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the morning after (the scoups one)

pairing: gn!reader x scoups

contains: mentions of previous sexual activity, not much detail

word count: 430

a/n: i'm thinking of writing a series of drabbles for just morning after moments like this. this isn't really smut, but i'm tagging it because it's suitable for mature audiences.

the sunlight from your bedroom windows makes you squint as you try to open your eyes, blinking away the sleep while the light vibrations from someone’s texting hum through the room – 

wait. 

why is there someone texting in your room?

edit: who is texting in your room? next to you? in your bed? 

you remain frozen as your memories catch up with your panicked thoughts, and flashes from last night flood through your brain – soft lips curved in a playful pout when you won a dart game, black shirt clinging on to a muscled frame, calloused fingers caressing your jaw through a kiss, strong hands holding your thighs apart as you came undone. 

seungcheol. that’s who’s in your bed on this sunday morning, texting. 

he must’ve noticed something in your posture, for he calls out your name softly, and the sound takes you back to last night, to how your name sounded in his voice as you left kisses on his neck, and —

okay, no. it’s too early for this. 

“hey”, you respond, turning around to face him. he looks delicious, you can’t help but think, with his bare chest peaking out from under the covers and his hair sitting messily atop his head. you wonder what contributed more to its current state – his sleepy movements or your fingers threading through it last night. 

“you’re awake”, he puts his phone away, and stretches out an arm in invitation, “how do you feel?”

“fine”, you scoot closer, resting an arm on his chest and entangling one leg with his, “you?”

“i’m alright”, he wounds his arm around to give you a gentle squeeze, and you catch the hint of mischief in his smile, “never better, actually”.

you don’t have time to respond before he catches your lips in a kiss, the hand on your waist squeezing your hip lightly, almost possessively. 

“i have to leave soon”, he whispers a few moments after you’ve pulled apart, breaking the content silence, “work stuff”, he looks at you then, slight anxiety visible in the lines of his face, “i wish i could – “

“it’s okay”, you rush out, “i have errands to run today anyway. i’ll see you – “ 

you hesitate. because really, when will you see him? although the two of you have known each other as acquaintances for a while, you’ve never been on a proper date. last night was unexpected, to say the least. how can you guess when you’ll see him again? 

or if he’ll even want to see you again?

“tonight?”, he prompts, his voice light with hope, “let me buy you dinner?”

get you, pt2 - seungcheol (m)

summary: neighbor!seungcheol. after your first date with cheol, you just keep falling harder. you start sharing more and more of your life with him, opening up your heart and home to the prince charming from across the hall. 

word count: 12.2k (part two/?) part one

warnings: afab reader (some gendered terms), nsfr (not safe for ramadan), cussing, smut!!!! fingering, oral (f receiving), protected sappy lovey dovey sex

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The way coup's aftercare would be the softest thing ever

The way you’re so right!!! It would be so freaking soft. That man loves taking care of people and he extra loves taking care of you. Aftercare is the one place he can baby you 100% and you happily let him.

I feel like Coup’s aftercare would start practically. After a tender kiss and asking if you’re okay, he’d grab some wet wipes, wiping his cum (and other fluids) off you. And then he would make sure you pee after sex. Doesn’t matter how lazy you’re feeling or how much he just wants to lay there with you, he will force you to go pee. No UTI’s under his watch.

While you head to the bathroom, he’d quickly make the bed and clean up himself before grabbing some water and just-in case-snacks. As soon as you’re done, he’d be waiting by the door with the water. He needs to make you’re hydrated okay! And then comes the good part.

Under the blankets, he’d wrap you up in his arms making sure you’re nice and warm. And he’d shower you with kisses - forehead kisses, nose kisses, cheek kisses, kisses all over your face, and of course, kisses kisses.

He’d rub your back, asking if you’re feeling okay, if there’s anything you would want to talk about, especially if it was a particularly rough session. He wants to make sure you always feel safe with him. And you’d ask him if he was okay, if there’s anything he would want to talk about, because you always want him to feel safe with you.

He’d play with your hair, gently stroking it as you both talk about anything and everything, bursting into laughter at the dumbest things. He’d smile to himself as you start yawning and your words become less and less understandable.

‘Go to sleep baby, my tired little baby’ he’d say cutely, pinching your cheeks, as you’d try to convince him you’re not tired. Having said that, you’d feel yourself sinking into him as you drift off, his hand still stroking your hair. ‘Sweet dreams, my love’ he’d whisper, hoping to see you in his.

After he’s sure you’re asleep, he’d give you a final kiss goodnight before drifting off himself.

how svt react to you asking for a kiss

➥ 2k words total

➥ tags: ot13. fluff and romance. teasing. pet names (angel, dove, baby), but no explicit mention to gender. some suggestiveness.

➥ choi seungcheol 

he gets incredibly mischievous about it. seungcheol’s eyes get a little sparkle, his cherry pink lips perk up in a smile. he’ll act coy, leaning against the wall, bracing himself against the counter, cocking his head. “me? you wanna kiss me?” and when you nod, he’ll let his smile twist into a satisfied smirk. he’ll slip a hand to your jaw and guide your lips to his. when you two pull away he’ll take in the flutter of your lashes, the way your lips remain parted, as if you’re still wrapped up in the kiss, and he’ll find that he can’t help but kiss you again. he loves it when you ask for affection, loves it when you unconsciously stroke his ego and make him feel wanted and desired. 

