The Afterparty

୨୧The Afterparty୨୧

| The Fight | The Party | The Afterparty | The Epilogue |

{your head is reeling from the scene you’d just witnessed at soonyoungs party, and your heart isn’t doing much better. how could everything go so wrong in just a few hours? whatever, if things were already fucked you’d just have to get fucked with them. but hes still there, in the back of your mind. and youre evidently in the front of his. cheol is furious with you. furious and possessive, and you wonder if you can get through soonyoung's afterparty without something happening between you two}

warnings: angst, smut, cheol is possessive and slightly creepy (mentions of possible stalking but he doesnt confirm anything), hard dom! Cheol x sub! Reader, bondage, degrading, multiple orgasms, light breeding kink, impact play (spanking), nipple play, size kink cause i cant help myself, just the general hard fucking yall know the drill, drinking but for the plot theyre not super drunk during sex (cause dont do that)

word count: 6k

you threw back shots like they were water, your face constricting from the bitter taste on your tongue before you slammed the little shot glass on the counter “another one.”

somewhere through the buzz the alcohol caused you could hear cheers. some from jeonghan and soonyoung, who had convinced you to try and out drink mingyu (who they joked was “the resident alcoholic”), and some from people you didn’t know.

somehow this afterparty was even bigger than the party itself.

the ride over to jeonghan’s loft was completely silent. both soonyoung and seungkwan had watched your face fall upon seeing seungcheol leave with her, and both were graceful enough to let you have your moment of peace before the afterparty started.

fuck him.

genuinely and whole heartedly, fuck him.

your head spun with each shot, each pass of that vile liquid down your throat.

you didn’t know how long it had been since you got here, and you weren’t sure you cared. you planned on getting as blackout drunk as possible and passing out somewhere in this overwhelmingly spacious loft.

it seemed like other people had that same plan. what with how nearly every surface contained substance ranging from white powder to the remnants of someone's attempt of rolling a blunt. the smell of something sharp filled the air, mixing with the awful smell of whatever the fuck you were drinking right now. who even knew with how many bottles were lining every table in this huge fucking space.

seriously how rich was jeonghan anyways to be able to afford this luxurious downtown loft? you thought the view of the city might be nice too if you were sober enough to see straight.

music blasted overhead, something about parties and women and fucking. all things that reminded you of him. of how he held her face while shoving his tongue down her throat…

jeonghan passed the now refilled shot glass to you and you downed it without a second thought.

mingyu did the same across the table from you and gagged “alright i might have to tap out.” you locked eyes with him as the crowd around you yelled for you and smirked at his pout

“i thought you were supposed to be good at this” you teased the large man "maybe next time youll take more than-"

soonyoung's voice cut through the conversation "Cheol? how did you find this place?"

you stopped. the room stopped. the whole fucking world stopped.

you watched as cheol sauntered into the loft, his eyes locked on you.

"soonyoung, i thought you said he didnt get an invite" you hissed at your friend. you were about to push further, convinced he orchestrated this for you and cheol to talk out your relationship, until you saw his face.

soonyoung had gone pale. he was just as surprised as you to see cheol at this afterparty. jeonghan however didnt look the least bit phased to see him.

the rest of the people around the four of you had gone back to partying, completely oblivious to what was about to happen.

"cheol, what are you doing here?" soonyoung said, stepping forward to put himself between you and the man "i never sent you the address"

cheol looked to jeonghan before turning his attention back to you, ignoring soonyoungs question for the second time. "wheres dino? im surprised hes not following you around like a little lost puppy."

you balked. was he being serious right now?

"i could ask you the same thing about anjelica. thought youd be fucking her by now" you crossed your arms. if he wanted a fight youd give him one, you were definitely tipsy enough.

"who said i didnt?"

this bitch.

"then why the fuck are you here seungcheol? we both moved on apparently, so why even show up?"

his eyes stared through yours "who said i moved on from you?"

soonyoung moved from infront of you, seemingly understanding that as his unspoken cue, and pulled jeonghan into the corner to talk to him (more like argue).

standing alone with cheol in jeonghan's kitchen you braced yourself for the conversation youd been waiting days for.

"then why do it cheol? why ignore me for days only to bring her to the party and rub it in my face?"

"i could ask you the same thing, y/n. i didnt hear from you at all until a few hours ago when you asked to talk, but by then Anjelica needed someone to take her to the party and i couldnt just say no."

"but -"

"and i know how it looked. i know. but you didnt even let me explain. didnt even let me come up to you before i watched you almost run to hole yourself in the bathroom."

he waited a second for you to say anything, and when you didnt he continued.

"i thought you had just drank too much or something and thats why it was taking you a while, but when i went to check on you i heard moaning." he inhaled and paused, gripping the edge of the counter like just the memory of it was too much for him to recount, "i couldnt believe it. so i listened, i thought maybe id just missed you leave or something. that it was anyone but you in there."

he scoffed, "but i know you and i know your voice like its my own. i knew it was you so i waited. i waited until i couldn't anymore. and then it was him." another inhale "it couldve been anyone else but it was him."

"again, i could say the same thing about you, seungcheol. that woman is the whole reason were here in the first place. and i tried. i tried to contact you to get you to talk about things. so imagine my surprise when shes the one you bring to the party. the one youve been fucking for god knows how long and-"

"and you havent been fucking chan?" his voice raised loud enough to draw a few party-goers attention to the two of you

"what are you-"

"i know about the texts y/n. why the fuck do you think id fuck her in the first place."

you paused. what did he mean by "the texts?" first he knew about you and chan hanging out and now he knows about your texts with him? no, theres no way. surely hes talking about something else.

"oh dont play innocent, y/n, you know exactly what im talking about" cheol leaned into you, coming so close to your ear so that youd be the only one who could hear him. "how you texted him every slutty thing you wanted him to do to you. how you wanted chan to fuck you...cum in you and eat it out of you"

your mouth hung open and your face turned red as a tomato. you couldnt tell if it was from embarrassment or anger. or from the looming fear that he somehow knew, somehow found out about your private texts.

"hoenstly, y/n, i had on idea how much of a slut you could be"

he leaned away, straightening his back again and looked down at you.

"how-how did you-"

"i have my ways."

your eyes widened at him in shock, causing him to grin at you. for the first time in your whole relationship you were...scared of him.

"maybe chan was right" your voice was weak "maybe i shouldve gone home with him tonight" your voice cracked with the tears that threatened to spill

cheol said nothing, he didnt have to with the fury that burned in his deep brown eyes. he grabbed your wrist and tugged you along behind him, leading you down a nearby hallway you didnt even notice before.

he pulled you into the darkened room with so much force you nearly fell down. you couldnt see much but you figured this was one of jeonghan's many guest bedrooms judging from the king sized bed in the middle of it.

"what did you just say?" he had his back to you, facing the door as he spoke as if not looking at you would help him calm down some.

you couldnt help it, you were crying now, hot tears running down your face as you stumbled over your words "cheol, youre scaring me"

"oh, im scaring you?" you hear the faint click of the lock on the door. you were trapped with him now.

"y-yes." you sniffed "chan said you talked to him. threatened him and now youre doing the same to me"

he turned to you, eyes still lined in rage "he said what? y/n-" he tried approaching you but stopped when he saw how small you looked. you were truly terrified of him

his voice softened "first of all, id never hurt you. that you think id even try is-" he gulped, trying to hide how his voice wavered "and second, i didnt "threaten" him, i told him not to touch you because i knew that word would get to him about our...fight...and hed try to steal you away from me."

he slowly closed the distance between you two, taking note of how your body language became more receptive of him. he took your hands in his, running his thumbs against the soft bumps of your knuckles.

"look, i know things are rough between us right now but i miss you. and im sorry for everything" he looked into your eyes, willing you to understand just how sincere he was being "theres questions you have for me that i just cant answer. i dont have an excuse for anything and i know thats not enough, and i know its wrong of me to ask you to understand, but please"

you faltered. saying there were questions you had or him didnt even scratch the surface. for one you couldnt understand how he just happened to know about the sexts, then that compared with what chan had said about him always...showing up. how he could find you and just be there without you even telling him where youd gone. how hed done that same thing just now despite how soonyoung obviously didnt sned him the party invite.

yes, you had questions (almost an endless list of them at this point), but he was close to you and the woodsy scent of him was engulfing your senses and those big brown eyes were pleading with you not to storm off again. you couldnt help yourself.

you stood on your tip toes and kissed his lips softly.

cheol's arms immediately brought you closer in a warm bearhug, his lips moving against yours with all the tenderness of an apology and all the fervor of a man that had waited, dreamed of this since he first met you.

his lips quickened, his tongue running over your bottom lip to ask for entrance, and you obliged.

cheol's tongue roamed in your mouth, licking you up like hed eat you if he could. just fucking inhale you until you both became one.

he turned you both around suddenly until he had you caged within his arms, your back pressed against the door

"is this how you like it, hm? i heard him fucking you against that bathroom door, is that what you want me to do?" his voice was hushed as he spoke between kisses to your neck

you whimpered, had you really been with chan just a few hours ago?

his lips paused on your neck "are you thinking about him?"

"what, cheol i-"

he pushed off of you "you are." his eyes darkened, "what do i have to do to erase him from your mind huh? i couldnt keep your attention before, so what do i have to do now to keep you from even thinking his name?"

"cheol-"

he caged you in again, gripping your wrists and holding them firm against the door.

“do i need to tie you up so you won’t leave me again? cause i will.” you paused, eyes widening up at him as you realized he was being completely serious “i’ll do anything to keep you here, with me. you might want chan but you need me.”

then he moved off of you, you were so stunned by what he said that you didnt even notice him walking towards something. ofcourse his words shocked you, but what shocked you more is you realized chan was right.

cheol was crazy.

the ropes were on you before you even noticed he’d come back. he bound your arms with expertise, weaving the rough material around your wrists, but being sure not to tie them too tight. he didn’t wanna hurt you after all. he wasn’t a monster.

"cheol! what the fuck are you doing?" you words were panicked, he really was tying you up in the middle of some random room. the only saving detail about all of this was that this was jeonghan's house, and you guys were friends.

and then it dawned on you.

how cheol knew where to go for the party. jeonghan.

the two were good friends, everyone knew that. but did that mean that jeonghan knew how fucking crazy cheol could be, was being right now?

when you came back to reality your hands were completely bound together, and cheol had picked you up bridal style to place you on the bed.

he plopped you down on the soft mattress, the scent of fresh laundry filling your nose before you pushed yourself onto your knees, your dress riding up your plump thighs.

"think you can get away with it? letting him eat your little pussy out. come on baby, you know that belongs to me"

he crawled on the bed to you, placing his strong arms on either side of your thighs as he towered over you, even sitting on the bed he was still quite a bit taller than you.

"but you were allowed to fuck someone else tho, right?" you pushed your lips out in a pout and cheol's eyes tracked them, a smug smirk crossing his face as he saw the jealousy you so easily conveyed.

you looked so...cute.

"awwww is my pretty baby jealous?" his voice was low as he began kissing your neck again, trailing down to your breasts that were now peaked with your nipples. you didnt know if it was right to be turned on by his possessive asshole behavior, but you werent sure you cared right now. you couldnt deny that you really wanted to feel his hands on you.

