Ravenous (m)

— ravenous (m)

pairing ✧ minghao (the8) x fem!reader

genre ✧ vampire au, roommates au, a hint of fluff and smut (mdni).

summary ✧ amidst the pandemic that forced both you and minghao to be on lockdown in your shared apartment, you let minghao broke the number one rule you once said at him — do not bite.

word count ✧ 6.2k (90% of this is filth coughs)

content/warnings ✧ vampire!minghao x human!reader, mentions of blood and blood drinking, lots and lots of pet names, reader is implied to have degradation kink (and turned on at the idea of minghao tasting her blood lmao), dom!minghao, sub!reader, uses of profanity: swearing and cursing, slight thigh riding and grinding (kind of? but not like in details), kissing, slight dirty talk, biting, praising kink, it is mentioned that minghao dislikes the god once, mentions of mind manipulation, fingering (f receiving), and marking.

notes ✧ purely self indulgent because minghao occupies my mind 24/7 nowadays. my first ever svt work on this sideblog and it’s vampire hao. just, wow.

“minghao,” knocking the door to his room for countless times proved that your efforts were rather futile, “hey, are you even breathing in there? it has been a whole day passed by since i last saw you this morning,” your eyes darted towards the digital clock on the countertop, it was way past midnight, and of course you were aware that he didn’t sleep yet, especially when his kind didn’t need any rest at all.

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horn-y • c.s.c.

"Did you know that horns make great handlebars, darling?"

Pairing: choi seungcheol x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), devil!au, angst, mild fluff

Warnings: pwp, swearing, blood/cuts, hints of depression & potential suicidal thoughts, reader has abandonment issues, brief mention of food, loneliness, lots of mentions of fire and heat, criticism of heaven/morals, mentions of faith/religion, death, gore, body horror, cheol is literally a devil okay features and all plus he's hot AND HE HAS A BIG DICK, multiple reader orgasms, ab AND dick riding, he likes to lick, crying, dumbification, bulge kink, slapping, possessiveness, MESSY SEX, WAP haha, he cums inside but impregnation is impossible mwah 😈

WC: 4.3k

A/N: PLEASE TAKE CAUTION READING THIS!! This was supposed to be a crack fic but it got away from me. I'd just like to point out that this is rather a messy piece overall and falls under some darker themes and prolly just a reflection of how funky I've been feeling but everyone should get their happy ending based on your interpretation I suppose, please let me know if I need to add more warnings above 💖 this is for the svthub's spookteen collab, please go check out the awesome writers that are participating and give them some love!! Btw the summary and inspo overall were inspired by this fic hahaha 😈

You had definitely expected your life to change after that night.

At the precise stroke of three am — the witching hour. When you'd let drops of your blood fill the tiny sigil carved into the creaky wooden floors of an apartment you did not own but simply rented. Slightly dizzy from the sudden lack of blood, you were almost sure you were imagining things. Not fully believing that the dismal temptation you'd succumbed to would actually work.

There was no way that the silhouette hidden within the scarlet glow emanating up from the floors was real. The smoky scent filling your nostrils, almost making it hard to properly breathe as you wearily slumped down had to be a figment of your imagination. You were certain it was all just a horrific dream despite how real the pain in your wrists felt. The fiery heat cauterizing your wounds should have left a scar as the shadowy figure knelt by your side, almost as if in concern for your sorry state.

A nightmare. 

That's what you thought it was. Especially when you'd woken up in your bed, not a scratch on your body and your room much neater than you remember leaving it. Scrambling to peek under the carpet only to find that the sigil you painstakingly remember carving in desperation with a pocket knife was gone.

Until you smell the unfamiliar smell of food in the air, sizzling noises coming from your kitchen you had abandoned all use of ages ago. Steeling yourself, you tiptoe and peek in the doorway, only to freeze at the sight of an unknown but handsome man effortlessly flipping an omelet at the stove. 

You knew who he was… or what he was. After all, "isn't that why you had summoned him?", he questioned.

It was.

"And why did you do it?"

Because you were lonely. Terribly so.

You just hadn't expected the king of hell to be the one to fill that void.

"What a curious little creature. But I already knew that. Your despair cried out so loudly, it was only suitable for me to be the one to answer such a call. Don't worry, gorgeous, I will give you all that you desire. And even more than you can imagine."

And he did. Terrifically so.

Yes, you had expected your life to change. Maybe for the worse. But somehow… it got better.

Seungcheol was kind. Kinder than any other humans had been to you. Unconventional as it might seem, the contract formed between the two of you… practically wound up like something akin to a marriage.

"Devils don't have those amusing, fancy little ceremonies like humans do… it's not like I can waltz into a church with you on my arm, as tempting as that sounds."

Instead, it involved a parchment scrawled with fancy calligraphy, a promise to give yourself to him, and a stamp of your blood fusing with the molten lava that ran through his veins. Just as he did on the night he arrived, Seungcheol's flames healed the laceration's ichor droplets dotting your arm. As much as he enjoyed the color red on you, he declared with a hiss as the scorched scar faded away that no harm should blemish your skin ever again. Not with him around.

