can you do wanting to ride seungcheol for the first time? when u have always been a pillow princess but one day u just wanna bounce on him!! 🙈
Need more convincing||Seungcheol
Word count:1.2k+
Notes: so glad I got two fics out today! Hope you enjoy! Requests open
You've noticed how Seungcheol always puts your needs first, whether it's in bed or outside of it. His selflessness has become endearing, but tonight you want to show him how much you appreciate him.
As you both lie in bed, you roll over and straddle his waist, looking down at his surprised face. "Let me take care of you for once," you whisper, running your hands down his chest. Seungcheol's eyes widen slightly, his hands instinctively resting on your hips. He's used to being the dominant one, but he can see the determination in your eyes.
"Y/N, you don't have to do that," he says softly, though his grip on your hips tightens slightly. "I like taking care of you."
"I know you do, but I want to. Please let me make you feel good," you insist, leaning down to kiss his neck. "I've been thinking about this for a while." You start grinding against him slowly, feeling him harden beneath you. Seungcheol lets out a low moan as you grind against him, his resolve starting to crumble.
"Fuck... okay," he finally agrees, his voice husky with desire. "Show me what you've got then, baby." You smile triumphantly and begin to remove his clothes, taking your time to savor the moment.
"Good boy," you tease, kissing down his chest as you work. "Just relax and enjoy it." Seungcheol chuckles at your attempt to dominate him, amused by how cute you look trying to take charge.
"You're adorable when you try to be dominant," he teases back, watching you with a smirk. "But you're still my little sub at heart." You roll your eyes playfully and wrap your hand around his now fully hard cock, giving it a few slow strokes.
"We'll see about that," you challenge, leaning down to flick your tongue against the tip. "I can make you beg too." Seungcheol's smirk falters as you lick him, his breath hitching slightly. He tries to maintain his composure, but the feeling of your tongue on him makes him groan.
"You're playing a dangerous game," he warns, though his hips buck up involuntarily. "I might have to take back control if you keep that up." You take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his length while maintaining eye contact. Your hands continue to stroke what doesn't fit.
Seungcheol's hands grip the sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white as he fights the urge to grab your head and fuck your mouth. You pull off with a pop, leaving Seungcheol panting and frustrated. You slowly remove your panties, tossing them aside and positioning yourself above him again.
"Not so tough now, are you?" you taunt, rubbing yourself against his cock teasingly. "I can see how badly you want to touch me." Seungcheol grits his teeth, his muscles tensing as he restrains himself. Despite his growing need, he refuses to break.
"I'm just enjoying the show," he manages to say, though his voice is strained. "You're not going to break me that easily." You lower yourself onto him slowly, inch by inch, feeling every ridge and vein as you take him in. You watch his face closely, noticing the way his jaw clenches and his eyes darken with lust.
"Mmm... you feel so good inside me," you moan, finally fully seated on him. "But I bet you're dying to touch me now." You start moving at a torturously slow pace, rolling your hips in circles. Your hands rest on his chest as you lean back slightly, giving him a full view of your body. Seungcheol's control starts to slip again, his fingers twitching as he fights the urge to grab your hips and speed up the pace.
"Fuck... Y/N... you're killing me," he groans, his eyes locked on where your bodies are joined. You suddenly increase your pace, bouncing up and down on him with renewed vigor. The sound of skin slapping fills the room again, mixed with your moans and his grunts.
Seungcheol's hands shoot up to grip your waist, finally giving in to the pleasure. His fingers dig into your skin as he helps guide your movements. With each movement, you focus on hitting your own sweet spot, chasing your own orgasm while still giving Seungcheol pleasure. Your thighs burn from the effort, but you're determined to make this memorable.
"Yes, just like that... you're so deep," you gasp, your walls clenching around him. "I want to feel you cum inside me." Seungcheol's smile turns wicked as he watches you become lost in your pleasure. He thrusts up to meet your movements, hitting your g-spot perfectly.
"That's it, baby. Let go for me," he encourages, his voice rough with desire. "Cum on my cock while I fill you up." You shake your head defiantly, trying to maintain control even as your body betrays you. The pleasure is overwhelming, but you refuse to give in to his command.
"No... I want you to cum first," you insist through clenched teeth, slowing down your pace again. "I want to make you feel good." Seungcheol groans in frustration and surrender, his body trembling beneath you. The teasing has pushed him to his limit.
"You're such a tease," he growls, his grip tightening on your waist. "I'm gonna cum so hard for you, Y/N." Your head falls back as you feel him getting closer, your own orgasm building rapidly. The sight of you in ecstasy sends him over the edge.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!" he shouts, pulling you down hard as he releases inside you, filling you with his hot cum. You relish the feeling of his warm cum filling you up, your inner walls milking him for every drop. Your body shudders with your own orgasm, your juices mixing with his as you both ride out the intense pleasure.
"Yes, baby... that's it," you moan again, collapsing onto his chest as you both catch your breath. "You're so good at filling me up." Seungcheol wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he kisses your forehead tenderly. His chest rises and falls rapidly against yours.
He murmurs, nuzzling your hair. "You did such a good job taking control, but I'm still the dominant one here." You chuckle softly, still trying to catch your breath. "We'll see about that. I think I proved myself pretty well."
You snuggle closer to him, enjoying the afterglow and the feeling of being filled with his cum. Seungcheol's smirk widens as he hears your response. He shifts beneath you, his cock still buried inside you.
"Maybe I need more convincing," he says teasingly. "Maybe you need to show me who's really in charge again."
like the reader put him on a sex ban for two months but 4 weeks later he couldn't hold himself back anymore 😔 and can you do size kink like Mingyu is much bigger in size and she's really tiny than him and what if he didn't let her adjust because she put him on a ban for no reason and can you add bulge kink and cream pie too and maybe multiple rounds (from bent in the kitchen, to the bedroom) and multiple positions (bent over, missionary, doggy and cow girl) and mingyu manhandles her around, make it rough and messy, i hope this isn't too much, i love ur works btw, sorry if this is too much 😭😭
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4 Week Ban || Kim Mingyu x Reader
Notes: this was such a fun task cos there was so much but I hope you enjoy!
Word count: 2.6k+
Mingyu walks through the door, looking frustrated and restless after a night out with his friends. He's been trying to respect your sex ban for the past four weeks, but his need for you is growing more intense every day.
"Babe," he calls out, searching for you. "I need to talk to you." He finds you in the living room, and the sight of you makes his breath catch in his throat. You look so beautiful and relaxed, and he can't help but notice the way your clothes hug your curves.
"I can't do this anymore," he says, his voice rough with desire. "I need you, Y-N. I need to feel you, to taste you, to be inside you." He moves closer to you, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily. "I know I promised to respect your rules," he continues, "but it's driving me insane. Please, baby. Let me have you tonight."
As he stands there, begging for your touch, his cock strains against his jeans - a visible bulge that proves just how desperate he really is. Mingyu presses his lips to your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin while his hands grip your waist. His large frame towers over you as he traps you against the wall.
"Please," he begs again, his hot breath fanning against your skin. "I'll do anything you want. Just let me have you." He rolls his hips against you, grinding his massive bulge against your stomach as he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck to your collarbone. "I can't stop thinking about how good you feel," he whispers, his hands sliding lower to squeeze your ass.
"Are you really begging me right now?" you tease, though your voice trembles slightly with arousal. Mingyu groans and nuzzles into your neck, his body shaking with need. "Yes," he admits, his fingers digging into your skin. "I'll get on my knees if I have to."
He slowly sinks down to the floor, kneeling in front of you with his face level with your stomach. "Please, baby," he whispers, looking up at you with desperate eyes. "Please let me make you feel good. Let me worship you like you deserve." Mingyu practically carries you to the bedroom, his strength and eagerness evident in his movements. As soon as you reach the bed, he lays you down and starts undressing you with trembling hands.
