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All Through The Night || csc x fem!reader

title from Lean On Me

Summary: You've been working too hard and sleeping too little, an unfortunate habit of yours. Not to worry, Cheol has a way of getting you to sleep.

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: 4.5k

Content warnings: SOFTDOM BOYFIE!CHEOL, porn with a modicum of plot, friends to lovers but i didn't show that here bc i didn't feel like it sorryyyyyyy, he's in love with you (i feel like y'all know what you're getting into by now, he's always gonna be in love w u in my fics), reader goes into subspace a lil, reader gets a lil teary eyed, oral (reader receiving), fingering, unprotected piv sex, breeding kink, petnames (baby, sweetheart, good girl), one spank, throat holding, manhandling (gently), UTI mention

tagging: @confusedbansheee (u ask for cheol so i give u cheol) @lenireads @junhui-recs (gonna work on jun for u next bby) @burningupp-replies @heeseung-lover686 @favehoshiposts (i love you too!!!!)

Seungcheol eyes your shaking fingers and baggy under eyes with displeasure. He’d already asked you when you slept last and you’d said ‘yesterday, I think.’ 

You think. 

The bright blue glow of your laptop illuminates the lip bitten between your teeth and worried furrow between your brows, and Cheol doesn’t think he can take it. 

He knows you haven’t slept well in days. 

He knows you don’t want to worry him. 

He also knows there’s one sure fire way to get you to sleep. 

But if he’s too obvious, you’ll resist, not wanting to give in to the help he’s desperate to give you.

So, he’ll have to be smart about this, take it slow. 

“Baby, come over here?” Cheol calls softly from the bed. 

You glance over, eyes softening when you see the look on his face, before you shake your head and say, “I just need to finish this, they need it by next week.”

“Yea, sweetheart, next week, you have plenty of time. Just come lay down with me for a second, I miss you,” Cheol adds in a bit of a whine and a pout for good measure. 

He sees your shoulders bunch up next to your ears before they relax with a sigh, and you push away from the desk with heavy limbs. 

Your steps seem leaden as you stumble towards the bed, legs shaking like a little baby deer, and Cheol rises from his lounging position to pull you between his knees. 

He smooths his hands from your hips up to your shoulders, digging his fingers in a little to get at the knots that always plague you after sitting at the desk for hours. 

Working your trapezius between thumbs and pointer fingers, Cheol lets his eyes wander over your face. Your eyelids have fallen closed, body swaying slightly in his grip, and he aches at the tired set of your mouth and the pinch of your brows. 

It had been hard enough to see you like this when you were just friends, when there wasn’t anything he could do to make you listen to him.

Now that you’re together, it’s worse, because he knows he can fix it but he doesn’t know if you’ll let him. 

So for now, Cheol just runs his hands from your shoulders to your hips, stopping for a quick squeeze, and continues onto your thighs. He pulls you closer, pressing his face into your tummy and grumbling softly because he knows you like how it feels. 

When your body loses some of its tension and more of your weight rests on him, he knows he’s got you. 

Cheol doesn’t want to move too fast though, knows you take some coaxing, so he leaves his face in your belly and starts kneading your thighs.

He’s always loved how they feel under his hands, plush and soft and warm, and he loves even more how they feel under his mouth. 

Cheol can feel you getting sleepier, and knows he needs to act soon if he’s going to act at all.

He wouldn’t care if you did just want to go to bed, he’d never pressure you or expect you to let him do this, but he knows it’s the only way to get you to fall asleep AND stay asleep. 

Cheol’s not sure if you’ll be up for it, tired and stubborn as you are, but it’s worth a try. So he starts shifting back, pulling you with him until he can lift one thigh up and settle your knee on the bed beside his hip. Your standing leg quivers, muscles weak from sitting at the desk for so long, and he swiftly pulls that leg up too, so you’re straddling him on the bed. 

He lets you sink down into his lap, moving his head from your belly to your neck, wrapping you up tight in his arms. The remaining tightness leaves your body and you heave out a sigh, resting your forehead in the spot where his neck meets his shoulder.

He rocks you for a bit, humming so you can feel the vibrations in his throat (and because you love his voice), before letting himself fall back onto the bed. 

Cheol loves feeling you on top of him like this, his own personal weighted blanket, soothing and cozy and familiar. If he didn’t have a mission to accomplish, he could easily fall asleep like this, evidenced by his own eyes getting heavy. 

But Cheol does have a task to complete and he won’t give up now, so he starts pushing off with one leg and tilting his body to the side, rolling over until he’s on top of you. You hum and snuggle deeper into his neck, but he can feel the restlessness rising back up in you, in the foot you wiggle and the fingers tapping rhythmically on his back. 

He lets you wake up a bit more, doesn’t like doing this when you’re too sleepy to participate, and waits until he feels your breath change to start grinding into you. 

Cheol presses his hips down gently, always likes to warm you up a bit, make sure you want it like he does. When he feels you press back, he knows you know what he’s doing. And he knows you’ll let him. 

You don't like to give up control, you like to be in charge in all aspects, except in bed with him. There’s hardly ever a clear power dynamic between you and him, always a give and take, and he loves it. He loves you. 

But sometimes, you need someone to tell you what to do, take the power out of your hands, make the choices for you. 

And Cheol is good at that, loves doing it, when it comes to you. He loves that you let him take care of you like this, put that trust in him, allow him to take the reins that you usually cling to so tightly. 

It can be scary to have this kind of power, this kind of responsibility, but it’s worth it, if it means he can help you. 

You’re seemingly up for it tonight, letting that familiar haze take over your eyes and your body settle further into the bed. He can see your face soften bit by bit, the line between your brows smoothing, unconscious frown relaxing back into the sleepy smile he adores. 

Cheol grinds down a bit harder, sliding his arms out from underneath you to smooth his hands down your body and rest them firmly on your hips. He squeezes at the flesh there before tilting your hips up so his dick can get right at you, your thin pajama shorts letting him get even closer. 

“You want me to help you relax, baby? Huh? Need someone else to do the thinking for a little bit?” He coos down at you, sure it probably sounds patronizing but meaning every word. 

“Yea, Cheol, need you,” you whisper back, whine in your voice, and he can feel the shudder travel all the way from his scalp to his toes. 

It always does something to him when you get like this, all soft and sweet. Cheol doesn’t feel the need to take care of you, to protect you, in your daily life but he does feel the desire. 

He pushes it down because he knows you’re independent and can get shit done yourself, but when you get like this? When you want him to take care of you? 

It activates something in him, something that tells him to kiss you and hold you and love you and fuck you. 

So he does. 

He slides his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, tugs them down gently, and spreads your thighs. Sometimes it helps to give you something to do, so he takes hold of each of your legs behind the knee and pushes them up, waiting until you grab them and hold them up yourself. “Keep them there. Okay, baby?”

Cheol feels heat rush down his spine and into his cock at the sight of you nodding, holding yourself open for him, your pussy already glistening with wetness and practically begging to be filled. 

He’s gotta make you wait though, make sure you’re exhausted enough to sleep by the time he’s done, so he can’t go too fast, can’t slide right in like he wants. 

