bow on your head. Not even on your head. Wrapped around your head. 

The door opens and you genuinely wonder about just throwing yourself on the ground and pretending to be dead. But even then you'd have to awkwardly admit you're not dead and you'd still have a stupid bow on your head! 

“Oh." 

Well that's not the reaction you wanted. He just stands looking at you with wide eyes, completely frozen to his spot. 

“Happy birthday!" You try to smile, presenting yourself to him and cursing yourself for doing fucking jazz hands. 

“What are you doing?" 

“I'm your present." 

“We had sex this morning, how is this a pres…..What's on your head?” 

"A bow.” You say through gritted teeth, "because I'm your present.” 

"Don't get me wrong,” he smirks, "seeing you naked is my favourite thing in this world but why are you down there?” 

He wanders over to you and in all honesty you just want to rugby tackle him. Why are women normally naked, kneeling on the ground with a fucking bow on their heads?! 

"Because…..” but your words trail off. 

It sounds so stupid to just say "I would like to give you a blow job please.”. Why didn't you rehearse this more?! And why didn't you just order another sex ribbon?! 

“W-well I wanted…..”

You feel like such an idiot. He's going to think you're an idiot and then just dump you. You can sense the awkward dinners with your friends, all of them knowing that your relationship ended because you cried over giving him head. 

"What's wrong?” He frowns, sensing something isn't right. 

"I haven't…..w-well we haven't……I wanted,” 

"Just take a deep breath baby and tell me what's wrong.” 

You do as he says and to his credit he doesn't laugh when you breathe in so deeply that your bow wobbles. 

"I wanted to give you a blow job. F-for your birthday. Well no not for your birthday. I've wanted to do it since we had sex, well no since before then, well actually probably for like ten years.” 

He doesn't say anything, just looks completely taken aback. 

“I’m sorry," you sigh, moving to get up, “it's stupid. You must think it's so pathetic to get so worked up over that. It's so fucking embarrassing." 

“Hey, hey, hey," he crouches down, stopping you from moving, “it's not embarrassing. And it's not pathetic. Is this why you've been more weird than normal since we got here?” 

You ignore the blatant insult and just nod, trying not to look at him. 

"Why didn't you just do it? Why all this?” 

"Because you didn't seem bothered I hadn't done it. And I was feeling weird about not doing it and I do really want to do it but then you don't seem to care that I haven't. Do you just think I'll be bad at it?" 

"Why would I think you'd be bad at it?” 

"Because I've never done it. I don't want to get it wrong! You've had so many……" 

“Oh ok can we keep the slut shaming to a minimum, especially on my birthday," 

“You've had hundreds," you carry on regardless and his laughter eases your worries just a little, “I don't want to do it wrong or you end up hating it. But I don't want you to not want me to do it and you don't seem like you care if I do or don't." 

“Because I don't care if you do or don't. Sure I'd like one, who wouldn't? But the thing that gets me off more than anything is making you feel good." 

“That's such a cliché Cheol,” 

"What's cliché about that?! I fucking love making you feel good and that makes me feel good!" 

“But what if I want to make you feel good? And that would make me feel good?" 

“To be honest baby you're confusing me and I've had a semi since I came in here and found you on the ground. So I'm ready for my present." 

“What?!" 

“Well you're already down there?" He shrugs. 

You're caught somewhere between drooling and terrified as you watch him rush to get naked. 

You'd tried to write down some notes. But now you're wondering what the fuck past you was thinking because you can't just ask him to hold your phone up for you whilst you suck his dick. And so you're going into this without the clear bullet pointed instructions you'd written down. 

What is it that they do in your books? Hand first, then tip, then……what the hell comes next?! 

"Jesus.” 

"Oh I thought I was getting a blow job, are you praying?” 

He thinks now is an appropriate time to joke?! You're confronted with his big dick mere centimetres from your face and he thinks now is good time for that bullshit?! 

Your hand twitches and he must see the pained expression on your face because he drops his comedian act and crouches down to you again. 

“Have you thought about it?" 

“I made a list." 

“No," he snorts, “I mean in the past before that weekend in this cottage all those months ago, did you think about it?" 

“About sucking your dick?" 

“Yes baby." He snickers. 

“Hm-mm." 

“Then just do what you did then. Don’t try and be someone else or do what someone else did. I love you and I love everything you do because it's you doing it. But can we take the bow off? I can't get in the zone if you've got that bouncing on your head.” 

"I spent ages getting that right! But fine." You pout, untying the bow. 

You throw the bow on the bed and turn back round just to be confronted with his rock hard dick right in your face. 

"Right.” You wriggle, getting yourself ready. 

"We could do sixty nine if it makes you less nervous?”

"No, because then I'll get distracted.” You almost go cross eyed looking at his tip. 

Your shaky hand takes his dick and for some reason it feels different than it does normally. Less sexy and a lot more threatening. 

But he's right. You spent night after night thinking about doing this before you got together. Spent hours thinking about sucking the life out of him and suddenly things don't seem all that daunting. 

Just as your hand starts stroking him, a little drop appears at his tip. And fuck you've thought about how that’d taste more than you'd ever admit to Seungcheol and so you do the only reasonable thing you can do. You lick the tiny droplet and get your first taste of him. 