"I've missed this so much," he breathes out, his eyes dark with desire as he strips you bare. "Missed your body, missed making you moan and writhe under me." He quickly sheds his own clothes, revealing his impressive length that's already standing at full attention. Crawling between your legs, he positions himself over you and runs his hands up your thighs.
"Spread your legs for me," he commands huskily, his fingers tracing circles on your skin. "Let me see how wet you are for me." Mingyu's eyes are wild with hunger as he takes in the sight of your exposed body, his cock twitching visibly with anticipation. He looks like a man who's been deprived of water for weeks and is finally presented with an oasis.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, lowering himself to nuzzle at your inner thighs. "You have no idea how many times I've dreamed about this." He kisses and licks his way up your thighs, his large hands holding you open as he gets closer to your core. "You're mine," he growls possessively. "All mine."
Without warning, he dives in, burying his face between your legs and devouring you like a man possessed. His tongue laps at your folds hungrily, while his fingers dig into your hips to keep you still. Mingyu's tongue moves expertly against your clit, his skilled mouth driving you wild with pleasure. His hands continue to hold you in place as he devours you, groaning against your sensitive flesh.
"You taste so good," he mutters between licks, his eyes locked on your face to watch your reactions. "I could do this all night." He adds a finger to the mix, pushing it deep inside you while his tongue continues its relentless assault. "Cum for me," he commands, curling his finger just right to hit your g-spot. "I want to feel you cum on my face."
His other hand moves to your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. Mingyu is absolutely wrecked as he feasts on you, his hair disheveled and his lips glistening with your arousal. His cock is leaking precum against your thigh, showing just how affected he is by your pleasure.
"Please," he begs again, his voice hoarse with need. "I need to be inside you. Need to feel your walls clenching around me." He continues his assault with his mouth and fingers, desperate to make you cum before he loses control completely. "Cum for me, baby," he pleads one more time, adding a second finger to stretch you further.
"Mingyu, I-" you gasp, arching your back as his skilled mouth and fingers drive you closer to the edge. "I'm so close..." Mingyu moans against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. "That's it," he encourages, pumping his fingers faster. "Let go for me, baby. I've got you."
He sucks your clit harder, his tongue swirling around it mercilessly as he feels your walls start to flutter around his fingers. Mingyu feels your orgasm hit you like a wave, your body tensing and shaking beneath him as you cry out his name. He keeps his mouth on you through it, lapping up every drop of your release while his fingers continue to work you through your high.
"So perfect," he whispers against your skin, finally pulling away when your trembling subsides. "But I'm not done with you yet." He moves up your body, positioning himself between your legs once more. His cock is impossibly hard and leaking, twitching against your thigh as he stares down at you with hungry eyes. Mingyu's control snaps completely as he thrusts inside you in one swift motion, groaning at the tightness of your walls around him. "Fuck, you feel so good," he growls, not even giving you a moment to adjust before starting a punishing pace.
"You did this to me," he grunts, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Making me wait for four weeks... teasing me every day... it's your fault I'm like this." His hips slam against yours with bruising force, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. He looks completely feral, his face contorted with pleasure and a hint of anger as he takes you roughly. Mingyu's lips curl into a devilish smile as he looks down at you, his thrusts never slowing. "You're so small under me," he purrs, "like a little doll I can just use for my pleasure."
He lifts your legs over his shoulders, bending you nearly in half as he drives deeper into you. "Look at how well you're taking me," he says with a satisfied smirk. "Your body was made for me to break it." Mingyu's eyes fixate on the bulge in your stomach where his massive cock is visible, his own smirk growing wider. "Look at that," he says with a groan, "I can see myself fucking you from the outside."
He runs his hand over the bulge, pressing down slightly to feel himself moving inside you. "So deep," he growls, his pace becoming more erratic. "No one else can make you feel like this, can they?" Your moans are music to Mingyu's ears as he keeps up his rough pace, his fingers digging into your skin. "That's right, baby," he grunts, "let everyone hear how much you love being fucked by me."
He shifts the angle of his hips, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. "You're mine," he repeats possessively. "Only mine. I'll never let anyone else have you." Mingyu flips you onto your stomach without pulling out, pulling your hips up to meet his. He presses your face into the mattress, one hand on your neck while the other grips your waist.
"On all fours," he commands, his voice low and dominant. "Show me how much you want it." You can barely speak as Mingyu resumes his relentless pace, his hand tightening on your neck slightly. "Mingyu... please... harder," you manage to gasp out between moans.
He responds by slamming into you with brutal force, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. "Harder?" he growls. "You want it harder? Don't worry, I'll give you exactly what you need." Mingyu is a wreck behind you, his body covered in sweat as he chases his own release. His hips move at an almost animalistic pace, his grip on you bruising as he pounds into you mercilessly.
"I'm going to fill you up," he pants, his breath hot against your ear. "Gonna make you mine forever." His rhythm becomes erratic, signaling his impending orgasm as he leans over you, pressing his chest against your back. "Cum with me," he demands through gritted teeth. Mingyu thrusts into you once, twice more before he reaches his peak, spilling deep inside you with a loud groan. His body shudders as he fills you with his hot cum, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he claims you.
"Mine," he growls again, his hips still moving in shallow thrusts as he rides out his orgasm. "All mine." He collapses on top of you, both of you panting heavily as he catches his breath. "I love you," he whispers against your skin, finally coming back to his senses.
"I love you too," you say breathlessly, still trembling from the intense pleasure. "But you're heavy, Mingyu." Mingyu chuckles softly and rolls off you, pulling you into his arms instead. "Sorry," he murmurs, nuzzling into your neck. "I got a bit carried away there." He traces lazy patterns on your skin with his fingers, his breathing finally returning to normal. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"I'm okay," you reassure him, snuggling closer to his warmth. "Better than okay, actually. That was..." Mingyu grins against your neck, his ego clearly boosted. "That was," he agrees, "but next time, I'm going to make sure you can't walk for a week."
Mingyu watches you with a mix of admiration and surprise as you get up and head to the kitchen. "Babe, where are you going?" he calls out, stretching lazily on the bed. He quickly follows you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you reach the counter. "You're supposed to be cuddling with me," he whines playfully, nipping at your earlobe.
"I'm getting us some water," you explain, smiling at his neediness. "And maybe some snacks." Mingyu sighs dramatically but doesn't let go of you. "Fine, but only if you promise to come back to bed with me after." He presses a kiss to your shoulder, his hands roaming your body suggestively. Mingyu can't wait any longer and strides into the kitchen, his cock already hardening again as he approaches you. "Y-N, you're taking too long," he says with a smirk.
He pins you against the counter, his body pressed against yours as he reaches around to turn off the tap. "The snacks can wait," he growls, his hands sliding down to your hips. "I'm not done with you yet." Mingyu captures your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue invading your mouth possessively. His hands roam your body hungrily as he presses you against the countertop, the cool marble contrasting with his hot skin.
"I told you," he murmurs against your lips, "I'm going to make sure you can't walk tomorrow." He lifts you up effortlessly, setting you on the counter as he spreads your legs apart. Mingyu positions himself between your legs, his cock sliding through your folds teasingly. "You're still so wet for me," he says with satisfaction. "Such a good girl." He starts to push into you again, groaning at the way your walls flutter around him. "Look at me," he commands, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to see your face as I take you apart again."
"Mingyu, please," you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer. "I need you... need you so bad." Mingyu grins at your desperation, fully sheathing himself inside you in one smooth motion. "That's it, baby," he purrs, his hands gripping your thighs. "Beg for me." He starts thrusting at a steady pace, each movement deliberate and deep. "Tell me who owns this pussy," he demands, his fingers finding your clit to rub circles against it.
"You do, Mingyu," you moan out, your head falling back as pleasure courses through your body. "You own my pussy. It's all yours." Mingyu's pace quickens at your words, his hips snapping against yours with increasing force. "That's right," he growls, "and I'm going to remind you every day who you belong to."