The unflattering shriek you let out when he snapped his fingers and the contract went up in flames was quickly soothed by his strong arm wrapped around you, murmuring comfort against the crown of your head. The scent that surrounded Seungcheol was what you envisioned a campfire roasting marshmallows would smell like. 

Not that you would know from experience. 

But it's confirmed on the night your devil toasts fluffy marshmallows in the same manner he sent that contract (safely) straight to hell. As he pops them into your mouth with cheerful glee, you wonder how in the world a creature from hell could be sweeter than the gooey confectionary melting on your tongue.

"Tell me, darling. Do you think meager little humans can even fathom what heaven or hell is? Have any of them visited these places and returned?"

You doubted it.

"That's right, I knew you'd understand because you're different. Deliciously so. Humans will make up anything to assuage their fears of the unknown. Damning what they fear and glorifying any deeds as holy for their own gain."

You believed that. Holding your breath as Seungcheol leans in, heat radiating off his entire body yet his breath somehow felt the hottest on your neck.

"Pretty one… do you know why there are now thirteen levels in hell?"

Because the world's gone to shit.

"Close enough," he chuckles, always pleased with your inquisitive mind. "It's true the mortal realm is no longer the neutral limbo it once was. Abandoned and thrown away by heaven, several brothers of mine were born to manage the weight of sin that keeps growing."

You wondered when he would have to return. The true king and grand devil of all. You had learned that he oversaw his fellow brethren governing over the levels of hell, absorbing a portion of their powers for himself and thus, a tiny bit of control over each domain. This creature you'd summoned was powerful. And he was as ancient as time itself. 

Time.

A force that not even the most powerful entity in existence has control over.

Seungcheol strokes your cheek and you lean into his touch. No longer afraid of the sharp nails that protrude past his fingertips. Even in the state of his demonic form, the trust garnered between the two of you eliminated any harm that could befall upon your fragile body. 

Or maybe it was the contract.

In the corner of your mind, a smidgeon of insecurity lingered. He would leave you one day, just like the rest. Moments when his heat became a little too harsh to bear, leathery wings callous beneath your fingernails, pointed tail becoming a figurative noose around your neck, talons much too threatening.

But that all faded away when his forked tongue worked itself inside and explored every nook of your delicious cunt. Entrusting your entire body to the devil would be frowned upon. It should be considered dangerous. Heresy. But you'd never felt such pleasure before. You were simply as addicted to it as he was to you.

And Seungcheol reveled in all of it. Praises falling from his lips every single time.

Almost as if he settled onto worshiping you. With your naked bodies entangling on one another in a sensual and slow dance, sometimes you feel like you've ascended. Or descended. It didn't matter which one — all you could feel was him. Everything about Seungcheol's build was hard. Yet, his first caress was always gentle. Soft. Warm. 

Dare you say loving? 

All to make up for the immense feelings of pleasure that followed from that single, simple touch. Transforming into a scalding passion you didn't want to escape from. The sharp sting of his claws digging into the flesh of your hips, a swift slap to your upper body to savor how your tits bounced. Guttural growls vibrated deep inside his chest, shooting down and causing your hole to flutter as his teeth grazed your neck and whispered in your ear to sit your pretty pussy on his face.

"Ride me."

You raise your eyebrows questioningly at his repeating command despite how your eyelids droop from the intensity of the orgasm you were just recovering from. 

Because you hadn't stopped.

"Just like I taught you, gorgeous."

Riding the hard planes of his body is far different than the motorcycle lessons he attempted to give you. He quickly found out you would rather cling to his strong, solid figure as he zoomed down the highway than drive it yourself. But straddling his flashy and large two-wheeled vehicle was quite similar to the way you're positioned in bed right now.

It's absolutely sinful how the cream-colored bed sheets make Seungcheol's messy black strands of hair look even darker. His horns are out and curve upwards, nearly grazing the headboard. They most certainly would have pierced through the wood if not for the muscular arm supporting the back of his head so scarlet pupils can remain trained on your actions.

The forked tongue that had just been inside you now snakes out to lick up the wetness coating his chin. The corners of his mouth quirk up in a devious smirk, pleased at the sight of your arousal pooling in the crevices of his abs as you drag your hips along the hard ridges. Letting out cute little hisses at each bump that rubs just right between your sensitive folds.

"You are the sweetest thing I've ever tasted. The gods talk a big game about their holy ambrosia but that's because they could never imagine something as delectable as this divine creation crafted by their own hands. And they'll never get to."

Your hips can't help but jerk faster when he relaxes and then flexes his abs again then sneaks his hand down to play with your clit.

"You're mine. All mine. Isn't that right, my darling? This heavenly pussy that can bring anyone to their knees belongs to me. Only me."

Seungcheol doesn't need to demand any verbal responses when he can clearly hear how your mind rushes all thoughts of him to him, tongue too heavy as you pant in desperation. You can feel the slap of his long, hard cock against your ass every time you move. It's hot and heavy, decorating your back with steaming smears of pre-cum.

You want it. Crave it.

His eyes glow with carnality and he shivers with a sort of giddiness at the irresistible pull of your wanton desire that calls and beckons him. This ultimate peak of hedonistic pleasure is how you're able to finally squeeze your pussy lips around him and fully seat his huge length within your tiny womb. Times when you felt like you were truly invincible. 

