Cuties

cuties 😭💞

warnings! reader is sad for unspecified reasons.

“everything hurts.”

“i know, baby.”

“and my throat’s dry.”

seungcheol shifts to pass you a glass of water he’s had ready on the nightstand.

“and — ” your voice cracks ever so slightly “ — and i’m sad.”

“i know, baby,” he repeats softly. his hands cradle your face, the gentlest of kisses pressed to your forehead. “i know. i’m sorry. if i could fix it, i would.”

and you know he would. seungcheol would move mountains to see you smile. hates it when you cry, but even more than that, he hates when he can’t fix it. when can’t shoulder it all on to himself to keep you light.

you drink your water. he traces gentle patterns over your free hand. he kisses your aching head and wipes your nose and kisses you again.

then he makes you drink more water, and as you do, he shifts to get out of the bed; you whine. immediately.

he stops, immediately. he turns back to you, a soft little smile on his face as he brushes your cheek with a warm hand. “i’m just going to get you some food,” he promises, “i’ll be right back.”

“don’t want food. i want you.” you’re being childish, and you know it; but as if on cue, your stomach rumbles. loud.

your boyfriend raises one eyebrow at you, and you offer him a watery, sheepish smile. “that was digestion.”

his smile grows, just the tiniest bit. “i’m getting you food. just from the kitchen.”

“don’t leave me. i love you.” you claw at him dramatically, because the sight of his dimples can brighten any kind of darkness.

“and i love you. and so i’ll come back,” he replies, patting your head affectionately as he gets up. “with food. you always get hungry after you cry.”

if we want the rewards of love, we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known. only it’s not so mortifying, not any more. it warms you, inside out; aches deliciously in your ribs.

seungcheol pauses at the door and turns to you. “like that poem you like so much. what is it again?” he thinks, smiles when he remembers. “i love you, i want us both to eat well.”

an / i might delete tomorrow idk i don’t like this but. love u guys sorry i haven’t been writing recently!!

the poem referenced is called our beautiful life when it’s filled with shrieks btw. by christopher citro :)

and the quote about the mortifying ordeal of being known is from an article by tim kreider

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seen || seungcheol

choi seungcheol x reader

"you know that makes no sense, right?" genre: domestic fluff | wc: 561 | warnings: mentions of seungcheol's knee injury

Seungcheol feels seen. 

Which feels dumb to say. He’s constantly surrounded by friends and staff and people who watch him like it’s their job. But this is different. This is… spiritual, almost. 

With his members, he’s the leader. It’s his job to be the rock. He takes pleasure in protecting them, in offering a caring smile or a stern look, in simply being there. For whatever they need. 

But with you, it’s different. He loves being there for you, too. That’s not a question. Of course there’s this need, primal and deep, to protect you. But there’s also a part of him—a bigger part than he originally realized—that wants to be protected by you, too. 

He basks in your attention. So much so that he’d find it embarrassing if he actually cared. But he loves the way you dote on him, loves the way that one look at him and you can gauge his every emotion, loves the way you know what he’s thinking before he even has to say anything.

It’s a rainy day, the air is heavy, and his knee aches. It’s dull, and it’s manageable, but it’s there and it fucking sucks. He knows that moving it would make it feel better, but he’s in meetings for hours today (it’s Saturday! what kind of monster schedules meetings for a Saturday?!) and stuck behind a desk as he bounces between Zoom calls. He isn’t sure how you know, but you swoop in with a soft “feel better, baby” and a kiss to his hair and a hot compress to hold against the joint for awhile. 

When he’s done for the day, he stands and stretches, feeling his spine realign and a soft pop! in his knee. It feels better, honestly. The heat helped, and now that he’s up, it aches much less. 

Seungcheol is about to call out to you, curious about where you’ve been for the past few hours, but then the scent of garlic and cooking kimchi hits him. He practically floats to the kitchen and is greeted by you, humming quietly to yourself as you stand over a pan on the stove. He wraps himself around you almost immediately. He can’t help it. He loves you too much.

“You’re done early,” you note softly, flipping the kimchi pancake that’s currently in the pan. You cover his bare forearms with your own, shielding him as the pancake pops as it cooks. 

He kisses your shoulder lightly. “You’re making dinner?” It’s an observation more than a question, but he’s still always surprised when you take the time to care for him like this. 

“With the rain, I wanted soup.” You shut off the burner and turn in his hold, your hands coming to rest on his biceps. 