➥ yoon jeonghan

like seungcheol, jeonghan gets mischievous about it. he loves teasing you, the cutest person in the world. he’ll giggle, leaning and placing his hands on your cheeks so he can squish them together. “does my little dove want a kiss?” he’ll ask, delighted. if you huff and roll your eyes he’ll laugh some more before pressing a kiss to your forehead. you’ll pout and say not there, and he’ll pretend not to know what you want, pressing kisses to the rest of your face and laughing as you whine for him to kiss your lips. if, when he asks if you want a kiss, you nod and widen your eyes, the picture of innocence painted on your face, he’ll coo and oblige, complimenting you on how absolutely adorable his little dove is. 

➥ hong joshua

the maknae of the 95-line is not immune to impishness. josh’ll giggle his little airy laugh, eyes crinkling with delight and adoration. he’ll turn back to whatever he’s doing, feigning indifference. “sorry baby, but i need to finish this level in my game.” when you whine, tugging on his clothes, he’ll giggle some more. you’ll have to call him joshie in a cute little way for him to drop the act. he just likes to see you desperate for him, likes to see your feathers ruffled. but as soon as you’re acting cute it’s game over, and he’ll feel his heart stutter in his chest. then josh will pull you into his arms, pressing kisses to your mouth and apologizing. “sorry, baby, you’re just so cute when you’re desperate for my kisses.”

➥ wen junhui

he might not hear you at first, lost in his phone. but once you press against him, laying your cheek against his arm and peering up at him with wide eyes, he’ll be trapped. it’s not hard to get jun where you want him. he’ll drop his phone and turn to you, eyes wide and delighted. jun loves affection, loves the feeling of being loved and how it feels to give his love. jun will guide your face to his and kiss you, loudly saying how he guesses he’ll take time out of his busy schedule to kiss his darling. but the whole time he does it he’ll be grinning, his smile seemingly taking up half of his face. just so you’re warned, however, that there’s no asking for just one kiss from junhui. if you ask for one, he’ll give you a hundred. so you better be prepared for him kissing you, pulling away and acting as if he’s done, only to press forward again. “sorry. one more kiss, then we’re done!”

➥ kwon soonyoung

just like junhui, if you ask for one kiss you’ll be getting a hundred. soonyoung will drop everything to kiss you, to give you affection. if he’s not making you feel loved then what’s the point?! he’ll grin wickedly, draw you into his arms and wrap himself around you. he’ll act like some middle school boy, all giggly and coy. he might even wiggle his way over to you, giggling and boyish. it might take you more effort to get his attention if he’s practicing. you’ll have to be dramatic about it, sighing and flopping on the ground. you’ll have to bemoan how you’re withering away, and soonyoung will catch sight of you. he’ll pull his shirt up from his stomach to wipe at his face as he makes his way over to you, dropping on the floor next to you. he’ll press a chaste kiss to your lips and apologize for working so hard, but will promise to make it up to you. 

➥ jeon wonwoo

if you ask for a kiss in public, at the most you’ll get a quick little peck on the lips. more often than not it’ll be a discrete little kiss to your cheek with wonwoo fighting to keep his face passive. if you’re cooking and ask for one wonwoo will immediately oblige, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing himself into your side. he’ll press quick kisses along your neck and jaw before he’s using a finger to turn your face so he can kiss your mouth. while he’s gaming or reading is another story again. you’ve learned to compromise at this point in your relationship. you can slide up next to him, tug on his sleeve and look at him pitifully. wonwoo will glance at you and immediately know what you’re warning, and he’ll promise as soon as he finishes his game or chapter, he’s all yours. and he’ll make it up to you, sliding one hand into your hair and the other around your waist, guiding you into him, his mouth finding its home against yours. 

➥ lee jihoon

you’ll have to ask when no one is looking. you’ll have to hold him back from leaving the car, letting others pile out before the two of you. then you’ll have to be quick, as to not arouse suspicion. everyone will know what you were doing in the car anyways, jihoon’s attempts at disguising the flutter of his heart falling short. if he’s in his studio, working away, he’ll have his headphones on. and so the best way going about it, you’ve found, is to start kissing him. press kisses to his biceps, trace them up the path of his arm to his shoulder; press them to his neck. by the time you’re kissing his jaw he’s fighting the urge to smile. he’ll stop what he’s doing, sigh, and take off his headphones. “how am i supposed to get any work done when you’re here?” he’ll pout, grabbing your face and holding it. but don’t let jihoon’s gruff fool you. he’ll know what you’re up to as soon as you kiss his arm, and each and every time you do it he’ll allow you, heart picking up speed in his chest. 