It's not bad. I mean it's not a vanilla milkshake but it's definitely not bad. You take his tip in your mouth, wrapping your lips around it like you would a lollipop and suck, humming at how the taste only deepens the more he leaks into your mouth. 

“F-fuck," Seungcheol's whole body twitches, “let me sit on the bed." 

But you're not listening to him, you're too busy eagerly sucking his bulbous tip like it's the nicest lollipop you've ever had. And his twitching only spurred you on. You want more of that, you want him to be absolutely beholding to you. 

“_____," he warns you and moves you back with a finger on your forehead, “let me sit down." 

“You’re only a year older,” you roll your eyes, "not eighty.” 

"Well it isn't my fault you've chosen fucking violence, you keep sucking like that and I'm going to wobble over.” 

"Well go on then!” You sigh and gesture at the bed, crawling over to him in a less than sexy way. 

He has no idea how hot he is. Well no, that's a lie. He knows full well how hot he is and he knows full well that he's driving you insane as he sits there leaning on his hands with a smug grin on his face and his dick just standing there waiting for you. 

“You've ruined my flow," you grumble as you take his dick in your hand again, stroking a bit firmer than you did before. 

“Always moaning, always……shit,” 

That shut him up. Your lips wrap around his tip again but unlike before you don't use your hand now he's in your mouth. Instead your hands rest on either thigh and you begin to bob your head up and down his shaft. 

The only thing you know for certain is to absolutely not use your teeth. So instead you run your tongue up and down Seungcheol’s shaft, your tongue feeling the vein that runs along it every time you bob your head lower and take more of him into your mouth. 

"Fuck,” he whines. Like actually full on whines. 

Seungcheol. You're Seungcheol whining at how you're taking his dick in your mouth. You've never felt power like it. You've never felt wetter. You're like a big leaky…..whatever a powerful thing is. You're making him do that. 

You bob your head quicker, not even caring that your lips are starting to ache and that you're drooling all over him. In fact you think the drool might be making it even hotter as your finger nails dig into his thighs and you moan around him. 

One thing does stop you in your tracks though. Because as you get into it more and more, his fat tip hits the back of your throat and you gag around him. 

You'd stop. Every part of you wants to stop but as his tip hits the back of your throat Seungcheol throws his head back, carrying on the moaning and whining and groaning and you decide that you want to do it again. It didn't feel bad and so you take more of him again and gag a little on it again. You stay down on it for a couple seconds, blocking your own airway with his dick, your nose buried in his pubes and the action causes you to swallow with him still in your mouth. 

“FUCKING FUCK ME," He grabs the back of your head, not pushing or forcing, just gripping your hair with one hand like it's grounding him. 

Any inhibitions are long gone. You suck his dick like you've done it a hundred times as he writhes and whines above you, his grip on your hair like a vice. 

You've never asked him. You've never had any lengthy chats about his balls. Or any short ones to be fair. But you did notice one time a couple of weeks ago, when you accidentally moved your knee against his balls when you were straddling his thigh and reliving the whole thigh riding thing from your first stay at the cottage. That as you were giving him a hand job, he seemed to leak even more when your knee touched his balls. 

So maybe, just maybe, it's time to put the little theory you've been harbouring to the test. 

You replace your mouth with your hand, his dick covered in so much precum and drool that there's a wet sound filling your ears straight away, and gently kitten lick his balls. Just once. Just to test the water. 

“Baby please," he holds your hair even tighter, whining and bucking his hips. 

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. 

You're a complete mess. You wouldn't be surprised if there was a little puddle on the ground when you stand up. 

Well now he's well and truly done it. Your hand wanks him off quickly, his tip leaking all over your hand as you take his balls and suck on them gently. 

Is he crying? You're certain you've just heard a sniffle. But you can't open your eyes to check, you're too busy savouring this, savouring how fucking good it feels to make him feel good. 

One last gentle suck and you let them go and go straight back to his tip. You don't leave them alone completely, the hand that was stroking his length goes back to play with his balls whilst you close your lips around his length and suck for dear life. 

He's babbling away to himself about feeling good and how you're so good to him as gets closer and closer to cumming. 

You can taste that he's closer, the slightly salty taste is only getting more potent the more he writhes beneath you and that only spurs you on even more. 

“C-close, I-I’m c-close baby,” the baby comes out more like a sob when your tongue swirls around his tip a couple of times before you go back to bobbing. 

"M-mouth?” 

"Mmmm,” you hum around him and try not to smile when the vibration of it only makes him whine again. 

“F-fuck." 

Seungcheol’s hips twitch and he throws his head back in pleasure, his fist still holding your hair, as you feel him cum in your mouth for the first time. The warm, salty liquid floods your tongue and straight away you swallow it all, making sure you take every last drop he’ll give you. Sucking the tip gently, Seungcheol twitches above you, his hips gently fucking into your mouth to ride himself through his high until eventually it gets too much. 

He throws himself back on the bed dramatically, his breathing heavy and his body sweaty as you lick your lips to clean them up. 

"Was….” You begin to ask as you stand up. 