"n-no," you breathed

"no?"

"no."

he nipped at his skin "not even if i say i kissed her just like this? licked her right where im licking you right now?" his tongue passed over the clothed tips of your nipples

"fuck," you hated what he was saying, but your body loved how he felt on you

"what if i say i tied her up just like this? fucked her mouth and made her take every bit of me i had to offer?" he raked his teeth over your sensitive buds, biting lightly through the material and making your back arch into him

you wouldve reached up into his hair too if he hadnt tied your hands together. or maybe you wouldve slapped his chest for what he was saying, pushed him away and cried from what he just admitted to you.

but you couldnt, so you did the next best thing "i hate you" you groaned out, even though youd never wanted him more

he paused, bringing his eyes up to meet yours "take it back"

you nearly laughed at the difference between his personas, how hed just said all those filthy things but as soon as you rebuttled he looked like a hit puppy.

and you really thought youd got him there. thought youd won the upper hand and had him right where you wanted.

youd never been more wrong.

"y/n." his voice warned "take. it. back."

you straightened your back in defiance "no."

"fine" he pushed himself up, coming to his knees on the mattress "if you cant listen to me, then ill just have to fuck the disobedience out of you"

your stomach flipped. youd never been talked to like this before. but you couldnt help that you liked it. really liked it if your pussy had anything to say about it. you were so soaked, you thought youd have ruined your panties if you hadnt somehow lost them at one point in the night.

he gripped your chin in his fingers, his palm nearly covering half of your neck as he pulled you towards him

"hows that sound baby?"

you knew what this was. an out. a way for you to express your discomfort, and you knew in the deepest parts of you that he would untie you in an instant, mutter endless apologies, and take you home if its what you wanted. but its not.

you wanted him to fuck you. fuck you so thoroughly and completely that he completely forgot another woman ever existed before you. youd be sure of it.

"g-good. it-sounds good" it came out pathetic and muffled from his fingers squeezing your cheeks together.

he smirked at you "good girl. now lift up baby, lets get you undressed"

you obliged, what else could you do with your hands literally tied.

cheol's fingers left goosebumps in their wake as he lifted your dress off of your frame. you watched as his eyes took you in. grazed upon every curve of your perfect, beautiful body, before snagging on your pussy

"baby?"

"hm?"

"where are your panties?" his eyes snapped up to meet yours as if the answer lied in them. and maybe they did, with how his gaze darkened at you.

he stood off the bed, standing right in front of you as he undid the buckle of his belt, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time.

"he has them, doesnt he?"

the thought honestly never crossed your mind that chan mightve taken your panties, not that you cared.

"he does." cheol's voice was filled with assuredness, like he knew without actually knowing where your pretty little lacy thong had gone.

he slipped his belt from the loops of his pants, folding and snapping it together once causing you to flinch at the sound

"baby, youve been such a bad girl recently" he frowned at you, his eyes raking across your body, snagging on the hickey that chan gave you "no, youre not a good girl at all. in fact, i think naughty girls like you deserve to be punished."

all you could do was sit back on your heels, looking up at him innocently through your long eyelashes.

"dont give me the innocent act, y/n. we both know you were fucking Chan's tongue just a few hours ago." pushed you down on the bed, then forced you onto your stomach, your pretty little ass on display for him "tell me baby, how many spankings do you think you deserve for giving away whats mine?"

another snap of his belt "ten? twenty?"

you couldnt answer, just arched your back, angling your ass higher at the promise of pain you so desperately craved, so long as it was cheol doing it to you.

he palmed your ass lightly, his large hand raking over your soft flesh, almost like he was inspecting you, making sure that hickey on your neck was the only one chan had left.

"lets settle for fifteen, how does that sound baby?" another snap "sound good?"

you mewled at the sharp sound

"y-yes, sounds good cheollie"

your head was pressed against the mattress, cheek squished in a way cheol thought made you look so adorable. but he knew better. you were nothing but a slut, and he was gonna show you what happened to sluts that couldnt contain themselves, that went around riding other mens' faces in their friend's bathroom.

without warning the painful sting reverberated through your body, your hips pushing into the bed as he slapped the belt against your ass. hard.

"fuck!" you yelped

"such a dirty mouth baby." he clicked his tongue "you really are a bad, bad girl" another spank to your ass. one that was even harder than the last, like he expected you to behave sweetly while he beat the fuck out of your soft flesh.

"tell me baby, did you know hed take them? did you let him take those little panties so that he could go home and fuck them?" another sharp spank had you groaning, turning your face into the mattress to keep your screams muffled "think chan's at home now, cumming into those little panties while thinking of how you tasted on him?"

another spanking. fuck he was getting hard just watching you try to squirm away from your punishment. he knew you probably didnt mean for chan to take your underwear, but that didnt infuriate him any less. and unfortunately your ass was right there for him to take out all his frustrations on.

you on the other hand were feeling both the worst and best experiences youd ever felt. cheol's spanks were harsh, but youd be lying if you said each slap didnt make your pussy even wetter.

"no cheollie" you somehow managed to whine out, the sound coming out slightly muffled from the mattress...and where you crying? "didnt mean for him to take them"

another spanking "whyd you do it then?"

you yelped, tears now streaming down your face as you took every bit of pain he gave you, something deep inside yourself spurring you to convince him that you were good. his good girl.

"d-dunno"

spank

"yes you do."

spank

you were sobbing now, hot tears creating a puddle where your face laid pressed against the bed

"j-" you hickuped from the choked sobs now rolling through you "just wanted to f-feel good"

cheol landed two harsh slaps against your ass with the belt. fuck how many was this now? maybe ten?

"and i couldnt do that for you? hm? didnt trust your cheollie enough to take care of your needs?"

another spanking

another set of cries escaped your plump lips, your hips trying so hard to squirm away from him.

"n-no, just wanted to m-make you jealous." you cried out

you braced for another spanking at your confession, only to be met with silence.

"what was that baby" his large hands came down to massage the now bright red skin of your butt.

you sniffed, turning your head to the side so that you could barely make out his looming frame behind you

"only rode his face n talked to him to make you j-jealous" it was pathetic really, how many tears slipped from your watery eyes from the confession, but it was true. youd only done all of that in an attempt to get back at cheol, even if some of the things he was never supposed to know about. so much good those little secrets did against someone so...crazy like cheol was. or whatever he was.

cheol placed a sweet, soft kiss against your ass before smoothing the skin there "and what do you have to say for doing something so mean to your cheollie? making him listen while you got your little pussy ate, while you came all over another man?"

"m-sorry" you sobbed again, you didnt even know your body was capable of making this many tears "m-so sorry cheollie"

you muffled your cries into the mattress again, too embarrassed with how hard you were sobbing to let him see even the side of your face.

cheol's eyes softened at you. your body laid out before him, cute little hickups from how hard you were crying. and that apology. fuck, you really were his cute, sweet y/n.

and he couldnt help but feel guilty for ever pushing you to act so naughty.

hed make it up to you for the rest of his life. would spend the rest of his days on his knees for you for ever having touched another woman, even if he was thinking of you the whole time. but that was his apology to make another time.

tonight was about that fucking scene hed walked in on back at soonyoung's apartment. about all the texts he couldnt erase from his memory.

"come on baby" cheol stood back up and snapped the belt again "only five more left. lets hear you count for me. think you can do that for your cheollie?"

you sniffed, unable to form another sentence, but nodded before turning your head to the side.

spank

"one"

spank

"two"

spank

"three"

spank

"four"

spank

"f-five"

you heard the faint clank of the belt against the hardwood floor.

heard the soft sound of clothes hitting the floor, before feeling a dip in the bed beside you as cheol climbed onto the mattress next to you before laying flat on his back.

cheol ran a had across your hair, pushing a few strands behind your ear before tilting your chin

"look at me baby" his voice was soft, but firm with the promise of another punishment if you didnt obey "there she is, my sweet good girl"

you sighed. there it was, that title you so desperately needed to hear fall from his lips.

you sniffed, another set of tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. "ch-cheollie" you cried suddenly, hiccupping against the bed as your body shook. you tried to reach out to him but your hands were still bound in place by the rough rope.

cheol cooed at you "awweee my sweet perfect angel, did cheollie hurt you?"

you nodded, tried to look up at him through your lashes again, but couldnt even see straight for all the tears that clouded your vision

his heart strained at the sight of you trying to tug your arms out of the restraints to get to him. how you couldnt roll over onto your stomach properly because of the rope confining your movements, and the pain searing into your lower half.

you looked so helplessly cute to him, and he couldnt help but pull you onto him, forcing your thighs apart to straddle his hips. and his now very erect cock.

his big hands came up to whisk away the tears from your face, gently wiping any remaining wetness from your softly flushed skin.

"there you go baby, let it out. you did so good. so good my good girl."

you hiccupped one last time, bringing your bound hands up to your face to wipe the few stray tears that fell.

"so fucking cute" cheol muttered under you.

under you.

the man you had been pining after, and who had apparently been pining after you too, was under you. completely naked, and you could feel him, every painfully hard inch of his long cock pressing against your middle.

you startled, trying to lift your cunt off of him, you didnt even realize hed set you on his hips until you felt how thick and girthy his cock was under you.

cheol laughed at your startled expression and how you seemed almost...bashful at the lewd position

"whats wrong baby? dont want a reward after all your hard work?"

you groaned at the thought. cheol reached up, pushing your hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek

"come on pretty baby, wanna see how good you ride me. how does that sound."

you nodded, giving a tentative grind of your hips against his cock.

fuck. he was so hard.

you spared a look down, just a peak, and were met with the huge length of him. he had to be at least eight inches. at least. and he was so thick too, your pussy barely surrounded the thickness of him as you grinding against him again

"mmphh~ fuck cheollie. s-big"

his hands guided your hips, his eyes watching as your little pussy struggled, clenched around nothing while the wetness of you seemingly poured over his shaft.

fuck, you were so wet and all hed done was spank you.

"yeah baby? am i the biggest youve seen?"

you moaned "y-yes! its so big" you paused "i dunno if its gonna fit in me"

his eyes nearly rolled back at your words. "fuck angel dont" his hips bucked up "dont say things like that to me"

"but youre so big" you moaned, you didnt mean to but your hips traveled so far up his length that his tip prodded your entrance "fuck, cheollie!"

"shit baby, need you so bad" he lifted your hips up "need to fuck you, fill this pretty pussy up"

you squeaked above him, your cheeks flushing red all over again "p-put it in" you paused "please"

please. god you were so cute, youd be the death of him.

he lifted your hips up, you almost had to lift up onto your knees just so that his dick had enough room to spring up, his thick tip glistening with his wet precum

you brought your bound hands to rest against his chest as cheol sunk you down onto him, basking in your whimpers at how thick he was. how the stink of him stretching your pussy out felt good. so right.