He captures your lips in another bruising kiss, swallowing your moans as he fucks you on the kitchen counter. "Cum for me again," he commands, "show me how much you love being my little slut." Mingyu watches intently as his cock disappears into your wet heat, his eyes dark with primal lust. "Fuck, that's beautiful," he groans, "watching myself claim you like this."
His fingers dig into your thighs as he pulls you closer, his thrusts becoming more erratic and powerful. "So perfect," he mutters, his gaze fixed on where your bodies are joined. "Taking me so well... taking everything I give you." Mingyu carries you effortlessly, his powerful arms holding you up as he continues to pound into you. The new angle makes him hit even deeper, drawing desperate moans from your lips.
"Hold on tight," he grunts, pressing your back against the wall for leverage. His hips move at a relentless pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room again.
"You feel so fucking good," he growls against your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin. "I'm not stopping until you're completely wrecked." Mingyu hisses at the feeling of your nails raking down his back, his rhythm faltering for a moment. "That's it, mark me up," he groans, his pace becoming more punishing.
His hands grip your ass possessively as he slams into you, his forehead pressed against yours. "You're mine," he repeats again, "and I'm going to make sure everyone knows it." He bites down on your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, one hand moving to play with your sensitive nipples as he continues his brutal pace.
"Mingyu, I'm close," you manage to gasp out between moans, your body trembling with impending release. "So close, please..." Mingyu notices your signs of orgasm and adjusts his angle slightly, hitting your sweet spot with each deep thrust. "Cum for me one more time," he commands, his voice thick with desire.
"Let me feel you squeeze around my cock, baby. Let me fill you up again." He captures your lips in a passionate kiss, swallowing your screams as you tumble over the edge once more. Mingyu groans against your lips as your walls clench tightly around him, prolonging his own pleasure. "That's it," he pants, "scream for me while I fill you up again." He thrusts through your orgasm, releasing his hot seed deep inside you with a deep growl. His legs shake from the force of his release as he holds you tightly, both of you panting heavily against each other.
"So fucking good," he murmurs, pressing gentle kisses to your face. "You did so well, baby. You always do." He carries you to the couch, collapsing onto it with you still impaled on his cock. Mingyu nuzzles into your neck, still buried deep inside you. "You listening?" he whispers playfully. "No more banning me. I can't stay away from this pussy."
He gives a small, exhausted thrust, causing both of you to moan softly. "You're addicting," he says with a satisfied sigh. "And I don't think it can resist me."
Notes: stop it I can’t believe I’m back!! Hope you guys enjoy and please give me feedback!!
Mingyu has you pinned underneath him, his strong body hovering over yours. His eyes are filled with amusement as he looks down at your submissive position.
"Look at my little princess," he teases, grinding against you slowly. "Always so eager to be fucked but too lazy to do any work."
"I can't help it," you reply with a pout, arching your back slightly. "I just love feeling you take control." Mingyu chuckles, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head with one hand.
"That's why you're my perfect pillow princess," he says, using his free hand to caress your face. "You're mine to use however I want." Mingyu's smile widens as he picks up the pace, thrusting deeper into you. His hips snap against yours with increasing force, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.
"And you're so beautiful when you're being used," he groans, his eyes fixed on your face. "So beautiful and helpless under me." Mingyu notices your comfortable position and adjusts slightly, making sure you're perfectly positioned to take his cock.
"Comfy enough, princess?" he asks mockingly, but there's genuine care in his tone. "I want you to enjoy every second of this."
"Very comfy," you reply with a content smile, spreading your legs wider for him. "Thank you, Mingyu." Mingyu leans down to kiss your smile, his thrusts becoming more precise and targeted.
"Good girl," he praises between kisses. "Such a well behaved princess." Mingyu bites his lip harder as he watches you submit completely to him. His concentration intensifies as he focuses on hitting your sweet spot with each thrust.
"You're getting so tight," he groans, his breathing becoming heavier. "I can feel you squeezing me. Are you going to cum soon, princess?"
"Yes, I'm close," you moan, your body trembling with pleasure. "Please don't stop, Mingyu." Mingyu growls possessively, his grip on your wrists tightening.
"Never," he promises, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside you repeatedly. "I'll keep going until you're completely satisfied." You grab onto the pillow for support as your moans get louder. Mingyu notices your grip and smirks, loving how you're trying to hold on.
"That's it," he encourages, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Cum for me, baby." Mingyu can tell you're on the edge, your whimpers driving him wild. He leans down to whisper in your ear.
"Cum with me, princess. Cum on my cock while I fill you up." Mingyu's lips find your weak spot on your neck, attacking it with kisses and gentle bites. He knows exactly how to make you fall apart.
"I love seeing you like this," he whispers against your skin. "So desperate and needy." You suddenly grab Mingyu's arm, your nails digging into his skin as your orgasm hits you. Your body convulses beneath him, and you cry out his name.
"Mingyu! Fuck!" Your scream echoes through the room as you cum hard. Mingyu watches you with intense pleasure, his own orgasm triggered by your intense reaction.
"Fuck, Y/N!" he groans, burying himself deep inside you and releasing his hot cum. Mingyu collapses on top of you, panting heavily. He nuzzles your neck affectionately, still inside you.
"You're too perfect," he mumbles, his body shaking slightly from the intense orgasm. "Seeing you cum like that always makes me lose control." Mingyu gently brushes your hair away from your face, his touch tender and loving. He peppers soft kisses along your jawline.
"I love making you smile," he says softly, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "Especially after you cum."
"My beautiful pillow princess," Mingyu repeats with affection, pulling out slowly and rolling onto his side to face you. "You're my favorite way to relax."
dad yunho who has a big breeding kink and wants more kids asap
Make me a Daddy Again||Jeong Yunho
Word count:1k+
Notes: that’s it for today guys I hope you enjoyed <3
You and Yunho are putting your two children to bed, tucking them in and reading them a bedtime story. The kids are both tired, but they still try to protest, wanting to stay up and play with their parents.
"Alright, time for bed," Yunho says firmly, but with a gentle tone. "You both need your rest." The children groan in protest, but they eventually settle down and close their eyes. You and Yunho kiss them goodnight and quietly leave the room, closing the door behind you. As you walk down the hallway towards your bedroom, Yunho wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you close to him.
"Finally, some alone time," he whispers in your ear, his voice low and sultry. You sit at your vanity, removing your makeup and brushing your hair. Yunho stands behind you, his hands resting on your shoulders as he watches you in the mirror.
"You look beautiful tonight," he says, his fingers gently massaging your shoulders. You smile at him through the mirror, feeling his touch sending shivers down your spine. "Thank you," you reply softly. "But I'm sure I look tired after dealing with those two little monsters all day." Yunho chuckles, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. "You always look beautiful to me, no matter what," he says, his lips brushing against your ear. "Even when you're exhausted."
He moves his hands down to your waist, pulling you back against him. His chest presses against your back as he nuzzles his face into your neck. You can feel the heat of his body against yours, and you know that look in his eyes. It's the same look he gets whenever he wants something from you.
"Yunho," you say, your voice a mixture of amusement and caution. "I know that look." He grins at you through the mirror, his hands roaming over your body. "What look?" he asks innocently, though his actions betray his true intentions.
"The look that says you want something," you reply, turning around in your chair to face him. "And I have a feeling I know what it is." Yunho smirks, his eyes darkening with desire. "You're not wrong," he admits, stepping closer to you. "I do want something."
You raise an eyebrow at him, a playful smile on your lips. "And what might that be, my love?" you ask, your voice laced with a hint of seduction. Yunho leans down, his hands resting on the arms of the chair, caging you in. His face is inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin.
"I want you," he whispers huskily. "I want to make love to you, right here, right now." His words send a jolt of excitement through you, and you can feel your body responding to his closeness. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
"Are you sure the kids are asleep?" you ask, glancing towards the bedroom door. Yunho nods confidently. "They're out like lights," he assures you. "We won't be interrupted."