"If,” he lifts his heavy head up to look at you with groggy eyes, "you're going to ask if that was ok. No it wasn't.” 

He sits up enough to grab your wrist and pull you onto him on the bed. 

"It was fucking insane,” 

"Really?” You grin down at him before he rolls you over so he's hovering over you. 

"Please take this as the compliment it's meant to be. But you're a natural.” 

Seungcheol looks down at you as you burst out laughing and thinks that that, your laughter as you both entangle yourselves in each other, is the best birthday present he could have asked for. 

"Now. If I want to return the favour, do I need the bow?” He raises his brow at you and reaches for it. 

"Cheol,” you giggle. 

But it's too late, he's already wrapped the bow around his head.

"What?” He challenges as he opens your legs and positions himself in favourite place, "I don't make the rules baby.” 

"You're such an idiot.”

"Yeah but I'm your idiot.” 

"True.” 

You beam down at him, the love of his life with slightly swollen lips from how good you gave him a blow job, your pussy dripping right in front of him and he knows he's the luckiest man on the planet. And he's got the birthday bow to prove it. 

He places a gentle kiss on your pussy before he dives in, mumbling into you. 

“Best. Birthday. Ever" 

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[s-halazia]

i’m sure i’m not the first person to want seungcheol to put me in a headlock but i just can’t stop thinking about it

contents: p in v, headlock so choking

just thinking about taking his dick deep from behind. your jaw hung open as he hits that sweet spot. you grab his arm to ground yourself and he takes it a step further, wrapping his thick arm around your neck and pulling you up so your back is to his strong chest. he’d use that leverage to talk filthy in your ear and leave you breathless, quite literally, as he continued to rail into you. your nails would be clawing at his bicep as he goads you on in your ear. before you know it you’re cumming all over his cock.

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

Can i request a scoups smut? He couldnt control himself and just takes you the second be sees you laying on the bed with his shirt on

[9:09] 𝙲.𝚂𝙲

☆ PAIRING: Choi Seungcheol x F!reader

☆ TROPE : Established relationship

☆ GENRE: Smut

☆ WORDCOUNT: 1.2k

☆ CONTENT/WARNINGS : Use of nicknames, Unprotected sex, slight degradation, light dom/sub themes, oral.

“Cheol, grab my charger for me,” You call out, resting your chin on your arm. You were sprawled out on your bed, swinging your legs mindlessly. “Got them,” Seungcheol strides into the room, making his way to the bed, and placing the charger next to your bed. His hands almost immediately travel to your waist, caressing down to your love handles. His thumbs massage your sore muscles, drawing sighs and satisfied hums through you.

The sight of you laying on his bed, wrapped in his shirt felt cozy. It had him feeling fuzzy inside. But it also had blood rushing down to his cock. And your bare legs offered plenty of help for his brain to paint images.

“Looks pretty snug on you, you want to keep the shirt?” Seungcheol murmurs, nuzzling his face against your spine. “Yes, I need more of these,” You mumble back, turning around to throw your arms lazily around his shoulders. “Looks like somebody's getting worked up though,” a teasing glint painted your orbs as you grinned up at him. You knew well the tone his voice dripped with – whenever his mind raced with thoughts of unraveling you.

“Can you blame me, angel? You look so gorgeous–” “You mean while doing nothing?” You ask in an exasperated tone. Yet you don't hold back in placing equally desperate kisses down the milky skin of his neck.

“Especially when you're doing nothing but sitting here looking so mine.”

“You're ridiculous, cheol.” You giggle against his ears, but his grip around your torso only tightens. “And you're cumming on my tongue, right now, on my face, baby.”

His hands flip you to rest you on your back, before he's moving down to your thighs, while caressing your calves. His cherry plump lips leave pillowed kisses over your inner thighs as he rakes the shirt up further. His breath hitches when his eyes land over your glistening pussy.

And his head dips face first against your folds, his tongue darting out to wedge between your lips.

“Mhnmfh- Cheol!” You whimper slightly, letting your thighs naturally mount his shoulders. His large hands wrap around them, the warmth seep off his hands comfortably. Seungcheol laps at your juices lazily, yet his tongue moves zealously, prodding at your hole. He moves his hands down to pinch your clit, making you yelp loudly.

His lips stretch into a smirk against your folds as he rubs his thumb down in harsh circles. Hot tongue pries your walls to stretch and pulsate against it. Your hips shake despite the tight grasp Seungcheol has over them,

“Mhmmf- fuck Cheoll- want more please, need your cock in me- pleasepleaseplease”

Your rambles fall on deaf ears as he focuses entirely on your gushing pussy, his thumb lodging between your glistening folds. Your womanhood is hot against his cold thumb as he spreads your slick, intentionally straying from massaging your clit.

You grip his hair strands in frustration and on cue, Seuncheol raises from between your legs. “So impatient, princess. And here I thought I could spend hours eating this sweet pussy out,” You squeak out a whine, “but it looks like this pussy is too desperate to swallow my dick.”

Seungcheol lands a harsh slap against your pussy and it sends sparks jolting through your body as a yelp erupts from you.