➥ lee seokmin 

asking seokmin for a kiss is walking into a trap. as soon as you’re pouting up at him, he’s cooing at you and launching himself into your space, lips pressing rapid kisses over your face. you won’t be able to get a word in, and the more you protest the more time it’ll take for his attack to be over. but if you look at him after he’s done kissing you and he finds you particularly cute, be ready for it to start all over again. he’ll tell you how pretty you are, how cute you are, how much he loves you. if you’re around people when you ask, be prepared for something quick and shy. his cheeks will color and he’ll glance around to make sure no one’s watching. sometimes seokmin will act coy about it, teasing you. he’ll wrinkle his nose at you, grinning. “oh, does my pretty angel want a kiss from me?” and he’ll listen to you whine and pout for a handful of minutes before he’s wrapping his arms around you, his mouth sliding against yours. 

➥ kim mingyu

he’ll turn to you, turning the heat on the stove down low. mingyu will take you into his arms, hook one of his fingers underneath your chin and tilt your face up towards him. he’ll smirk, pride coursing through his veins at seeing you so desperate for his kisses, so desperate for him. “aigoo,” he’ll coo, taking no measure to keep the smug look off of his face. “how cute you look right now, wanting me so much.” he’ll listen to you argue for a couple of seconds, listen to how you beg for a kiss. then mingyu will be grabbing your waist and setting you on the counter, pressing himself between your legs, attaching his mouth to yours. or, if you’re just in the mood for some chaste kissing and love, you’ll rest your head against your arm and peer up at him. he’ll coo at you, taking your face in his hands. he’ll kiss you, complimenting you all the while, how cute you are, how sweet your lips are against his. 

➥ xu minghao

ask him in front of someone and he’ll act like a scandalized grandma seeing you wear shorts that don’t reach your knees for the first time. if you’re feeling needy in public the best thing to do is just lean against him; he’ll wrap an arm around you, holding you close. but in private? ask minghao for a kiss and he’s trying to suppress his grin, sliding his bookmark into place. he’ll softly scold you, saying things like how you’re always trying to distract him, how you hate it when his attention isn’t on you for more than five seconds. meanwhile his body will be betraying him, minghao opening his arms and coaxing you into his lap. finally once you’re seated on his thighs he’ll grin up at you, a satisfied look on his face. “go on,” he’ll say, cocky. “you wanted a kiss so bad. go ahead and kiss me, then.”

➥ boo seungkwan 

he’ll be busy texting on his phone, of course. or he’s watching a variety show, giggling along. if you ask for a kiss he’ll press a chaste one to your temple, not really paying attention. you’ll have to act cute, tugging on his sleeve, murmuring kwannie. seungkwan is weak for cute things, from puppies and kittens to moon junhui’s three-set cat aegyo. as soon as you’re acting pitiful for his attention he’s watching you, endeared. he’ll begin to mimic you, pitching his voice higher or lower to imitate your own voice. he’ll cup your cheeks, squishing them together, further endearing you to him. he’ll ask you want you want, and as soon as you’re saying you just want a kiss he’s giggling, pulling you close. he’ll still be laughing as he kisses your forehead and cheek, until eventually his lips land on yours. 

➥ chwe hansol 

you’ll have to say it outright. when you stand in front of him, hands on your hips, peering down at him. he’ll peer up at you, confused. “me? you want to kiss me?” and then you’ll roll your eyes and say yes, of course you want to kiss your boyfriend! and he’ll grin, shaking his head and setting aside his phone, acting as if someone was trying to gift him a car or something. he’ll guide you to settle in his lap, arms loosely wrapping around your middle. then hansol will blink at you, waiting. you’ll roll your eyes and push forward, pressing your lips against his. hansol will assume you meant a one-and-done type of deal, and when you’re sliding your mouth against his again, after the first initial peck, he’ll be surprised. but then hansol, who’s easily adaptable, will realize just want you’re wanting, and he’ll be all for it. 

➥ lee chan

ask chan for a kiss and he’s immediately getting cocky. lee chan loves feeling needed, loves it when you ask for things. whether it’s help reaching something or a kiss, chan is immediately puffing out his chest and grinning. he’ll raise his eyebrows. “oh, you want a kiss, do you?” and he’ll maintain this cocky attitude until your lips are nearing his. and then he’s giggling, so much so that he can barely kiss you. you’ll pull away, frowning. chan will try and suppress his laughter, one hand going to your hip to hold you still and keep you from backing up further, the other sliding to hold your jaw. “sorry, i’m sorry baby. one more chance.” and then chan is kissing you properly, like he’s made to do it. he’ll put passion into your kisses, just as he does singing and dancing, pouring his love into every single press of your lips, every single slide of his tongue against yours. he’ll apologize for not giving you attention through his kiss and won’t let up until he’s satisfied. 

bf!seventeen scenarios

you stirred in bed as you felt the pain become more and you curled up, closing your eyes as the cramps took over your body. you somehow managed to reach over the mingyu’s arm trying to shake him awake. “gyu”, you call out and he stirs awake beside you. he manages to turn on the bedside light and sees your teary eyes, sitting up immediately. you don’t have to tell him because he already knows. he’ll gently rub your back as he tells you that he was going to get you a hot water bottle. he’ll be back soon and the heat and warmth help. mingyu would gently scoop you in his arms as you rested your head on his chest and he’d rub gentle circles on your lower back to help ease the pain. “thanks”, you tell him softly and he hums in response. you’d fall asleep in his warmth and embrace and he’d not move, letting you sleep. he’d honestly hate seeing you in pain and would be glad you were feeling a bit better.