Instead, he rubs his fingers up and down, spreading your wetness and opening you up slowly. Cheol waits until you’re whining and trying to buck your hips up before letting his fingers glide over your clit. You’re drenched already, little mewls escaping your lips, and he can’t keep you waiting anymore, not when you’re this needy. 

On his next pass, he lets his middle finger catch at your entrance and slip inside, just to the first knuckle, just to give you something to squeeze down on. Cheol won't give you more yet, not until you’re crying for it, but he will give you this. 

And maybe a little more, he thinks, letting you buck your hips until his finger is all the way inside, until you’re clenching down and he can feel your walls undulate around it. You already want to let go, Cheol can tell. But it’s not time yet, you’ll likely only get a few hours if he makes you cum so soon, so he withdraws his finger and shuffles down the bed until he’s eye level with your cunt. 

Cheol can never get enough of seeing you like this, your hands holding your own thighs up and open, pussy clenching around nothing, clit visibly throbbing. He just can’t resist, so he doesn’t anymore. 

All it takes is one firm swipe of his tongue from cunt to clit and Cheol’s groaning into you, voice deep and heavy with want. He can hear your weak whimpers overhead, and from the edge in your voice, he knows he’s got you right where he wants you. 

Cheol still won’t let you cum, but he will give you a bit more, sliding his tongue deep into your cunt and letting his nose rub into your folds. He sees your thighs quiver a bit, trying to close but you’re a good girl so you keep them open for him, and he rewards you with two fingers deep inside and his tongue on your clit. 

You’re keening already, cunt clenching around his fingers and trying to suck them in deeper, so he curls them upward and searches for the spot inside that always makes you gush. He knows he’s found it when your hips buck up and you lose your grip on your thighs, letting them down to close around his hand. 

Cheol lands a soft smack on the side of your ass, sliding his fingers out to push your thighs back up. You cry out at the loss, wiggling your hips to try to get his fingers back inside but Cheol levels a stern look at you and asks, “what are you supposed to be doing with your thighs, baby?” 

“Holding them up for you,” you respond with a pout. 

“And what did you do?” Cheol raises a brow at you. 

“I let go.”

Cheol can hear the tears in your voice and see the glistening at your lash line, and decides you’re too delicate for punishment tonight. 

“But you’ll keep them open for me from now on, right baby?“ He asks in a gentle tone, preferring tears of pleasure to tears of guilt. 

“Yes, Cheollie, I’ll keep them open,” you say with a small sniffle and a watery smile, eager to please him and to get his fingers filling you up again. 

“That’s my good girl,” Cheol coos at you, holding your gaze as he dips his head back down to lick at your clit. 

He can feel the shudder run through your body, your grip tightening on your thighs and your eyelids fluttering down. He can’t have that though, needs you to keep them open so they’ll feel tired later, so he says, “Eyes on me, baby,” and waits for you to open them before sinking his fingers inside you, three this time instead of two. 

Cheol has to press his hips into the bed when you cry out, your gaze locked with his and your sweet lips open. He thinks he’s kept you waiting long enough, thinks you’ll get through at least half the night if he makes you cum now, so he starts slowly building you back up. 

He fucks his fingers in deeper, as deep as they can go, and hooks them into your g-spot before sucking your clit into his mouth. Cheol can feel the change in you, can tell you know he’s about to let you cum, and just grinds harder inside you, tapping your clit with his tongue. He groans when he feels more of your wetness seep out around his fingers; you always leak like a faucet when you’re getting close, and he’ll never get enough of it, never get enough of you. 

You start shifting away though, arching against his movements instead of with them, and Cheol pulls off in confusion. 

“S’wrong, baby?” He asks in a throaty voice, panting a bit from having his tongue on you for so long. 

“Wanna cum with you in me, Cheol, please,” you ask weakly, but with a clear voice. 

Hm. 

He hadn’t planned on fucking you tonight with anything but his fingers and tongue but who is he to say no? 

Then again…

“You can cum twice, baby,” Cheol responds with a smile before licking around his fingers and gliding his tongue back up to your clit. 

“Oh, right,” you say breathlessly, letting your hips buck into him again. 

He’s relentless this time, pulling your bundle of nerves into his mouth and laving his tongue over it, leaving his fingers curled inside you so you can set the pace. 

Normally, you like that, but not tonight and he hears you groan in frustration when you can’t get his fingers to move how you want. 

And that’s not what Cheol wants, at all, he only wants to make you feel good, so he starts moving his fingers again. In and out, spreading them slightly each time to open you up for his cock, rubbing them into that rough spot inside you. 

His mouth picks up the pace too, suctioning his lips around your clit and pulling at you in pulses, groaning when he feels your walls start to clench rhythmically around his fingers. 

You’re getting close now, Cheol can tell, so he keeps fucking his fingers into you and maintains the pressure around your clit. Sometimes you like it when he ramps things up but when you’re in this headspace, you need consistency, so he does his best not to change anything. 

Your cries are getting higher and higher, mouth stuck open as you try to breathe through the onslaught of pleasure. Cheol can see how tightly you’re holding your thighs, constantly adjusting your grip to keep them open like he told you to, and he smiles around you, moaning into your wet pussy in wordless praise. 

You must know what he means, because your back arches higher and your eyes close, your cunt clenching down on his fingers so tight he doesn’t bother trying to move them. He just keeps them curled, pressing into your g-spot and letting them spread a bit, enough for you to be able to take his cock after. 

Your whimpers get so high they become soundless, air stuttering in your chest, eyes scrunched shut and thighs juddering under your own grip, and you cum with a veritable flood of wetness around his fingers. Cheol almost feels your orgasm like it’s his own, his cock twitching in time with the squeezing of your walls and his hips pressing down into the sheets. 

He laps you up, easing off you but leaving his fingers inside so you can ride it out, not wanting to overstimulate you too much. 

For now. 

When Cheol feels the last few waves moving through you, he slides out his fingers and sucks them into his mouth before gently prying your thighs loose from your hands and bringing them down to rest on the bed. 

They’re still twitching, your hips punching up a little as tiny aftershocks shoot through you. Sometimes you get muscle cramps after holding them up for so long so Cheol sets his hands on your thighs and carefully massages up and down the length of each of them, soothing the tired muscles and caressing your soft skin. 

Cheol can tell you’re tired now, almost ready to sleep, so he moves to rest his hands on either side of your hips and checks in. 

“How’re we doing? Still want me inside, baby?” He asks in the voice he only ever uses with you, tone gentle and loving and warm. He trails his hands up and down your body, rubbing at your belly and breasts under your (his) sleep shirt until you’ve gathered your wits enough to answer. 

You take a deep breath he can feel under his palms, your ribs expanding with air as you blink slowly, before nodding and reaching for him. 

“Words, sweetheart, I need you to tell me,” Cheol reminds you softly. 

“I’m good, Cheollie, still want you,” you respond sleepily, and he grins, leaning down to drop a sweet kiss on your lips before turning you onto your side and slotting in place behind you like pieces of a puzzle.

He’s always fit perfectly with you. 

As soon as he settles, you’re reaching behind to grab his arm and wrap it around your waist, tugging it up between your breasts and interlocking his fingers with yours. You get so touchy, so needy, after he makes you cum, and he revels in the extra contact with you. 

Sometimes he teases you, makes you wait longer, grinds his cock up and down your pussy, but not tonight. Tonight, he needs it as bad as you do. 