“Get on all fours, love,” Seungcheol mutters and the command has you scrambling to get on your hands and knees.

His warm large hand presses over your lower back, an instinctive order to arch to his control causing his shirt to loosely bunch around your torso. Seungcheol moves his hands to undo his sweats, freeing his cock as it springs out to slap against your ass. A relieved sigh rumbles from him, his hand moving to jerk his swollen head, giving it a few pumps. He retracts his hips to align his fat cock to your hole.

Pushing in ever so slightly, his warm tip pushes past the resistance of your hole, bullying your walls open. And then Seungcheol suddenly stills.

You whine loudly almost immediately at the pause, your hole fluttering around his tip in excitement. “Please- cheol, I want it so bad, need you so bad”

His hand slaps your ass harshly, “You want it so bad baby?” You nod desperately as the need claws at your insides. Gosh you needed to feel his dick between your warm walls, you needed to feel his head brushing against your g-spot over and over and over until you couldn't help but cum and cream his cock to your hearts content.

“Then fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Show me how desperate you are for me to fill you up.”

Your whines turn into mewls of frustration, only to be silenced instantly by a slap that lands flush on your soft plump ass. A warning.

Tears cling to your eyelashes as you move your hips ever so slightly. You arch your back further, practically laying your chest on the bed, giving more access for you to fuck yourself on his dick. The stretch that follows when you slowly sink back into his cock has your hands scramming to clutch something. You bunch the sheets under your hands, biting down on them.

Both of you let out muffled moans, eyes closing to feel how your pussy clamped down on his head.

Knowing you were going to receive yet another punishing spank if you stilled any longer, you move your hips ever so slightly. Starting with a slow pace that barely caused either of you two to reach anywhere near your orgasm. “Tch- so slow love, c'mon, I know you can do better than that,” Seungcheol muttered, his hands gripping your ass tight enough for his nails to sink into your flesh a little.

You almost want to snark back, but you can barely make out a coherent sentence, all your brain cells focusing on accommodating Seungcheol's heavy cock in your pussy.

Laying your palms flat on the bed as you raise your hips to try and angle yourself better, you set a faster pace. Squelching noises resonating through the room as your pussy stretches and gapes to take his cock down to the hilt. You retreat back to fully slam back down again, and while doing, his cockhead brushes against the spot that has you writhing.

“Oh- Oh my fucking god- hannhhg”

Your moans spill past despite the makeshift gag, the sheets barely serving their purpose to muffle your noises.

“Fuck thats it-” That is all the warning that you receive, before Seungcheol's hands grip your hips and slam you back onto his dick. He moves your body as he pleases, making you bounce up and down on his cock. His head falls back, relishing the feeling of your soft walls that had his muscles clenching hard.

Your toes curl when Seungcheol manhandles you to angle his cock to hit right where he feels home. The incessant thrusts and an animalistic pace he sets has you gushing around his cock in minutes.

“Fuckfuckfuck- oh- fuck,” Seungcheol lets out a series of curses as your pussy tightens around his dick harshly, immediately making him tip over his own edge. His hips relentlessly smack against your ass, as he rides his own orgasm out. His dick painting your walls with his cum, filling you up so fucking good, it has you believing the amount of cum rests like a subtle bump on your lower abdomen.

“Mhmfg- how about one more round, cheolie?” You ask, teasingly.

[kwanhae]

stay - csc

tags/warnings: smut, mdni, dubcon(?), bdsm themes, dom! seungcheol, sub! reader, camstars! seungcheol & reader, not proofread

your body’s writhing from the orgasm, the vibrator is still resting right on top of your stomach, just barely above the place you want it the most. the small vibrations help you ride your high. your whimpers fill the room. you can’t help but buck against the pressure.

“look at her. pathetic,” seungcheol spits toward the camera.

you want to whine, but you know it might lead to another round of edging. you desperately don’t want that right now.

“you want more? such a greedy, greedy girl…” he adds.

his voice affects you more than you realise. his hand raises to hit your pussy, and you can hear it — how wet it is. it’s obscene. in the far corner, you can hear the sound of tips coming in. the blinking red light reminds you where you are.

you helplessly try to grind into his hand, but as quickly as you do, seungcheol replaces it with the vibrator, set on high. your thighs immediately try to close, attempting to block out the intense pressure. his hands are rough as he keeps them apart, even angling the vibrator back onto your clit.

“you like that, right? if you wanna be greedy, i’ll give you what you want,” seungcheol spits.

your pussy is on full display for the camera. he notices the signs even before you do — the way your fingers curl against the sheets, pulling at them, the way your whiny whimpers fade into silent gasps.

seungcheol knows he’s got you. as his eyes meet yours, his eyebrows lift slightly, making that expression that makes you swoon. your eyes are watery as you try so hard to be a good girl and wait for his command, desperate and on the edge.

“cum,” he whispers.

and you do. god, you do. after the previous orgasms, this one is the strongest. your eyes roll back into skull. you don’t even feel the liquid gushing out of you; your body is buzzing. you feel seungcheol’s steady grip on your shaking thighs.

“so, so pretty,” seungcheol praises, sweet as ever.

slowly calming you down with soft touches and sweet nothings in your ear.