"h-how much more?" a sweat had graced your brow at how much his cock was hurting your little hole.

he chuckled a little bit "youre only halfway baby"

you groaned. you couldnt stand it. yes, his length hurt. but you had been waiting so long for this moment, and you couldnt wait any longer.

you pushed yourself down, not realizing he was thrusting himself up into you at the same time, causing you to ram yourself down, taking the full length of him into your little cunt.

cheol's back arched off of the bed "fuck!"

you moaned at the feeling of him lodged to his base in you, how his tip shoved itself against your cervix and your clit rubbed against his pubes.

cheol couldnt hold himself back anymore. he was gonna go gentle with you for your first time, but you were obviously insatiable. he smirked to himself, looked like chan hadnt fucked you well enough afterall.

cheol lifted you off of him, sighing at how your pussy seemed to retort at his cock leaving it, before slamming you back down onto him.

you cried out at the feeling of his cock splitting you open, of your little pussy being fucked by his much bigger length.

cheol's hips lifted each time yours dropped down, meeting you in the middle and causing the wet squelching sound of your ruined cunt to fill the room.

"did chan fuck you this good baby? did he make you cry for his cock and bounce on him like a needy little slut?"

you whimpered, the sound coming out sounding a little too much like a muffled "yes" for cheol's liking, and the man couldnt have that.

cheol rammed himself into you at an impossible pace, fucking you so hard that the grip he had on your hips was sure to leave bruises.

and then his dick twitched in you.

he came in you, the hot spirts of his white cum painting your quivering walls.

but he didnt stop.

his dick didnt even soften inside you, he just kept fucking his hips up into you, not wanting a single drop of cum to fall from you.

"cheollie" you whimpered

his eyes shot up to you, drinking in your fucked out expression. he couldnt stand it, he needed to fuck you harder. breed you and fill you full of his cum so you didnt have a choice but to stay with him, not with his babies nestled in you.

cheol flipped you over so fast you barely had time to process anything before he was ontop of you, kissing against your neck while ramming his still painfully hard dick into you.

he leaned down, leveling his plump lips with your ear and whispered “what’s wrong y/n? i thought you were a big girl”

you whimpered, eyes pleading up at him to be just a little softer, slow his hips down just a little bit so your cum-soaked cunt could recover just for a second.

but cheol only mocked your whimper, taunting you before picking up the speed of his hips

“big girls need to take responsibility for their actions. need to be punished when they act out of line and fuck other people.”

you couldnt help how the dam broke, and your legs shook with the wave of your orgasm.

"there we go, good girl, cumming around her cheollie's cock"

he pulled out and flipped you on your side, raising one of your legs and resting it on his broad shoulder before shoving himself back in and pounding his cum-covered cock back into you.

your body thrashed with the force of his hips, jostling on the bed from how hard his hips smashed into yours. he had you bent so deliciously to fit his thick cock in your little pussy.

your bound hands came down to your side to grip the sheets, give you any sort of grounding against the way cheol was pounding himself into you.

"ch-cheollie!!"

he mocked you, mimicking how you whined for him and moaned his name.

your pussy spasmed again, sucking him deeper into you as you came around his dick again.

without waiting for you to come down, cheol had you on your back, his large frame hovering over you as he rammed himself into oyur heat from on top of you now.

one orgasm flowed into the next at the new position, at how his curved dick hit your g spot so perfectly, like he was made for you.

your body shook with the most powerful orgasm youd ever had, something akin to a religious experience as his cock coaxed every worry out of your body.

"fuck cheollie," your high pitched moans and cries were music to his ears as your back arched towards him "fuck, love you s-much cheol-fuck!"

his hips faltered with your orgasm, with how perfectly your plush walls clenched around him.

something in cheol broke at the sight of you sobbing for him, cumming around him all while babbling about how much you loved him.

it dawned on him in that moment. you loved him.

nothing else mattered then. not the betrayals or how jealous he was. how crazy you made him. none of it mattered.

the only thing there was in his mind was you.

"fuck, y/n, i love you too. i love you more, so much fucking more" he slowed his hips to a long, slow rocking pace inside you. cheol wanted to savor the feeling of you, how you came and moaned around him.

the slow pace felt perfect, you were so soft and wet, all full of his cum and yours. he lowered himself onto you, looking into your teary eyes and came for the third time that night.

you groaned with the feeling of cheol filling you up again. his full body weight on you as he shook with pleasure. you knew he had come down from his orgasm when he rested completely ontop of you, one of his big hands coming to stroke your hair.

the weight of him was perfect, like a big, adorable weighted blanket.

but what was even more perfect was that choi seungcheol, your bestfriend that youd loved in secret for years, was now yours.

you knew it, and he definitely knew it. and nothing was going to separate you now. cheol would be sure of that if it was the last thing he ever did.

you knew that you had alot to talk about. alot of turmoil to fight through, but not tonight. tonight was for the two of you to pretend none of that existed. tonight, surrounded by the soft blue wave of moonlight that peered through the curtains in jeonghan's spare bedroom, you and cheol let those worries melt away within the warm embrace of eachothers' arms.

[authors note]

TWO PARTS LEFT POOKIES!!!! also if youve been following me you know that i struggle with writing the porn parts of fics and this one was so...i genuinely have thought abt getting laid just to have an easier time writing smut

tags: @aaniag @mnstxmnbb @jeonwonwooscutie @kawennote09 @prpldahy @shuabby1994 @christinewithluv @jj12 @soupbinlily @brownsugarbaybee @24carathoney @coupsgfsstuff @bourbon-cherry @xuoxio

Before the Day Begins | J.WW

+ summary: an interesting way to start an early sunday morning with your boyfriend wonwoo.

+ pair: wonwoo x fem!reader

+ word count: 1.3k

+ content: smut, fluff, soft, oral (f.receiving), fingering, edging, penetration, creampie (use protection!), some aftercare.

[ᝰ.ᐟ] Happy Spring Break!! College has been so tiring lately but that doesn't mean I don't have any ideas... >:) Anyways, I hope you enjoy this Wonu fic! ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

As much as you hated Sundays (they were a bitter reminder that the weekend was indeed coming to an end.), you couldn't help but enjoy the mornings that came with them, especially one like today.

Your eyes were still heavily coated with sleep. You noticed that the room was dimly lit, only a few rays of sunlight could make it past the heavy blackout curtains Wonwoo had purchased a few years ago. You couldn't tell exactly what time it was, but it definitely had to be before 10 am because the light coming from outside was barely visible, even without the curtains.

What caught your attention was the warm hand that was slowly making its way to your breast. It didn't help that your pajamas were incredibly thin, allowing you to feel everything that your lover was doing. Once his hand had made its way to your breast, he began to slowly massage it in smooth circles. Wonwoo's touch was firm yet tender, his sole purpose was to give you pleasure. You let out a few whimpers, enjoying the attention he was placing on your chest. The rest of his body was warm, you couldn't help but push yourself deeper into him. This pulled a low grunt from him, your ass now providing a fraction of the friction that he was craving. It was no surprise that Wonwoo woke up like this, sleeping while spooning you always managed to make him hard in the mornings. Wonwoo eventually grew impatient and decided to take it further by teasing the hem of your underwear, sliding it down inch by inch.

In the midst of his teasing, you decided to have your own fun. With your closest hand, you snaked your way down to his boxers where he was hiding his hard-on. You encased the majority of his clothed cock, testing the waters with a few strokes. Eventually, you started to copy his movements from earlier, drawing slow, tender circles on him. This seemed to work in your favor, considering that Wonwoo had ceased all of his ministrations. He groaned here and there, his voice was awfully deep in the mornings. After a few more minutes of your dangerous teasing, Wonwoo firmly pulled your hand away from him.

"Had to stop you before I blew a load in my underwear," his voice was strained, showing you just how close he was. You lightly chuckled at this.

After a moment or so, Wonwoo began to move around and positioned himself right in between your thighs. He continued lowering himself until he was met with your pussy. Before diving in, he suddenly asked, 'May I?'. As much as he wanted to taste you, he always made sure to ask before giving in to his selfish desires. You nodded quickly but realized he couldn't see so you opted for a quick 'yes'. That being said, Wonwoo couldn't help but feel enamored by you, no matter what, you were always wet for him. He slid both of his arms underneath your thighs, in preparation for keeping you grounded. With that, he landed a few long licks to your slit, the pressure on his tongue being somewhat firm. He took his time with each lick, each one better than the last. Occasionally, he would plant a few kisses on the sides of your lips. His pressure got increasingly stronger the closer he got to your bud, knowing how sensitive you were in that area.

Once he felt that familiar bundle, Wonwoo began sucking on the bud. You couldn't help but yelp at the sudden pleasure he was giving you. He played with the pressure and motions that he used on you, switching from light flicking to harsh sucking within a matter of seconds. You couldn't help but reach over to his head, grabbing a fistful of hair and tugging on it. Wonwoo loved it when you did that because it let him know just how good of a job he was doing. After what seemed like hours of him devouring you, he decided to add his fingers to the mix. He briefly pulled away from you to make room for his fingers, coating them with your juices. Slowly, he slid one finger in, pumping it a few times before adding the second, then the third. His technique was slow at first, allowing you to adjust to all three of his fingers at once. He eventually sped up and started curling them upwards, knowing that it was a gateway to having you come within minutes. Setting a good rhythm, he latched onto your clit, firmly sucking on it once again. Your whines then turned into moans, and you knew you were nearing the end. With just a few more strokes you would feel-

Nothing.

You cried at the sudden loss of his mouth and tongue, god, you hated it when he did that!

"Let's cum together?" He said while smiling, happy that his attempt at edging you was deemed a success.

Wonwoo then sat up and positioned himself right between your entrance. He pumped himself a few times and slowly covered his cock with your slick. With that, he started pushing himself in, bit by bit. He lowered his head and connected his lips to yours, successfully covering up his whines. His pace was slow at first, wanting to give himself time to adjust to your delicious walls (he knows he will immediately cum inside you if he doesn't start off slowly). You let out a few gasps, his thrusts were hitting deeper and deeper the more he went. Wonwoo couldn't help but spread you out even more, loving the way you kept sucking him back in. Although the room was dark, Wonwoo was still able to see the way your pussy was taking him in. He was enamored at the way your bodies seemingly connected with every thrust.

He peppered a few kisses to your neck and chest before pulling away to see you in all your glory. Wonwoo then slid his hand onto your pussy, the pad of his thumb directly above your neglected clit. Alternating from lazy circles to firmer ones, his pace also quickened with each stroke. He knew that you were really close, and with the pace that he set himself, Wonwoo was not too far from filling you up. After pistoning himself further into you, Wonwoo was so close to tipping over the edge. He lowered his head towards the junction where your neck and shoulder met, biting you once his lips made contact with your plush skin. You immediately felt yourself come undone, unable to control the fluttering walls of your pussy, you felt Wonwoo completely empty his load inside you. His groans were muffled by that chunk of skin that he was still latched onto, surely there would be a bruise.

The two of you continued to lay there, limbs tangled between each other. By this point, his cum was already making its way out of your entrance and was beginning to overflow. You didn't mind staying like this but you knew that Wonwoo was eventually going to get up and clean the two of you. By which you were correct because shortly thereafter, Wonwoo scooped you up into his arms and took you to your shared bathroom. He used a damp rag to clean up any remaining cum in between your legs. For the most part, it was quiet between the two of you, only sharing the occasional smile or two. You lived for the quiet moments like this, where you didn't need to say anything because you already knew how he felt. Aside from having only fucked less than five minutes ago, you couldn't help but feel overly domestic with him. Wonwoo handed you a fresh pair of underwear while he slipped on another pair of briefs. You felt a sudden wave of sleepiness take over your body, and as if he read your mind, Wonwoo grabbed your hand and led you to your shared bed.