Yunho takes your hands in his, his eyes locked onto yours with a serious expression. "I want another baby," he says, his voice filled with longing. Your heart skips a beat at his words. You've talked about having another child before, but it's been a while since the last time you discussed it.
"Yunho..." you begin, a mixture of surprise and excitement in your voice. "Are you sure?" He nods again, squeezing your hands gently. "I've never been more sure of anything," he replies. "I want to see you pregnant again, carrying our child." He leans down to kiss you deeply, his lips moving against yours with a sense of urgency and passion. You can feel the heat between you growing, fueled by his desire to start a family again.
You break the kiss, looking up at him with a mix of desire and caution. "But what about the kids? They're already a handful." Yunho smiles softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I know they are," he says. "But we can handle it. We're a team, remember?"
He kneels down in front of you, resting his hands on your thighs. "And besides," he adds, his voice low and sultry. "I think you'd look even more beautiful pregnant." You feel your cheeks flush at his words, your body responding to his touch and his gaze. The thought of carrying his child again is both exciting and intimidating.
"You really want this, don't you?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. Yunho nods, his eyes burning with determination. "More than anything," he confirms. "I want to see you grow round with our baby again." You take a deep breath, considering his words carefully. The idea of having another child is both thrilling and terrifying, but you can't deny the love and desire you feel for Yunho.
"Okay," you say finally, a smile spreading across your face. "Let's do it. Let's have another baby." Yunho's face lights up with joy, and he stands up to pull you into a tight embrace. "You won't regret it," he promises, kissing you again with renewed passion. He lifts you up in his arms and carries you to the bed, laying you down gently. His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and contour as if it's the first time all over again.
"I love you," he whispers against your skin, his lips trailing kisses down your neck and chest. "And I can't wait to see you pregnant again." Yunho's movements are urgent and impatient as he quickly undresses, his eyes never leaving yours. His muscular body is on full display, his cock standing tall and ready for you. He climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. His hands grip your thighs, spreading them apart as he looks down at you with hunger in his eyes.
"You're so beautiful," he breathes, his voice thick with desire. "I need you so badly." He leans down to capture your lips in a deep kiss, his tongue invading your mouth as his hands explore your body once more. He trails his fingers down your stomach, imagining it swollen with his child again.
Yunho breaks the kiss, his smile widening as he gazes down at you. "Please," he begs, his voice filled with need. "Let me make you pregnant again. Let me give you another baby." He positions himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock teasing your wetness. He looks into your eyes, waiting for your permission.
"Say yes," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "Say yes and I'll fill you up, make you mine again."
"Yes, Yunho," you moan, your body aching for him. "Make me pregnant again. Make me yours." With your consent, Yunho pushes into you slowly, filling you completely. He groans at the sensation, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he begins to move.
"Fuck," he mutters, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. "You feel so good. So tight and wet for me." He starts to thrust into you with a steady rhythm, his movements becoming more urgent as he chases his release. He's determined to make this time count, to give you the baby you both want so badly.
"Make me a daddy," he repeats, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you come around me, want to fill you up with my cum." His thrusts become harder and deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes you see stars. He leans down to capture your nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting gently as he continues to pound into you.
"You're going to look so beautiful pregnant again," he growls against your skin. "Your breasts will get bigger, your belly will grow round and full." He reaches down to rub your clit, his fingers moving in quick circles as he feels you start to tighten around him. Yunho's growls become more animalistic as he loses himself in the moment, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate. He can feel your walls clenching around him, and he knows you're close to your climax.
"That's it," he grunts, his fingers working faster on your clit. "Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock and let me make you a mother again." He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, changing the angle of his thrusts and hitting even deeper inside you. The new position makes you cry out in pleasure, your body trembling beneath him.
"I'm gonna cum," he warns, his voice strained. "I'm gonna fill you up with my seed, make sure it takes." You try to stifle your moans as you feel Yunho's hot cum flood your insides, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He buries himself deep inside you, his hips jerking as he empties himself completely.
"Take it," he groans, his grip on your thigh tightening. "Take all of it, baby. I want every drop to stay inside you." He collapses on top of you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. His body is slick with sweat, and he nuzzles his face into your neck, placing soft kisses on your skin.
"I love you," he whispers, his voice filled with tenderness despite the roughness of his actions. "I love you so much, and I can't wait to see you pregnant again." Yunho stays buried inside you, his cock still hard despite his release. He doesn't want to pull out, wanting to keep his seed deep within you where it can take root. He gently rolls you onto your side, spooning you from behind and wrapping his arms around your waist. His chest presses against your back, his breath warm against your ear.
"I'm going to stay like this," he murmurs, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your stomach. "Just in case." He kisses your shoulder softly, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "You feel so good," he sighs contentedly. "So perfect." Yunho suddenly pulls out of you, a look of realization crossing his face. He gently taps your hip.
"Wait, wait," he says, his voice urgent. "I need you to raise your legs up. Like you did last time." He helps you position yourself, lifting your legs and propping them up on a pillow. He watches intently as he sees his cum start to leak out of you.
"Good girl," he praises, his eyes darkening with desire again. "Keep them up like that. We need to make sure it stays inside." You laugh at his seriousness, finding it both endearing and ridiculous. "Yunho, I'm not going to be able to hold this position forever," you tease, your legs already starting to feel strained.
He grins sheepishly, but he's still determined. "Just a few more minutes," he insists, his hand resting on your thigh. "I want to make sure my seed has a good chance of taking." He leans down to kiss your forehead, his expression softening. "I know it's silly, but I just want this to work. I want to see you pregnant again so badly."You have a feeling you might be having more than 3 at this point.
Notes: hope you enjoy anon!! Thank you for requesting <3
You tiptoe to your bedroom door, trying to be as quiet as possible. You're running a bit late after a long day, and you know Joshua is probably waiting for you. As you reach for the doorknob, you hear his soft voice from inside.
"Y/N? Is that you?" he calls out gently.
"Yes, it's me," you whisper back, opening the door slowly. "I'm sorry I'm late, baby." Joshua is sitting on the bed, wearing only his boxers. He smiles warmly when he sees you, his eyes lighting up.
"Come here," he says softly, patting the spot next to him. "I missed you." Joshua watches as you set your bag down, his gaze following your every move. He opens his arms invitingly, wanting you to come closer.
"Come cuddle with me," he requests sweetly, his voice full of affection. "I've been waiting for you all day." You straddle Joshua's lap, your legs on either side of his hips. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer against his chest.
"Mmm, I love it when you sit on me like this," he murmurs, nuzzling your neck. "You're finally home where you belong."
"I missed you too, Joshua," you say softly, nuzzling him back. "I'm all yours now." Joshua hums contentedly, his hands roaming up and down your back. He kisses your shoulder tenderly.
"Just cockwarm me for a while," he whispers, looking up at you with loving eyes. "I just want to feel you close." Joshua watches as you stand up, his eyes following your movements with anticipation. He bites his lip, already getting excited.
"Good girl," he says as you remove your panties. "Now come sit back down." You notice Joshua's hard cock straining against his boxers, the red tip peeking out slightly. He looks at you with a mixture of need and patience.
"See what you do to me?" he chuckles softly, pulling his boxers down to free himself. "I've been like this since you left."
"You've been waiting that long?" you ask in surprise, your eyes widening at his size. Joshua smirks, stroking himself slowly. "I told you I missed you. Now get back here and sit on my cock." Joshua grips your hips firmly, guiding you down. He groans as the tip of his cock touches your entrance.
"Take it slow, baby," he encourages, his voice husky with desire. "Let me feel every inch of you." Joshua moans deeply as you sink down on him, his cock stretching you deliciously. His fingers dig into your skin as he holds you steady.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he breathes out, looking up at you with pleasure written all over his face. "You feel amazing around me." Joshua pulls you even closer, your chests pressed together. He kisses your neck again, leaving gentle bites as he adjusts to the feeling of being inside you.