“that’s all for today, darlings. hope you enjoyed,” he turns back to the camera, ending the stream.

that’s your cue. you rush to pick up your clothes from the floor, quickly getting dressed despite the soreness in your legs.

“i’ve gotta go. see you, seungcheol,” you run off quickly.

seungcheol sighs as his hands busy themselves with the camera. this was supposed to be a contractual agreement — you and him, a few hours on cam for his regular bdsm livestream. he has tried other partners, but they’ve never given the same satisfaction as you. your reactions and sounds are right up his alley, and most of all, your openness to everything.

you have given him total control over almost everything. every kink and fantasy he had, you embraced with open arms. you were everything he wanted in a partner for this. but lately, you’ve been running out the door every chance you get.

the memory of your fucked-out expression is still clear and vivid in his mind, but your figure has already left — nothing to touch or feel anymore. aftercare is just an afterthought for you. no cuddle sessions, nothing. frustration piles up in seungcheol’s heart and mind; his annoyance is clear.

next time, he’ll keep you here.

the next time comes soon enough. your hands are locked behind you with red furry handcuffs, your eyes covered by a soft red ribbon — the vision of a perfect submissive. your whimpers are still loud for the camera, and especially for seungcheol.

“d-daddy,” your whiny voice calls out to him.

the sound enters seungcheol’s ears and goes straight to his cock. no other sub compares to you.

“isn’t she cute, darlings?” he taunts, speaking into the camera.

“i’m gonna keep her like this for a long time,” you can hear the smirk in his voice. all it does is make you wetter.

seungcheol enjoys it too much. his fingers pinch your clit, earning even louder whining from you. pleasure fills you entirely when he shoves his fingers into your pussy without warning. a silent moan falls from your lips as you arch your back. his thrusts are relentless, overwhelming in every way, leaving you breathless.

he loves you like this — at his mercy, not running away. all the times you left the room without even a proper goodbye after he gave you the greatest pleasure of your life.

maybe the last rounds of edging, never made you learn your lesson.

maybe this time it will stick.

he keeps you on the edge for god knows how long. your body is too obedient to him, you’re not in control anymore. despite the fact that your clit is sore from being played with, then ignored. it’s your mind that’s being tested the most.

seungcheol only smiles when he realised he’s had enough. you’re pathetic thrusting in the air where his hands were, was enough for him. he kept you there for two hours.

if you could see, the glint in his eyes through that red band, you would realise that you’ve dealt with the devil.

but in a blink of an eye, his hot breath in your ear suddenly feels like an angel’s call. a piece of heaven.

“cum, baby,”

his words are the last thing you truly hear before the overwhelming high crashes down on you. your body is writhing in pure pleasure. seungcheol fingers don’t stop, his constant rubbing aids you in coming down from that high.

“so so good,” he praises. you preen.

you hear how he’s stepping away from you, to head to the camera. you also then hear his soft goodbye and the click, signifying the end of the session. so the next reasonable thing for you to do, is wait for him to release you from your bounds.

but it doesn’t come.

you only hear his footsteps circling the bed. he doesn’t feel far but doesn’t feel near enough. like he is the predator circling his prey. you’re at a loss. you don’t know what to do, you’re still a little floaty from the orgasm.

you call out.

“seungcheol,” your soft voice echoes through the room.

“not my name, baby,”

he all but growls. his voice alone, sends trembles through your body.

he isn’t done with you.

well, not yet.

a/n: thoughts? tell me if u want a full fic, i have a lot of ideas for these two.

[sluttywonwoo]

do u ever think abt big buff strong cheol who is usually so in control but then he comes in his pants and is so flustered by it and yes this was sponsored by all the other cumming in their pants drabbles you’ve written thank u 😵‍💫

“baby, wait-” seungcheol cuts himself off with an undignified sound you’ve never heard him make before, writhing underneath you as you continue to suck him through his sweats.

you don't let up. you've been edging him for way longer than he'd normally let you (fully clothed, at that) and you can tell he's finally reaching his breaking point.

usually, your boyfriend would exert his strength to overpower you. use those big muscles of his to manhandle you into place or strong-arm you into behaving… but today you have him cuffed to your bed frame, completely at your mercy.

the restraints don’t stop him from trying to take control, though. he yanks at them and attempts to wriggle free, as though his thick hands would ever slip through the tight metal cuffs. he even tried to flip you over with his thighs but there was still no way he’d be able to get on top of you with the way you have his arms positioned above his head. game over.

"i thought you were going to ride me," he pants miserably.

"i am,” you promise, “once you get hard for me again.”

he curses your name, then quickly resorts to begging when it becomes clear that you’re dead serious about the threats you made earlier.

“please, angel. i don’t want to cum my pants— please! it’ll feel so much better inside you. or, or in your mouth! i just, fuck!”

he whines, fists clenching and unclenching as he fights off the inevitable.

the taste of precum through fabric isn’t amazing by any means but it is worth it as a means to an end.

seungcheol looks so gone like this: cheeks flushed, hair damp and sticking to his forehead, the wet spot on the front of his joggers from both your mouth and his weeping cock… the hard, twitching outline of which only drawing one’s eyes to it even more… you might cum your pants from the sight alone.

you suck harder, ignoring the cottony feeling on your tongue and the ache of your jaw because you know he’s so. close.