“baby i need your help”, seungcheol calls out for you as he appears in the room. “what’s wrong?”, you ask. “i need help with my tie”, he says. “but i don’t know how to”. “i’ll teach you hm i just can’t seem to get it right today”, he explains. little did you know this was a lie and he just wanted you to do it for him because he’s a big baby and just wanted to sneak in those extra few minutes with you before leaving for the event. he tells you step by step as you furrow your brows in concentration as you try to follow him. “like this?”, you ask, not looking up, and you’re completely oblivious to the way seungcheol is looking at you with the most whipped smile. “yeah and just pull it now”, he says and you do. it looked proper and you pull it and adjust the tie on him, looking at him. “there, is that okay?”, you ask and he nods “perfect”, he says as you straighten his blazer. you’re about to step back but he doesn’t let you go, bringing his arms around your waist. “aren’t you forgetting something?”, he prompts. “um no?”, tell and he proceeds to pout his lips, asking for a kiss. “really cheol”, you say, rolling your eyes but you give him a kiss nonetheless. and now seungcheol would always ask you to do his tie for him.

dokyeom singing you to sleep if you had trouble falling asleep. he’d hold you in his arms as he caressed your hair and softly sang to you. he’d sometimes send you voicemails of him singing so you could listen to them if he wasn’t able to be with you at that moment.

late-night calls with wonwoo who would be there to comfort you if you were having a hard time sleeping or having a bit too much anxiety. he'd distract you by telling you about his day and anything fun and interesting that's happened and you'd listen, the distracting helping. listening to his voice always brought you comfort and make you feel safe.

late-night period cravings with chan and that's how he was now driving you to the nearest mcdonalds drive through. he'd be more than happy to drive you and even offer to get it delivered but you wanted to go out, sick of being in bed all day. he'll know your order by heart and watch as you eat, content. and he'd just be happy because you were happy. he loved seeing you smile and he loved the way your laugh sounded in his ears. and of course, you steal a few bites of chan's burger because somehow what he orders was always good.

Remind Me Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Fem!Reader Tags: 2.7k, fluff, humor. Summary: You’ve had a little too much to drink at your sister’s wedding and can’t understand how or why Choi Seungcheol of all people is assigned to babysit you.

Warnings: mc gets drunk, cheol sleeps in underwear only (u can fight me on this), like one (1) unintentional innuendo.

Okay, so…in retrospect, getting absolutely wasted at the wedding reception was not your not your brightest shining moment. 

To be fair though, you had warned your sister about the overwhelming nerves you were having over not only being her Maid Of Honor and ensuring her perfect day was indeed perfect but also being the one delivering one of the biggest speeches of the night. 

She told you to relax, have a drink. Everything would be just fine. 

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seventeen & touch-starved s/o (hhu ver.)

an / entirely written for a friend of mine but here. also whoever is reading this i love u have a good day 💓💕💖💗💞💘💝💖💞💕💗

SEUNGCHEOL.

bear hugs that are somehow simultaneously gentle but also tight

props his chin on your head/shoulder

murmurs in your ear a couple times to make sure you’re alright

“hello?”

“hi,” you say softly into the phone. “um. it’s me.”

you can hear the smile in your boyfriend’s voice when he replies. “hi, baby. everything okay?”

“yeah!” you respond, too quickly with a voice pitched slightly too high. “everything’s fine! just… gonna go to bed now, i think.”

“i’m on my way home right now.” cheol answers the unasked question with ease. “don’t worry, baby, you’ll get your cuddles.”

which is why he’s unsurprised when you’re waiting by the door the moment he arrives home, clad in your pyjamas with a freshly-washed face, flinging your arms around his neck the moment he crosses the threshold.

WONWOO.

will quite literally let u do anything

most patient man fr

his hands, his hair, his thigh — it’s free real estate (but only for you)

it’s nearing 1 in the morning when you start missing wonwoo’s touch.

he’s not far, just on soonyoung’s couch. dinner had turned quickly into drinking games — you’d sat out, instead volunteering to clean the kitchen with vernon and jihoon. which was nice and fun and whatever, but as you sidle up to where wonwoo’s sitting on the sofa, you feel the sudden intense urge to just… cling.

that’s how you end up next to him, with his large hands in yours, you fiddling with his fingers, tracing his palm lines — comparing hand sizes and stroking his knuckles. he doesn’t even flinch, just listening to jeonghan’s story and nodding in all the right places; at some point, he even raises your joined hands to his lips and brushes a kiss over your knuckles, leaving you blushing with the slightest smirk tilting his lips.

MINGYU.

will drop everything to give you the hugs that you need and deserve (and i mean EVERYTHING)

good luck trying to get him to let go

the things i’d do to be hugged by him… those arms probably feel like the safest place in the world

it’s been one of those days — long and tiring and just wrong. which is why when mingyu hugs you in greeting as you step inside, it takes you all of two seconds to burst into tears.