So Cheol pats your thigh, letting out a quiet, “up, baby,” into your neck, and slides home. 

There’s a bit of resistance, a byproduct of his size, but you love the stretch so he pushes through until he’s bottoming out inside of you. He can feel your low moan vibrate through his chest and answers with a groan. He always wants you to know how good you feel around him, always wants you to know how perfect you are, so he keeps up the praise for as long as he can speak coherently. 

“So tight like this baby, take me so well,” Cheol murmurs into the back of your neck, wiggling his free arm underneath you to wrap over your shoulders and pull you closer. 

You told him once that you loved when he surrounded you like this, and he’s never forgotten it. He thinks about your words now, grinding into you and trying different angles till he can tap your g-spot with every thrust. 

Cheol’s sure he’s found it when you gasp and jerk against him, not that you can go far when he’s got you cocooned like this. You get even wetter somehow, slick squelching out around his cock, and he knows you won’t last long. 

But neither will he, not after making you cum like that. 

He’s already twitching inside you, feeling the heat rushing down his spine and his balls starting to draw up, and he has to stop moving for a second, count backwards from one hundred to keep himself from cumming too soon. 

In the meantime, he gently untwines your fingers from his own and moves them down to circle your clit, trying to get you there before he does. The hand pressed to your shoulder moves to hold your neck, not squeezing, just resting at the base of your throat to ground you. 

When Cheol presses down a bit harder on your clit, your hand flies up to wrap around his wrist, and he can feel your grip tightening and loosening with every thrust, just like your pussy is around his cock. 

Cheol can feel you getting closer and closer, knows it won’t be long now, so he releases your throat and gently tips you onto your stomach, stretching himself out on top of you. 

One hand fumbles for a pillow, weight lifting off of you just enough to slide it under your hips, before he sets it next to your head to prop himself up. He stops circling his fingers, just keeps them on your clit, and grinds his cock into your g-spot, waiting for the hitch in your breath that tells him you’re almost there. 

In this position, Cheol can pull back enough to properly fuck you, so he does. He doesn’t go too hard on you, knows you’re delicate like this, and pulls out just enough to feel your walls trying to suck him back in before fucking into you. Little cries escape you, breathy and sweet, and he slides a gentle hand under your cheek to turn your face to the side so they’re not muffled by the pillow. 

His hips hit against your ass with every thrust, his eyes locked on the way your flesh bounces, and he can’t resist rising up on his knees a little so he can get a better view. 

It takes a lot of core strength but Cheol is able to move the hand bracing himself to grab a handful of your ass, resting some of his weight on you and knowing full well you can take it. His fingers dig deep, pushing your cheek to the side so he can watch his cock moving in and out of you, see how tightly your cunt clings to him. 

Cheol knows you love being on display, love how dirty it feels to have him spread you open, and he can feel it in the way you get tighter around him, clenching down harder and harder. You’re getting louder now too, his name flowing from your lips in between swear words and whimpers, and Cheol can feel his heart seize up a little with each utterance. 

Soon enough, you’ll be squeezing his cock so hard he won’t be able to move so Cheol savors the friction while he can, and looks forward to feeling you cum around him. 

Your back starts to arch, your hips pushing up into his thrusts and your cunt fluttering around his cock, swallowing him deeper and deeper until your body locks up, and you cum with a weak shout of his name. 

Cheol can’t hold out any longer, knows there’s no reason to, so he lets the heat in his stomach overtake him and buries his cock deep inside you one last time. He can feel his cum flooding into you in bursts, sees it start to gather at your entrance when your clenching walls squeeze the last bit out of him, and he lets go of your ass to brace a hand by your head again. His other hand leaves your clit, settling on the other side of your head as he rests his forehead on your back, panting into your skin. 

Cheol doesn’t move for a while, just whispers softly to you, telling you how much he loves you and how perfect you are and how he never wants to leave. He can feel your heart racing against his and you mumble back, angling your head towards him for a kiss. 

He realizes he hasn’t kissed you this whole time, which, frankly, is unacceptable so he pulls out slowly, pushing his cum back into you with gentle fingers, and rolls you over onto your back. Cupping your face in both hands, Cheol leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips. You remind him of Sleeping Beauty, your eyes closed and face tilted up toward him, expression sweet and free of stress. 

Cheol wants to let you sleep but knows you should go to the bathroom and wash your face. You’ll be so upset if you wake up to break outs and a UTI, and he can’t have that, so he clumsily crawls off of you and hoists you into his arms. 

His cum is starting to leak out of you, making him rush to the bathroom on light feet, and he sets you down on the toilet before cleaning himself off and going to put on boxers and get pajamas for you, giving you some privacy. 

When he returns, you’re naked and sleepily washing your face, elbows braced on the counter so you don't have to hold yourself up. Cheol fixes his eyes just above your head in the mirror, avoiding the dips and curves of your body and the way your pussy peeks out from between your thighs, knowing he’ll get hard again if he looks. 

On a regular night you’d probably be down for another round, maybe in the shower, but tonight Cheol knows you need to go straight to bed if you’re going to capitalize on your tired eyes and empty mind. So he steps up behind you, letting his slippers slap on the tile to make sure you know he’s there, and bends down to lift your feet into clean panties and pajama shorts. 

Your face is still wet but Cheol knows you like to air dry, so he carefully lifts his shirt over your head and pulls it down to cover you. He gives your hips a little pinch before moving next to you and starting to brush his teeth. You share sleepy smiles around toothbrushes, your hip bumping into his before you take turns rinsing your mouths, his heart swelling at the domesticity of it all. 

Cheol can feel you leaning more and more into him and he gathers you up in his arms once again, holding you close and heading back to bed. You grab handfuls of his shirt, fabric clenched between steady fingers, and let out the biggest sigh, any remaining tension fading from your body. 

Your soft breaths puff against his neck, chest rising evenly, as he tries to deposit you onto the bed without waking you up. He’s successful, for the most part, but your fingers won’t let go of his shirt and you hum a bit when he tries to remove them, so he just climbs over you into bed. 

Cheol wants to pull you into his arms, but he’s too scared of disturbing you, so instead he settles on his stomach and drapes a heavy arm across your body, thumb rubbing at your hipbone. He breathes out a quiet love you just before his eyes fall closed, and smiles, knowing it’s not a dream when he hears your groggy voice say it back. 

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for hard hours imagine sitting in between cheol’s legs with his hand rubbing your clit, the other hand around your neck, and his legs wrapped around yours to keep them open. sorry but the visual is INSANEEE to me and like him dirty talking in your ear with his deep voice 🧎🏻‍♀️

“thought you were more interested in playing your game, love.”

and it’s true—you were. then seungcheol, fresh out of the shower, took it upon himself to settle behind you, wrap an arm around your middle, and provide free, unsolicited commentary on your playthrough of breath of the wild.

then his hand under your tee, warm on your stomach (“when’s zelda showing up?” “she’s not in this area, loser.”). kisses, languid and more tongue than not, on your shoulder. his other hand finds your inner thigh, which would normally be fine, except it lingers a little high and you’re notably not wearing shorts.

no matter. you have things to do and none of them involve seungcheol at the moment. the controller is cool and grounding in your hands and you’re not easily distracted.

distraction is a cruel mistress, though, because two loading screens later, his thumb finds your clit through the silk of your underwear. he’s slow, gentle, just running it over the thin fabric.