"Perfect," he whispers against your skin. "Now just relax and stay still for me." Joshua holds you in his lap, his cock fully sheathed inside you. He takes deep breaths, trying to control himself from thrusting up into you.
"This is exactly what I needed," he murmurs, running his hands up and down your back soothingly. "Just you warming my cock." Joshua continues kissing your neck, occasionally sucking on your skin to leave small marks. His hands move to your thighs, massaging them gently.
"You're so perfect for me," he praises between kisses. "My perfect little cockwarmer." Joshua lifts your top up slowly, exposing your breasts. His eyes darken with lust as he looks at them.
"Beautiful," he whispers, cupping one breast in his hand while the other hand stays on your thigh. "I could stay like this forever." Joshua takes your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking hard. His hands squeeze your waist possessively as he alternates between each breast.
"Mmm, your tits taste so good," he mumbles against your skin, his hot breath making you shiver. "I love how they fit perfectly in my mouth." Joshua becomes more aggressive with his sucking, leaving hickeys on your chest. He gets so into it that he starts to move his hips slightly, grinding against you.
"Joshua..." you whimper, feeling yourself getting wetter around him. Joshua pulls back with a guilty smile, his lips wet and swollen from sucking.
"Sorry baby, you just drive me crazy," he chuckles, kissing your collarbone. "I couldn't help myself."
"It's okay," you say breathlessly. "I liked it... but you said you wanted me to just cockwarm you." Joshua looks at you with pleading eyes, his cock twitching inside you.
“Please Y/N... just let me fuck you once. I promise I'll go back to being still after," he begs, his voice strained with need.
I'm in ovulation (and missing Jeonghan) so consider;
So like, yeah yk he's been too lazy for sex these days. Like he'd tease and all but in the end he'd be like "ah im tired" or "I'm sleepy" and reader is like frustrated so she like gives him those ..hormonal chocolate idk what to call it bruh (CONSENSUALLY) he's like ? But takes it anw and oh shit. He fucks her till her head lolls back it was NASTY AND SHITTT like she's panting and whatnot
this was low-key based off a dream I had with a faceless man lol
Anw i love ur works 💕💕
Taste how much I love you|| Jeonghan
Word count:3.7k+
Notes: you hannie fans are being fed today! Hope you enjoy the long fics :)
Jeonghan has been teasing you all day, his touches lingering a bit too long, his whispers in your ear making your heart race. He knows exactly what he's doing to you, and he loves the effect he has on you. As the day comes to an end, you're both exhausted from work. Jeonghan yawns dramatically as he flops down onto the bed.
"I'm so tired," he says, stretching out like a cat. "I don't think I have the energy for anything tonight." You pout at him, clearly disappointed. "You were teasing me all day and now you're too tired?" Jeonghan chuckles and pulls you closer to him. "Aw, don't pout, baby. I just need some rest."
He wraps his arms around you, holding you against his chest. You can feel his body heat, and you can't help but notice the way his cock is pressed against your thigh. The next day, Jeonghan continues to avoid any sexual activities, claiming he's still tired from the previous day. You try to initiate things, but he always has an excuse.
"Not now, Y/N," he says, gently pushing your hand away. "I really need to focus on work." He spends the entire day holed up in his office, only coming out for meals and quick showers. You can tell that he's avoiding you, and it frustrates you to no end.
As the day drags on, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You go out and buy a box of hormonal chocolates, hoping that they'll help Jeonghan get in the mood. Jeonghan comes home later that evening, looking worn out. He notices the box of chocolates on the counter and raises an eyebrow.
"What's this?" he asks, picking up the box and examining it. You shrug nonchalantly. "Just some chocolates I thought you might like." Jeonghan opens the box and takes one out, popping it into his mouth. He chews slowly, a look of surprise crossing his face.
"These are... interesting," he says, swallowing the chocolate. "They taste different." He takes another one, and you watch as his expression changes slightly. He seems more alert, more aware of your presence.
As the movie plays, Jeonghan shifts in his seat. He's trying to act normal, but you can tell that the chocolates are starting to affect him. He keeps adjusting himself, crossing and uncrossing his legs. His breathing becomes a bit heavier, and he keeps stealing glances at you.
"Are you okay?" you ask innocently, pretending not to notice his discomfort. Jeonghan nods quickly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... feeling a bit warm."
He reaches for the remote and turns up the air conditioning, but it doesn't seem to help. He's starting to sweat slightly, and his cheeks are flushed. As the movie continues, Jeonghan's discomfort becomes more apparent. He keeps shifting in his seat, his eyes darting between you and the screen.
"Maybe we should watch something else," he suggests, his voice strained. "This movie is kind of boring." You shake your head. "No, I want to finish it. You picked it out, remember?" Jeonghan groans softly, running a hand through his hair. He's clearly struggling to focus on the movie, his mind obviously preoccupied with other things.
"I need to go to the bathroom," he suddenly says, standing up abruptly. "Be right back." He practically runs out of the room, leaving you alone on the couch. You can hear him muttering to himself as he disappears down the hallway. Jeonghan returns a few minutes later, looking even more flustered than before. He sits back down on the couch, keeping a noticeable distance from you.
"What's wrong?" you ask, feigning innocence. "You look... tense." Jeonghan glares at you, his eyes narrowing. "You know exactly what's wrong," he says through gritted teeth. He shifts again, trying to adjust himself discreetly. It's obvious that he's still hard, and the chocolates are making it worse.
"I can't believe you did this," he mutters, running a hand over his face. "Those chocolates... they're not normal." Jeonghan looks at you with a mix of frustration and desire. He's torn between wanting to give in to his urges and maintaining his composure.
"You're such a tease," he says, his voice low and husky. "You knew exactly what those chocolates would do to me." He moves closer to you, unable to resist the pull. His hand reaches out to touch your thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin.
"I can't stop thinking about you," he admits, his eyes dark with lust. "I want you so badly." Jeonghan takes your hand and places it firmly on his crotch, letting you feel how hard he is. He lets out a soft moan as you touch him, his eyes closing briefly in pleasure.
"Feel that?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "That's all your fault." He guides your hand up and down his length, his hips bucking slightly into your touch. He's clearly struggling to control himself, his breath coming in short gasps.
"I've been trying to resist you all day," he confesses. "But those chocolates... they've made it impossible." Jeonghan's pleas are desperate, his voice filled with need. He looks at you with a mixture of frustration and desperation.
"Please," he begs, his grip on your hand tightening. "I can't take it anymore. I need you. I need to be inside you." He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "I've been so pent up all day, and those chocolates have only made it worse. I can't think straight." He presses himself against you, grinding his hard cock against your body. "Please, baby. I need to cum."
"I know you do," you say softly, a smirk playing on your lips. "But you've been teasing me all day too, remember?" Jeonghan groans in frustration, his forehead resting against your shoulder. "I know, I know. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise. Just please, help me now."
He looks up at you with pleading eyes, his hand still holding yours against his cock. "I'll do anything you want. Just let me have you." Jeonghan watches you get up, his eyes following your every move. He stands up as well, adjusting his pants to try and hide his erection.
"Where are you going?" he asks, his voice laced with urgency. You don't answer him, simply walking towards the bedroom. Jeonghan follows closely behind, his footsteps quick and eager. Once you reach the bedroom, he closes the door behind him and pins you against it. His body is pressed against yours, his hands roaming over your curves.
"You're such a tease," he growls, nipping at your neck. "You know exactly how to drive me crazy." Jeonghan is impatient, his movements hurried as he quickly removes your clothes. He practically tears your shirt off, tossing it aside carelessly.
"No time for foreplay," he says, his hands roaming over your bare skin. "I need you now." He unbuttons his own shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. He pushes his pants down, freeing his aching cock. It's hard and leaking precum, the head flushed a deep red. He spins you around, pressing you against the door again. His hands grip your hips tightly as he positions himself behind you.