“oh god, i’m right there. baby, please don’t— i can’t stop it! i’m gonna, fuck!”

his entire body tenses and releases as he cums. only some of his spend actually ends up in your mouth. the rest seeps into the fabric around his crotch, wasted.

when he comes down from it, you expect hell. you think he must be itching to turn the tables and get revenge. instead, he pouts, turning his big brown doe eyes on you with such compelling force that it makes you want to ruin him all over again.

“babyyy. look at what you made me do!”

you can’t stop the sickly sweet grin that spreads across your face as you stroke his still-trembling thigh. “i know. made such a pretty mess for me, didn’t you? want me to make you do it again?”

[subbydubbycarat]

Call Your Pocket 🎱

📝 MASTERLIST | 📚 BLOG

Tags and warnings:

Scoups x reader

Jeonghan x reader

MFM | semi-public sex | praise kink | blowjob | cunnilingus | begging | double penetration | anal | creampie | cum on tits

The billiards room hums with a quiet intensity, the overhead lamp bathing the green baize in a warm glow that dances across the polished cues leaning against the wall.

You lean over the table, cue in hand, lining up your shot with deliberate slowness.

‘Five ball, side pocket,’ you sink the ball easily, straightening up with a triumphant grin.

Seungcheol's presence fills the space, his tall, muscular frame towering over you as he positions himself behind your body. His large hands—rough from handling weights and cues alike—settle on your waist, fingers splaying wide to encompass your curves.

'Arch your back a bit more, yeah, just like that,' he rumbles, his voice a deep gravel that vibrates through your chest.

You feel the heat radiating from him, his broad shoulders eclipsing the light as he leans in close, the scent of his cologne mixing with something earthier, more primal.

You're both committed to this game of strip pool, the rules simple and wicked: foul and lose a piece of clothing. The first half a hour went by with plenty of teasing but no clothing lost. Now, you have 4 balls remaining while he only has 3. Stakes are high.

‘Same pocket,’ you gesture and bend over the table to take your next shot, cue in hand, his body presses flush against yours.

His massive chest molds to your back, and you can sense the sheer size of him—how his thighs, thick as tree trunks, bracket your legs. One hand guides your arm along the cue, his grip firm and unyielding, while the other lingers on your hip, thumb tracing lazy circles that send sparks skittering across your skin.

'Eyes on the ball, baby. Don't let me distract you.' But he does, of course. His hips shift forward ever so slightly, the bulge in his jeans—a promise of his enormous cock—nudging against the cleft of your ass. It's huge, even through the fabric, making your pussy clench in anticipation.

Pushing your ass out, you grin as hear a groan. You draw back the cue, but he teasing him has consequences. His free hand slips up under your shirt, palm flat against your stomach, fingers inching toward the underside of your bra. The contact makes your shot wobble; the white ball going wide.

'Oops,' he chuckles, low and filthy. 'That's your shirt, then. Take it off slow for me.'

Heart pounding, you straighten up and face him, his dark eyes devouring you as you grasp the hem of your top. You peel it upward inch by inch, the fabric dragging over your ribs, exposing the soft swell of your belly first. Higher it goes, revealing the lacy edge of your bra, then the full curve of your tits straining against the cups. Finally, you tug it over your head, letting your hair cascade back down. Your breasts heave with each breath, nipples pebbling under his stare.

Seungcheol's gaze locks on them, hungry. 'Fuck, look at those perfect tits. So full and ready.'

He steps closer, his height making you feel small, delicate. His hands—those big, capable paws—cup your breasts gently at first, thumbs brushing over the peaks through the lace. You gasp, and he smirks. 'Good girl, letting me see you like this.'

His turn now. He tips his head to gesture at the corner pocket, lines up a shot effortlessly, potting number 11. But on the next, you slide up to the front of the table and bend down, elbows on the table, face resting on your hands, ‘That’s a tough shot, Cheol.’ You blink innocently as you push your breasts out with your elbows, right in his line of sight.

He scratches the shot, the cue ball flying off the table. You laugh, light and teasing. 'Oh, oppa, is that the best you can do? Maybe I should call Jeonghan or Mingyu to teach me properly. They wouldn't miss like that.'

Seungcheol's eyes darken, a low growl rumbling from his throat. He rounds the table in two strides, his hand coming down on your ass with a sharp spank that makes you yelp and jolt forward. The sting blooms hot across your skin, and you bite your lip to stifle a moan. 'Watch that mouth, baby. Tease me again, and I'll make you regret it.'

His fingers dig into your hip, pulling you back against his hardening cock straining through his pants.

‘Yes sir,’ you whine, breathless.

'Guess I owe you a layer.' He chuckles, stands tall, towering over the table as he grips his shirt.

Slowly, he lifts it, the fabric clinging to his defined abs before revealing the deep V of his hips, the dark happy trail snaking down. Up it goes, over his pecs—solid slabs of muscle that flex under the light—and finally off, tossed aside. His torso is a masterpiece of power, shoulders broad enough to block out the world, arms corded with veins. You can't help but stare at the outline of his cock, straining massively against his jeans, the zipper tented obscenely. He's built like a god, every inch screaming dominance.