“how’s takeout sound for dinner?” he asks, voice low. “sound good to you?”

“y-yeah.”

it’s your worst trait, but your stubbornness will not allow you to just put the controller down and let whatever is happening to just happen.

you buy some arrows, mind level as he strokes you over your underwear. never mind that you can feel his cock, half hard, pressed up against your back. you briefly think about the night before now, when you were gagging on it, your own hand down your shorts. but you digress—ignorance must be bliss.

“thai? greek? i can pick it up.” his voice has dropped an octave, and it’s such a little thing, but it still makes your tummy knot into itself. just a little more pressure on your sensitive cunt, and traitorously, your feel your thighs spread for him, just a little. “wouldn’t wanna distract you from your game.”

“you-you wouldn’t be.”

whatever he’s doing feels really fucking good, though. you’re scared to look down from the screen because you know you’ll see his forearm strong against your front, veiny hand between your legs, and it’ll all be over for you.

you kill some goblins. then he peels your panties, arousal-sticky, to the side, letting his skin kiss yours.

fuck, he swears under his breath, and you almost whimper out loud. two fingers slide between your pussy lips, and before you know it, he’s holding them in front of your face. they’re so, so glossy with your slick, and you let yourself go a little by taking them into your mouth. the tang hits your tongue and he groans behind you and you feel your mind fuzz up with desire all at once.

it’s dizzying but you are no quitter. not even when he bites your earlobe, murmuring something about how wet you are and how he wants to bend you over the couch and fuck you into tomorrow.

it’s a little harder when he’s fucking those fingers into you, trapping your legs behind his so you can’t avoid him any longer. your hands are losing grip of the controller and you’ve stopped trying to fight the rock of your hips into his hand.

“you were doing so good,” he laughs. “still focused?”

“y-yeah,” you breathe. “don’t know what you’re talking about.”

he grinds the heel of his palm into your clit, letting the pads of his fingers hook into your g-spot. “how about now?”

you shake your head, but you put the controller down. your eyes are watering with pleasure and you can’t really see the screen anyway.

teeth on your jaw. a hand on your neck. a rough thumb on your clit, and the cruel realization that he’s got you trapped in his arms and you like it.

“now?”

bf!seungcheol who loves snapping you back to reality when you're daydreaming while he's talking by holding your jaw, telling you "did my baby get distracted again?" with a playful smirk on his face, knowing fully well you're thinking about his cock buried deep in your pussy.

for science what are your favorite scoupsie hcs 🤓 i don’t think i’ve seen anything like this yet but i’m kinda lowkey obsessed with the idea of loser cheol 🌵

OKAY I DID TWO PARTS TO THIS ASK LOL —

MY FAVES HCS? HMMM

MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE HC is that cheol loves fucking in front of mirrors. especially if you had said something mean abt yourself, he literally won’t let it slide. he’s sitting you in front of a mirror, split open on his cock n he’s like, “no, baby, open your eyes ‘n look. look at me fuckin’ my pretty baby—“ AND IF YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES, HE THREATENS TO STOP.

he also makes you repeat after him n everything T-T “who’s my pretty baby?” “i-i am.” “good, say it to me now.” “i-i’m your p-pretty baby.”

i think hes a really good boyfriend in general. never fails to tell you how much he loves you or tell you how beautiful you are. wants to eat all of your insecurities bc to him, you’re literally a perfect doll and you deserve nothing but the world

i also like that he gives off sugar daddy in a sense where he just spoils the fuck out of his partner. if you want or express even the slightest interest in something, it’s yours before you can blink— price doesn’t matter bc you are priceless to him

he’s a soft dom through an through. like he loves praising you for taking him :( loves the way you babble for more of his cock even though youve cum countless times :( loves making you go stupid all for him while he just coos and tells you how much a “good baby” you are

EVEN THO HES A SOFT DOM, i think he’s also #1 brat tamer. he will not put up with an attitude and is so quick to put you back in your place. he’ll entertain you for a lil, but the second you start getting testy, he’s bending you over and making you apologize and beg if you wanna cum

PUSSY EATING KING !!!$$!!!!!! HE JUST KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING

hmm, i also think he’d be really possessive [which is so fucking hot to me] and he’d say my in front of any pet name. [i.e. my baby, my angel, my princess, etc.]

personal preference, but i would enjoy calling him sir and i think he’d fuck with it

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AS FOR LOSER CHEOL?! i’ve literally never thought of him as a loser, just someone that can ruin me but maybe i can think of something…..

maybe ? english lit major loser!cheol who nearly cums in his pants every time he sees you. he always thinks you don’t notice him staring at you from across the lecture, but you do, and you think it’s really cute that he has a crush on you. you give him a chance because, yeah he’s kinda dorky and really good at english, but he’s… definitely not ugly. quite the opposite, actually. and the more you think about him, the more you think about him with his head between your thighs, foggy glasses framing his face??

so you stop him after class one day and he looks so shocked, about to stutter out an apology for no reason. before he embarrasses himself, you ask him if he can peer review one of your essays for the class and he … generously (and nervously) agrees.

so now you’re in your dorm and cheol’s trying to read your words on the page, but they’re starting to blur together because he can smell you. he can smell your sweet perfume on you and on your bed sheets and now he’s hyperaware of the fact that … he’s in your room where you sleep and where you shower…. naked… in the bathroom over…. how you probably have spent nights with your fingers in your cunt on the very bed he sits on.

and it’s almost too much, but he literally loses it when your hand touches his arm. “cheol? is it bad, you look like you’re in pain?”

“fuck-“ he curses under his breath, the quietest whimper coming out and you piece it together. he’s turned on. “i-i need to—“

you smile, feeling flattered. “i can take care of you, cheol… if you proof my paper… i can offer my mouth?” you suggest and when he gives you wide eyes, you panic over the fact that you may have misread the situation. “i-i, nevermind- sorry, that was w—“

“please?” he breaths out, moving the paper fro out of his lap to reveal the large tent in his pants. “please, i’ll do anything…”

11:59 P.M. — CHOI SEUNGCHEOL࿐

summary. cheol offers you a striking incentive to help you turn in your assignments due at midnight.

wc. 2.1k

warnings. soft service top!cheol but also soft dom (?), so much praise, cockwarming, cheol w/ a BIG [redacted], dumb!fication, pet names [princess, baby, pretty, good/smart girl], unprotected s2x, creampie (yum), desk s2x <3 both of them are very desperate ><

note. happy belated birth 2 me ^^ to celebrate, i’m posting my first (100% self-indulged) cheol fic (it’s long overdue, i know.) reblogs are greatly appreciated mwah!! ily all sm <3 [ not proofread ]

“cheollie…” you whimper softly, eyes fluttering close. “please…”

seungcheol smiles, lips pressed to your ear. “did you finish, baby?” he asks with a voice barely above a whisper. when you shake your head, muttering out a soft ‘no,’ he simply hums. “how much more do you have?”

“i-i only have 150 more words to write,” you tell him breathily, hands tensing up as you think about how full you are of his cock. “but i can’t focus anymore… i dunno what else to say.”