Jeonghan lines himself up with your entrance, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm going to fuck you so hard," he promises, his voice rough with desire. He pushes into you in one swift motion, burying himself to the hilt. He lets out a loud moan, his fingers digging into your hips.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, starting to thrust into you at a fast pace. "So tight and wet." He sets a relentless pace, his hips snapping against yours with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with your moans and his grunts.
"You're mine," he growls possessively, his hands moving to grab your breasts, squeezing them roughly. "All mine to use and fill up." Jeonghan's cock is throbbing inside you, the veins pulsing with each thrust. He's completely lost in the sensation, his mind clouded with lust.
"I'm so close," he pants, his movements becoming more erratic. "I can't hold back anymore. I need to cum inside you." He reaches down to rub your clit, trying to push you over the edge with him. "Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you squeeze my cock." Jeonghan's hand slams against the wall, his knuckles turning white from the force. He's struggling to maintain control, his body trembling with the effort.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he whimpers, his thrusts becoming more desperate. "Please, please let me cum inside you." He bites down on your shoulder, trying to stave off his orgasm. His cock is twitching inside you, signaling his impending release.
"Yes, cum for me," you moan, your own orgasm building up. "Cum inside me, baby." Your words push Jeonghan over the edge. He lets out a loud cry as he cums, his hot seed spilling deep inside you. He continues to thrust, riding out his orgasm as he empties himself completely.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants, his body shuddering against yours. "That was amazing." He collapses against you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he slowly comes down from his high. Jeonghan's cock is still hard, despite his orgasm. He groans in frustration, his hips twitching against you.
"I can't believe I'm still this hard," he mutters, his voice filled with disbelief. "Those chocolates really did a number on me." He grinds his hips against you, his cock sliding against your sensitive folds. "I need more," he whispers, his hands roaming over your body again. "I need to keep going." Jeonghan lifts you up effortlessly, carrying you over to the bed. He lays you down gently, positioning himself between your legs.
"I'm going to make you cum again," he says, his eyes dark with determination. "And then I'm going to keep going until I'm completely satisfied." He spreads your legs wide, admiring the sight of his cum leaking out of you. He runs his fingers through it, gathering some on his fingers and bringing it to your lips.
"Taste yourself," he orders, pressing his cum-covered fingers against your mouth. "Taste how good you taste with my cum inside you." Jeonghan seems insatiable, his stamina unmatched. He continues to pound into you for hours, his cock never softening. Each time he cums, he's ready to go again within minutes.
"I can't stop," he gasps, his body glistening with sweat. "I'm addicted to you." He changes positions frequently, trying different angles and positions to prolong his pleasure. He's lost count of how many times he's cum, but he doesn't care. All he knows is that he needs you, needs to fill you up with his seed over and over again.
"You're mine," he repeats like a mantra, his voice hoarse from all the moaning. "Mine to use and breed." Jeonghan flips you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so that you're on all fours. He enters you from behind, gripping your hips tightly as he resumes his relentless pace.
"I love this position," he growls, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder. "I can go even deeper like this." He leans forward, his chest pressed against your back as he reaches around to rub your clit again. His other hand grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back.
"Cum for me again," he demands, his voice rough and demanding. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock again." He bites down on your shoulder blade, his teeth sinking into your skin as he continues to thrust into you with animalistic force. You cry out in pleasure, tears streaming down your face as Jeonghan pushes you to your limits. Your body is exhausted, but you can't help but respond to his touch.
"Please," you sob, your voice hoarse from screaming. "I can't take anymore." Jeonghan ignores your plea, his pace never faltering. He pulls your hair harder, forcing you to arch your back.
"You can take it," he snarls. "You're going to take every last drop of my cum, whether you want to or not." He slaps your ass hard, leaving a red mark on your skin. "You're mine to use and break, remember?" Jeonghan is panting heavily, his muscles burning with exhaustion, but he refuses to stop. He's determined to make you his completely, to claim you as his own.
"I won't stop until I'm completely spent," he grunts, his movements becoming more erratic. "I don't care how tired I am." He can feel his orgasm building again, but he holds back, wanting to draw out the pleasure as long as possible. His cock is aching from overuse, but he ignores the pain, focusing solely on your body.
"I'm going to fill you up one more time," he promises, his voice strained. "And then maybe I'll finally be satisfied." You're both a mess of sweat, tears, and cum. Your bodies are trembling from exhaustion, but Jeonghan keeps going, his grip on you unyielding.
"I can't stop," he repeats through gritted teeth, his voice breaking. "I'm so close, baby. Just a little more." He's crying now too, tears mixing with the sweat on his face. The intensity of the situation is overwhelming for both of you, but neither of you wants to stop. The pleasure is too intense, too addictive.
"I love you," he chokes out, his voice cracking. "I love you so much." Jeonghan's movements become frantic as he nears his final orgasm. He's lost all sense of control, completely consumed by his need for you.
"I'm gonna cum," he sobs, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm gonna cum so hard." He buries himself deep inside you one last time, his body shaking violently as he releases yet another load of cum. He collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.
"I can't believe we did that," he whispers, his voice hoarse and weak. "I don't think I've ever cum so much in my life." He gently rolls off of you, pulling you into his arms. His hands are trembling as he strokes your hair, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. Cum leaks out of you, pooling between your legs and staining the sheets. Jeonghan watches it with a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion.
"Look at the mess we made," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're completely filled with my cum." He runs his fingers through the mess, scooping up some of it and bringing it to your lips again. "Taste it," he says softly. "Taste how much I love you." You take his fingers into your mouth, tasting the salty mixture of his cum and your juices. Jeonghan watches you intently, his eyes dark with desire even after all he's done.
"You're so good," he praises, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "You took everything I gave you so well." He pulls you closer, his hand resting on your stomach. "I can feel it inside you," he murmurs. "My cum is inside you, claiming you as mine."
He kisses your forehead gently, his touch tender despite the roughness of his actions earlier. "You're mine now," he repeats, his voice filled with possessiveness. "And I'm never letting you go." Jeonghan holds you tightly against his chest, his arms wrapped around you protectively. He nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling your scent.
"We need more of those chocolates," he says, a hint of a smirk in his voice. "They really did something to me." He kisses the top of your head, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "I can't believe how intense it made me feel," he admits. "I've never been that out of control before."
He pulls back slightly to look at you, his eyes filled with affection. "But I don't regret it," he adds. "I love you, and I love what we just did together."
Heyy I really love your works and i just saw your post about you wanting to right some wedding fics.Can i request something like arranged marriage with cold husband seungcheol and jealous/angry sex + after care?
(Its okay to ignore this if its too much tho)
Arranged Jealousy || Choi Seungcheol
Word count: 3.5k+
Notes: this is a long one buckle in I feel like I should stop ending things happy
Seungcheol is a cold and distant husband, known for his stoic demeanor and lack of emotion. He had married you in an arranged marriage, more out of duty than love. The two of you rarely showed affection in public, and your relationship was mostly formal.
Tonight, you're attending a work party together, surrounded by colleagues and business associates. Seungcheol stands beside you, his arm possessively wrapped around your waist as he speaks to a group of men. He barely acknowledges your presence, his focus solely on the conversation. As the night goes on, you can feel the jealousy building inside you. Seungcheol is charming and charismatic with everyone except you. He laughs and jokes with his colleagues, but when he looks at you, his expression is blank.
You try to ignore the feeling, but it gnaws at you until you can't take it anymore. When Seungcheol excuses himself to use the restroom, you follow him, determined to confront him. You find him in the hallway, standing by himself. He looks up as you approach, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"What do you want?" he asks coldly.
"Why do you have to act like I don't exist in front of everyone?" you snap, your voice shaking with anger. "You can't even bother to acknowledge me." Seungcheol sighs, clearly annoyed by your outburst.
