Akotaku98 - Akanksha

all for you | c. seungcheol

pairing: s.coups x reader

genre: hurt/comfort, smut, fluff

word count: 4.6k

tags: friends to lovers, bad ex!wonwoo, dom!seungcheol, sub!reader, unprotected sex, degradation, a LOT of dirty talk, praise, rough sex, reader has self esteem issues

summary: your boyfriend, wonwoo, just broke up with you to be with someone else. heartbroken and self esteem shattered, you sink into a hole of sadness, but luckily your best friend seungcheol knows the best remedy for you to stop thinking about your ex.

maybe some people were destined for heart ache. maybe levitating on magical clouds of love, adoration, sugar, spice and everything nice wasn't for some people. and maybe you were one of those people.

sure it was probably an overly negative outlook on life, but with the way you felt after your most recent breakup, you couldn't muster the strength for any optimism anymore - much to your best friend's concern.

your chest felt heavy as your fingers played with the flimsy remainder of your poor tissue, head hanging low. "it's for the best, right?", you sniffled. "he can finally be happy with her now and- and i don't have to keep feeling like a- i don't know. like a- a stupid fucking-"

"don't even think about ending that sentence", seungcheol's voice was soft, yet there was a hint of an edge that would have been evident for anyone to hear. it was moments like these when his protective nature seemed almost suffocating. you wanted to yell, scream, tear your hair out and cry until there was absolutely nothing left of you - even if the anger was directed against yourself, anything would feel better than the sadness settling in the pit of your stomach.

why the ever loving fuck couldn't he let you be irrational in peace? 

"i hate him", you declared, tear smeared eyes meeting seungcheol's across from you.

he sat up from his spot on the carpet, resting on his knees. "good."

"i-", you balled your hands into fists. "i hope she fucking rots."

he grabbed you by your wrist, his grip soft, mirroring your look of determination as he kept on nodding along to every word you said. "good!"

"and i hope they get hit by a train!"

the corners of his lips quirked up, but still he kept on nodding. "yeah, good!"

"and i hope- fuck", you faltered, another onslaught of tears fighting their way up. once again your gaze dropped down to your lap, squeezing your eyes shut. "i'm so stupid."

"for fuck's-", and suddenly seungcheol's hands were cupping your cheeks, his big bambi eyes looking straight into yours as he now stood, right in front of you. "would you stop being so mean to yourself? it's not like it's doing you any good."

you let out a whiny sob, face smushed between seungcheol's big hands. "but i am!"

"no, you're not."

"he's always had a thing for her before we got together - how did i not know? that's being stupid!"

"that's not called being stupid, it's called trusting your boyfriend", his thumb gently stroked across your cheek to wipe away your tears as you looked with a pout on your face. "i'd rather see you get angry that he was a genuine fucking dunce than to see you blame yourself. 'cause that shit's heartbreaking to watch."

his words made sense and you knew that. there was a logic to it that you couldn't deny, even in the pathetic state you were in, but this wasn't the time for calmly rationalizing. you felt betrayed, disgusted, jealous, insecure and every other bad emotion that was humanly possible poison every fiber of your being. and how could you not? your ex boyfriend wonwoo had been your first in a long time. it took you forever to open yourself up to him, insecurity constantly making you doubt every compliment or sweet moment. still, you had been determined to make it work. for his sake. for yours. you didn't even remember. you wanted to be the best possible girlfriend for him, since he deserves nothing less.

that's why it hurt all the more when he had confessed that he fell in love with someone else, your insecurities going haywire. you were crushed, hiding under your covers, surviving off instant ramen and tap water. seungcheol, on the other hand, was livid when you finally had found the strength to tell him, immediately driving over to yours for comfort. not without offering to beat wonwoo up, of course.

"but he wasn't a dunce", you replied weakly.

"no, he was." seungcheol's tone left no room for argument.

"he was?"

his smile was warm as he removed his hands from your face to pull you into a hug, his head resting on top of yours. "big time."

sniffling, you giggled into his chest, bringing your arms around his torso. god his body was made for hugs. "you're mean."

"yeah?", he chuckled. "it makes you laugh though, so it can't be all that bad."

you softly pushed against him, releasing him from your grasp. his eyes were soft when they looked down at yours, really relishing in the soft smile that adorned your face. "so you're just being mean to make me laugh?"

a shrug. "maybe? who knows?"

you softly poked him on his stomach, right above his navel. "i'm such a bad influence on you."

as revenge, he poked your cheek with his pointer finger, his smile turning playful. "aw, don't tell me you just noticed?"

you turned your head in a swift motion, trying to capture his finger with your teeth - but his reflexes were too quick, booping you on your nose instead. "you're the one who wanted to beat wonwoo up!"