“oh, maybe i should take you–”

you cut him off with a desperate cry before he can even suggest taking you off his cock. “no! no, don’t– but…maybe i should turn it in as is?”

“you’re doing so well, though, baby. i know you can do it, you’re my smart girl.” he coos. “plus, that wasn’t our agreement.”

right, you think. the stupid agreement. 

seungcheol saw how much you were dreading your school work so, naturally, he offered to let you sit on his cock while you did your assignments. you both agreed– him more than you– that as soon as you turned in all of your work, he’d then treat you just the way you needed. 

but now the only thing you can think about it is his stupidly big cock and his buff arms wrapped around you and the stream of arousal that pools at the base of his length. it’s almost overwhelming how he’s filled your senses. 

“i know, cheol, but i’m tired– i wanna fuck.” you whine and he chuckles at the vulgar words. 

“i’ll only fuck you if you finish your work, princess, you know that.” he reprimands. “c’mon, it’s 11:23, start typing.”

you groan, hands falling to your keyboard. you do your best to come up with 150 more comprehensible words and, for the most part, you’re doing well. you easily write two sentences of 53 words, but when cheol accidentally shifts under you, your hands freeze and you let out a soft whimper. 

when you clamp tightly around him, the softest sigh slips his lips. “‘m sorry, baby, keep going.” he says, trying to control himself. 

“you’re teasing me on purpose, cheol,” you whine, eyes fluttering close when you feel his cock twitch inside

“‘m not, promise.” he whispers, hot breath fanning against your neck. “just feel s’good, can’t wait to fuck you.” 

you gasp, brain going haywire at the words. a soft moan slips your lips and a lightbulb goes off in cheol’s head. 

he knows exactly how to get you to finish your work. 

he smiles cheekily, “you want that, right, princess? you want me to fuck this pretty lil cunt full, yeah?” his voice is low as his lips trail up to the shell of your ear. 

you huff. “fuck… yes– i want that.” 

“i know, baby,” he murmurs against your ears. “just 97 more words ‘n i’ll let you turn off that big brain of yours and fuck you stupid– you can do that for me, can’t you?”

you shudder, nodding your head incessantly. you take a deep breath and let your eyes refocus on the screen at your desk. seungcheol proudly hums, chin resting on your shoulder as he watches you type. 

it’s obvious you have no idea what you’re talking about. your trigger fingers clack against the keyboard as if your life depends on it, but your sentences are nearly incoherent. you forget your commas and apostrophes and proper capitalization, but he can’t find it in him to correct you. he knows how badly you need this and he also needs it just as bad.

when you type your last period and press submit without proofreading the work, you let out a cry of relief. it definitely wasn’t your best work– probably your fucking worst– but you’re nearing the end of the semester and you could truly care less about what your professor thinks of you. you let out a sigh, instantly grinding down and clamping around seungcheol’s cock as soon as you see the ‘submitted’ sign on your computer. 

“so good,” he moans, hands guiding your hips. “my smart girl, you did so well, fuck.”

“oh my, god.” you whine desperately. “cheollie, y-you’ll fuck me right?”

“god, yes.”

unbeknownst to you, too caught up in your own desperation, seungcheol was needy. probably just as needy as you. you wrapped around him so nicely– you always fucking do– and it has been driving him up a wall for the past hour. he wanted, so badly, to buck his hips up to fuck into you, but he had to control himself. he had to let you finish your work before you could finish in the way you deserved. 

but now, you’re done and he plans on ravishing you till the only thing can say is his name. 

his hands grip your waist tight, halting your movements and ripping a loud whine from your throat. 

“up.” he demands softly, pulling you off his cock. 

you pant, “but cheol–”

“promise i’ll give you what you want, baby— told you i would—  but not like this, yeah? let me take care of you.”

you nod dumbly, lifting up and whining in the process at the emptiness. seungcheol grunts, already missing the tightness of your pussy, but he quickly moves to spear you back on to him. he stands to his feet and pushes the chair back before roughly spinning you around and pressing his lips to yours. you melt in his calloused hands, your own flattening against his hard chest. 

your mouth cracks open on a moan and cheol takes it as an opportunity to shove his tongue inside. your knees give out at the feeling of him invading your mouth and your fingers grab at the loose grey shirt on his body to keep from falling over. you fist tighter and tighter as the seconds pass, arousal leaking from your bare cunt. 

he presses you against the desk, blindly sliding your laptop out of the way. when he groans into your mouth, you hoist yourself on to it with his assistance, sitting on the edge and spreading your legs for him to stand between. 

panting, seungcheol parts from the kiss, “hold on to me, baby.” he says, words rushed and a bit whiny.

you eagerly nod, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning back so he can easily press into you. his breathing is shaky as he aligns his cock with your hungry, drooling hole and when he slowly pushes in, he lets a loud moan out– one louder than the whimper that escapes your lips– while huffing out a curse. 

your head falls back and your eyes roll when you feel his cock fill you up again. even though he was inside you a mere three minutes ago, his girth is still so much to take. so much in a good way, of course. the burning stretch is one you miserably crave throughout the day. 

“still so tight, fuck,” he sighs, basking you in. you look so fucking beautiful in his loose t-shirt alone and, even with the tiny dark circles under your eyes and your hair slightly disheveled, he still thinks you’re the prettiest thing in the world. his pretty fucking girl. 

a choked sob dies in the back of your throat as he bottoms out. “ch-cheol.” you manage to get out, a pained expression falling over your face.

he shushes you softly, “just breathe, baby, you’re takin’ me so well, but you need to breathe.” he urges, words strained as he’s fighting the impulse to moan again. it’s nearly impossible, though, with how fucking amazing you feel. 

you nod profusely and take a shuddered inhale followed by an even shakier exhale allowing your body to adjust to his intense size. when the pain finally subsides and you can nearly taste the pleasure on your tongue, you softly moan out his name. 

he asks if you’re good and that raspy, deep voice fills your ears, sending shockwaves to your messy cunt. you clench again but ultimately tell him, “‘m okay– s’okay. y-you can keep going.”

he grunts at this, pulling his cock out– eliciting a whine from you– before gently pushing back in. he gives you a few experimental thrusts, listening to the way you moan for him prior to setting a steady speed. 

“how’s this, princess?” he pants, large hands still roughly grabbing at your waist. “too fast?”

you shake your head, looking at him with teary, doe eyes. “faster? please?” 

he moans, nodding his head. “tell me if it’s too much, okay? know you’re tired ‘n i just want you to feel good.” he reminds you sweetly, voice cracking as the tempo of his thrusts increase. 

even if it was too much, you wouldn’t tell him. you love his cock– love the way he makes you feel– and you would spend days fucking him if you could. you nod anyway, though, giving him peace of mind. 

the desk under you wobbles a bit with the rapid speed at which he fucks you, but it’s very obvious that the unsturdy object is the least of both of your worries. your mouth is hung open, moans and soft cries drooling out while cheol watches completely enamored of you. 

it’s right when he gives you a sharp thrust, hitting the spongy spot in your pussy, that he sees your brain shut off. he sees the way your eyes glass over and hears how your pleads and cries have slurred. he’s already fucked you stupid. 