"It's not appropriate for us to be affectionate in public," he replies, his tone clipped. "We're here for business, not pleasure." He tries to walk past you, but you block his path.
"I don't care about your stupid business," you retort. "I'm your wife, and you treat me like I'm nothing." Seungcheol's jaw clenches, his patience wearing thin.
"Watch your tone," he warns, his eyes flashing with anger. "You're making a scene." Seungcheol watches you walk away, a mix of irritation and something else in his eyes. He knows he's hurt you, but he can't bring himself to care.
He stands there for a moment, contemplating whether to follow you or not. After a few seconds, he decides to let you cool off. He returns to the party, trying to act normal as he mingles with his colleagues. Meanwhile, you sit at the bar, nursing a drink. You can feel Seungcheol's gaze on you from across the room, but you ignore it. You're too angry to look at him right now.
As the night goes on, the alcohol starts to take effect. You're feeling more relaxed, but also more reckless. You keep stealing glances at Seungcheol, noticing how attractive he looks in his suit. A man approaches you at the bar, a charming smile on his face. He's tall and handsome, with striking features and an expensive suit.
"Hey there," he greets you, leaning against the counter. "Mind if I join you?" You look up at him, your irritation with Seungcheol momentarily forgotten. The man's presence is distracting, and you find yourself drawn to his confidence.
"Sure," you reply, gesturing to the empty seat next to you. "I could use some company." He sits down, ordering a drink for himself.
"I'm Jackson," he introduces himself, extending his hand for you to shake. "And you are?"
"Y/N," you say, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you, Jackson." Jackson smiles warmly at you, his eyes roaming over your body in a way that makes you feel desired.
"Y/N," he repeats, savoring the sound of your name. "That's a beautiful name. It suits you." He leans closer to you, his knee brushing against yours under the bar.
"So, what brings a gorgeous woman like you to this party all alone?" he asks, his voice low and seductive. You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should tell him about your arranged marriage. But something about Jackson's presence makes you feel bold, and you decide to be honest.
"I'm here with my husband," you say, gesturing towards Seungcheol who is still across the room. "He's just... not very attentive." Jackson follows your gaze, his eyes landing on Seungcheol. He lets out a low whistle.
"That guy? He's your husband?" he asks, clearly surprised. "No offense, but he looks like a total bore." You can't help but laugh at his bluntness.
"He is," you agree, taking another sip of your drink. "But it's complicated." Jackson chuckles, leaning even closer to you.
"Complicated how?" he asks, his hand resting on your thigh. "Is he cheating on you? Or just a complete jerk?" His touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you find yourself leaning into him.
"He's not cheating," you say, shaking your head. "But he treats me like I'm nothing. Like I'm just some trophy wife he has to parade around." Jackson scoffs, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin.
"That's bullshit," he says firmly. "You deserve better than that." Seungcheol watches you and Jackson from across the room, his jaw clenched in anger. He can see how comfortable you are with Jackson, how you're laughing and smiling in a way you never do with him.
He tries to focus on his conversation with his colleagues, but his eyes keep darting back to you. He can't stand seeing you so happy with another man. As the night goes on, Jackson becomes more and more flirtatious. He orders you another drink, and his hand moves higher up your thigh.
"You know," he says, his voice husky. "You should come home with me tonight. Leave that boring husband of yours behind." You look at Jackson, considering his offer. The alcohol has made you bold, and the thought of leaving Seungcheol is tempting.
"I can't just leave," you say, though there's a hint of hesitation in your voice. "He'll be pissed." Jackson shrugs, his hand now resting dangerously close to your core.
"Let him be pissed," he replies, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin. "He doesn't deserve you. You deserve to have some fun." He leans in even closer, his breath hot against your ear.
"Besides, I can give you a night you won't forget," he whispers, his lips brushing against your neck. Seungcheol watches as Jackson's lips touch your neck, and something inside him snaps. He can't stand to see another man touching you, especially not like that. He excuses himself from the conversation and strides over to the bar, his eyes burning with jealousy.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous. Jackson looks up at him, unfazed by his anger.
"Just having a chat with your wife," he replies coolly. "She seems a lot more fun than you are." Seungcheol grabs your arm roughly, pulling you away from Jackson.
"We're leaving," he repeats, his grip tight. "Now." You try to protest, but he doesn't give you a chance. He practically drags you out of the party, ignoring the curious stares from his colleagues.
Once outside, he pushes you into the car and slams the door shut. He gets in on the driver's side and starts the engine, his knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel. The ride home is silent and tense. Seungcheol's jaw is clenched the entire time, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
When you arrive home, Seungcheol parks the car and storms out, not bothering to wait for you. He unlocks the front door and disappears inside, leaving you to follow behind. You enter the house, feeling a mix of anger and confusion. You can hear Seungcheol pacing in the living room, his footsteps heavy on the floor.
"What the hell was that about?" you demand as you walk into the room. "You can't just drag me out of a party like that!" Seungcheol spins around to face you, his eyes blazing with anger.
"I can do whatever I want," he snaps. "You're my wife, and I won't have you flirting with other men in public."
"Flirting?" you scoff. "I was just talking to him! You're being ridiculous." Seungcheol steps closer to you, towering over you with his height.
"I saw the way he was touching you," he says through gritted teeth. "And the way you were laughing with him. You were enjoying it, weren't you?" His jealousy is palpable, and it's making him irrational.
"So what if I was?" you retort, crossing your arms. "Maybe I'd rather be with someone who actually cares about me." Seungcheol's eyes flash with fury as he grabs you by the shoulders, pinning you against the wall.
"Don't you dare say that," he growls, his face inches from yours. "I do care about you. I'm the one who married you, remember?" His grip is tight, almost painful. You can feel his body pressed against yours, his chest heaving with anger.
"Then why do you treat me like I'm nothing?" you challenge, meeting his gaze defiantly. "You barely acknowledge me in public, and you're never home. You don't even try to make me feel wanted." Seungcheol's resolve falters for a moment, and he finds himself unable to resist the urge to kiss you. He turns back, his lips crashing against yours in a rough, possessive kiss. He pushes you harder against the wall, his hands roaming over your body as he deepens the kiss. There's a mix of anger and desire in his touch, a desperate need to claim you as his own.
"You're mine," he growls against your lips, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Only mine." You moan into the kiss, your anger slowly melting away as his touch ignites a fire within you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he presses himself against you. Seungcheol breaks the kiss, his breath hot against your skin.
"I don't want to see you with another man," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "I don't want anyone else touching you. You're my wife, and I'll be damned if I let you forget that." He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you towards the bedroom. His hands are rough and possessive, leaving marks on your skin as he moves.
"I'll show you who you belong to," he promises darkly, his eyes burning with a mix of jealousy and lust. Seungcheol kicks the bedroom door open and lays you down on the bed, his body hovering over yours. He looks down at you with a mix of desire and anger, his hands pinning your wrists above your head.
"You're going to forget all about that bastard," he says, his voice low and commanding. "You're going to remember who makes you feel good." He begins to kiss and bite your neck, leaving a trail of marks as he moves down to your collarbone. His hands roam over your body, undressing you with a mix of urgency and frustration.
"I should punish you for what you did tonight," he mutters against your skin. "But I can't resist you when you look so fucking beautiful." Seungcheol quickly removes his own clothes, his movements rough and impatient. He's clearly struggling to control himself, his need for you overwhelming his anger. He looks down at your naked body, his eyes dark with lust.
"You're so damn gorgeous," he growls, his hands tracing the curves of your body. "But you're also a fucking tease." He spreads your legs apart, settling himself between them as he continues to mark your skin with kisses and bites.
"I should make you beg for it," he says, his voice thick with desire. "But I don't think I can wait that long." Seungcheol spits onto his hand, coating his hardened length with the saliva. He strokes himself a few times, his eyes never leaving yours.