“baby? are you — oh, sweetheart,” he gasps, as you start to shake into his chest. “don’t cry. c’mere. my baby, what is it? what happened?”

you can’t do anything but blubber helplessly, but he doesn’t mind in the slightest, pressing loving kisses everywhere he can reach. his arms stay around you the entire time, as he guides you to the couch, pulls you into his lap and soothes you with gentle touches and quiet murmurs. before he eventually starts cracking jokes — “i’ll buy out your company and never make you work again, if you want.” — and ordering your favourite takeout.

VERNON.

lets you do anything to him (2)

he’s so funny i feel like sometimes he’s just calling you dude but also he might just come out with the smoothest shit right when you don’t expect it

probably fiddles with your hair when he hold you

“vernon?”

“mm?” he glances up from him phone to find you standing in the doorway of the bedroom with round, pleading eyes. he knows immediately that you want something, and also knows immediately that he’ll grant you whatever it is. he always does, when you look at him like that.

you hesitate. “can i get a hug?”

as if he’d ever deny you that. he slides off the bed in one fluid motion, opening his arms and dropping his phone. “of course. come here.”

about a minute later, he attempts a pull away — you whine and tighten your arms, speaking into his shirt with a muffled plea. “just — a little longer? please?”

“as long as you want. i’ve got all day for you, baby.”

[04:15 AM] — seungcheol .

req by @cinnamoroxie, 332 words, idolverse, fluff, est. rs

"Y/N. Y/N."

"Mmph. Shh, I'm sleeping."

"Love, I need to go now," Seungcheol says with a chuckle, and you mutter drowsily, still half asleep. "You need to let go of me."

You grumble again, before eventually releasing him from your arms, letting him untangle himself from you, whining in protest at the cold when he lifts the covers. “Bye. Have fun.”

“What, no good morning kiss?” Seungcheol says teasingly, still in a quiet voice, because it’s four in the morning and normal people aren’t awake yet. “We have a really long schedule today, love. You probably won’t see me until night.”

You just hum in reply, not even opening your eyes. “Mm. Go.”

“Y/N, love... please?” he says, and there’s a beat where you don’t move, before you eventually unbury your head from the covers so that he has access to your cheeks.

It may be four in the morning, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get his morning kisses from you.

He presses his lips to your cheek, soft and loving, and you hum contentedly before burrowing into the sheets again. It’s dark, and he can barely see you, but he ruffles your hair and gives you another kiss on the top of your head for good measure.

“You’re going to be late,” you mutter in a blurred voice, and he just laughs.

“You’re probably right. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Anytime.”

The blunt response makes him chuckle again, and he bends down to tuck you in properly, pulling the covers firmly down around you.“Sleep well,” he says, gathering his clothes and backing out of the room to let you sleep for the rest of the morning. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Bye bye,” you murmur as he closes the door, and it’s four in the morning, but Seungcheol can’t help the warm smile that spreads across his face.

He’s not even left the house yet, but he can’t wait to come home to you.

seungcheol x chubby!reader headcanons

for @bbychocolat

loves to take you shopping and dress you up. whatever your style is, he knows what will look amazing on you and struggles not to tackle you into the dressing room when he picks out something especially good

his favorite pastime is cuddling with you. whether you’re on top or he is, if his skin is touching yours, he’s happy

he’s never slept better than he does in your arms or wrapped around you or under you or on top of you

pouts to high heaven when you tell him he can’t grab your ass in public, claims it’s his right as your boyfriend but refrains anyway. smacks your ass every time you pass him at home to make up for it

sometimes when he’s sad, he just goes wherever you are and pulls you to bed and lays you down and shoves his face in the softest parts of your body: your belly, your thighs, your chest, even your ass sometimes. always re-emerges with a smile on his face

we all know he’s not the best at cooking and he claims he’s not good at ordering, but as soon as you mention craving anything, he’s acquiring it. whether he can use an app or he has to call the store, if you want it, you’re getting it

brags that he’s your boyfriend to anyone who will listen: your friends, his own friends, people at the grocery store, randos on the street, anyone

is always thinking about you. buys things that remind him of you, soft blankets and and juicy peaches and cushy pillows and fluffy sweet cotton candy

picks you up for nearly every hug, doesn’t matter if he’s taller or shorter than you. he just loves the little squeal you let out and the way you cling to him even tighter before he puts you back down

he’s never happier or more fulfilled than when you’re on top of him and he’s buried inside of you, and he can kiss you everywhere and grab handfuls of your plush flesh and feel the impact of your hips hitting his over and over and over again

more chubby!reader here

𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆

(n.) the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

summary: in which seungcheol finally gathered the courage to make you his, permanently.

pairing: choi seungcheol x fem!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

warnings: kisses, nicknames, hand is on the thigh (?), wine, fireworks.

w/c: 1.7k

edited: by @pixieskie

nia’s notes: i had to write this. it was so fun to feed into my delusions. also im tagging my moots at the bottom to help spread this fic.

today was the day seungcheol finally gathered the courage to ask you to be his for forever. he'd been thinking about it for quite a long time but only now had he been preparing for it. 

he spent weeks looking for the perfect ring but nothing ever seemed to satisfy him, after all seungcheol only wanted the best of the best for you and it showed in everything. 

he visited jewellery stores every day and spent his free time searching for ring designs on the internet. and then finally he found it. he felt a sense of accomplishment the moment he placed the order for your ring.