"Let's go back to sleep, yeah?"

title: ghosted pairing: seungcheol x f!reader wc: 6.1k, mature/18+ only! tags: based on this drabble. porn with a considerable amount of plot, fwb to lovers, rich guy!cheol, yn is able to be picked up. horrible terrible excessive amounts of fluff. smut tags below the cut. everyone say thank you to @wuahae for reading this over :)

smut tags: softdom!cheol, unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), spanking/biting, yn has hair that can get pulled, mild ass play, boob stuff, fingers in mouth.

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you think you have seungcheol's number memorized.

well, you definitely should have by now, with how many times you considered deleting it. instead you ended up changing his contact name, first to seungcheol club, which is where you met him. second time--rebound guy. the third iteration, your roommate had made it DO NOT TEXT, and you had left it like that because she was probably right anyway.

for better or for worse, you are not very good at following instructions. you're two and a half weeks fresh off of a heart-to-heart with your friends where you agreed that no, the best way to get over your ex was to not get under somebody else, and yes, you should absolutely stop sleeping with a guy who brags about being a playboy.

so you deleted his number and your text history, and everyone swore up and down that this was a good thing.

and you're sure you were on the same page as them until about five minutes ago, when you were doing your laundry and you had come across one of his white button-up shirts.

(he let you keep it because he said you looked better in it than he did. that morning, before you left his place, he had buttoned it all the way up for you--don't want anyone else looking at you the way i do, he had said. plus, the amount of hickies he had left behind were in no way presentable to the general public.)

the effect this has on you is instantaneous and humiliating.

"fuck. fuck," you groan, now scrolling through your camera roll to look for literally any screenshot with his number in it.

there's one from back when he was rebound guy--he had sent you ten dollars in apple cash so you could buy a coffee when you said you were too tired to fuck. you ended up coming over that night anyway, and you both watched four hours of law and order until you fell asleep on his couch.

there are a handful from when DO NOT TEXT had sexted you in the middle of the workday, which you kept for posterity and nights alone with your vibrator.

and then, finally, a few weeks before that, when things were simple and he was just an unsaved number in your phone--hey, i know you ran out this morning, but i wanted to let you know i had a great time last night, if you know what i mean. even with the winky face emoji, it was a strangely wholesome text from a first time hookup.

you favorite the screenshot and curse the fact that you have never had good impulse control.

you up? i miss you.

the words fly so fast out of your fingers, you have no time to consider whether or not this is a good idea. you vividly recall the time he told you he had never seen the point of putting a label on a relationship, which was the whole reason your friends staged an intervention in the first place.

still, the white shirt on your bed taunts you. even thinking about it makes your head spin.

yeah. let me send you an uber.

that too--he had money, and he wasn't ashamed to spend it on you. between that and the dick, you don't think you're willing to squander your luck.

besides, seungcheol is still rebound guy. you're still getting over your ex, and he's just a quick fix in the meantime. you tell yourself this, and you keep telling yourself this until you're out the door, without a second chance to tell yourself otherwise.

--

"can't go long without getting your back blown out, huh?"

this is the first thing seungcheol says to you, oblivious to the fact that you were planning on forever ghosting him less than an hour ago.

"as if you didn't answer my text almost immediately," you laugh, letting him help you take your coat off.

"never said i wasn't happy to provide," he replies. his gaze is hot, sticky, like he's forgotten what you've looked like already. "i think it's been almost a month. i thought you got tired of me or something, you know."

"of course not. i...i got busy."

it's a half lie. the other half? you wouldn't dare admit it, but you missed his apartment a little. partly because it's much nicer than your own, but the bachelor pad decor was starting to grow on you. (and maybe the bachelor, with it.)

"work was good today?" you ask, letting him draw you in by the waist. his hands are so warm as he draws them up and down your sides, underneath the cotton of the thin shirt you have on.

"oh, please," seungcheol says, his grin now hovering right over your lips. "don't play innocent. you didn't come here so i could talk about my job."

he's right, so you let him kiss you. it's hot and fast and it tastes like his twenty dollar mouthwash, which you take small pride in because it means he would have been sleeping if his hand wasn't on your ass right now.

seungcheol has never been slow nor patient. your shirt has come off, and he now thumbs at the waistband of your jeans, grasping at the button to undo them.

"i don't think i even know what you look like with pants on," he says, lips dragging against the shell of your ear. "you always dress up when you come here, and it all ends up on the floor. pity."

you feel all the heat in your body surge towards your core. somehow your jeans are already on the floor and seungcheol's palm is fanned over the thin lace of your panties.

"thought about me the whole way here, huh?" two fingers are meanly sat over the seam of your cunt, pressing the damp fabric to your skin. "let yourself get all wet for me on the car ride?"

"maybe," you manage, not wanting to betray the embarrassment in your voice. you don't need his hand there to know how wet you are, and yet you know he's doing it to tease you anyway. he finds the bump of your clit over the fabric, now clingy and warm over your skin, and runs his thumb over it. "what else was i supposed to think about?"

"no need to be shy. can't lie with such a needy pussy." he chuckles as your thighs squeeze helplessly around him. "it's cute."

before you can protest, he pushes your panties to the side, now undoubtably soaked through, and his fingers find your clit again. it just takes two, three, rough strokes to draw the pleasure out of you like a fire in your belly.

"cheol," you whine. somehow things always end up like this--you, almost fully naked, and him, still with all his clothes on. he likes reminding you of it too, now enjoying the way you press against him, searching for skin. instead, you feel his cock under his sweatpants, right up against your thigh, and it only turns you on further.

your hands find his waist, but between the new welt he's sucked into your neck and the paralyzing feeling of his thumb on your clit again and again, you falter. your fingertips hover on the downy hair peeking over the band of his sweats, and you've never ached more to have him inside you.

that's all seungcheol needs to yank you back in line. "bed. now," he says, and you listen.

his apartment is big, and the walk feels dizzying as he follows behind you. what's even worse is that you can feel his eyes rake over you--he loves it. the humiliating stumble of your two left feet, the glistening slick at the apex of your thighs, how your panties cling to your ass, now ruined.

even now, as you clamber onto the bed like you're learning to use your limbs for the first time, he loves how easy you are for him. but you can't help it--no one fucks you as good as he does, and that was the reason he was rebound guy in the first place.

"face me," is his next command. at the foot of the bed, first, he pulls off his shirt, and your eyes wander first to his chest, then to the trail he's got down his stomach, teasing you as he pushes down his sweats.

one of his hands, strong and veiny, disappears under his waistband to play with his cock. you watch the slow flick of his wrist and see the shape of his length underneath the fabric, and you almost start salivating.

you're sure he's punishing you by now.

"you're staring, pretty girl. use your words." a turn of his wrist, and he groans. he might just make himself cum like this, and the notion that it wouldn't be somewhere inside you absolutely shatters the last bit of pride you had left.

"need you in my mouth, cheol," you whine, now sitting up straight against the headboard, as if looking any more pitiful would persuade him to join you.

and he does, just not in the way you want him to. instead, you watch his sweats fall to the ground before he kneels on the edge of the bed, on the end furthest from you.

"what, you think i'm gonna give it to you easy? after you made me wait for you?" you are not thinking straight enough to decipher what this means. who knew ghosting a fuckboy would have actual consequences, but you watch his grip tighten around the fat base of his cock and decide this is not the time to play detective.

so you swallow your pride and all your questions and you crawl. you crawl all the way down the seemingly endless length of his king sized bed, feeling seungcheol's gaze swallow you whole, and you like it.

when you stop at the foot of the bed, you take pause to look at seungcheol, really look at him. his eyes are dark, almost unrecognizably so--maybe it's the way you so readily make yourself perfect for him, arching your back just how he likes and letting your swollen, wet mouth fall open like you've never wanted anything more than him.

"so pretty like this," he coos. he runs a thumb over your bottom lip, feeling it quiver under his skin. you feel the saliva pooling in your mouth; it's as humiliating as it is desperate but you can't help yourself. it feels so good to be touched, and seungcheol's clings to you like nothing else.

he pushes his fingers into your mouth, almost to the back so you choke. you're at the point where you'll take anything, so you suck. you let your tongue run all over the digits, long and calloused enough that you can only dream of having them inside the other half of you. he pushes onto your tongue, wanting you to taste him, and you whimper, the feeling harsh but not unwelcome.

"dumb mouth just needs something in it, huh? my girl will just suck anything?"

you can't talk, so you whine around his fingers, feeling your pussy clench around nothing. he's been playing with his cock with his free hand, forcing you to watch him trace every vein with his own skin instead of yours. you hollow out your cheeks and suck him nice and tight, trying to fool yourself otherwise.

then he laughs, low and quiet--as fun as it is to slut you out, he's never been patient. "open wide, darling." he slides his fingers out from your mouth before pulling your hair out of the way. thank you, you want to say, but it's quickly washed away by the shock of his cock between your lips, rough but never too much so.

god, you didn't even think you liked sucking dick that much, but sleeping with seungcheol for this long must have altered your brain chemistry for the worse. his familiar, heavy warmth sits on your tongue, and you can't help but moan around him. you love the stretch of your jaw, the way his eyes always wrench shut no matter how in control he is.

"fuck," he groans, carding a hand through his hair. "slutty little mouth's made for me."

you hum around him, taking him all the way to where your nose skims the dewy curls on his abdomen and all you know is the scent of his heat. you're drooling so much, thanks to all the fingers in your mouth not too long ago, but you don't care. you run your tongue on the veiny underside of his cock, back and forth, savoring the hurt in your cheeks and all the spit on your chin.

seungcheol makes a low-pitched, strangled noise, the first time you've seen him crack tonight, and it sends another gushy wave of heat to your cunt.

you toy with his slit, let the salt of his precum fill your mouth, and suck hard around his cockhead. your scalp stings wonderfully with how he pulls at your hair, and you lean into the feeling. a deep breath through your nose, and you sink down again. the way he hits the back of your throat makes you yelp pitifully, but you persist like a dog to a bone. again, again, and you're gagging on your own spit as your throat spasms around him and you go cross-eyed.

he's all about control, but he lets you have this--perhaps he likes seeing you give yourself to him without him asking. he doesn't have to lift a finger, and you'll still choke around him, bruise your own throat. surely that had to mean something, but you'll chalk it up to some astrological sexual compatibility you're unaware of at the moment.

"enough," seungcheol finally says, voice gravelly, and he pulls you off him by the hair. "fuck, you probably would've cummed from that alone, huh?"

meanly, he reaches over your back to grab at the strings of your underwear so it digs into your cunt. you cry out, feeling the warmth of arousal leak all over your twitching hole, even between your ass. he's right--any more, and you really might have cummed all over yourself.

" 'm so wet, cheol," you plead, toes curling as he pulls the elastic of your panties further back. "please, please, please."

he releases the band, and it snaps hard against your skin. it feels like electricity as it connects with you, and you cry out again, the noise high-pitched and whoreish.