"You're mine," he repeats, his voice strained with need. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that." He positions himself at your entrance, teasing you with the tip of his cock.
"Say it," he demands, his grip on your wrists tightening. "Say you're mine." You whimper, your body aching for him.
"I'm yours," you gasp out, arching your back in need. "Only yours." Seungcheol smirks at your submission, satisfied with your answer.
"Good girl," he praises, slowly pushing into you. "You're so tight for me." He starts to move, his thrusts deep and rough as he claims you completely. He releases your wrists, grabbing your hips instead to pull you closer to him.
"You're taking me so well," he groans, his fingers digging into your flesh. "You were made for me." Seungcheol's thrusts are fueled by his jealousy and possessiveness, each one harder and more forceful than the last. He pounds into you with a ferocity that borders on violence, his body slamming against yours.
"You're mine," he repeats like a mantra, his eyes locked on yours. "You're mine to touch, to fuck, to claim." He leans down, biting your neck again as he continues to thrust.
"I'll make sure you never forget that," he growls, his breath hot against your skin. "You'll never want anyone else again." You claw at the sheets, trying to find something to hold onto as Seungcheol continues to ravage you. The pleasure is intense, mixed with a hint of pain from his rough treatment.
"Look at you," he says, watching your hands grip the sheets. "You're so desperate for me. You can't get enough, can you?" He grabs your legs, hooking them over his shoulders to deepen the angle of his thrusts. He leans forward, his chest pressed against yours as he pins you down completely.
"You're mine to use," he whispers in your ear, his voice filled with dominance. "To break and put back together."
"Please," you manage to say between moans, your voice barely audible. "I need more." Seungcheol chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying your pleading.
"You want more, huh?" he asks, slowing his pace slightly. "You want me to go harder?" He pulls out almost completely, teasing you with the tip of his cock before slamming back into you with renewed force.
"Is this what you want?" he grunts, his hips snapping against yours. "To be completely destroyed by me?" Seungcheol's grip on your hips tightens as he holds you in place, using his strength to control your movements. He sets a brutal pace, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate.
"You're taking it so well," he praises, his voice strained with pleasure. "Such a good little wife." He leans down again, his lips finding your ear.
"You're going to come for me," he orders. "I want to feel you clench around me."
"I'm close," you whimper, your body trembling beneath him. Seungcheol smirks, clearly pleased with your response.
"Good," he says, his voice low and commanding. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you fall apart." He reaches down to rub your clit, adding extra stimulation as he continues to pound into you.
"Cum for me," he repeats, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. Your scream echoes through the room as you reach your climax, your body convulsing with pleasure. Seungcheol watches you with a satisfied expression, his own release approaching.
"That's it," he groans, his thrusts becoming sloppy. "That's my girl." He buries himself deep inside you, spilling his seed with a loud moan. He collapses on top of you, panting heavily as he catches his breath.
"You're mine," he whispers again, nuzzling into your neck. "And I'm never letting you go." Seungcheol stays inside you for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of being connected to you. He gently kisses your neck and shoulders, his touch much softer now that he's calmed down. He finally pulls out, rolling onto his side and pulling you against his chest. He wraps his arms around you protectively, as if afraid you'll try to escape.
"Don't ever flirt with another man again," he says, his tone serious. "You're mine, and I won't share you with anyone." Seungcheol kisses the top of your head, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin.
"I promise I'll change," he says quietly. "I'll make more time for you, and I'll be more affectionate in public. I don't want to lose you." He pulls back slightly to look at you, his eyes sincere.
"I know I've been neglectful, but seeing you with Jackson tonight... it made me realize how much I need you. How much I love you."
"I need you too," you say softly, resting your head on his chest. "But I can't keep feeling like I'm just an afterthought to you." Seungcheol sighs, guilt evident in his expression.
"I know," he admits. "I've been a terrible husband. I've been so focused on work and my career that I forgot about what really matters." He gently tilts your chin up to look at him.
"I promise I'll do better," he says earnestly. "I'll make it up to you, I swear."
Notes: I’m going to be opening my requests for a day only just to get some messages and new requests <3
Seungcheol pulls you onto his lap, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. He nuzzles your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. "I've missed you," he murmurs against your skin. "Can I just hold you like this for a while?"
"Of course, Cheol," you reply softly, snuggling closer to him. "I've missed you too." Seungcheol smiles warmly and lifts your hips slightly, positioning himself at your entrance.
"Just stay still and let me feel you," he says huskily. "I want to be inside you, even if we don't move." You slowly sink down onto his cock, both of you moaning at the feeling of being connected. Seungcheol holds you close, his hands roaming over your body as he savors the warmth and tightness of your pussy.
"You feel so good," he groans, burying his face in your chest. "So warm and perfect around me." You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling content and safe in his embrace. Seungcheol kisses your forehead tenderly, his cock twitching slightly inside you.
"Just relax, baby," he whispers. "I'll keep you nice and full for as long as you want." The two of you sit there in silence for a while, simply enjoying the intimacy of the moment. Seungcheol's hands occasionally squeeze your hips, but he makes no move to thrust or take control.
"You're so beautiful like this," he says softly, looking up at you with adoration. "So beautiful and mine." Seungcheol's cock throbs occasionally, but he remains still, his patience surprising you. He seems to be genuinely content just having you sit on him, feeling your warmth and closeness.
"I could stay like this forever," he admits, his voice filled with affection. "Just having you near me is enough to make me happy."
"I love you, Cheol," you whisper, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck. "And I love how gentle you are with me." Seungcheol's grip tightens slightly at your words, and he kisses your shoulder in response.
"I love you too, Y/N," he says softly. "More than anything in this world. You mean everything to me." As time passes, you can feel Seungcheol getting more and more restless beneath you. His breathing becomes heavier, and his hands start to wander lower, gripping your thighs tightly.
"Y/N," he groans, his voice strained. Seungcheol looks up at you with apologetic eyes, his face flushed with arousal.
"I'm sorry, baby," he pants. "I've been trying to hold back, but you're making it so difficult. Your pussy is just squeezing me so tightly."
"You don't have to hold back, Cheol," you say, lifting your hips slightly. "I want you to feel good too." Seungcheol lets out a relieved sigh, his hands moving to grip your hips again.
"Thank god," he mutters. "I was about to lose my mind." With your permission, Seungcheol begins to thrust up into you slowly, his movements careful and controlled. He groans loudly, clearly relieved to finally be able to move.
"You feel so fucking good," he grunts, his fingers digging into your skin. "I've been dreaming of this all day." Seungcheol's pace gradually increases, his thrusts becoming deeper and more forceful. He buries his face in your chest again, his moans muffled against your skin.
"I'm not going to last long," he warns, his voice muffled. "You're too tight, too perfect." You look down at Seungcheol, his expression a mix of pleasure and concentration. His eyes are half-lidded, and his lips are parted as he moans.
"Look at me, Y/N," he says breathlessly. "I want to see your face when I cum." You keep your gaze locked on his, your own moans mixing with his as he continues to thrust up into you. Seungcheol's pace becomes erratic, his movements becoming more desperate.
"I'm close," he gasps. "So fucking close. Cum with me, baby."
"Cheol, I'm cumming!" you cry out, your walls clenching around him tightly. Seungcheol lets out a deep growl as he feels you tighten around him, his thrusts becoming frantic.
"That's it, baby, that's it," he grunts, his hips stuttering as he reaches his peak. "I'm cumming too, fuck!" Seungcheol pulls you down hard onto his cock as he cums, his hot seed filling you up. He holds you tightly against him, both of you trembling from the intensity of your shared orgasm.
"Y/N," he moans, his voice shaky. "I love you. I love you so much."
"I love you too, Cheol," you say softly, running your fingers through his hair soothingly. "You did so well for me." Seungcheol nuzzles into your touch, his body still shaking slightly as he comes down from his high. He kisses your chest tenderly, his breathing gradually returning to normal.