"yeah, i still would. i don't even need your influence for that." you rolled your eyes, laughing and his heart felt like skipping a beat. he extended his arm to you, helping you up from your couch. "you wanna order some pizza for us?"

the rest of the evening was quiet, you and cheol sitting on your bed and sharing a large pizza - which he insisted on paying for, of course - sharing laughs. it felt so easy talking to him. it always had been. no matter how confusing or messy your life got, seungcheol was always right there with you, ready to endure it all. or just try to make you laugh.

wonwoo had been sceptical about your relationship to him. and in a way, you understood why. from an outside perspective one could easily mistake you for sweethearts with the way you teased each other or joked around. but your insecurity got the better of you then and you had told cheol that you couldn't spend as much time with him anymore, in order to not jeopardize your current relationship. it stung to say and it still did, looking back on it. you remembered the way seungcheol had been tense around wonwoo then, his smiles at him tight lipped, sitting always a little bit closer next to you than he usually would have.

"no, really-", he had said, reassuringly stroking your arm. "i don't blame you for him just being... insecure." which was a sweet sentiment, but it didn't do anything to soothe your guilt for semi-cutting him out of your life. why were men so fucking complicated to be with?

"and he just said that?", he laughed, hand entangled in your hair as your head rested on his lap, going through old texts of you and your boyfriend. you leaned further into his touch, giggling to yourself. "or more importantly, you let him get away with it?"

"wha- why 'get away with it'? what am i supposed to do?", you, looked up at him, his own head leaning against the headboard of your bed. the tv was running in the background but you two quickly found out that being petty was way more entertaining than sleepless in seattle.

"i don't know, tell him that his dirty talk sucks?"

your cheeks burned at that. "well not all of us are natural talents like you, cheol."

he raised a brow, a smirk tugging on his pretty lips, only worsening your flustered condition. "and how does lil' old you know that i'm such a natural talent at dirty talk?"

"w- well, if you think wonwoo was so bad..." hurriedly, you looked into the screen of your phone, scrolling for something that would catch your eye when seungcheol snatched your phone out of your grasp, holding it out of reach for you. you squealed in protest, scrambling to stand up but his other hand easily held you down by your shoulder, chuckling in delight.

"'baby girl'", he began to quote and you let out a noise somewhere between laughing and yelling, which only fueled him on to continue. "'wait for me to come home, sugar plum.' sugar plum? that sounds like a slur."

you tried to pry his hand off your shoulder, still giggling like a crazed maniac. "we watched the nut cracker together!"

"oh, that immediately excuses it. you got me there." finally letting go of your shoulder, he handed you your phone again, softly brushing your hair out of your face as an unspoken apology. you huffed for a second, grin betraying your faux annoyance as you unlocked your phone once again.

"you dick", you grumbled.

"aw, 'm sorry, love." leaning down he pressed his cheek against yours, nuzzling you almost like a dog would to apologize. your own overgrown cheol-puppy.

"ugh 's fine, stop suffocating me!", you laughed faintly.

as cheol settled back against the headboard, you couldn't help but sneak a few glances at him. his hair was disheveled, sticking in almost every direction, cheeks rosy from both food and laughter. he was undeniably handsome, you completely understood why one would be jealous over someone like seungcheol. "but really", he said, gazing back at the tv but seemingly deep in thought. "did that even do anything for you?"

normally, you'd react with an eye roll and a shove against his shoulder at such a question, but his tone seemed sincere enough to consider an actual answer. you paused, thinking. "not really, but... i don't know. i just didn't wanna make him uncomfortable."

"why would he be uncomfortable? was he that bad with criticism?", he half-joked. "i mean i wouldn't put it past him."

"no, it's not that", you giggled. "just feels weird telling someone who loves you that you get off on them treating you like a whore, ya know?"

his fingers in your hair flinched for only a heartbeat. "oh?"

