Seen || Seungcheol

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.

our shua 🥹

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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in your arms | chwe vernon

a/n: thanks anon for the request! | warning: nsfw content ahead

“fuck. you feel so good, baby.” 

vernon grunts near to your ear as he slowly rocks his hips against yours. you let out a whimper at his praise. You love the way his cock felt against your tight walls. This is your first time with your boyfriend of 3 months. And, he’s taking it slow but deep. 

you pull him down to press your lips against his, and he immediately accepts it. wrapping your arms around his neck, you slowly move your lips against his. his tongue brushes against your lower lip and you open your mouth, letting his tongue wander. vernon’s hands grip your hips securely as he drills his cock in and out of you, slowly. 

it’s like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you. The way your core snugly hug his cock, the way you whimper when his tip brushes against your cervix, your pretty moans, how you hold yourself so close to him like you wanted to merge as one with him. he grunts again, this time into your mouth. he pulls away, tucking a stray hair strand back. and he lets his hand stay there, his thumb softly caressing your cheek. 

“so pretty,” he whispers, and stars of adoration dance in his eyes. A soft smile decorates his face as he looks at you. you’re his. all his.

If someone had said that you’d have vernon on top of you, spilling praises while he’s softly making love to you, you wouldn’t have believed a single word. well, fate has its way of playing. vernon and you have been in the same friend group for years. But never have you ever thought that the shy and sweet boy (whom you couldn’t help but like) was actually head over heels for you. and a drunken night of confessions has led you both here. 

you whine his name, your nails slightly digging into his shoulder muscles and vernon senses your neediness. his heart floods with warmth. a moan breaks through him and he feels your neediness seeping into him. 

“want me to go rough baby?” he questions, to which you shake your head ‘no.’ “just go on like this. you make me feel so good,” you draw out the last word, looking up at him and biting your lips. 

“as you wish, pretty.” 

he continues his rhythm but adds on a little momentum when he’s meeting your hips, and you feel yourself go insane at how he’s making you feel. warmth tingles all over your body and it pools in your stomach. vernon lifts you and encases you in his arms, as he’s trying to draw out your climax and his own. you once again wrap your arms around him and kiss him, feeling your orgasm shuddering through. he rests his head on your shoulder blades, emptying his fill inside you and you shiver at the feeling of his cum painting your walls. securing your arms around him, you also rest your head on his shoulders. 

and you wish you could freeze this moment, forever in the arms of your lover.

cherry blossom avenue.

❀ genre: angst/fluff; arranged marriage!au; f2l!au;

❀ pairing: jin x reader; 

❀ length: 23.0k;

❀ synopsis: college would’ve been unbearable if it weren’t for your wallowing sessions with your best friend jin over a shared “forever alone” woe, so it really was only a matter of time until the two of you sealed a shoddy promise to betroth the other at the age of 27. perhaps it was only a silly joke to you then, but you should’ve known better nonetheless; because when a wedding invitation arrives five years later down the road with his name signed next to another’s, feelings that were once buried begin to blossom once again.

“Don’t be a homewrecker.”

What was supposed to be a light-hearted tease over your fleeting glimpses in his direction bears much more weight than even reality should have; and unbeknownst to her, even if your friend’s commentary strikes a fear in you, a fear that has some creature eating away at you and a horrifying drop in the twisted pain of your chest, the daunting knowledge of a potential truth behind her words pale in comparison to the anguish brought upon by a familiar face of the past. 

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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?”