For a moment, you stand there quietly, toying with the fabric of his sleeve. You watch him, observing. And even though Seungcheol isn’t quite sure what you’re looking for, he knows that whatever conclusion you come to will almost assuredly be correct. Finally, you hum and pick a short white dog hair off his arm. “Plus I thought something warm might help your knee.”

“You know that makes no sense, right?” He can feel the smile spreading across his face, and when you shrug, he can’t help but lean in and kiss you.

Yes, Seungcheol feels seen. And he’s never been happier.

overstimming mingyu ♡

dom!gn!reader x sub!mingyu

includes: edging mention, bondage/rope use, nicknames (puppy, love, babe), overstim (obviously), aftercare

notes: holy shit i am so sorry this is so late and so short ㅠㅠ i’ve had major writers block recently & started this blog as a way to curve it, so im not really the best at getting things out on time. ANYWAY did everyone see gyu’s calvin klein pics im literally on my knees for him Uhm…

his chest heaves up and down. his breath is shaky, and he whines your name softly.

your sweet mingyu is so pretty like this, you think.

you’ve been edging him for the better part of an hour, with his hands tied together, and the only thing he can really do right now is squirm and beg for you. not like you’re complaining, though; his warm skin and his almost wrecked voice is more than enough for you.

him, though?

“babe, please, just- just let me cum, please,” mingyu begs. he’s been begging for the past 30 minutes without stopping.

“what did i say, puppy?” your voice is like silk to him.

“… no begging anymore, or you won’t do anything.” mingyu reminds himself.

“there you go.” you pat his head softly, and kiss his cheek. “are you gonna be good now?”

“yes, yes i promise!”

you nod. your hand moves once again, pumping mingyu’s cock slowly. his soft breathing picks up again, and you smile. he’s just so fucking cute.

you run your thumb over the slit of his cock, and he lets out a loud moan, arching his back slightly. you speed up your pace, and the panting begins again.

“babe, please, i’m gonna cum- i- i can’t hold it,” mingyu whines out.

“it’s okay. you can do it. cum for me, love.”

mingyu lets out a shaky breath, and closes his eyes, cumming practically on cue. he shakes and twitches, but when you don’t stop, he whimpers.

“w-what’re you-?”

“you said you wanted to cum. cum for me again, puppy. for me.”

mingyu shakes again, the white hot pain and pleasure coursing through his veins now. he grunts quietly, and hot tears prick at his eyes. he cums again, and you help him through it, slowing down only a little.

his eyes are practically glazed over, but you just love seeing him this way. he pants hard, whining and crying softly from just how overwhelming it is. it’s so fucking good, he can’t get a single word out, but he’s reaching his limit now, and you can tell.

you speed your hand up, using mingyu’s own cum to help. you look down at his chest, and you squeeze at his sensitive pecs. he yelps softly in surprise, and mewls when you begin to pinch at his nipples. he whines again, high and loud, and as you run your thumb over the slit of his cock again, he cums for the third time.

he moans loudly, sobbing from the pleasure, and he pants shakily as you let him go.

“… holy shit.” mingyu laughs softly at himself.

“you’re so gorgeous, puppy. you did so well for me. so good.” you kiss his forehead lightly, and wipe away his tears. you untie his wrists, and check for any rope burn, the same way you always do. when you find none, you rub a small amount of soothing cream onto mingyu’s wrists.

the fact that you do all of this without him having to ask… it warms his heart. in a way, this is the real pleasure, despite what you just did to him. just being with you, taking care of one another… he loves it. he loves you.

coups fucking you against the wall bc he can easily hold you up

-hit sent

what movie did you go to btw? was it good?

a/n: hi anon !! tysm for your request ❤️

for this prompt i actually asked my wonderful bestie @mimikookie - and she wrote all of it for me!! so she deserves 110% of the credit here 🫶🏻🫶🏻 tysmmmm

also ~ it was the barbie movie hehe and it was amazing hehe

“I thought you said,” you say with a breath, “you had to work out.”

Seungcheol pauses in kissing the column of your neck.

“I am working out,” he chuckles.

He bounces you up higher against the wall as if to prove his point.

“Not like this,” you huff.

“Why not? It’s arm day. I’m working out my arms,” he states matter-of-factly.

You roll your eyes playfully. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m also right,” he smirks and resumes his trail of kisses.

This time, you don’t reply and instead indulge in the feeling of his mouth against your skin.