"gonna need you to face the other way if you want me to fuck you, darling," he says. "my baby likes it best from behind, right?"

you have nothing left in you but insatiable desire. you turn around to face the headboard, still on your hands and knees. seungcheol runs a careful hand down the curve of your spine before landing a hard slap on your ass. your skin sings, and all the blood in your body feels like it's been turned to fire.

"cheol," you warble, pressing your face into the sheets. your pussy actually hurts from how neglected it is, and when the second slap comes down, your clit aches like a bruise. "need you so bad...can't believe i went so long without you."

the words just fall out of you but you think they're true regardless. you were really fooling yourself thinking you could go the rest of your life without this. somewhere deep inside you, in the working part of your brain, you wonder if he's come to the same conclusion. that underneath the show, all the greed and the meanness, he missed you too.

"you must really need to get fucked," seungcheol chuckles. "you've never been this nice to me."

"not true," you protest, muffled by the sheets, and he laughs again. then he peels your underwear down your thighs before spreading your ass underneath his palms, and the cool air makes you twitch under him.

"you smell so fucking good. fuck." he groans, low and desirous, and it's the last thing you register before you feel the swell of his nose, his lips, as he buries his face in your cunt.

it's all too much at once--it rips a squeal out from your chest, one of those slutty, loud ones he loves, and it spurs him on further. you feel the wet pressure of his tongue, first between your folds, then up to the tight ring of your asshole, still messy with your arousal.

"o-oh my god," you cry. the pressure in your belly is now wound tight; you're so, so close and he's barely even started. he seems to know this, and deprives you of his mouth in lieu of his two fingers. the change in sensation is instant and toe-curling. something, anything, is finally inside you, and it's better than anything you have ever known. he drags the pads of his fingers brutally over your g-spot, loving the way you cry and tremble beneath him as your orgasm builds.

"have you had enough, pretty girl?" seungcheol asks, voice cruel, teasing. it's a rhetorical question--before you know it, his fingers are gone, and you instead feel the length of his cock between the curve of your ass. he's got a hand between your shoulder blades, pinning you down, just so he can see you struggle to push yourself against him.

"n-no," you reply, voice catching in your throat. you feel the head of his cock against your slit, and your thighs tremble with anticipation. not good enough. it only takes him a few times, rocking against your cunt, for you to crumble. you ask for things you can't even remember, and it's then when he pushes into you, so meanly you really do forget what words mean.

seungcheol swears under his breath, and his grip on your ass feels tight enough to bruise. your cunt flutters around him, god, you forgot how fucking big he is, but he doesn't give you much time to get used to it. his pace is unforgiving, and his hips slam into your ass like he's trying to fuck the sound out of you.

"cheol," you hiccup, listening to your voice jolt with every thrust. " 'm so full...."

"yeah? you like how i fill you up?" he squeezes your ass hard, and you moan into the sheets. "better than anyone else?"

"o-only you," you reply, slack-jawed at the feeling of being split open so well and the delicious, unending drag of him against your walls. "just you."

this seems to satisfy him. he enters you, deeper still, until it feels like he's in your stomach.

"so fucking tight," he says, from somewhere deep in his chest. "you need me to stretch you out like this every once in a while, yeah? you take it so well, pretty girl."

all you can do is moan his name. it's what you've been doing, and at this point, it's the only word you know. he bottoms out again, and the pleasure is so white-hot it feels like it burns.

it only takes two, three, punches into your cunt for you to come undone. you're gushing, gushing around him, babbling something incoherent, and still he is unrelenting. you feel your mouth move in an attempt to tell him you're too sensitive, and he only shoves his cock deeper in you so he can feel you clench hard around it.

then he pushes your head into the sheets, deeper still so the neighbors won't write him up in the morning, and fucks you again. you foolishly think another orgasm will break you, but all it takes is for him to press his thumb into the dip of your asshole and tell you he's going to fuck you in both holes one day for you to fall apart again.

by the time he's done with you, your legs feel boneless and you don't even want to think about the situation between them. (you had asked him to cum in you, and he did. there was so much, he had to push some back into you with his fingers, and you cummed one more time.)

you feel seungcheol's dead weight slump onto the bed beside you. you're still face-down, but you turn as far as you can to look at him. it's unfair how he still looks good now--his bangs, dark and curly with sweat, crown his forehead, and you watch his long eyelashes flutter shut.

"fuck," he groans. "how does every time with you get better?"

somewhere inside you, in the parts that still work, you feel a small gleam of pride. it feels traitorous, in a way--the whole point of being friends with benefits was that it was supposed to be conditional, but you're running out of conditions. clearly, it didn't take much for you to come back and not regret it.

seungcheol laughs at your silence. "did i break you? no," he jokingly whines, and he rolls onto his side to return your gaze. he brings a hand up to brush the hair out of your eyes, as if that would somehow magically repair your body. but it does feel nice. "please speak."

"maybe broken. to be determined." seungcheol grins stupidly when you say this, and you watch how his eyes crinkle up at the sides.

usually, it's every man for himself at this point in the night. seungcheol will order takeout and draft some emails, and you hobble over to the bathroom so you can pee and use the shower. he leaves you alone for this part, which is the perfect opportunity to mix all his fancy shower gels together like you're a kid again.

but today seems different. you lie there for a beat in silence, watching each other blink. then seungcheol gets up, slowly then all at once, and walks over to your wrung-out body.

"i'm picking you up," he says, like a warning. "hopefully you're not afraid of heights."

you think he's joking until you feel the strong cords of his forearms--one around your middle and the other under your legs. you didn't even think you were able to be picked up at this point in your life, but somehow he's got you flush against his chest now, almost nose to nose with him.

"wait," you waver, suddenly feeling self conscious about literally everything. you're sticky and smelly and you're not curious to find out if your post-coital form will scare him away. "seungcheol."

"you really plan on walking yourself over to the bathroom? you couldn't make it to the bedroom earlier, and i hadn't even fucked you yet."

"hey!" you protest. he laughs, and you can feel his whole body shake. "wait, i can't laugh too much, or i'm gonna start leaking."

"you've got another thing coming if you think i'm afraid of a little body fluid."

seungcheol bumps the bathroom door open with his ass, which is somehow the funniest and most endearing thing to you. you flip on the light, and he sets you on the counter like it's just a normal friday night for the both of you.

he turns the shower on and turns back to look at you. "how hot do you want it?" then his eyes narrow playfully. "are you one of those freaks who likes getting their skin boiled off?"

"well, you can answer the first half of that question on your own."

"ok. freak."

while he messes with the shower knobs (he's got one of those showers with three separate showerheads), you take a moment to do some more snooping. the first time you were here, you did go through the various things he had on his counter. most of them are still there--the overpriced moisturizer you shamelessly use when you stay the night, a quarter-full bath and body works foaming soap, and a folded up hand towel with his initials on it.

there are some newer additions too. you don't miss how the little jar for your toothbrush is still there, or a small tube of lip gloss you had forgotten to take back a few months ago. he restocked the hand lotion that you said you liked, too.

you're starting to think that there is a small possibility that you are no longer friends with benefits. you're not dating either, but something somewhere in the middle. but how do you say something like that? how would you know, especially when seungcheol is a self-proclaimed forever bachelor who may never, ever date?

you have no time to think about this any further.

"sooo," seungcheol hums, wiping his hands with a bath towel. "i'll be in the bedroom. you want me to order chinese?" you watch him linger around, lamely, like a stray dog.

"wanna join me?"

he smiles, ear to ear.

"thought you'd never ask."

--

morning comes slowly.

you wake to birdsong and the quiet chatter of the city beneath you. the sun from the curtains is buttery and warm on your bare skin, and time seems to drag its feet. it feels perfect, which is a word you would have never used in relation to any of this, and yet nothing else seems more appropriate.

last night, after your shower (in which you learned that seungcheol always makes his hair into a shampoo mohawk, without fail), you talked for hours over the fattest spread of takeout you had ever seen.

the plan was to put on the office and dissociate like usual, but he finally answered your question about how his day at work was. (tumultuous and drama-filled--that was his first mistake. you love drama.) strangely, by the end of the night, you learned that you had more in common than you thought with a man whose watch collection was valued higher than your entire college education.

"you up?" seungcheol's morning voice comes out sounding like a croak from behind you. you're sure he's about to complain that his arm is asleep from your big head on it, but he doesn't. instead, he settles deeper into your warmth and pulls you closer by the waist.

"yeah," you reply, enjoying the feeling of his skin against your own.

you grab your phone from the nightstand, wondering if your roommate has discovered your betrayal and has blown up your phone. she has, so the two voice memos and twenty text messages in the group chat are no surprise to you.

what is a surprise is the text you get from your ex. can we talk? it reads. it's the first time you've heard from him in months--before that, he had broken up with you (over text) and then proceeded to block you on every platform possible.

your mind starts to spin. you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to text him back. just for closure's sake, you tell yourself, as if you haven't cried at least seven separate times about this. but you will admit, seungcheol has been a great diversion. you don't remember the last time you had a cry, and any progress was good progress to you.

complicating things, said diversion has slotted a leg between yours, and his hand has found its way to your ribcage, distractingly close to your chest. such are the consequences of only wearing a shirt to bed.

"you're so warm," he murmurs, right in the space where your neck meets your shoulder. his hand creeps up, now right over your heartbeat. it doesn't really take much for your body to respond--his fingertips find your nipple, and with a light squeeze, you're already arching back into him. "is this ok?"

"yeah," you breathe. you're distracted, but you figure the best way to un-distract yourself is with a new, better distraction.

now emboldened, he rolls the skin between his fingers, finding he loves the way you shudder underneath him. quickly, he moves out from behind you to hover over you instead, propping himself up by his forearms, and pushes your shirt up over the swell of your tits.

"you good?" seungcheol asks, lips flush to the skin over your heart. he presses another wet kiss to one of your nipples before taking it into his mouth.

"yeah, why?" you have half a mind to hold his head down so he can't ask more questions and ruin the point of being a distraction in the first place.

"dunno." he switches to the other side, licking over a mark he's bitten into your skin. "you looked at your phone and you seemed worried. also, you're frowning, and it's not a sex frown."

damn. you guess you're easier to read than you thought. you don't even have the heart to ask what the fuck a sex frown looks like.

seungcheol's mouth returns to your nipple, and he sucks hard, making you gasp into your palm.

"my ex," you tell him. there's no point in keeping it a secret. the first time you slept together, you had made it clear what your intentions were, which is what made this arrangement work so well in the first place. "he wants to talk or something."

"that asshole?" then another suck, and you keen into him. "you're too good for him."

it's literally one of the three appropriate responses he could have chosen from, but it still feels like a compliment to you. almost too much so.

"yeah. i guess." your voice sounds more wobbly than you'd like, but you chalk it up to the fact that he's now pressing his lips down your middle, all the way down to your core. "hey, i'm ticklish."

"i know." he kisses your belly button, and you smile in spite of yourself. "you smell good, by the way."

"it's your forty dollar body wash," you remind him.

"damn right it is." you feel his breath fan over your thighs, and your stomach flips with anticipation. "legs over my shoulders. you know the drill."

"you don't have to do this, you know," you say, before immediately regretting it. you have a spectacular knack of self-sabotage, which you think seungcheol knows by this point. "you've been really nice to me."