And you were. Seungcheol made sure of that. Nothing would ever hurt you, he would shield you from all of it. You just had to trust and place your entire faith in him.

He feels it radiating from every part of your psyche now. A beaming signal for him to position you above his cock.

You're shuddering and shaking as you do your best to ward off the tempting desire to climax simply by being so full — and it's only the tip of the bulbous head. It had taken quite a bit of training to not cum and blackout from him simply entering you, the mindblowing thralls leaving your head empty. Only cock-drunk. You lazily attempt to smile down at him, drool dribbling out of your mouth instead.

Seungcheol's eyes are narrowed in concentration. Your pleasure always a priority. It was something he was dead set on consistently achieving but that didn't mean it was easy to focus with how tightly you wrapped around him no matter how frequently he stretched you out.

Fingernails dig into the sides of his ribcage as you work with him to ease you down. Trying not to clench too hard in order to accept each and every inch of him. His cock is like a hot iron rod, the searing heat leaving you dizzy. Moans spill out of you, a gibberish mantra of his name mixed with mindless sounds.

You flop down to lay on his chest, tingling nipples squished painfully against his. Head buried in the crook of his neck as you bite down hard on his shoulder to ground yourself at the successful meeting of your hips seated on his thick thighs. Knees planted on the bed around his waist. Poor, puffy clit brushing against his pelvis. Hot. Mind-numbingly full. Good. Finally.

It takes everything in you to pull your upper body away. You can feel the squishy warmth of his scrotum pressing against your ass cheeks once you've sat up. Grinding down and gyrating your hips, you can feel his cock twitch pleasantly inside. Seungcheol lets out a throaty groan as he sees that same movement ripple across your lower abdomen from his vantage point.

"Look at you take me so well. Always do such a good job. Made for me. Best cunt I've ever had."

His thumb rubs up and down the skin where the long bulge shows and you're sobbing in delirium. The flames of pleasure aren't just heavily concentrated between your legs but licking up your spine and spreading across your entire body. Your hips rock pitifully and he takes your hands grasping at your ankles and brings them up towards the magnificent symbols of power adorning his head.

"Did you know that horns make great handlebars, darling?"

You grip at them and would have laughed at the silliness if the new position hadn't somehow turned out mind-meltingly better than the prior. Cock nestled so deep within your cunt and now squeezed between your moving lower bodies. Your tits dangle and sway like ripe fruit and that forked tongue of his sneaks back out. The v-shaped ends wrap around one of your nipples. Tweaking, twirling, teasing, tickling around the little bud before languidly doing the same to the next. Applying the right amount of pressure guided by the way your breath hitches in between moans.

Seungcheol's pearly white teeth are on full display as he gazes up at you with an open-mouthed grin. A shiny trail of saliva warms your skin, left behind by his tongue tracing the underside of your breasts, enjoying the salty tang he tastes on your skin.

His tongue disappears back into his mouth so he can watch the way you're now earnestly riding him. Admiration and awe at the way you're soaking his cock in a lovely sheen of arousal, feeling it drip down between his balls and onto the bedsheets. 

Messy. Fuck, he loves it. Finds it unbelievable how sexy you are. Your desperate soul that once cried out in sadness and longing now sings out loud unholy moans of pleasure. For him. All his. The heavens that boast to save all and treasure poor lambs failed to promise the redemption and protection you deserved. Instead, it was him alone who delivered it to you.

"Mine," he reiterates and slaps your left ass cheek. And then your right.

Soothing the stings with a gentle rub, enjoying the smooth expanse of your round ass. His other hand reaches out to still your hips right at the tip of his cock before he takes over control. Feet planted firmly on the mattress, Seungcheol pistons his hips up. Thrusting at an unforgiving and brutal pace, he occasionally adjusts you a bit to appreciate the way your tits jostle prettily. Arching his back every other time he's fully sheathed inside and swiveling so his pelvis hits that spot that has you seeing stars. Poor, abused nipples continue to rub against his, sending electrical jolts that cause you to spasm and clench around his cock extraordinarily tight. 

A telltale sign.

You babble unintelligibly and he coos, somehow finding it cute. Coaxing you to let go for the umpteenth but final time of the night. Marveling at the way your cunt has molded perfectly to the shape of his length, allowing him to fuck you easily through your climax. As you gush, cream, and make an absolute mess of the bedsheets, tears run down your face. Seungcheol laps at them, the return of the salty taste setting off the release of hot seed filling up your pussy as it ripples lightly around him, milking him all the way to completion.

Even if both of you desired, it's not like you can get pregnant. He rolls over on his side with you in his arms, listening to your erratic heartbeat in the quiet of the room. Letting you catch your breath and regain your senses. With a whoosh, his wings protrude out from his back, one of them protectively covering your naked, panting figure. His tail gently curls around your ankles, flicking back and forth, before drawing soothing little circles on your legs.

Although Seungcheol often found the extra appendages cumbersome in your tiny apartment and bothersome in bed, they held a great role in providing a semblance of comfort after an intense round. You rather preferred the leathery heat radiating off his wings than dirtying another fleece blanket.