Seungcheol moves lower to kiss along the swell of your breasts. You quickly remove your bra when he does so, and seconds after, his mouth is on one of your nipples.

He flicks at it a few times then uses his mouth to suck on it, making you moan as you lean your head back against the wall.

“Need to feel you,” you whine.

Seungcheol hums against your skin to let you know he heard you. He moves to your other breasts as he presses you against the wall harder. Your arms around his neck tighten while your legs around his waist loosen.

Seungcheol’s quick to discard his pants and underwear—his black shirt already removed earlier. You can feel the tip of his cock teasing your pussy, and you whine impatiently.

“Wanted me to leave, but here you are crying for my cock,” he mocks.

“Was just trying to be good,” you say with a slight pout.

He smiles, brushing his lips against yours as he replies, “You’re being such a good girl right now.”

Seungcheol takes a second to align his cock before burying himself in your heat.

You moan out a curse at the pleasurable stretch, eyes briefly closing so you can focus on the feeling.

Seungcheol begins to move his hips a few seconds later. Your back slides against the wall with each thrust. His pace increases gradually and soon, he’s stepping away from the wall altogether.

After a quick adjustment of his arms, he’s lifting your body up until just his tip is inside before lowering you.

You gasp at the new position and glide your hands down to his biceps to feel the way his muscles flex with each movement.

“S-show off,” you tease breathlessly, giving his muscles a squeeze.

“You love it.”

And you do.

You love how easily he’s using your body to get you both off. You love that he enjoys displaying his strength in front of you. You had never thought you were attracted to such a trait, but Seungcheol has shown you sides of yourself you didn’t know you had throughout your relationship.

He continues moving your body up and down steadily. Each glide has the knot in your stomach tightening.

“I’m close,” you warn.

Seungcheol nods and presses you against the wall again, then he’s pistoning into you with energy you didn’t know he had.

“Fuck, Cheol!” you cry, legs trembling as you cum.

Seungcheol groans and buries his face in the crook of your neck. He pushes as deep as he can go before he climaxes.

You hold him close as he comes down from his high, stroking his damp blonde hair and muttering words of praise.

When both of your heart rates have returned to normal, he’s setting you back on your feet. He keeps ahold of your hips, so you don’t stumble.

“See? Who needs gym equipment when I have you?” he teases.

“Oh, so I’m just an object now?” you scoff playfully, looking at him with sleepy eyes.

He chuckles darkly. “Not in the slightest, but if that’s something you want to be, I can surely show you what it’d be like.”

His implication has your breath getting caught in your throat. Seungcheol has yet again awakened something deep within you.

“Only in the bedroom?” you ask because while the idea does intrigue you, you can’t see yourself being treated like that on a normal basis.

His expression turns serious quickly. “Of course, baby. And that’s only if you want to do it.”

You give him a reassuring smile while you nod, letting him know you trust and believe him. Seungcheol’s face relaxes at your grin and rubs your sides soothingly.

“I love you,” you murmur.

“I love you,” he echoes, kissing your lips sweetly. Though before you know it, he’s picking you up and heading toward the bedroom.

“Now, what else do I need to work out?”

pussy drunk! wonwoo

pussy drunk! wonwoo who’s obsessed with eating you out anywhere, anytime. Literally cannot go on about his day without having you against his tongue, and lapping on your juices. He will eat you out like he had been starving and will manhandle you when you try to push his lips away from your over sensitive core. (well ofc, he’d stop if you’re uncomfy or tired).

pussy drunk! wonwoo who could cum just from eating you out. You could just whine about him not giving you enough attention when he’s playing games and this boy would have you on his gaming chair, legs on his shoulders, tongue deep inside as he rubs on your clit. He’d whisper soft apologies against your dripping pussy which goes straight to your core (literally). You want to return the favour to him after he made you cum at least thrice only for him to show his cum stained pants (with a still rock hard bulge)

pussy drunk! wonwoo who likes to eat his own cum dripping from your pussy after he completely destroyed your insides. You cannot tell me that this guy wouldn’t sell his soul to have you sit on his face. And, he WILL NOT take his eyes off your face when he’s eating you out. So, he prefers positions where he can easily look at you and the way your pretty face contorts in pleasure. 

pussy drunk! wonwoo who whispers praises as he kisses all over your thighs and pussy. The only time he’ll remove his lips from your core will be when he’s praising you. 

“Who’s my good girl? Hmm?” “god. you’re so pretty, doll.” “cum for me, pretty.” 

In conclusion, he’s obsessed with you.