"don't 'oh' me, cheol! i heard hyeri talk about what you guys did in bed! you're far from a saint." hyeri being his latest ex girlfriend. she had been sweet, pretty too. one could only wonder about the reason it didn't work out between them, but he had never been one to talk much about his romantic relationships with you - to your dismay.

seungcheol's cheeks glowed a bright shade of red. "okay first of all - you fuckin' pervert asking for deets on our sex life-"

"wha', i didn't ask-"

"second of all", he interrupted you, grinning at your offended tone. "i still don't get how that'd be weird to say? you wanna get fucked hard and slapped around? that's more than doable."

you felt your breath hitch. "n- there's more to it though."

god, why were you so embarrassed? you're talking to seungcheol of all people! your seungcheol! you've never felt hindered in your ability to talk to him, usually telling him every little thought that pops into your mind, no matter how insignificant. there was no reason for your heart to beat as fast as it did... or your thighs to rub together like that.

"like what?"

"being called names, being hit, choked... that kinda stuff."

he paused for a second as if to let your last reply really sink in, eyes still not trained on the tv - even though you only stared at him, heart thumping in anticipation for something you couldn't name, text conversations between you and your ex half-forgotten. "still doable."

a gasp on your end. "oh, that's- okay."

you barely even registered the smugness radiating off of him, all too similar to a cat that swallowed a canary, too busy with the heat radiating off your face. "it's only okay?" oh you could punch him right now, that smug bastard.

rolling your eyes, you let a whine pass from your lips. "you're insufferable. you know what i meant!"

seeming content with your reaction, his fingers tugged a little harder on your hair than before, forcing a squeak out of you. maybe it was the excitement of the situation or the post breakup emotional volcano, but the excitement that bled through you was hard to handle. your palms felt sweaty, teeth nervously chewing the inside of your cheek, eyes constantly flickering from his smirk to his biceps. was he working out again? fuck, why did you even care?

his hand came to a still, glance now directed at you as he took in every last detail of your face as if on search for something. searching for what? you weren't able to tell. he inhaled sharply. "i've been meaning to tell you something."

if your heart could beat any faster, it'd explode. "yeah?", you replied, voice breathless.

"fuck", he swallowed. "you're just- i can't believe, i've never said anything-"

your phone vibrated on your chest, startling the both of you, cheeks ablaze. you practically jumped up from his lap, your back facing cheol now, saving you from the embarrassment of him seeing how flustered you got. fuck, fuck, fuck - what was happening? fumbling to see who'd call you this late, you stuttered, "wh- s- sorry, i gotta see who-"

and as if your poor heart couldn't take more excitement, you felt all the blood drain from your face. it was-

"wonwoo?", you gasped. it all happened so quick, as soon as seungcheol had heard you utter his name, he lurched forward, snatching your still vibrating phone out of your grasp. he pushed himself off the bed, you following him suit, yelling in protest only to be met with his strong arm, trying his hardest to keep you away.

your got on your tiptoes, trying to reach his extended arm that was holding the ticket to talk to wonwoo once again above your head. "you're not - fuck, did you just try to bite me? - you're not gonna answer him! are you insane?"

"maybe something happened, cheol! stop being a dick! i just wanna see what-", you squealed, backing him up into the wall of your bedroom, hands clawing at his arm, shoulder, chest - whatever you could reach. only for him to hold you at an arm's distance with ease.

"absolutely fucking not!"

"i swear to god, choi seungcheol! please i'm begging!"

"no!" and with that he reversed your positions, getting ahold of your arms, pinning them against your chest as your back hit the wall - only to drop your phone in the process. you moved quickly, pushing him away, grabbing your phone off the ground, seungcheol groaning in pain above you.

with shaky fingers you pressed 'accept call'. you'd meet your best friend's wrath after. nothing could be as important as what wonwoo probably wants to tell you. with one last glance at cheol you held your breath, body moving in autopilot mode. "h- hello?"

the only sound you were met with was the beeping of the other line.

oh fuck.

you didn't even resist seungcheol's strong hold anymore, barely even flinched when his arms caged you against the wall, eyes completely set on the floor. tears were welling up once again, yet you felt mute, no sound escaping your lungs, humiliation burning through you like hellfire. how could you be this naive?

were you hoping he'd see his mistake and realize you were the one for him? were you really expecting him to disregard all his insecurities just like that? or well - were you thinking seungcheol wouldn't be mad at your behavior after he consoled you for weeks?

"look at me", his voice felt like a slap across your face - maybe a deserved one. his presence felt intimidating, frame so broad, muscular arms flexing next to your head. you swallowed, teary eyes still avoiding his heated gaze.