"am i not allowed to like being nice to you?" seungcheol jokes. "would you prefer me to be mean?"

"no," you laugh. you don't know how to ask what he meant. what made yesterday and today so different? it feels like you're on the edge of something, coming close to what you could only describe as more than casual affection, more than desire. "go back to being nice. forget i said anything."

you put your legs over his shoulders, like he asked. one good orgasm wouldn't solve the ex problem or this new seungcheol problem you are starting to discover, but it sure would help you think more clearly.

his lips are soft on you. he has none of the urgency or greed of yesterday; instead, he takes his time with you. his mouth skims over your inner thighs, lightly, drawing out all the breath from your lungs. you make a small noise of impatience, and you feel the stretch of his grin against you.

before you have a second chance to complain, you feel the heat of his open mouth over your cunt, as to drink your taste up. then his tongue, warm, insistent, on your clit, circling it before he sucks.

"o-oh, fuck," you whine, voice muffled by the back of your hand. it feels too early to be loud, and you're already embarrassed by how sensitive you are.

"don't text him back," seungcheol says. he's replaced his mouth with two fingers, now leisurely teasing you at your entrance.

"don't worry--" you manage to say this before he crooks the pads of his fingers into you, right at your sweet spot, and the words are stolen from you. "--about him."

"i'm serious." he laps at your cunt, and with his fingers still buried in you, the feeling makes you dizzy. "did he ever make you feel like this?"

"n-no," you whine, now with your palm shoved right against your mouth. he's added a third finger now, and the stretch is so good, you're going cross-eyed. "never ate me out."

"what?" you hear him tsk between your thighs as his fingers still. "he's missing out."

it's then that seungcheol must have resolved to give you the best head of your life, because you think you black out after that point.

his lips return to your clit, and the pleasure is so startling, you can feel your thighs squeeze shut around his head. unfazed, he continues to pump his fingers in and out of your hole, still fluttering, unused to the size.

"close, 'm so close," you mewl, hips now lifted to chase his tongue. he indulges you, gives you the flat of the muscle to grind against as he stuffs you full.

your other hand finds his hair, and it only takes a moment, a slight pull, for him to moan into your heat--the sound breaks something inside you, and you're gasping, crying out with your high. by now, there are marks from your teeth in your palm, but something about the sting only makes the feeling better.

seungcheol stays sealed to your cunt, removing his fingers only to replace them with his mouth, eager to taste you. he lingers until you're shaking and whimpering, spent from your orgasm and too sensitive to endure another.

he looks up at you, swollen lips and bedhead made worse, and a surge of affection overtakes you.

"kiss me," you tell him, and he does.

it's long, and it's slow, not even close to any of the ones you've had before. you wrap a hand around the back of his neck, and he sighs. you don't think he's ever done that before.

when he pulls back to look at you, it feels as though the air has changed. there are words pushing at your lips. this isn't casual anymore. it can't be, not with what just happened.

yeah, the sex is good, but the first thing you thought of this morning wasn't you or your saturday plans or how to endure the dismay of your entire friend group, it was about him. if didn't count for something, you don't know what did.

"seungcheol, i--" you pause. his eyes are so brown, it's distracting you, and you start to second guess yourself.

"is it about your ex?" he interrupts. "if he asked you to get back with him, would you?"

it's not his question, but his insistence that takes you by surprise.

"n-no." you watch his gaze flicker at your hesitance, and you don't like it. "no, i wouldn't."

"good, because--" he pauses, seeming to gather his thoughts. you try to read his expression, but he can't even meet your eyes right now. "look, i know i haven't had the best track record with dating. i don't even think i know how to date."

"what are you saying?" you ask softly. there's a part of your heart that feels like it's peeling itself back, in a good way.

"i'm saying i want to try." and when you still look confused, he continues. "dating you. if you'd let me."

against all odds, past all the swirling, terrible emotions in your chest, there's a bright surge of relief, of joy. the last time you saw him look so vulnerable was when he reached into his oven to pull out a tray of cookies and burned his hand because he forgot a glove. maybe this whole thing would crash and burn, but you like him enough (honestly more than enough) to try with him.

so you smile, and you watch him frown and pout and look unbearably terrified, and you smile harder.

"ok," you say, playfully feigning indifference. "you can try."

instead of replying, he kisses you again, and it's even better than the first one.

when you finally head out that morning, there's a lightness in your chest.

in the doorway, seungcheol pecks the top of your head before showing you his phone. "which emoji do you want?" he asks, completely seriously. "i want the blue heart."

you pull out your phone to find his contact, which still shows his plain number, just like old times.

"i'm unsaved?!" his jaw drops open like he's animated, and you laugh.

"gotta go," you tease. "see you later."

it's only in the uber home (that he called for you, of course), where you finally put in his real, government name, for the first time. finally, it feels a little more right.

choi seungcheol, it reads. with the blue heart.

helloo

i was just wondering abt how we don’t see many angry dom seungkwan fics hehe. mean seungkwan with lots of degradation who’s super possessive

he wants to mark u on the outside and the also the inside with his seed omg and make sure everyone sees

hiii!! omg YES!! he would be so sassy, and surely a motherfucker bc ughh he would fuck soo harrrd!!

Mean, Jealous Seungkwannie!

warnings: smut, slut-shamming, degradation, creampie, possessive sex, dom seungkwan, nude sending.

Seungkwan's jealousy simmered beneath the surface as he watched you engage in lively conversations with Mingyu and Dokyeom during practice. the way you laughed and smiled with them fueled his insecurities, igniting a fire of possessiveness within him.

now, you find yourself at his mercy, pinned beneath him as he fucks you relentlessly. his cock pounds into you with unyielding force, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. his hand wraps around your throat, squeezing with a controlled strength, while his other hand delivers punishing slaps to your clit.

tears stream down your cheeks as you whimper and nod in response to his hard degradation. Seungkwan's words cut deep, his tone dripping with a mix of anger and desire as he reminds you of your place.

"you like talking to them, huh?" he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "you like laughing with them, making them feel special? well, guess what? you're mine. mine to fuck, mine to use however i want."

Seungkwan's hand comes down hard on your clit, the sharp slap echoing in the room as he demands an answer from you. your body jerks in response, the intense sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain coursing through you.

"answer me, slut," he growls, his grip tightening around your throat as he waits for your response.

you whimper, struggling to form coherent words as the stinging sensation in your clit overwhelms your senses. each slap sends a jolt of electricity through your body, leaving you gasping for breath and desperate for more.

"i-i'm yours," you manage to choke out, your voice barely above a whisper as you submit to his control. "yours to use, yours to fuck...whatever you want"

his lips curl into a satisfied smirk as he hears your confession, knowing that he has you completely at his mercy. with a low chuckle, he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "that's right, you're mine. and don't you forget it, slut."

Seungkwan's grip tightens around your throat, cutting off your air supply as he continues to degrade you with his words. the intensity of his dominance sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, your pussy spasming around him as you struggle to form coherent thoughts.

"you like that, don't you, you filthy little slut?" he taunts, his voice dripping with contempt and desire. "you like being treated like my personal fuck toy, don't you?"

you whimper in response, your body trembling with anticipation as you surrender to his control. each word he speaks sends a thrill of excitement through you, igniting a fire of arousal that burns hotter with each passing second.

"mhm," you manage to gasp out, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggle to catch your breath. "yes, Seungkwan...i love it...love being yours..."

his lips curl into a wicked grin as he hears your confession, his grip on your throat loosening just enough to allow you to breathe. but before you can fully recover, he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he continues to whisper his sweet words.

"that's right, you're mine," he growls, his voice low and husky with desire. "mine to use, mine to fuck...and right now, you're going to cum for me, aren't you?"

you nod frantically, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. "yes, Seungkwan," you moan, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat. "i'm gonna cum...gonna cum so hard for you..."

and with one final thrust, one final squeeze of his hand around your throat, you let go, your thighs getting ruined with your arousal, as you squirm, holding his hand, that masturbates your clit hard.

Seungkwan's cock continues to slam into you relentlessly, driving you to the brink of oversensitivity as you convulse beneath him. you whimper in protest, unable to form coherent words as the intensity of his thrusts overwhelms you.

"i can't!" you manage to gasp out, your voice trembling with desperation.

but Seungkwan only chuckles darkly, his grip on your face firm as he forces you to meet his gaze. "ah-ah," he murmurs, his voice a low growl of dominance. "now you're going to wait patiently for me to fill this pussy. you're mine, understand?"

you nod frantically, your body trembling with anticipation as you submit to his command. "yes, seungkwan," you moan, your voice barely above a whisper as you surrender yourself completely to him.

and then, finally, you feel it—the hot lines of his cum filling you up, coating your insides with his essence. you whimper in ecstasy as he holds your face, forcing you to look at the mess he's made of you, your pussy dripping with his cum and the sheets stained with your combined cum.

the squelching sounds of your bodies mingling fill the air, and Seungkwan's loud moans only serve to heighten, as you squirm beneath him, completely lost in the pleasure of being owned by him.

seungkwan pauses to catch his breath, his cock still buried deep inside you as he reaches for his cellphone. with a mischievous grin, he opens the camera app, positioning his cock next to your thigh as his cum drips from your pussy in fat globs.

click.

he snaps a picture of your well-used cunt, his cock standing proudly beside it, the evidence of your passionate encounter captured for posterity. then, with a satisfied smirk, he turns to you, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"you know, Mingyu and Dokyeom are going to love this," he says, his voice dripping with anticipation.

your eyes widen in shock and arousal as you realize what he's planning. "Seungkwan, you wouldn't—" you begin, but he cuts you off with a wicked chuckle.

"oh, but i would," he replies, his grin widening as he sends the picture to his friends. "they've been dying to see what a naughty little slut you are for me."

you blush furiously at his words, the thought of Mingyu and dk seeing you in such a vulnerable position sending a thrill of excitement coursing through you. "you're insatiable," you murmur, unable to suppress a moan as Seungkwan leans in to kiss you hungrily.

"and you love it," he whispers against your lips, his hands wandering greedily over your body as he prepares to take you his cock again. "now, let's see how long we can keep them waiting."

in secret | csc

pairing: idol!choi seungcheol x model!reader

themes: secret relationship, situationship

warnings: minors dni! smut, fingering, mentions of reader having breasts and a vagina

ring. ring. ring.

you didn’t bother checking who was calling as there was only one person to call you during your schedule.

“you know you can’t keep calling me while i’m at work cheol.”

you hear a chuckle on the other end of the line as you pick up another booty call from seungcheol. you had met him through an event where you accidentally bumped into him as you were leaving your dressing room and the rest was history.

“yet you still always answer baby.”

“only because god knows how pouty you get when i don’t.” you laugh as you wave your collegues goodbye, your fittings and schedule over for the day.

you had walked over to your car still on the phone with cheol as you unlocked your car and got in to continue your call in private.

“what is it you want tonight? i’m pretty tired for sex today.”

ah, yes. you were in a friends-with-benefits type of relationship with cheol after that one incident where you both were at a after party in which both of you had alcohol in your system but still sober enough to decide to have sex in his car before he drove you home to your apartment.