everything was starting to feel real and at that moment, it hit seungcheol hard. he was going to propose to you. 

he spent the next few weeks in anxiety that you would find the ring and proceeded to change the hidden location of the ring every day. the first step being completed, the next step was to propose to you.

everyone who knew seungcheol knew he was someone who proclaimed his love in a very materialistic way, especially to you. 

he asked his friends to go with him to shortlist places for the occasion and that also took quite a lot of time. he drove 6 hours every day and spent the majority of his time watching vlogs of the venues they had chosen. after a painful month of travelling all over seoul, he finally found the perfect place to propose to you. 

after that came the most tiring step of them all, how was seungcheol going to propose to you? he needed decorations, venue reservations, to fly out your family on the other side of korea, a photographer - which he later decided that mingyu fit the role- he needed to get outfits and the hardest part was that seungcheol had to do it without you noticing. 

he made calls day and night to inquire about different things that were required for the proposal. he called your family members and personally invited them. seungcheol visited the venue every day and planned the decorations with a team of professionals. 

seungcheol was glad that you didn't catch on to his behaviour since he wasn't the best at keeping secrets.

after long months of planning, the day finally arrived. as usual, seungcheol went home and told you to get ready as he was taking you on a date.

you didn't expect anything, he was always taking you on surprise dates. seungcheol laid a beautiful red dress out for you on the bed with a note. you stepped out of the bedroom and there was seungcheol. he was fiddling with his watch as he stood in front of the room. 

hearing the door open, seungcheol looked at you and his world stopped. your hair framed your face perfectly and the matching red lip made you look irresistibly perfect. with his mouth open in awe, he walked towards you and held your hand, spinning you around. he listened to your giggles as the dress fluttered around you. 

being struck by your beauty, seungcheol felt so so happy to be yours. he watched as you walked over to the shoe cabinet and took out a pair of black heels. seungcheol made it over to you and stopped you before you could wear them. he got down on his knees and placed his hand under your heel before kissing your calves. 

now was your time to be speechless. you stared at him as he worked the latches on your heels. oh, how powerful you felt, for a man to be this in love with you that he got on his knees to slip on a pair of heels on you. 

seungcheol stood and gave you his hand for you to hold as support. no words were exchanged but you felt loved and appreciated each time seungcheol opened doors for you or gave you his arm to hold while you climbed down the stairs. 

the drive was the best description of innocent love, the both of you shared glances at each other and you smiled whenever seungcheol squeezed your thigh. it felt so intimate.

you decided to break the silence. "where are we going, my love?" you smiled at him and he looked at you when the car stopped at a red light. seungcheol reciprocated the smile and placed a kiss on your cheek before answering. 

"it's a secret, cherry." you blushed at the nickname. you've heard it for a long time but each time he calls you 'cherry', your heart picks up on a few beats. 

"oh come on!" you whined one last time hoping for an answer but all he did was smile and bring your hand to his mouth to place a gentle kiss on it. thankfully, this action made you forget about your destination as you sat there flustered.

the sun began to set and the sky had a beautiful pink gradient. it made this 'date' even more magical. while you gazed at the sky, you didn't realize you were at the destination until seungcheol opened the door and began walking towards you. 

he opened your door, and again held his arm out as support. you set your dress out as your eyes roamed the place in wonder. you've never seen such a beautiful restaurant before. the ocean glistened behind the restaurant. a small path connected the restaurant with the beach. 

the red sun was on par with the horizon. the scenery to you, looked like it had come out of a fairytale. not for seungcheol though. he was too busy staring at the fascination on your gorgeously sculpted face.

as much as he hated the hours of travel to look for this place, it felt like an accomplishment when you hugged him, thankful for this date. 

a waiter came up to you and guided the both of you inside the restaurant. 

seungcheol's hand rested on your lower back, and his body warmth immediately spread throughout your body, making you feel comfortable. the table that was reserved for the both of you was perfect. it had a view of the beach and the sunset that illuminated the restaurant, making it a beautiful hue of orange and pink. 

"did you order for us beforehand?" you asked after the waiter left your favourite wine bottle on the table. seungcheol got up from his seat and opened the bottle before pouring it for you. he knew that you loved it when he served you wine.

"only the wine, nothing else." seungcheol sat down in his place and grabbed your hand over the table, rubbing his thumb over it ever so gently. 

the menus were handed to you and seungcheol didn't let go of your hand even then, you smiled at his clingy behaviour. you skimmed through the menu and placed your order when the waiter came to collect it, seungcheol ordered a dish that you seem intrigued by, it was one that you had never heard of before.

there was a comfortable silence that enveloped the both of you as you stared at the sunset at the beach. it was romantic and private. no eyes were staring at the both of you, just you and seungcheol being sickly in love. 

the dishes arrived soon after and the both of you started eating, seungcheol made comments on how beautiful you looked and you couldn't respond, all you did was shyly giggle at each and every one of them. the both of you moved on to other topics and time flew. by the time the both of you were done eating, the sun had set completely, and the moon shone in the starry night. 

you and seungcheol walked towards the beach after he paid for the meal. hand in hand, you swayed them and took a walk on the beach. you shivered slightly at the chilly wind and seungcheol noticed as he immediately took off his trench coat and gave it to you.

you were about to walk further when you realised that seungcheol had stopped walking. you turned around with a confused expression on your face when you realised that he looked...nervous. 