"cheol..."

he inhaled sharply as if to contain himself. "sweetheart, i can't even begin-", he balled his hands into fists, leaning closer. "to tell you how mad i am, so i'm not going to ask you again."

hesitantly you looked up at him through wet lashes, guilt like a pit in your stomach, threatening to swallow you whole. his brows were furrowed, lips pursed, face only inches away from yours. if you concentrated you could feel his soft breath on you as he mustered a "why?"

there was no need to further elaborate the question, you were well aware about what he meant. "i don't know, i-", you felt your chest tighten. "was being stupid again."

this seemed to infuriate him even more. "can you stop fucking saying that about yourself?!", his voice was almost too loud to bear, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to collect himself.

everything was too much for you. the shame and humiliation, the sadness and despair, the tension between you and your best friend - a deadly cocktail brewing inside your chest. you weakly pushed against him. "am i not? you tell me that i shouldn't but then i do such dumb shit and- and don't even listen too! what am i thinking?! fuck!", you screeched, repeatedly hitting his broad chest with your fists as you felt fat tears leaving wet trails on your cheeks.

"will you calm the fuck down?", he tried getting ahold of your hands, body now fully caging yours as his torso pressed against your own.

you were trying to wind out of his hold, not quite done with your tantrum. "why is it so hard, cheol? huh? why is it so hard to love me?"

"that's it." his free hand on the back off your head, he crashed his lips against your own, all teeth and tears, the kiss knocking the wind out of your lungs. it was a strange sensation, he tasted like a mix of salt and anger, nothing like you had imagined when you had still dared to dream about him in that way.

to his surprise, you returned his affection tenfold, melting against him in an instant, whimpers escaping your mouth as you felt him nip on your lower lip. it was heaven. or hell. or something in between that grounded you in a way that only he could.

"you drive me fuckin' nuts", he mumbled into your mouth, holding your face in place as you struggled to catch your breath. he was everywhere, felt him everywhere. it felt like he was actively trying not to let any thoughts of wonwoo enter your mind, by filling all your senses with him. "you hear me?"

"cheol..." you tilted your head, the feeling of his lips on your cheeks and jaw sending sparks down to your cunt. fuck, was this really happening?

his hands tilted your head to the side, allowing him access to your neck. "all this time getting used by some insecure fuck who didn't even know how to make you wet", he rolled his hips into you to emphasize his point, forcing a surprised gasp out of your lips. you held onto his arms for dear life, fearing that if you were to let go, you'd slump to the ground and never be able to stand back up.

"did he ever touch you like this? hm?", his teeth grazed your pulse point and you swore you could see stars for a moment.

"p- please, cheol."

another sharp roll of his hips. "answer."

feeling his half hard cock against your core, you shuddered. "he- n- no, but he tried."

that seemed to amuse him, wolfish grin adorning his features as he stared down at you. you couldn't help but feel like prey in his arms. "that's cute." he forced his thigh between your legs, grinding your still clothed cunt against him. "i'll do more than 'try', baby."

seungcheol didn't need to guide you anymore, your hips were already moving on their own, eager for any kind of friction. you were desperate. the past few weeks - and especially today - had been a rollercoaster of emotions, lows sending you into deep depression and highs into bursts of anger. but this felt like an oasis in the midst of it all, offering a break from all this turmoil surrounding you.

his lips never left your neck as his hands massaged your tits through your shirt. oh, how often you'd stared at his gorgeous hands.

"so good for me", he muttered and you could only whine in response. "always been so good for me, baby. so sexy and needy for me. fuck."

always been? your mind might be foggy from all the lust emerging within you, yet you still felt your heart skip a beat at that. all you could muster was a tug against his shirt, breaths coming out in hot pants. you needed to feel his skin on yours, to get rid of all the layers separating you from each other.

"take it off", you begged more insistently, impatiently grinding against his strong leg.

seungcheol paused his kissing and groping, grabbing the hem of his shirt and giving you exactly what you asked for. his pale skin looked so smooth, chest looking broader than the last time you'd seen him like this. you felt yourself get wetter just by the sight alone.

pulling off your slacks, his fingers immediately gravitated towards your panties, pads running along your folds. you let out a breathless moan, tugging on his dark locks. cheol laughed, "i told you that i'm gonna do more than just try."

in any other situation you'd melt into a puddle of shame about how wet you already were just from a makeout session, but this was different. feelings of pleasure and surprise and maybe even love overwhelming your senses like tides washing over you. and it was cheol. your cheol. there was no need for embarrassment with him.

"please", you whimpered, feeling your knees buckle under your weight. "need you s'bad."

his thumb rubbed tight circles onto your clit, ego growing by how needy you sounded for him. "i know, babe, i know", he pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. "i'll get you stuffed later, i promise. need to prep you for my cock first though. can you wait a little longer for me?"

your hips moved in motion with his hands, nodding your head 'yes'.