“i’m not calling you for sex—well tonight i’m not.” he laughs as you hear the faint sounds of the radio in the background. “i was passing by your favorite restaurant and bought too much food for one person to eat alone so i was gonna ask you if i could come over and share a meal with you tonight.”

“woah, who are you and what have you done to the cheol i met first?” you teased him as you pulled out of the parking and into the street to head home to your apartment a couple of blocks away.

“i can be a gentleman too if i wanted to you know? rude that you think otherwise.” you could see him pouting my the way his voice sounded over the phone.

“i’m kidding baby i know you are but yes you can come over. the doors are unlocked and i’m a few minutes away.” you answer.

“how many times do i have to tell you to not leave your doors unlocked? you’ll be the death of me woman seriously.”

“and how many times do i need to tell you my apartments security is really good. anyways, i got to pass by a shop to buy some stuff for my apartment. i’ll see you later.”

“m’kay, drive safe. see you later.”

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“—and then they forced them to hug it out with hannie after they had won the prize and could go home early! it was the funniest thing i saw today.” cheol laughed from the other side of the table as the both of you ate dinner together.

“i would’ve loved to see that in person.” you laughed as you imagined it happening infront of you.

you were familiar with his group, seventeen. he had ‘forced’ you to watch gose episodes and some of their (more specifically his) fancams from previous concerts during some of your more casual meet ups. you had enjoyed it so much you actually had a slight infatuation with wonwoo much to cheol’s dismay that he wasn’t your bias.

“you’d love the boys. they are the same on and off camera, i’m super proud of them really.” he gushed as he sipped on the beer you had bought before coming home.

“i’m sure they feel the same way about you,” you reassured him as he smiled at you.

cheol was a great leader, he was kind but firm especially when it came to his brothers. he would rather pay fines and reassure his fans than keep them overthinking about things. he was a pure soul—maybe that’s why over time you had slowly fallen for him.

“thanks baby.” he mouthed to you as you both enjoyed the rest of your dinner in comfortable silence.

you watched as he finished his food the same time you had before grabbing the plastic containers and throwing them in the trash tidying up your dining room before plopping down on the couch beside you. you had been planning on setting boundaries with him as you knew your feelings would get hurt if he finds a girl he actually wants to pursue and not just fuck.

you had past flings and relationships before you had met cheol. it was never easy for you to fall in love with the way you’ve fallen for cheol—not even with your exes. you had been the secret girlfriend or lover before so why was it so hard to be that with cheol? oh right. you weren’t even his girlfriend. you’re just a one-call away fuck when he needed you to be. but you’d also be the first person he’d run to when the world around him became too much for him to handle.

“cheol?” you called out softly as you approached the couch.

“hmm?” he hummed as he looked up from the tv to look at you.

you watched his brown eyes lock on your own as the nerves in your stomach knotted. you couldn’t do it but you knew you needed to before you hurt yourself by loving a man that wasn’t even yours to love.

could you stomach not being able to hold him the way only you could when it was just the two of you? to live with the thought that he’ll settle down with another woman and that he couldn’t do it with you? to know that you were good enough to fuck but not commit to fully?

“how long will we continue like this?” you ask as you take the spot on the couch beside him.

“what do you mean sweetheart?” he asked as his brows furrowed in confusion.

“this cheol. you and me. is this all we’re going to be? a quick fuck and leave?” you could see the way the gears in his mind were then turning.

he didn’t know what to answer.

“i thought we were fine with this kind of set up? you didn’t want any commitments and i didn’t too especially in the industry we are in.”

“i was at first. things happen seungcheol—things even sometimes i can’t stop.” you argue as you watch him fidget with his hands.

“i—i can’t do it (y/n). there’s so much on the line for me—for you! i have an album release coming up. you have your runway and cover launch. if anyone finds out, the backlash would be too much for both of us to quiet down quick enough that it won’t ruin everything we’ve built.” he reasoned as he stood up from the couch.

“am i really just a good fuck to you?” the question hung in the air as you watch him try to answer you but decided not to and grabbed his keys making a beeline for the door.

“so much for being a gentleman. goodbye asshole!” you shout at him as he leaves your apartment in silence.

you broke down in tears burrying your face into your throwpillow mourning a relationship that was never there to begin with. you had shared you body with him—intimate moments of just you and him as he worshipped your body. you had not only fucked but there was that one time in which he made love to you after he had been away on tour for a month. he touched your body as if he was memorizing every mole, scar and dip of your body, kissing every patch of skin he could as he slowly thrusted in and out of you as if trying to engrave you in his brain yet he couldn’t commit to you even if he did all that.

you knew since the beggining that you were playing a dangerous game when you had met and started messing with each other in secret, so you couldn’t blame him fully for hurting and leaving you when you wanted things to get serious.

you cried for him that night, vowing never to let anyone mess with your heart the way he did with yours. you allowed yourself to mourn him and what could’ve been before drifting off to sleep.

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a month had passed since that night, everything was getting better. you had walked for one of your dream brands in their show in paris before being flown back to korea for a cover shoot. you had managed to avoid thinking about him successfully burying yourself in your work.

you had glanced at the calendar hung on the wall in your little office where the date tomorrow was encirled with red ink with his handwriting messily scribbled beneath the date.

new album release in which you’d drool over wonwoo instead of me :(

you had avoided opening twitter to stop yourself from looking at updates from seventeen hoping for a glance of him even going as far as to download weverse to catch a live of him. yet your finger hovered over his contact on your phone wanting to call and check in on him as he was always nervous whenever he had events coming up.

“no stop that. you’re not going to make yourself available for someone who thinks your just a good fuck.” you mutter to yourself as you close your phone.

your room still had traces of him you haven’t got the guts to get rid of yet. his perfume still sits on your vanity as he sometimes stays the night and always forgets to bring his perfume with him to use which resulted in him leaving his bottle of perfume in your room. his jersey from that one gose episode hangs from the chair in the corner of the room from that time you asked him to bring you home wonwoo’s but refused to do so saying it would be weird to see you wearing wonwoo’s jersey when you were fucking him. his toothbrush is still by the sink in your ensuite and his spare clothes are still on your top drawer waiting for him to come and use them—but he won’t because he’s doing better than you are and moving on from your little situationship.

his side of the bed still smells like him despite you spraying your perfume on it. he just manages to haunt you in the solitude of your own home. you’re thinking gets interrupted by a call from an unknown number on your phone.

“hello?” you greet unsure.

breathing is the only thing heard on the other line so in your better judgement you turn the call off thinking somebody just dialled the wrong number by accident.

you shrugged it off before tossing your phone to your bed and rearranging your vanity to keep your mind busy.

ping!

a notification interrupts your rearranging seeing your phone light up as a message comes through.

open the door.

“open the door?” you read out loud as you see the text. confused as the number isn’t saved you decided to check your front door as a safety measure.

you peep through the hole in your front door to see no one there but you decided to open and check. you glanced at the hall seeing no one there but to your surprise there was a paper bag on the floor. you picked it up and placed it on your kitchen counter before locking the door behind you.

you opened the bag to find an unsealed album with wonwoo’s signature on it. confused you rummage through the bag to pull out wonwoo’s jersey from that one gose episode.

“what the hell?” you asked confused as you pulled your phone out to check the number that had texted you. it wasn’t a number saved in your phone but you had an inkling to whom it was from.

you decided to call the number to confirm your suspicions. you had waited a while before the call got answered. and boy were you ready to give them a piece of your mind.

“hello?” he answers as you pace back and forth in your kitchen holding the album in your hand.

“yes, hello to you too. what the fuck is this? why would you send me an album signed by wonwoo and his jersey from that one gose episode? are you that fucked up seungcheol?” you fumed as you waited for him to say something.

“well?” you pushed as he wasn’t answering you.

“hi, uhm, it’s not seungcheol. i’m gonna introduce myself first, my name is joshua hong. i’m seungcheol’s group member and he borrowed my phone to text you. he isn’t here right now but i’ll make sure to relay the message you had for him. also, don’t worry about me spilling your secret i’m not gonna tell anyone about the two of you. you have my word for it.” you could feel the heat build up on your cheeks in embarrassment.

“i’m sorry! i thought you were seungcheol. i probably should’ve let you talk first before i went off on you.” you apologize as you hear joshua chuckle.

“don’t worry about it, i get where you’re coming from. don’t tell cheol but you were right setting boundaries to your situation with him.”

it was nice to know joshua was on the same page with you regarding the matter.

“yeah but it may have cost me his presence in my life. well, until he had contacted me again today.” you admitted as he sighed.

“i told him he should’ve used his own number to contact you but he wouldn’t listen to me. that man honestly, he can be so dumb with things like this but is so smart in other things.”

“i was debating calling him just hours ago. i know how tense he gets with your album releases but i—“

“you wanted him to reach out to you because you already told him what you wanted out of your situation. yeah, i know. he told me about you guys a week ago.”

“he did?” you asked surprised.

you really didn’t think he’d talk about you and your situation with anyone else. truthfully, you didn’t know how you felt about it. seungcheol had all the time during your no-contact period to reach out but he never did so you thought he was fully over your relationship. hearing from joshua that he was talking about it with someone else somehow gave you a thought that he might actually be thinking about you still.

“he hasn’t been able to talk to anybody else about it because of the circumstances but i could tell something was troubling him so i just waited for him to open up to me without being forced to and he did eventually. i know he misses you—he hasn’t shut up about it to me,” he sighs as you pick at your nails. “he means well, y’know? he just has a lot on his shoulders being our leader and the shield that protects everyone around him but i know deep down your good for him and i know he knows it too. just hear him out please?”

“i will, thank you joshua. congratulations on your new album by the way. i’m sure you’ll be hitting the charts and winning awards for it soon enough.” you thank him as he says his thanks and ends the call leaving you to your thoughts.

your phone sits on the counter as you gathered up the courage to text him and soon enough you pressed send.

where are you? we need to talk.

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seungcheol had arrived at your door an hour later, knocking lightly on your door you might’ve thought you hadn’t heard him if you didn’t know he was coming over. you opened the door for him not bothering to look at the peephole as he shuffled quietly past you and into your living room. he glanced around the apartment seeing it was still the same way as the day he left you so suddenly. he normally felt at home but this time he felt so tiny and out of place despite all the times he used to come over. he glanced over the familiar paper bag on your kitchen counter with the album and jersey he dropped off.

he could feel your gaze at him but he avoided making eye contact with you which he used to love doing. your eyes were his favorite thing to look at—no matter what you were doing your eyes always showed how you felt despite you not saying it verbally. he would tell you how much he loved your eyes even if he was in the middle of fucking you. he’d often tell you to keep your eyes on him despite you being so fucked out yet you’d do as he asked because you loved how he looked at you. deep down he thinks he knew that the moment he started to look for you in the people he’d interact with everyday was the moment he started seeing you more than just another person he’d call to fuck—he loved you long before he had the guts to let you know and seeing you for the first time after no contact truly did things to him.

“hey.” he spoke softly as he finally looked at you for the first time in a month.

god, you looked so beautiful even if your face held no emotions as you looked at him.

“i did all the talking last time so i think it’s fair i give you this moment to air out your thoughts before i make a decision.” you answered stiffly.

he nodded in understanding as he tried to gather his thoughts together before he opened up his mouth to speak.