"cheol, is everything okay?" you asked as you walked in front of him and cupped his face, you laughed out an apology when he flinched at the coldness of your palms. 

"yeah. um." he pulled away from you and held your hands before looking into your eyes. seungcheol's nerves were spiking up and he didn't know how to control it.

"you know the day i met you was the best day of my life. i was having a really bad day, but then you showed all happy and giddy. you put an automatic smile on my face and i didn't even know who you were." his words melted your heart, and you didn't even notice you were crying until seungcheol wiped the tear off your face.  

"and then we continued to meet at that coffee shop near hybe. after a few weeks, i finally gathered up the courage to ask you out. i remember being so nervous to talk to you, and then i found out your voice was sweeter than your personality." you laughed through the tears at the corniness of seungcheol's words. 

"after we started to date, i found out the real meaning of happiness. i used to dread coming home, it was so cold and dark but when you moved in, the house started to feel like my home, and soon my home turned into our home." 

you were sobbing at this point, and then seungcheol started shedding tears. 

"i want this to last my whole life, and i hope you want that too." you were nodding by the end of this sentence. 

and then seungcheol got down on one knee and pulled out a velvet box. you knew this was going to happen, but now that it was playing out in front of you, it felt surreal. "so, yn. can you make me the happiest man in this world and marry me?" 

he popped open the box and there the diamond studded ring glistened.  a single grey diamond rested on top and smaller white diamonds decorated the band of the ring. it sparkled in the moonlight, which made it even more magical.

you nodded profusely and sobbed harder as seungcheol shakily slipped the ring on your finger. he stood up and pulled you into a hug and brought you into a kiss, seungcheol dipped you as fireworks were set off in the distance. behind you, party poppers and cheers erupted from all of your friends and families. 

you couldn't stop smiling when everyone congratulated the both of you. after the congratulations, you could see everyone talking about your wedding and seungcheol was happy that he didn't have to go through planning that by himself. it was safe to say planning the proposal was stressful but so worth it.

you looked at seungcheol who was already looking at you lovingly.

"why are you looking at me like that, mr. choi?" you asked cheekily, you wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in.

"why? cant i look at my wife, mrs. choi?" the both of you smiled. 

"future wife." you corrected your fiancé.

"either way you're mine, mrs. choi." 

"that i am, mr. choi."

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you and choi seungcheol have been playing a game since the start of the summer.

it sort of went unspoken; lingering gazes and lopsided smirks instead of words. cat-and-mouse; who’s going to cave? who’s going to give in? who’s going to lose?

it was fun, at first. entertaining, even, sneaking out with him at night, speeding down your small town roads in his car, going absolutely nowhere. sneaking back in, muffling your giggles and waving him off from your window so he knows you’re inside okay.

ice-cream, sticky fingers, sandals on hot pavement; firework shows, drive-in movies, mall shopping. and through it all, undeniable tension lacing your every interaction with him. the feeling’s addictive — you could get drunk on it, the way the very air seems to crackle when the two of you are together.

the thing about addiction is that the highs don’t last long.

your sister calls it a situationship; your best friend calls it a pain in the fucking ass; your other friends call it a fear of commitment form both sides.

whatever it is, it’s starting to eat you alive, and you think you might just be the one to lose. not to cave, because you’re not stupid enough to actually confess to choi seungcheol; but you’re stupid enough to feel the need to.

especially on nights like tonight, where he rolls the windows down, lets the wind blow through his hair, sends you soft smiles every few minutes. seungcheol always has music playing in his car, you’ve noticed, but then, he’s been like that since you guys were in high school, three, four years ago. seventeen year old seungcheol was always getting in trouble with the teachers for having headphones in, among other things.

you were the opposite. invisible — quiet, one of those pleasure to have in class students. seungcheol was more than visible, he was noticeable. everyone noticed him.

“remember when you flipped all the chairs in mr daniels’ classroom, back in school?” you ask suddenly, breaking the silence.

a slightly smirk tilts his lips. “i didn’t know you knew about that.”

you scoff. “please. everyone knew about that.”

“he was an asshole,” seungcheol shrugs, instead of denying it. “he had it coming.”

“some might say you were an asshole back then,” you counter, and he whips his head to face you for a moment, before turning back to the road.

“who would say that?” seungcheol demands, but you can tell by his tone that he’s only joking, and he knows you’re joking too. “surely not you,” he adds. “we never even spoke in high school.”

which is true. your worlds hadn’t collided until well after high school — until last summer, when you were both twenty, through a friend of a friend of a friend, or something of the sort. now, you’re twenty-one, and he’s sneaking you out your parents’ house practically every night just for “a drive”.

these drives are slowly becoming self-destructive, because you’re falling deeper and deeper into him. he’s a flame and you’re the moth, running straight towards him blindly — and getting shocked when you get burnt.

“yeah, but i at least knew who you were back then!” you retort immediately, pulling yourself back to the present conversations.