Distracted, you miss your next shot, the white ball scratching one of his stripes instead of your solids.

Cheol unhooks your bra with a familiar flick, sliding the straps down your shoulders agonizingly slow, letting the cups fall away to bare your chest completely. Your tits spill free, heavy and round, nipples stiff in the room's chill. He doesn't touch yet, just watches as they rise and fall with your quickening breaths, the weight of them shifting subtly with each inhale.

He easily sets up his next shot but doesn’t pot a ball.

Back to you. Seungcheol’s teaching resumes, but now with your tits bare, brushing the cool edge of the table as you lean down. He presses in again, his bare chest hot against your back, one huge hand sliding around to palm your breast fully. It's dwarfed in his grasp, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, kneading as you try to focus.

'Squeeze the cue like this,' he whispers, but his thumb rolls your nipple, pinching just hard enough to make you whimper. The distraction works; you miscue badly.

'Skirt next. Show me those legs.' Biting your lip, you hook your thumbs into the waistband, shimmying the fabric down your hips with deliberate slowness. It catches on the curve of your ass, then slides over your thighs, revealing the smooth skin inch by inch until it hits the floor. Now in just panties, your body flushes under his gaze, pussy already throbbing.

Seungcheol's eyes rake over you as you stand, lingering on how your tits sway gently as you step out of the skirt, the natural bounce making them jiggle enticingly. 'Goddamn, you're tiny compared to me. Gonna look so good spread out.'

He takes his shot, pots the remaining stripes and sinks the eight ball with a final, authoritative crack. “I win,” he declares, unzipping his jeans with a predatory grin.

He shoves them down slowly, the denim hugging the powerful muscles of his thick thighs before pooling at his ankles. His boxers follow, and out springs his cock—fucking massive, thick as your wrist, the length curving upward with a fat, plum-colored head already glistening with a bead of pre-cum. It’s an intimidating monument of flesh, veins throbbing visibly along the shaft, his balls heavy and full below. “Be a good girl and let me claim my prize.”

You don’t hesitate, dropping to your knees on the floor. You wrap your lips around the swollen head, sucking eagerly as he threads his fingers through your hair, gripping tight to guide you deeper down his shaft. “That’s it, take it all for oppa,” he groans, his hips giving a shallow thrust.

Your mouth is stretched obscenely wide, your tongue flattening against the thick underside as you suck hard, tasting the salty-slick pre-cum leaking from his slit. You hollow your cheeks, bobbing faster, slurping noisily while your free hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently. Between your thighs, your wet cunt throbs, juices already trickling down your inner legs, soaking your panties as you imagine that thick cock splitting you open.

He pulls back slightly, smirking down at you. “Such a greedy little slut, aren't you? Look at you, dripping just from sucking me off.” You nod frantically, mouth full, eyes watering as you take him deeper, gagging softly when the head hits the back of your throat. “Good girl. Keep going, get oppa nice and hard for that tight pussy of yours.” Your tits nipples are hard as rocks, begging for attention as you work him over.

Straightening up, he’s fully naked now, his cock standing straight and glistening with your spit, veins pulsing along its girth. His enormous frame closes in, towering over you. “One more lesson before I taste you.”

He maneuvers you fully onto the table, the green felt scratching your back as he spreads your legs wide, knees hooked over the edges. Your panties are last; he tugs them down torturously slow, exposing your shaved mound, then the slick lips of your pussy, already puffy and glistening.

“Look at my jagi’s pretty little cunt, dripping for my big cock,” he murmurs, voice rough with lust. He kneels between your thighs, his broad shoulders forcing your legs even wider. His hands grip your inner thighs, thumbs parting your folds to reveal your clit, swollen and needy, peeking out like it’s desperate for his touch. “Beg me to eat your pussy, baby. Tell oppa how bad you want my tongue buried in that sloppy hole.”

Your voice trembles, hips bucking up instinctively. “Please, Cheol… oppa, lick my pussy. Make me cum all over your face. I need it so fucking bad.” He chuckles darkly, blowing a hot breath over your exposed flesh, making you shiver. “I can’t hear you.”

You do, voice breaking, hips thrusting up to his face. “Pl-please Cheol-oppa, lick my—no, your dripping slut cunt, I need you so bad. Eat me out, finger me until I squirt. Please!”

He grins wickedly and finally dives in. His tongue—hot and flat—licks a long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, savoring your tangy sweetness. You moan loudly, tits heaving on your chest, the bounce more pronounced as your body arches off the table. He latches onto your clit, sucking hard while two thick fingers—his are so damn big—push into your pussy, stretching the walls with a wet squelch. He curls them, pumping lazily, tongue flicking relentlessly. Your breasts jiggle with each thrust of his hand, nipples tracing wild patterns in the air as you writhe, pinching one yourself to heighten the ache.

Foreplay drags on, teasing you mercilessly. He adds a third finger, the stretch burning deliciously, making you gasp and clench around him. “Fuck, so tight for such a slutty cunt. I’m gonna wreck this hole later, fill it with my cum until it leaks out.”