“that’s it, pretty baby, don’t need to think anymore. so pretty ‘n smart. so fuckin’ perfect. just for me.” he moans breathily, grip on your body somehow tightening. he’ll have to remember to apologize and dote on you a little more when you wake up with bruises in the morning. “oh, shit— you’re doin’ so well, baby. always so good f’me.” 

his cock stirs you up and it’s hard to stop your orgasm from brewing in the pit of your tummy. “cheol!” you gasp, tightly wrapping your legs around him. you pull him closer to you and he feels like he might let go too soon if you don’t ease up on him.

“‘m here, right here. all yours, baby.” he promises. “gonna let go for me? make a pretty lil mess all over me, huh?”

you nod, tears of pleasure soaking your lash line and getting ready to spill down your face. “uh-huh! ‘m so close.”

you just need a little bit more and you’ll surely soak him in your cum. luckily, seungcheol knows exactly what you need. 

“rub your clit,” he tells you, a loud grunt following his words at the thought. “rub your clit and cum all over my cock, princess.”

a broken moan slips out and you nod weakly. one of your arms leaves his neck and snakes in between your bodies. your nimble fingers find the puffy, untouched bud, rubbing uncoordinated circles into it.

seungcheol finds the sight so alluring and when you clamp around him, his eyes nearly roll. he can’t stop the way his hips pick up in speed as his own brain turns to mush. your jaw goes slack and your eyes squeeze shut at the onslaught of pleasure. you don’t even get the chance to warn him when he gives you another sharp thrust and the tight coil in your tummy suddenly unravels. 

your cries die on the tip of your tongue as you release with an inaudible squeal, body jerking under his. tears begin to fall, painting your heated cheeks as you’re overwhelmed by the immense gratification. 

“that’s a good girl,” he groans, feeling how you trap him in between your tight, gummy walls. “fuck, fuck, fuck– you feel so good.” he tells you, eyebrows knit together as he wears the sexiest face of pleasure. 

you sob as he fucks you through your orgasm, body slumping in exhaustion. “cheollie,” you mewl, still trembling on top of the desk. 

“i know, baby, ‘m gonna cum… w-where–”

you cut him off, “inside.”

he grunts a curse, “shit– gonna fill you up, gonna give it to you, princess,” he babbles, thrust growing sloppy. “take it all for me.”

it happens before you can reply. his hips flush against yours, cock stilling before he empties his load into your cunt. he whines softly, mumbling out more words of praise. 

he stays nestled inside of your cunt, holding your body up with his hands while he peppers kisses all over your face. 

“did that feel good?” he whispers, unable to trust his wavering voice. 

“so so good,” you sigh. “thank you, cheollie.”

he smiles, humming, “you deserved it, princess.”

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thinking about cheol, who pulls you in for a sweet kiss after a long day that's chock-full of schedules. you can feel just how tired he is from the way he practically collapses into your arms, whining about how his job pays less than it's worth.

cheol, whose innocent touches still burn against your skin despite your lover being too exhausted to start anything.

cheol, who eventually picks up on the way you keep pressing your thighs together while watching a movie to help wind down in bed.

you're practically squirming in his grasp, and when he quietly slips a hand between your thighs to confirm his suspicions, he finds you wet and wanting between your flimsy pajama shorts.

that's how you end up with your body flattened against the bed—holding in your embarrassing moans as your thoughtful boyfriend diligently fucks you prone bone.

"baby's been needing me all this time?" cheol laughs quietly — the slow drag of his length in and out of your fluttering walls an unusual sensation. you're used to him just railing you into the next life, not this. "'m tired as hell but if my pretty baby needs my cock, then i'll gladly give it to you."

you try not to lose your mind from the sensation of his girth bullying past your small hole—each pass of his engorged cock spreading your pussy lips wider and wider. you just know you've already soaked his dick with your sticky arousal, but cheol delights in the sloppy sound of your cunt swallowing him whole anyways.

"god, love this pussy so much," he groans — miraculously maintaining the lazy cadence of his strokes. "sweet thing, you feel so fuckin' good around my cock. always so needy and tight for me. you want my cum that badly? had to come onto me when i'm so tired already?"

part of you wants to talk back and say, if you're so tired then why are you balls deep inside me anyway? but the argument melts away when you feel cheol take his fat dick out of your warm cunt — a pathetic mewl stuck in your throat like an automatic response.

"cheol," you whimper, pride be damned. "want your cock. want your cum. been wanting it all day..."

he laughs breathlessly as he fucks his cock in a tight fist — eyes trained on the mess he's made between your thighs. your skin glistens with your own slick and he nearly creams himself at the thought of how much messier it'll be once he dumps his load inside your needy cunt.

"so that's why you couldn't sit still," cheol teases, biting his lower lip as he continues pumping his length in his hand. "go ahead, baby. take all of my cum. sweethearts like you deserve as much."

he nearly moans at the sight if you arching your back to push your ass further against him. cheol slides his cock against your soaked folds the moment his orgasm hits — skin prickling with bliss even as the head momentarily slips against your clit instead of sliding back into the velvet heat of your walls.

cheol recovers in an instant. he fucks his cum further into your sloppy pussy with the vigor of someone that's definitely not exhausted after a long day. the lewd squelch of your mixed arousal churning with every powerful thrust rips such a pretty moan out of your lips, cheol starts to consider fucking you like this more often.

"you like it like this, huh?" he murmurs quietly, loving the way your entrance is coated in a thick layer of his cum. "you close, baby? i can feel you fluttering around me. come on, you can do it. 'course my pretty baby can milk my fucking cock like a good girl."

cheol says the words so filthily that you end up pressing your forehead further into the mattress as he rearranges your insides with his thick cock. when your walls finally squeeze around him like a vice, cheol spills another load inside your quivering cunt — giving you everything you've been wanting all day and more.

just when you thought the two of you were done for the. night, your boyfriend starts pumping his length again — willing his silly refractory period out of existence before he prods his cock against the swell of your ass again.

"i thought you were tired," you groan.

with a cheeky smile, he slides back home into your messy cunt, intent on painting your walls with the white of his essence.

"never too tired for you, baby."

thinking about really really really intimate sex with seungcheol. the kind where he’s completely and utterly enamoured by you. where he only switches to positions where he can wrap you in his arms, never allowing for any space between your bodies. where all he can repeat in needy whispers is how beautiful you are and how much he loves you, wants you, needs you.

where every time you whimper and tell him how good he makes you feel, he fucks you a little quicker, spurred on by your sincere praises. where he kisses you deep and desperate, his cheeks flush and his eyes heavy with desire as he pulls away. where when you whisper you love him he feels his stomach flutter.

where he pauses and takes his time admiring you. where it isn’t just about stimulation, but about building on the intimacy of the moment. where he strokes your hair and kisses your forehead, calling you his baby. where he gets off on your pleasure, gently guiding you through your orgasms. where he moans your name as he orgasms, reiterating you how good you make him feel. where he stays inside you after he comes; holding you, kissing you, and falling a little more in love with you.

for the love of GOD i need to know what each svt member is like when they're talking you through an orgasm-

seungcheol: “squeeze my hand, baby. that’s it, you can squeeze harder, it’s ok. i won’t break, i promise.”

jeonghan: “are you cumming? yeah? does it feel good, baby? talk to me.” meanwhile you’re cumming your brains out under him and can’t form a single word

joshua: “atta girl, so good for me. keep going… ride it out.”