“i knew you too!” seungcheol defends indignantly, his jaw dropping slightly.

“sure, cheollie,” you snort, patting his free hand.

he grabs your hand in his, interlacing your fingers, and you have to remind yourself to breathe, he’s just doing it to emphasise a point, this isn’t real, this isn’t more. “i did!” he insists. “we had the same english class. you sat in the second row from the back, right beside the window, and you had a clear pencil case and pastel highlighters, and at lunch you sat with your friends under the tree by the basketball court, and you had this ring” — he taps one of your favourite rings — “on almost all the time. and back in freshman year, you were nominated for class president and you turned it down. every time you had to introduce yourself and say a fun fact, you’d say your name and your favourite colour.”

you’re speechless, and seungcheol is enjoying it. “i told you,” he says cockily. “i did know you.”

“i stand corrected,” you say finally, breathing in deeply, thanking the stars above that he’s just pulled into your street, and you can freak out about this later. because everything about him — his earnest brown eyes, those stupid, beautiful dimples — makes you want to scream.

and you’re so lost in repressing this scream that you don’t realise he’s stopped the car opposite your house, and is looking at you in concern. “___?” he questions. “are you okay?”

you force a smile, already unbuckling and opening the door. “i’m fine! don’t worry!”

the next day, you get absolutely wasted.

you’re out without seungcheol, for once; with old friends from high school and newer friends from college, which is an odd mix, but once everyone’s downed a few shots, it doesn’t really matter.

you’re downing more than a few — fuelled mostly by the thoughts of a certain brown-eyed, dark-haired boy, which keep seeping into your mind; a never-ending stream of oh, he likes this whiskey!, and ahh, he loves this song! and a billion other things that remind you of him. ironic, that you go out to drink, cancel on him and his plans, in order to forget him, but all you can think about is him. you see him in everything; you miss him when he’s not near; and you come to the drunken conclusion that you’re falling a little too far into a summer fling, and you don’t know how to stop yourself.

and when it’s time to leave, your friends don’t quite know what to do with you. all you can whine about, against the judgement of that small sober corner of your mind, is cheollie, i miss him~, janeese, can you call him for me? and janeese, bless her patient soul, does exactly that.

he comes quickly. he always does when you call. but usually, you’re not drunk off your ass outside a bar — usually, you don’t greet him with a delighted gasp and a squeal (“you came! i knew you’d come for me!”). but he catches you when you fling yourself against him, steadies you and smiles against your shoulder. “hey, pretty,” seungcheol says, in that smooth, soothing voice of his, lips against your ear in a way that makes even your drunken self stir a little. “let’s get you home, yeah?”

you don’t say much of anything coherent until he’s trying to buckle you in the car, at which point you lift your drooping eyes and stare at his figure leaning over you. “you’re so handsome it makes me angry,” you accuse suddenly, brows furrowing in a way that makes seungcheol laugh — surprised, but endeared, as he tugs on a strand of your hair and pulls away.

“thank you,” he pronounces, with a mock bow, before shutting your car door and getting in on the other side.

he’s barely left the street when you start crying.

he doesn’t notice at first, only when you start sniffling — at which point his head whips towards you: “holy sh— baby, are you crying?”

“yes!” you wail, rubbing at your eyes furiously. his eyes are flicking rapidly between you and the road, one hand reaching out to grasp yours.

“what’s wrong? what happened?”

“you happened!” you choke through a dramatic sob, pushing his hand away. “you’re so mean. you’re mean to me, seungcheol.”

“mean— what did i do?” seungcheol’s worries features pull into a frown, and he rakes a hand through his hair. “tell me, baby, i’ll fix it. i swear.”

“that, for starters! the baby thing!” you declares, waving your hand with a grimace. “you make me all mushy inside and that’s mean — and you ask me if i’m fine and i say yes and i’m lying, by the way, so i guess i’m mean too — and you’re so pretty and — i don’t know! is this a game? am i a game?”

seungcheol had started pulling over halfway through your speech, and now he turns to face you properly, hands reaching towards you, and then faltering — he starts saying something, something brilliant and comforting and sweet, you’re sure, but you’re already cutting him off in your drunken fervour.

“i think,” and you hiccup here, sniffing weakly and turning away from him, “i think i might start loving you soon, and i just — i thought — maybe you could like me back, even a little, you know.”

this time, seungcheol does reach out for you, cupping your face, turning your face towards him slowly. “i do, baby,” he says softly, “more than a little, okay? much more.”

you lean against his tender touch with a weak sniffle and pitiful eyes gazing at him. “a lottle?”

a smile curves his lips. “yeah,” he agrees gently. “i like you a lottle.” he pauses, thumbing away your tears with delicate touches. “so don’t cry, okay? i don’t like seeing you sad — and,” he adds suddenly, like he’s just remembered, “i don’t like it when you call me seungcheol, okay?”

“that’s your name,” you say weakly. “what else do i call you?”

“cheol,” he suggests, “cheollie. baby.” he pauses, looks at you for a moment. “boyfriend.”

“okay, boyfriend,” you say, giggling suddenly. “take me home.”

an / this is requested by an anon as part of my 1k celebration event! prompt was the song cruel summer by taylor swift <3

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