Your eyes are beginning to close and he purses his lips, knowing he has to clean you up before you completely drift off into dreamland. He slides his softening cock out of you, biting his lip in delight at the way the mixture of your releases drips out and decorates your thighs. But a groan followed by your slight fidgeting quickly snaps him out of the trance, racing to the bathroom to get a washcloth before your body temperature cools down too much. 

Seungcheol hates the thought of you in even the slightest amount of discomfort. Ironic, since that was what drew him to you, what sustains him. But in the very same vein, you've had a lifetime of despair and he's been working to replace the negativity he feeds off of with happier memories. Stunned at how the positivity he's created blossoms into a mutual relationship where you become less and less affected by his demonic features and qualities. Crushed in the tiny moments he feels you close yourself off and retreat back into your shell, an unspoken sense of distrust.

He frowns at the fracturing connection lingering in your mind once more upon his return to the bedside. Loneliness never tasted so bitter and he hates it. Your back is facing him as you doze on and off, curled into yourself with your hands clutched tightly together.

"What is bothering you?"

It's a question he's asked before. One that you've brushed off several times. It's nothing, you were tired, you were already asleep — you've tried every excuse in the book to avoid the topic.

"Stop reading my mind."

"It's only due to my nature that I know all of your thoughts but that does not mean I understand them."

"When are you leaving?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"You know, to go back to hell. I mean, it's not like you can stay here forever, right?"

"You're correct, of course, I will have to return at some point. But there is no rush. I have time. We have time."

"But what is time? What happens when time is up… and the contract is… null?"

Seungcheol strokes your cheek as he takes great care to wipe gently between your legs. "Then I shall fulfill my rightful duties."

"You'll take my soul."

"Yes, I will take you as a queen, ruler over the thirteen circles of hell."

"Yes, you'll — " you sit up in shock at his words. "Wait, I thought you meant it like… extinguishing my soul from existence or something like that?"

"Do you not wish to be my queen? It is true the purity of your soul will cease, unable to reincarnate because you are already one I've been promised to have. The heavens will not accept you back."

"No, I just… I don't know, what's with the change of heart?"

"Heart? I do not — "

"I mean change of mind. Plans. Why would you make me queen?"

He smiles smugly and crosses his arms. "My 'plans' as you say have never deviated. You don't think the king of hell would come here and play around for simple amusement, do you?"

You bite your lip. "So you're saying you actually want to spend like the rest of eternity together?"

"For the rest of this life and the eternal one that will come after. Yes. Or if you choose, this can be your final cycle of life. Surely, you are tired. But as I said, we have time."

"But what if I want to die now?"

Smooth wipes pause at your whisper, Seungcheol's eyes instinctively glowing at the overwhelming amount of despair that suddenly surrounds you like a feast before him yet he narrows them in disdain.

"What did you just say?"

"I mean, it's not like there's anything holding me back here," you shrug. "What would be the harm in taking me now? Unless it's like against the rules of hell or something unspoken slash fancy."

His mouth opens and closes several times. "Y-you're not in a clear state of mind right now, you have time to consider this and be entirely sure it's something you wa — "

"I'm totally and completely sane right now. I've never been more sure of something. Take me to hell, devilman."

You watch his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallows nervously. It's true though. Even if he wants to vehemently deny it, he's never tasted such strong conviction from you, he can practically see it surrounding you like a glowing aura. Your trust in him is firm at that moment and he almost loathes it.

Faith. Love. The kind of morals he's sworn to detest are a part of you. Gingerly, he lifts your body up so you're resting in between his arms. 

"This will hurt. It will be painful. There's a chance that — "

"You worry too much." Your finger slides across his lips to silence him. "What's the worst that can happen? I'll be dead either way."

Seungcheol's grip tightens around you. It's ironic really, the fact that the grand devil himself is fearful of what you've summoned him to do. 

"I was hoping to wait until you were much older, on the brink of death, even. It would be much easier. But if it is your wish, it is my command to follow."

He gulps, taking a deep breath to prepare himself. A shaking hand rises up and his claws elongate out, longer and sharper than you've ever seen before. They glint dangerously in the darkness. You place your hand under his wrist to steady it, reassuringly running your thumb along his feverish skin.

Looking into your eyes again, he reconfirms the certainty accompanied by a tiny nod of affirmation. He nods back, grits his teeth…

And plunges his claws deep within your chest.

Carving the same sigil you'd carved into the wooden floor to call him to the mortal realm. This time it's etched in deep, gory details upon your body. His sigil. The encapsulation of power. Blood spills out of the wound and drips down, decorating you in what almost could pass as a thick latex dress.

Gurgling sounds follow your initial gasp, trying yet failing to intake any oxygen. Red liquid bubbles up from your throat and then out of your mouth. Painting your lips a flattering shade of red before adorning your neck in jagged lines trailing down your neck to connect to the vermillion mess below as your arms flop weakly onto the soiled mattress.

Seungcheol has always been quick at his work but this one seems to last an agonizing eternity. He's panting, maybe even crying, by the time he's finished and the scarlet hues of a familiar glow begin to emanate around him.

He bows his head, and with care as if he could still wound you, places a final kiss against your lifeless lips — barely flinching. Pretending as if the bloody puddle you lie in doesn't exist.