jun: “kiss me, kiss me- fucking kiss me…” and then the rest is incoherent because he’s mumbling it into your mouth

soonyoung: “don’t stop, keep moving your hips… it’ll feel better that way, trust me. there you go.”

wonwoo: “aw, are those tears? just cumming so fucking hard, yeah? crying because it’s sooo much but still bouncing on my cock because it feels too good? i know, baby, i know. let it out.”

jihoon: i imagine y’all in a position where you’re afraid to fall so you’re holding back but jihoon is so strong that he’s all like “i’ve got you. it’s alright, just relax. let it wash over you.”

seokmin: “god damn it, you feel so good. fuck, how is that even possible? you’re gonna make me cum, baby, just- yeah don’t stop cumming.”

mingyu: “good girl, making such a mess on my cock. wanna make a mess on my face next? yeah? you can once we’re done here.”

minghao: “go ahead, love. yeah cum for me… that’s it. so obedient for me, cumming when i tell you to. aren’t i lucky?”

seungkwan: “you look so fucking pretty like this, baby. wish i could make you cum a hundred times just to see your face when you do.”

vernon: “yeah, grind like that… if you, oh fuck me are you cumming? warn a guy next time, would you? fuck… i’m cumming too, baby—”

chan: “remember to breathe, baby. stay with me, okay? can’t have you passing out on me just yet. deep breaths… c’mon, just until the aftershocks pass.”

[20:08]

Tags: Choi Seungcheol x Fem! Reader, established relationship, facesitting, overstimulation, praise (f. and m. receiving), piv sex without a condom for the first time, dirty talk, petnames, breeding kink if you squint and creampie.

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Your fingernails bite into the wood of your headboard already in anticipation. While you try to be cautious as you lower yourself onto Seungcheol's face, your boyfriend has other plans in mind. Years of hard work paying off as he uses his strength to grab your thighs and all but shoves his face into your slick folds.

"Cheol," you choke out, your thighs already shuddering under his unrelenting hold when his plump lips wrap around your swollen clit and suck. You suppose these months apart haven't been easy for him either but, he seems determined to sear your taste onto his tastebuds. High-pitched moans and keens of his name leaving your well-kissed lips while he hungrily laps at you. Alternating between licking your clit and chasing the taste of your wetness that's no doubt smeared a good portion of his face by now.

Seungcheol is a determined man. It's simply in his nature. It is no surprise that facet of his personality bleeds into your bedroom as well. Despite the more than likely present ache in his jaw and a lack of oxygen, he remains latched onto your clit. Using the knowledge he's collected over the course of your relationship to bring you closer and closer to your climax. Strong hands digging into your ass, guiding you along his tongue and face. Making sure he's able to reach every bit of you he can.

"Cheol I- I'm so close- please I-," you moan out, reaching one of your hands down to grab his blonde locks. God, this colour looks so good on him. It looks even better peaking out between your shaky thighs. Your words only serve as motivation for him. The vibrations from his noises of pleasure tightening the knot in your core, your slick walls clenching and unclenching periodically.

A few firm laps of his tongue are what ultimately cause the proverbial knot to unwind. Seungcheol keeps you firmly pinned to him as shudders overrun your body. Your hands harshly clutching at his hair and your headboard. If your hold hurts, he doesn't show it. Choosing instead to drag you higher up his face so he can lick up your release, his nose brushing your hypersensitive clit all the while. Your moans quickly shift to pitchy whimpers. Your thighs locking around Seungcheol's head but, he remains unbothered.

"Ch-Cheol," you cry out while he continues. Strangled gasps leaving your crumpled body from the sting of overstimulation beginning to set in. Any unconscious attempts to move away from his mouth are thwarted easily. His hold on your thighs remains steady as he hurls you into another orgasm at breakneck speed.

Your second orgasm barrels into significantly faster than your first. A few stray tears falling from your eyes and streaking your overheated face. Fortunately, he seems to be feeling merciful this time around. Parting from your drenched folds with a gentle kiss before easing his hold on you. With all the minimal energy you have left, you heave yourself off of his face and flop down beside him. Both of your frantic breathing all that can be heard in your bedroom.

Your eyes are shut but, your ears pick up on him shuffling beside you. If you had the capacity, you'd crack your eyes open to watch him do whatever he's doing, you would but, you're too preoccupied with regaining feeling below your waist.

"Are you okay?" He rumbles against the side of your face. Nuzzling into you and planting kisses wherever he can reach.

"Barely," you mutter into your pillow, reveling in his affections.

You quite literally just came but, you still feel yourself throb when he laughs. It's just so deep and attractive and him. You really can't be faulted.

"It's not my fault my girlfriend has such a delicious pussy," he says, dragging his fingers lightly over your folds prompting a few tremors down your spine and you few weak whines from your lips, "And I haven't had it for a whole two months. Can you really blame me?"

You suppose you can't when the feeling is more than mutual.

"No," you mutter, pressing into his touch, "Oh and, I'm okay. I just needed a minute."

"Understandable," he muses and you can practically hear the grin in his voice. He let's out a frustrated huff as he rubs your thigh, "I'm so annoyed that I didn't think to bring condoms before coming here," he grumbles, "I mean I know we could still do other things but, I really wanted to feel you, y'know."

"You still could."

His hand pauses on your thigh.

Gathering all the confidence you can muster, you open your eyes to find his handsome face morphed in unadulterated shock. You would giggle if your heart wasn't thundering against your chest, "We have been dating for close to a year now," you say, taking pride in your voice only trembling marginally, "I'd be okay with it if you are. You know I'm on the pill anyway, so..." You trail off.

Seungcheol looks like he can't quite believe his ears. His big brown eyes blinking at you owlishly as he processes your words. Before you can stew in your anxiety for a beat two long, he leans in to kiss you. The angle is a little awkward but, you couldn't care less. Your release is the first taste that hits your tongue. A little salty but, not unpleasant. You briefly wonder if it's a little narcissistic to get aroused from your own taste.

"You're trying to fucking end me," he groans against your mouth.

"I'll take this as a yes then," you laugh breathlessly.

"Like I'd ever say no to that. Are you kidding me?" He mutters, sounding partially affronted with a pout, "I need you to roll over for me, baby," he gently commands. The whiplash he gives you is so disorienting something but, you comply nonetheless when he gives you some room. Making yourself comfortable on your pillows, drinking in the sight of his pinkened lips and miles of bare muscle. Your walls clamping viciously when your eyes land on the outline of his heavy cock through his sweats.

Two months really has felt like a lifetime.

Typically, he'd tease you for staring at him so blatantly, but tonight is about as atypical as they come. Instead, he opts to hurriedly tug his boxers and sweats down his firm thighs. You swallow thickly watching his cock bob a little in the space between the two of you. Still as girthy and long as the last time you saw it but, flushed an angry red this time.

"If I had more patience, I'd fuck that pretty mouth of yours," he says, shooting you an impish grin before focusing his attention between your thighs as he shuffles closer to you and grabs himself.

"That'll have to wait for later though," he mutters, his voice dark with arousal as he coats himself in your wetness with a few lazy strokes along your slit. He's completely enamoured with the sight of himself parting you. You can't blame him but, you're too busy moaning out with every bump of his tip along your clit.