"good girl." he pushed your panties to the side, sliding two fingers inside with ease. you felt yourself open up for him, walls stretching around his digits, moving deliciously slow inside of you. faint whimpers escaped your parted lips, seungcheol still holding you steady with his incredible strength.

"wanna feel you, cheol", you tried to entice him with wet kisses which he half heartedly reciprocated, too focused on scissoring you open with his deft fingers. "no more prep."

he groaned against you as your tongue traced his bottom lip. "behave", he growled.

you couldn't help but think about the stark contrast between cheol and wonwoo. how often you'd tried to be satisfied with wonwoo's shy attempts at controlling you in the bedroom upon your request. at the time you didn't mind pretending for him, although he paled in comparison to your seungcheol. it seemed to come so natural to him, keeping you in check with only a few words and a twist of his hand.

"wait", he paused all of a sudden. "is this you trying to act out? t'get me to be mean to you?"

a deep blush bloomed all over your face, spreading down to your chest. you hoped with all your heart he wouldn't notice, staring at him all wide eyes and soft pants. seungcheol grinned, thumb tapping your clit without prior warning. "does my good girl wanna pretend she's a dirty slut? wanna get fucked raw, baby?"

your moans were louder than anticipated, hands trying to steady yourself on his shoulders. fuck, you should not have told him about your fantasies beforehand. "s'mean to me."

"just how you like it."

as his hand finally moved to free his cock from his sweats, you could only gawk in amazement. hyeri really didn't exaggerate about his size when she spilled all their dirty secrets. his tip was the prettiest shade of pink you could imagine, a soft curve to his length that stood proud and hard against his abdomen. in short - his dick made your mouth water.

"oh f-fuck", you all but moaned, trying to grind against his hand.

seungcheol raised his brows at your unfiltered reaction, reaching for your hand and placing it right onto his cock. "someone's impressed", he guided your fingers up and down his length, soft groans escaping him.

you could barely even concentrate on getting him off, too overwhelmed by the tight knot that had formed in your lower abdomen. the sounds your cunt made, every time cheol moved his fingers, almost sounded pornographic to your years. it all felt so dirty, so forbidden, yet so right. why did it take you two so long to finally fuck?

"i- inside! fuck, wanna cum so bad, cheol."

a shaky chuckle. "oh fuck- y'wanna get fucked by this cock? beg."

any sort of dignity vanished into thin air for you, pleasure more important than anything other than this moment. if he wasn't going to fuck you open soon, you were certain, you'd turn insane. "please! please, need your fat cock inside me so - oh - so bad! need you!"

and with that, he pulled his fingers out of you, lining his head up with your entrance. "there's my good baby."

the stretch felt amazing. pain mixing with all your pent up pleasure as seungcheol lifted your leg up high to fuck you from a deeper angle. saliva was dripping down your mouth, already way beyond caring about appearances. he finally bottomed out completely, his hips meeting your own as he grabbed your chin to meet his gaze. "gonna fuck you so good you'll forget about anyone who came before me."

your eyes widened at the promise, crashing your lips against his in a desperate kiss. his thrusts held so much power in them, squeals erupting out of you every time he pushed into you. you wouldn't be surprised if you were to wake up the next day, covered in bruises. the grunts he let out every time you squeezed around him only spurred you on, arms wrapped around his neck, trying to hold him impossibly closer.

"cheol- 'm gonna cum!", you pleaded against his lips. "so fucking good!"

his body felt like pure sin as his grip around your thigh tightened, to increase his pace. you could feel it all - the sweat dripping off his chest, his abs slamming against your stomach, the imprint his fingers would leave - you felt it all. "g- good", he groaned. "need you to milk me fuckin' dry, baby."

the image of him cumming inside, finally sent you over the edge, burying your head in the crook of his neck as you dug your nails into his shoulder blades. there was no pleasure comparable to this. you shook in his grasp, cunt spasming around his still moving cock.

with one final push of his hips, he came inside of you, filling you to the brim with his hot cum. a shaky moan erupted from his pretty lips as his head rested against yours, melting against your touch. he remained there for some time, hand coming to stroke the back of your head as if to praise you. "been waiting", he panted. "so long to do this."

your laughter sounded tired and muffled, face still smushed against his shoulder. "what was stopping you?"

he hissed as he gently pulled out of you, still cradling your head. oh, you would be sore tomorrow. "your ex", he laughed. "but don't worry. there's nothing that's gonna stop me from now on."