The illusion shatters.

It's dark.

There's a faint, dim light illuminating somewhere and somehow above your head but you can't even make out your hand waving in front of your face.

You don't know where you are. Who you are. What you are. How you are.

Nothingness. Emptiness. Quietness.

It's… peaceful.

You close your eyes.

Time passes. Or does it? Maybe it's a continuous loop with no limit. Maybe time had gradually stilled to a halt. You are unsure. In fact, you can't even fathom anything until he approaches you.

Out of the dark, comes a figure, astonishingly visible. You can distinguish his sharp features despite the distance yet nothing of yourself. Perhaps you have become part of the darkness yourself.

But his glowing, unblinking carmine eyes are locked onto his target — you. Your breath hitches in your throat.

A circular array of horns grow and shrink both at different rates and at the same time like a deathly crown upon his head. It's the same with the multitude of wings that sprout out in various directions from his back, moving ominously back and forth.

They are strangely familiar, resonating with you in an eerie dissonance. Sooty feathers lining each one tremble in a wind you don't feel. 

But suddenly, the area is frigidly cold causing you to shiver and lean towards the only source of heat now radiating from this creature slowly approaching you.

Silver cuffs adorn his wrists, broken links hanging off of each of them as if they were once connected. Chained like a prisoner. Black tattoos of hellfire wind up his muscular arms and around his broad shoulders, disappearing underneath the black armor protecting his chest. The signs of a traitor.

Your eyes widen in reawakened recognition. 

"You… you're… Sata — "

"Seungcheol."

A hand extends out, black nails gesturing in an invitation for you to take it. A parchment paper with fulfilled terms grasped tightly in the other.

"Welcome to the gates of hell, my queen. I've been waiting for your arrival." He leans downs, inches away from your lips. A smoky scent invades your senses, a burning fire teasingly dances in his eyes as he smirks triumphantly. All reminiscent of the night you summoned him. "Tell me, how does it feel to finally fall, angel?"

A flickering halo cracks, disintegrating as the tiny spikes that were barely keeping it afloat materialize into lovely curled horns of your very own when the terrifying realization finally dawns. You lean in to press your lips against his tempting ones in a searing kiss. The creature responsible for it all, the only one that is allowed to break you.

"Like absolute hell."

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manspread.

okay but arrogant and borderline chad cheol who’s your college dorm mate. you were high-key into him when you saw him move in, and even flirted with him at the housewarming party. but then he opened his mouth and you realised everything that comes out of it is insufferable. 

and now, it’s dorm movie night and he’s sitting on the couch manspreading like a fucking douchebag who couldn’t give a fuck that you’re smushed in the corner. throughout the movie his thigh is pressed right up against yours which makes you feel kind of lightheaded. halfway through, one of your dorm mates heads to bed while the other steps out for a smoke but cheol still doesn’t move.

annoyed, you get up to leave and ask why he can’t sit like a normal fucking person and he throws his head back and laughs at your question, making you feel slightly self conscious. he tells you his cock is too fat and he needs the space to sit comfortably. you scoff, disgusted, but can’t help but wonder if there’s any truth in that sentence. he asks if you don’t believe him and want to see. he’s messing with you but it makes you feel something in the pit of your stomach. but you roll your eyes and tell him you’d rather die and go to your room. 

still drunk from the night, you lie down. the room’s spinning but your thoughts keep circling back to cheol. his heavy eyes with those pretty pretty lashes, those thick thighs that fill out his sweatpants so well, that silver ring that sits on his veiny hands, and his thick dick?…you wonder how it would feel if he slapped it against your face. you doze off thinking about him.

2 hours later you wake up at midnight with a dry mouth, feeling tipsy and thirsty…so fucking thirsty. you stumble over to the kitchen and see cheol still watching tv - legs spread and hands behind his head. the room is dark except for a single light and the flickering light from the tv.

he looks at you and asks if you’ve changed your mind. you ignore him and grab a drink of water but can’t help but look over at him. his hair is messy in front of his eyes and it irritates you. you want to push it back. ‘can you even see anything?’ you don’t know why you’re asking. he says he can see everything he wants to see and stares at you a second too long. you feel your cheeks burning as you look around the kitchen for something to eat. you’re not hungry but you don’t want to leave yet. the air is oppressive but intoxicating. 

as you struggle to reach for a snack on the top shelf, cheol gets up and stands behind you to grab it. his entire body is pressed up against you and you know you want him. fuck it you think and turn around - nothing that happens between 12 am to 4 am counts anyway.

he looks down, a faint smirk on his lips, as if he knew this was always going to happen, and kisses you, pushing you up against the counter. you grab onto his body to steady yourself and fuck, he feels so thick, so strong, so solid. you know you’ll regret this in the morning.

he pushes his tongue into your mouth and as your kisses become sloppier, you feel his cock growing against you. you look down to see his dick print forming in his sweatpants and feel almost feral. you have to know how thick it is.