“truth be told, i got overwhelmed when you were insinuating that you wanted to be more than just what our set up was but that isn’t a good enough explanation for what i was feeling at that moment.”

it was true, with everything on his plate at that moment it just got suffocating for him so he left without saying anything. it was one of the most stupid thing he had ever done in his life because he wanted nothing more to say something—anything to you.

“i had so much time to think about us over the month of no contact. i learned things about me that i wish i knew the moment you confronted me about what we were and how things were going to play out for us in the long run. i want you, (y/n). i wish i told you that night that i left. i don’t want you just physically because you are so much more to me than just a body to fuck. don’t get me wrong the sex is amazing with you and i feel like i’m on another world when i get to touch you, hold you, and just be with you.” he explains as he inched closer to you.

“but i’m scared to love you. i don’t want to ruin what we have because i’ve seen other couples in our industry get destroyed just because they love each other. i know i can handle the backlash i’d received but i’d hate to be the reason you’d be getting them too—fuck, i love you. god knows when it happened but i do and i can’t stop no matter what i do to try and supress my feelings. you weren’t and aren’t just a good fuck to me—your my entire world and i’m lucky enough to be able to orbit around you like how the moon does.” he could touch your face with how close he was to you by now. the tears falling down your cheeks and he wanted nothing more than to wipe away but he didn’t still unsure about if he could touch you that way again.

“you were the first person i felt both wildly unsure and unwaveringly certain of and i kept falling for you and the little things you’d do. i missed looking into your eyes, kissing your lips when you rambled too much, playing with your hair when we cuddle after sex, the little noises you make when you lose at games, and the way i’d wake up with you in my arms when you let me stay over. i missed you so much baby. i’m so sorry i didn’t contact you sooner.” cheol could feel his voice break as you cupped his cheeks. he leaned into your touch as he caught your scent—your vanilla scented shampoo and a hint of his own perfume mixed together. he loved it.

“you’re an asshole y’know?” she spoke through her tears as she allowed him to run his fingers through her locks. “i missed you.” she peered up at him as he smiled at her.

seungcheol had gazed into her eyes—he stared at her like she was the stars in the sky and he was basking in their glow. he missed her truly and he was going to show her how much he had missed her.

his eyes glanced down on her lips before he had closed the space between them with a kiss. the kiss was full of emotions; longing, happiness, and desire. it had been the longest since he went without being able to touch her body, the longest time being a month when he was away on tour.

he doesn't know when his obsession with you started, but one look at your bambi like eyes and he was hooked. jailed and chained to nights filled with your doe eyes brimming tears and cries of pleasure. oh the sweet sounds you’d make because of him.

"you like that? hmm?" a moan escapes your lips as he palmed your soaked sleep shorts.

“yes.” you answer breathlessly as you feel him lift you up and lock your legs around his hips. gravity causing you to settle down with your cunt pressed against his hard dick.

“oh fuck.” he groaned as he felt your wet cunt slide down his dick. “i missed having you like this baby.”

he had managed to get you both into your room as quickly as he could without bumping into your stuff with his lips on yours before setting you down in your bed. he littered your thighs with kisses as he pulled your shorts down revealing you slick cunt.

“no panties tonight, hm?” he smirked as you blushed.

“you make me go insane baby.” he removed his shirt along with his bottoms bearing all himself for you to see—not that you haven’t seen it before.

cheol dipped a finger into your core, working around the sopping wet muscle to fit in a second. he never broke eye contact with you, even as you groaned at the sudden contact as his finger grazed your bundle of nerves .

"it's okay, baby. come look at me, please? look right at me. that’s it, that’s my good girl."

as his fingers began to speed up, the tension in your thighs loosened, giving him more access to the rest of you. your walls took them in with ease as you welcome the familiar sensation of his fingers being stuffed in you, the wet sucking noises beginning to fill the room along with your moans. his breath is steady as ever, as if he's breathing you through this in an effort to slow you down from getting there before he even gets to truly have his way with you the way that he intends. he hadn’t fucked you in so long—he was going to take his sweet time.

your eyes locked into his—his favourite sight ever seeing you like that, breath hitching in the back of your throat catching the soft cries of his name that you tried to utter. pulling back, cheol removed his fingers from you with a slick pop, sticking the digits into his mouth, cleaning them of your cum.

"always so sweet," he remarked, dragging his thumb across his lip, and bringing it to yours. instinctively, you began to suck on it, slowly letting the taste of your own arousal coats your tongue. you could feel his hard-on pressing into your thigh, the heat between your legs drawing him in ever closer. it was intoxicating. in all your relationship's timespan, you were never sure of the exact moment that you had started to like him at a different light, but you knew that it lay somewhere in the hours he spent buried in between your thighs as he ate you out like he had been starving for years.

"i wanna feel you," your voice was just above a whisper. interlacing your fingers, his hand much bigger than your own, his entire body appeared massive in the small slivers of light that were in the room. your hand wrapped around the base of his swollen erection, a string of curses escaping his lips as you ran your hands up and down the length, icy fingertips teasing at his prominent veins. shifting his weight and allowed your hands to guide him, lining up perfectly with your glistening slit as his head teased at the entrance a few times, positioning itself just mere centimeters from your cunt.

"i love you so much cheol—fuck." you moaned out as your fingers dug into his back.

with eyes locked onto each other, your mouth fell open as he bottomed out. it took you no time to adjust, but the shockwaves ripped through your body just the same as they always did when you were this sensitive for him. he knew that you didn't have long from the way your walls clenched around his dick. it took a few seconds of adjustment, but he nestled himself inside, lowering his head to whisper into your ear.

"i'm gonna move now, 'kay baby?"

you nodded, arms pulling him down to your chest more as his dick dragged itself against your walls. after a few soft, shallow thrusts, your nails bit into his shoulder—the signal that he could go faster. his hips began to rock more evenly, building an even pace as the sounds of your walls began to fill the room. each kiss of his tip against your soft spot gave way to a familiar, lewd squishing noise coming from your delicate hole. your whines only urged him to go a step further, nails raking down his back so hard you were sure you had begun to draw blood. his body was marred with scars, but you knew that every scar on his back had been left there by you, an ever present reminder of the sleepless nights together you two shared.

"cheol—please, please harder," you croaked. he was right where you needed him, but not giving in. he was such an tease.

"are you sure you want more?" his demeanor shifted as lust consumed him.

"i'm not gonna hold back, you know," he started.

"i missed fucking this cunt—fuck—not gonna slow down until you're shaking."

he started ramming into you even harder, each thrust jolting your body backward and further up the surface of the mattress. he was slipping, eyes beginning to lose their light even as they were still locked onto yours. you could feel his grip around your waist getting stronger, digging into you. the veins in his arms started to bulge, he was losing himself in the euphoric washes of your body. you were shaking already, clamping down on his thick cock erratically.

"not going to stop until you're so cock-drunk on me."

every dizzying motion of his hips had your blood rushing to every part of your body. the wall in your abdomen began to shatter as you could feel your own mind slip.

"cheol—it's—i'm—baby—i'm gonna—" you could barely manage getting the words out. he placed a thumb in your mouth again, giving you some semblance of comfort all the while egging you on.

curse him and his high endurance.

"go on, cum for me. cum for your cheol baby."

you yielded to him completely, body simply going limp, giving in to euphoria as your climax overwhelmed your frame. you couldn't stop yourself from letting go completely, gushing your own translucent slick over his own lower half, tilting him over the edge.

"fuck," he moaned out as he reached his own high. "here it comes—here it fucking comes..."

he kissed you through it, groaning into your mouth with his cock throbbing inside you and  painting your insides with thick, milky white.

"Gotta—fuck—stuff my pretty baby so full."

and that he did.

as his own comedown presented itself, he collapsed onto you. you watched his chest rise and fall for a few seconds, assuring yourself that he was still all the way there. his head lifted, eyes meeting your watchful gaze. they were bright, admirable, and warm.

"i love you," cheol murmured into your hairline, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. he had pulled you to his chest to cuddle after chasing your highs. you squirmed a bit, repositioning yourself so that you could run your fingertips up and down his chest, tracing every curvature of his skin.

"i love you too," you cooed.

prying him off you for a second, you were about to stumble in the darkness toward the bathroom only to be pulled back into his chest with his own brute strength.

"i have to pee, cheol," you laughed as he caged you in his arms.

“let me join you and get you cleaned up.”

“you and i both know that won’t happen when your in there with me.” you chuckle as you melt into his arms.

“well then…round 2?” he smiled.

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you had woken up in a state of pure bliss with your body flush against cheol’s as his arm draped over your hip keeping you close to him.

it wasn’t a dream. he was here. your cheol was here.

you traced over his features as he slept soundly. you couldn’t help yourself—he looked beautiful under the light of the morning light. you could get used to this. he stirs in his sleep as you run your fingers through his blonde locks.

“g’morning baby.” he greets voice deep and raspy from sleep.

“hi handsome.” you smile as he pulls you closer to him and pecks you on your forehead.

“i could get used to this.”

“happy album release day baby.” you greet softly as you peppered his jaw with kisses.

“thank you, did you like my gift for you?” he asked as you pull away and slap his chest.

“you’re so horny. can’t we not associate everything with sex?” you tease as he raised a brow at you.

“baby i was talking about the jersey and the album i had wonwoo sign for you.” he deadpanned as you beam in excitement.

“oh my god! i forgot about that—wait right here.” you run out of the room as cheol laughs at you.

he felt so happy seeing you so happy but he wasn’t that happy seeing you walk back into your room with just wonwoo’s jersey on.

“i think this is my new favourite top. whatcha think baby?” you smile as you twirl around to show cheol wonwoo’s name on the back of the jersey instead of his.

“mm looks good.” he answers curtly brows knitting together in annoyance.

“i know right! wonwoo’s built is so much bugger than mine that this looks like a dress on me.” you played with the hem of the jersey as you hear cheol scoff in annoyance.

“take it off baby.” he grumbles as you shake your head no.

“nu-uh, it’s really comfy.”

“baby you have my exact same jersey. just wear mine.” he points towards his jersey as you shrug.

“but wonwoo’s my bias—”

“—and yet you weren’t cumming all over his dick last night were you? come on baby just wear mine.” he butts in as you raise a brow at him.

“are you jealous mr. choi?” you tease your arms on your hips.

“me? jealous of your crush on wonwoo? no way.” he answers defensively.

“you won’t mind me wearing this around then.” you sit at the edge of the bed turning you back on cheol as you scroll through your phone.

you felt him creep up behind you as the mattress dips from his weight. his hand snakes around your throat as your pulled back into his chest a smirk playing on your lips from how he’s acting.

“you’re mine baby. so i’ll give you two options: change and wear my jersey or…” he tightens his grip on your neck as he whispers in your ear. “i fuck you so hard you won’t know anyone else’s name but mine.”

“i think i’ll keep the jersey on,” you bit your lip excitedly as you hear him chuckle from behind you.

“always such a brat. well, buckle up baby. you’re in for such an eventful day.”

let’s just say you were so cock drunk from cheol’s dick that you couldn’t walk straight for a couple hours needing his assistance throughout the day.