His mouth slurps greedily at your juices, chin dripping as he laps up every drop, alternating between broad licks and pinpoint sucks on your throbbing clit.

Your hips grind against his face, tits bouncing wildly now, nipples hard as diamonds scraping the air. “Oppa, more… please, don’t stop. I’m your dirty little toy, use me, I- I’m going to cum—” you plead, voice hoarse, body quivering on the edge.

He pulls his fingers out abruptly, leaving you empty and whining, then slaps your soaked pussy lightly, the sting making you jolt. “Not yet, baby. You cum when I say.”

His tongue delves back in, fucking into your entrance while his thumb circles your clit, building the pressure slowly, drawing out every whimper until you’re a trembling, begging mess, tits heaving with each ragged breath.

Suddenly, the door creaks open, and Jeonghan steps in, eyes darkening with amusement as he takes in the sight—you splayed out, legs wide, Cheol’s face buried between your thighs. He leans against the wall, already palming his crotch. “Starting without me? That’s no fun.”

Seungcheol lifts his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a possessive growl escaping. “Join if you want, but she’s mine first.” Jeonghan chuckles, stripping off his shirt and pants in one fluid motion, his cock springing free—longer than Seungcheol’s, sleek and veined, tip already beading with pre-cum. “Sharing’s caring, Cheol. Let’s give her what she really wants—two cocks to milk dry.”

You whimper, still riding the edge of your denied orgasm, pussy clenching around nothing. “Please… both of you. Oppa, Cheol… fuck me together. I need your thick cocks stretching me, filling every hole.” Jeonghan’s eyes gleam as he strokes himself, stepping closer. “Hear that? Our little slut’s begging for it. Don’t make her wait, Cheol.”

Seungcheol stands, wiping his slick chin, and flips you onto your back with effortless strength, your tits smacking against your chest from the motion. He lines up his thick cock at your entrance, rubbing the head through your folds, coating it in your arousal. “You want this, jagi? Beg for oppa’s cock in your dripping cunt.”

“Yes! Please, Cheol-oppa, fuck my pussy hard. Stretch me with that fat cock,” you cry, arching back. He thrusts in deep with one brutal snap of his hips, bottoming out, your walls fluttering around his girth as you cry out, tits bouncing from the impact.

Jeonghan climbs onto the table, kneeling by your head, his long cock bobbing inches from your lips. “Open up, baby. Suck me good and get it wet for that tight ass of yours.”

You obey eagerly, mouth watering as you wrap your lips around him, tongue swirling over the veined length while moaning around the fullness. Seungcheol starts pounding your pussy relentlessly, each slam making your body jolt forward onto Jeonghan’s cock, your tits swaying heavily beneath you, nipples grazing the felt.

“Fuck, she’s swallowing me whole,” Jeonghan groans, threading fingers into your hair to fuck your face shallowly. “Such a perfect cocksucker.”

Seungcheol’s pace quickens, balls slapping against your ass, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “This cunt’s gripping me like a vice. You love being shares, don’t you?”

You can only hum in agreement, spit trailing from your lips as Jeonghan pulls out, strings connecting you.

They switch seamlessly—Seungcheol pulls out with a wet pop, your pussy gaping slightly, and Jeonghan slides into you, his longer length hitting deeper, brushing that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes. “God, so fucking tight. Bounce on it—show us those tits.”

You do, hips rolling as he thrusts up, your breasts jiggling wildly, nipples erect and begging to be twisted.

Cheol moves behind you, spitting on your ass, rubbing his thick cock against the puckered hole. “Beg for it here too. Tell oppa you want your ass filled while he wrecks your pussy.”

“Please, Cheol… fuck my ass. Both of you, stuff me full. I’m your dirty whore, use every hole,” you gasp, pushing back against him. He presses in slowly, the burn intense as your ring stretches around his girth, inch by agonizing inch, until he’s seated deep. The fullness overwhelms you, cocks rubbing through the thin wall between them, hitting every sensitive spot. They find a rhythm, syncing their thrusts—Jeonghan deep in your pussy, Seungcheol claiming your ass—making your body rock between them.

Your tits bounce erratically with each pound, nipples hardening further as Jeonghan reaches down to pinch and roll them roughly. “Cum for us, slut. Milk our cocks with that greedy body.” Seungcheol spanks your ass cheek hard, the slap echoing, skin blooming red. “Yeah, squeeze tighter. You’re gonna take our loads like a good girl.”

The sensations crash over you—stretching, fullness, friction—building to a shattering peak. You beg incoherently—“Oppa, Cheol, harder… don’t stop, fuck me raw”—as waves crash over you, pussy and ass clenching rhythmically, juices squirting around Jeonghan’s pistoning cock.

They follow soon after, grunts filling the air. Seungcheol floods your ass with hot spurts of cum, pulsing deep inside, while Jeonghan pulls out to paint your tits white, thick ropes landing on your heaving breasts, dripping down your nipples. Panting, they collapse around you, the snooker table a mess of sweat, cum, and satisfaction.

To be continued.