‘come’ he grabs you by the throat ‘let me show you’ he says almost like he’s read your mind and drags you to the couch. he sits, legs spread as you kneel in front of him, scrambling to get his sweatpants off. he chuckles, satisfied by your desperation.

he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls to make you look up at him ‘who knew you were such an easy slut’ he says and smiles at you so sweetly, dimples and all. it’s sickening but it makes you feel that familiar knot in your stomach. the sweet sound of degradation.

it also makes you pull his sweatpants off faster. as you pull them down, you muffle a gasp. fuck, it’s definitely better than what you were imagining just 2 hours ago. his cock is thick and heavy, and when you wrap your hand around it your fingertips almost don’t touch. ‘mmmh’ he lets out a lazy moan as you start to jerk him off.

‘put it in your mouth’ he says a few seconds later. how dare he tell you what to do. asshole. you can’t stand him. yet…you reach forward and take him in your mouth. but it’s difficult. he’s too thick and you’re having a hard time opening your mouth that wide.

‘too big for you?’ he asks, already knowing the answer. ‘lick then’ he says putting just the tip in and starts to jerk off in your mouth. ‘look at me while i use your fucking mouth like a fleshlight…’ like reflex, you legs squeeze together at his words. shit.

you feel his body shake as he laughs at you. a loud mocking laugh. ‘did hearing that turn you on? pathetic…’ he jerks off with one hand, while the other grabs at the tank top you’re wearing and pulls it down, exposing your tits. he squeezes them, twisting and pulling at your nipples before letting go. 

you look up at him. you can’t believe you’re kneeling in the middle of the common living room with your tits spilling out, licking cheols cock. it’s humiliating. how did this happen? what’s wrong wi-

he notices you start to think and instantly slaps his cock against your face. he doesn’t want you to think, he wants you to be stupid and suck. it works. his cock feels so heavy and big and you love the sound it makes as it hits you. it’s hypnotic.

he slaps it again as you look at him, lips parted and your eyes slightly glazed over. at that moment cheol promises himself he needs to see you like this again.

he needs to see you completely thoughtless, just mindlessly craving his cock. he can’t wait. 

‘open your mouth’ you obey. he takes three of his fingers and pushes them in, fucking your mouth with his fingers. ‘try again’ he says pulling his fingers out and rubbing the saliva across your mouth. you lean forward and as you start slowly bobbing up and down, taking a little more every time, a dull ache spreads across your jaw. ‘fuuughck…that’s it…’ he groans.

‘again’ as you continue sucking him off, you feel your jaw start to loosen up a bit. suddenly, he pushes the back of your head down with his hands as he bucks his hips up, his dick hitting the back of your throat. he holds you there counting down ‘3, 2, 1’ and releases as you start coughing. ‘there you go…see? all you’ll need is a little practice’

your stomach turns at his words. why is talking like this is going to happen again?

‘breathe..’ there’s a strange silence as you try to catch your breath - it feels like an invitation to stop if you want.

but you don’t want to stop. you want him.

so, you take his cock in your hand and start to jerk him off again, bending to lick his balls. ‘hmmn, fuck yes’ he leans back on the couch, hands interlocked behind his head, eyes closed. he’s never looked hotter - his t-shirt riding up showing a bit of his toned stomach as sits smiling lazily to himself.

‘okay now’ he opens his eyes a few minutes later and starts gathering your hair into a ponytail. ‘you going to make me cum?’ it’s not a question.

with a tight grip on your hair he pushes you down onto his cock and starts to fuck your face.

‘good slut’ he groans his rhythmic thrusts starting to get a little sloppy. ‘i’m going to cum in your dirty little mouth and you’re going to drink up every last drop…understand?’ he asks as you moan in response, your pussy throbbing. 

‘fuck’ you hear his breathing becoming heavier. 

you feel yourself getting wetter the more aggressive his thrusts become and when his hips start moving frantically, you know he’s close.

‘fuck…fuck…fu..’ he groans with a final thrust as his warm cum starts to fill your mouth. he holds your head down as he continues cumming, his cock twitching.

you feel yourself running out of breath as you push him back but he holds you in place for a second longer and then lets go. you gasp for air, cum and saliva spluttering out of your mouth. you’re a mess. 

he grins, scooping the cum dripping out and pushing it back in your mouth. ‘i said every. last. drop’ 

you look up at him. he’s sitting just like he was a couple of hours ago - relaxed, satisfied, cocky. you hate him.

‘you did good’ he wipes the saliva around your mouth. ‘next time i’ll allow you to cum on my face. hmm? how’s that sound?’ he smiles like he’ll be doing you a favour.

you really really hate him.

Spring Break - csc

title: spring break pairing: choi seungcheol x f!reader genre: smut (minors dni!), college!au, professor!seungcheol warnings: explicit unprotected sex, age gap, daddy kink, impregnation kink, oral (f. receiving), minor overstimulation, gentle choking w.c.: 2.3k summary: even during spring break you still don't take a day off with professor choi a/n: i was planning on writing this and then i got a request for it so it bumped up on my priority list lol. this may be the finale to the professor!cheol series but who knows

pt. 1 pt. 2

You stare up at the large house before getting the courage to walk up the porch and rap your knuckles against the door. You lick your lips as you wait, thinking about what’s to come later. A duffle bag is slung over your shoulder as you grip the straps in anticipation, silently begging for the door to open soon.

Your college is on spring break right now which means you have a week of no obligations, free to do whatever you please.

Suddenly the front door opens to reveal a man standing in the doorway, staring back at you. When you see him a small smirk spreads across your lips.

Spring break means you’re free to do whatever you please, and for you, whatever you please to do just happens to be Choi Seungcheol, your biology professor.

“Ah sweetheart, come in.” Seungcheol steps to the side to let you in. When you step into the house Seungcheol takes your bag from you before closing the door and pressing a kiss to your cheek. Unlike his normal attire he wears when teaching, he’s in just a sweater and a pair of slacks. You internally grin at how even on his off days he still dressed up more than most people do. 

A few weeks ago spring break was brought up between you and Seungcheol and before you knew it you had plans to spend the week at the professor’s house. In the past month or so your relationship with Seungcheol has taken a shift. You’ve been interacting with the man a lot more outside of class whether it’s texting him throughout the day or sitting in his office during his free periods. You’ve even taken to eating your lunch together if you’re both available.

In that time you’ve gotten to know the man better. You find that you enjoy spending time with the man no matter if your actions are sexual or not. You occasionally wonder if you’re flying too close to the sun but then again you don’t think you care all too much.

“So this is where the elusive Professor Choi lives?” Your eyes scan around the area. The interior resembles that of a traditional Korean house but still keeping up with modern trends. You wonder who does Seungcheol’s interior design, assuming that he doesn’t do it himself.

“Elusive,” Seungcheol snorts. “I don’t believe that I’ve been too elusive to you.”

“Oh no, not to me, to everyone else. See, I’m special.” You grin back at the older man. A look of fondness settles on his features.

“Very special.” Seungcheol reaches out to grab your hand and pull you into him. His hand comes up to cup your face and he guides you into a soft kiss. The kiss is tender and romantic and it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. You smile into the kiss before pulling away a bit.

“You know…your house is big, yet so empty,” you say, looking around the space.

“Ah I guess so. It can be lonely at times,” Seungcheol muses.

“Would you like to fix that daddy?” You ask softly. “Fill this house with a wife and kids?” You see Seungcheol’s eyes flash at the change in your demeanor. You lean in close to whisper in his ear. “I stopped taking my birth control a week ago.”

“Fuck,” Seungcheol curses under his breath. He runs his hand over your stomach lightly, before leaning down to kiss you. This kiss is different from the one a few seconds earlier. This time Seungcheol grips you tightly and presses his lips against yours fiercely. 

“C-cheol!” You gasp. Seungcheol picks you up and you wrap your arms around him as he carries you to his bedroom.

“D-daddy~” you mewl as Seungcheol runs his hands over your bare hips. His face is buried between your legs as he sucks your clit between his lips. He takes his time, flicking his tongue over the bud and relishing in the way you shudder. His hands move down to squeeze your thighs, kneading at the fat as he continues to make out with your pussy.

It’s rare for Seungcheol to eat you out because he doesn’t like to get messy before a class, but now you’re regretting not having done this before. You run your hands through his hair as he buries his face farther into your cunt. His tongue darts into your entrance and you buck your hips up, only for Seungcheol to push your hips back down onto the bed.

You’re dripping wet now as your professor eats you out. His lips and tongue work as a unit to flood your body with pleasure. 

“P-please Cheol, need more,” you beg. Seungcheol pulls his face away from you. He’s a bit out of breath and the lower of his face is slick with your arousal. He wipes his face off before looking up at you.

“Does my baby girl need me to fuck you nice and good?” All you can do is nod and Seungcheol smirks before standing up.

You’re fully naked already and expecting Seungcheol to just take his dick out of his pants like normal, but instead he starts to pull his sweater off and your breath hitches. You watch with aroused anticipation as Seungcheol strips off his clothes. More and more skin comes into view and you can’t get enough.

You’ve never seen Seungcheol completely naked before and now that you’ve gotten a taste you don’t think you’ll be able to accept anything less now. Despite his older age his body is still fit and rugged. His normal suit attire does a good job of covering up his hard muscles and tanned skin that has you nearly drooling. The whole package is tied together by Seungcheol’s large cock that hangs in the air, hard and waiting to fuck you.

“Going to put a fucking baby into you,” Seungcheol growls as he climbs onto the bed. He crawls over you so he can line his dick up to your entrance. You grab at his face and he leans down to kiss you. As your lips meld together Seungcheol takes this moment to sheath into you. You whine into the kiss but Seungcheol doesn’t allow you to pull away from him.

Your lips continue to move against each other as Seungcehol starts to move his hips into yours. The sensation of his dick sliding in and out of you elicits soft moans from you. Seungcheol finally pulls his lips away from yours only to move them onto your neck. His soft, plump lips press kisses into your fevered skin while one of his hands moves up to squeeze your tits.

You wrap your legs around the older man’s waist, holding him close to you as his cock digs into your cervix. You feel well loved as Seungcheol continues to thrust into you. His whole body works at yours, pleasuring and worshiping you.

It’s so different than when you guys fuck in Seungcheol’s office. Different in a good way. There’s no rush to get done before Seungcheol’s next class. Seungcheols’s not worried about keeping his normal composed manner. It’s also nice to be pressed against a mattress rather than his desk. 

You can’t help but feel like the mood is more romantic as well. The way Seungcheol’s hands move over your skin in gentle touches. His moves are more intentional rather than just with the purpose of getting the job done. Even the way his lips press against yours conveys more love than usual. You didn’t think you could fall for your professor even more than you already have, but here he is, proving you wrong.

You don’t mind the way that you and Seungcheol usually have sex, but you don’t think you’ve ever felt so good before. Even when Seungcheol fucks you stupid, plowing into you at rapid paces, making your mind numb, it will never feel as good as the way he’s fucking you now.

The sound of his soft grunts sends warmth coursing through your body. The drag of his cock inside of you fills your brain with a satisfactory fuzziness. Just when you don’t think things can get better Seungcheol is grabbing your thighs and pushing them up towards your chest. His trusts get harder and you moan loudly as he hits at a new angle. 

“God you’re so pretty like this,” Seungcheol mutters. “So ready to be filled up with cum. Make you mommy.”

You groan at his words. Thoughts of you carrying Seungcheol’s babies flood your mind and you nearly cum right there. Seungcheol can tell too by the way your walls twitch around him and he grins.

His strong hands grab your thighs and push them up into your chest. The new angle has his cock digging right into your g-spot and you whine louder as he pounds into you even harder. You can feel your thighs start to tremble, not just from the position but also from the pleasure building up inside your body.

“That’s my good girl,” Seungcheol coos. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Please. Please cum in me,” you beg, your voice high and whiny. “I need it. Want to be filled up, want to have your babies.” 

Seungcheol leans down and connects your lips. You kiss him fervently, drowning yourself in him, as his hips stutter in you. He groans against your lips and you feel his cum leak into your pussy. The feeling has you falling apart in his arms as well, your whole body trembling as your pussy spasms around him. Seungcheol releases your legs from the position they’re in and gently pulls out of you. 

His dick is still hard and despite still panting a bit he helps you turn over so you’re laying flat on your stomach. “Such a good girl for me,” Seungcheol mutters as he crawls over you. He slowly inserts his cock back into your entrance, thrusting softly into you. You’re still sensitive and the rub of Seungcheol’s cock inside of you has your eyes rolling into the back of your head and your head falling onto the pillows.

Seungcheol’s front is flush to your back as he ruts into you. His body is warm and fits against yours perfectly. He fucks into you, pushing his cum into you even deeper. His pace is slower, more gentle. Seungcheol presses soft kisses into your shoulder as he drags a hand down your side.

“God Y/N you’re so, so perfect. The prettiest girl I know. Fuck.” Seungcheol’s groan has you whining, your insides clenching down and Seungcheol groans again.

“C-cheol~ need you. Need your cum. Need to be your good little wife. Daddy please,” you beg.

Seungcheol curses again and starts to thrust his hips faster. His hand curls around you so he can grip the base of your neck, not completely choking you but still applying pressure in the most delicious way possible. His thick cock pounds into you, filling your pussy and mind with flutters.

“Please don’t stop. Feels so good daddy, please don’t stop.” You’re babbling at this point but Seungcheol doesn’t mind, in fact it feels like he’s encouraged by your words from the way his grip on you tightens.

“Gonna fucking carry my babies. Make you so–augh fuck–so round and sexy.” It seems like Seungcheol is babbling himself. It fills you with pride knowing you can decompose the man in a way nobody else can.

It catches you off guard, but suddenly you’re gasping and spasming around Seungcheol, pleasuring flooding your body as you reach your climax. Seungcheol isn’t far behind, spilling his seed into your spent pussy as he orgasms himself.

Seungcheol lays down on the bed next to you and pulls you into his arms. You two exchange soft kisses as his hands roam your bare skin.

“Are you okay baby girl?” He whispers and you nod, already feeling sleepy. Seungcheol chuckles and pulls away from you to get up. You lay on his bed as he goes to get you water and a towel.

You bury yourself farther into his bed as you wait for him. His sheets smell like his cologne, a scent that’s come to be comforting to you. You think to yourself how you could get used to this. Laying in Seungcheol’s bed, living in his house, being his little wife. It makes you giddy to think that you’ll be with him all week, almost like a test run of being his housewife.

You can still feel Seungcheol’s cum inside of you and you grin to yourself, your head filling with thoughts of being pregnant. Seungcheol doting on you for nine months as you carry his baby inside of you. You guys starting a family together with mini you’s running around the house. It’s not the first time these fantasies have plagued your mind either. You’ve been thinking about it for weeks now, obsessed with the idea of becoming Seungcheol’s wife, the mother to his children.

Seungcheol walks back into the room, pulling you from your thoughts. He helps cleans you up as you drink your water. When he’s finished he leans down to kiss you again.

“You know I love you, right?” Your heart bursts. You know Seungcheol loves you, but this is the first time he’s said it out loud.

“Of course Cheol,” you cup his face in your hands, “I love you too.” You bring him into another kiss, pulling him down onto the bed with you. Your mind flashes back to your thoughts from a few minutes ago and you smile against Seungcheol’s lips. It warms your heart to know he wants the same thing as you. 

Your untaken birth control and Seungcheol’s two loads in you fill you with hope, and even if he didn’t get you pregnant this time, you guys have all week to work on it. 

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