"Seungcheol please," you whine, weakly arching into him to meet his thrusts, "I want you inside of me please."

"Well, when you sound so cute and ask so nicely, how can I say no?" You know he has no intention of waiting for a response, and the praise only adds to the fuzzy state of your mind. Your eyes roll into the back of your head when he very slowly begins to push into you. While the feeling of your bare walls is otherworldly and he'd love nothing more than to sink into you in one go, he knows he's a lot for you to take. Especially after so long.

Your nails rake his broad back with every centimetre of himself he eases into you. You're more than wet enough to take him, but God, he's just so big that you just need a few moments to adjust to the sting of being stretched by him. At least you're able to just take him from the get-go now. You remember all those weeks of him having to use his fingers to stretch out first and how, in hindsight, you'd come to appreciate them when faced with the real thing when he thought you were finally ready.

"You're doing so well, baby," he whispers, watching your face carefully for any signs to stop, "You're taking me so well. Like you always do." He litters your neck with kisses to help distract you from the mild discomfort, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your thighs.

"You're so big," you babble out, your eyes fluttering when his nudges the sensitive part of your walls with ease. You don't even think he really meant to but, the sensation is enough to rip desperate keens from you and dig your nails harder into his back. More of your wetness gushing out of you to help ease his glide, leaking down your ass.

"Yeah?" He breathes with a small laugh, "I'm big huh. Did you miss my big cock, baby?"

"Yes," you cry out when he finally bottoms out and, it's a lot. It might even be too much if you're being truthful with yourself. It's never felt like this. You think you might really be able to feel every ridge and vein of his cock. His tip is nestled so deeply inside of you that overwhelmed tears spring to your eyes just from that alone.

"Fuck," he groans gutturally into your shoulder, his hands digging into your thighs and pressing them further against your chest, "Fuck. Shit. Fuck, baby, you're so tight and wet," he moans, his body practically vibrating with how much he's holding himself back from moving.

"Cheol," you whimper, "Cheol, move please. I'm okay. You-You can move. Please move," the words rush out of you so quickly that you're not even sure they're coherent but, he seems to hear you all the same. Your back arches borderline painfully when he pulls out of you until his fat tip is all that's left inside of you before thrusting back in.

You clutch him tighter to you, not caring in the slightest about the burn in your thighs from the way he has you folded. You just want to feel as much of him as you can. You need to. He happily complies, allowing you to tug him closer as he slowly finds his rhythm. His cock dragging deliriously along your wet walls.

"I missed you," he grits against your jaw before pulling you into a messy, uncoordinated kiss. It's more so the two of you moaning into each other than anything else but, you'll happily take it. Especially when his cock splits you open so deliciously.

"Missed you too," you whimper into his mouth, a cry of his name echoing throughout your bedroom as he finds that spot against your walls again. Using that knowledge to his advantage, he angles his hips a little so his heavy cock hits it with every thrust. You thought you were already well-worn for the night but, you can feel another orgasm building.

"You have no idea how much I've thought about fucking you like this," he grunts out between precise thrusts, "Feeling you bare around my cock. Fuck. You're better than I could've ever imagined, baby." He covers every part of he can reach with kisses, his own noises of pleasure vibrating against your skin, "My pretty baby with this fucking amazing pussy. Can't wait to fill you with my cum."

You have a stronger reaction to those words than you anticipated. Your walls gripping him like a vice, his name all your jumbled mind is able to say right now interspersed with moans that are a concerning volume. You just hope your neighbours can't hear you right now.

"Does my baby like the idea of me cumming inside of her huh?" He teases, "Do you love the idea of being so filled with me that it's leaking out of you for days?"

All you can think to do is nod frantically. Your hands clutching at his muscular shoulders as his pace picks up considerably. The lewd squelching of your wetness and his heavy balls slapping against your ass joining the chorus of sounds in your bedroom.

"God, always such a needy good girl for me," he grits out, "Your pussy's so good. Gonna make me cum so hard," and that might be the closest you've ever heard your boyfriend come to a whimper. Not that you can blame him. You can very easily see yourself growing addicted to feeling him like this. Maybe waiting two months does have its merits in some aspects.

"Cheol," you heave out through your laboured breathing, "Please, please I want it. I want you to cu-cum inside me. I need it, Cheol please," you beg him, drinking in the way his pretty face contorts in pleasure and his eyes grow glossy at your words. His thick cock twitching inside of you more incessantly than before.

"I love you."

And that is what ultimately pushes him over the edge. He slots his mouth firmly against yours, moaning into your bruised lips as his cock jerks inside of you. Painting your walls white with seemingly endless ropes of his thick, sticky cum. Having been teetering on the edge from the moment he sunk into you fully, it's no surprise that your third orgasm slams into as he cums inside of you. Seungcheol groans weakly into you from the sensation of your walls milking him for even more of whatever he has left to offer.

Your thighs are a mess of his spit and your combined orgasms. All of it more than likely smearing your inner thighs and trickling onto your sheets. Your poor pussy sensitive and still spasming from everything he put you through tonight. Seungcheol eventually sags on top of you. Nuzzling into your neck while the two of you come back from whatever layer of the ozone you floated up to.

"Maybe being apart for so long isn't all bad," he jokes against your skin.

"You're just saying that because you're stilling riding off the high of cumming inside of me. I remember a certain someone pouting for week about not being able to see me or touch me."

"Fair point," he concedes sheepishly.

AN: I wrote this while very sleepy and in love with Cheol so, not making any promises on quality lol. I did really want to write something for his birthday though. Happy birthday to the other love of my life.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

Do not repost, edit, copy and/or translate my work. I do not give you my permission to do so, nor will you ever receive it.

Woohoo congrats on 8k! Your work is amazing! 💐

For the sleepover I was wondering if you could write smth about hhu and the being clingy and whiney while fucking their partner. Like imagine them already being as close as can be while fucking and them just saying "I want more" or "I can't get enough" while their partner is probably so overwhelmed to the point they might have slid into subspace lol

seungcheol: "im right here baby," just coos over you and holds you as close as he possibly can, lets his lips drag all over your skin and would make you cum as hard as possible to take your mind off everything

wonwoo: just caresses your cheek as gently as he can while he's fucking you senseless, would whisper sweet and filthy words to you that only send you further into subspace and spends hours afterwards looking after you

mingyu: is worried at first, but then realizes you're just very very clingy and would be pulling you in closer, your skin connecting with his and making sure to keep you as close to him as he possibly can

vernon: he would be a little confused, because he's already really close to you? but then realizes you're slipping into subspace and need comfort and support so does what he does best and kisses you until you cum

have you seen that one clip of cheol making coffee and he took his gloves off with his teeth? GOSH imagine him ripping off your panties with his teeth

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSLTMxbob/

i couldn't find the og clip but here's an edit of that vid 😭

link

wtf he’s so hot 😵‍💫

cheol kneeling in front of you as you stand over him, he takes the lacy waistline of your panties between his teeth before pushing them the rest of the way down with his big hands, kissing and nipping at your thighs back up to your bare cunt. his hands run up the back of your legs up to the tops of your thighs, squeezing the plush flesh of your ass

his fingers reach between your thighs to ghost over your soft lips while he licks at your clit, looking up at you as you become a babbling mess. he’s so quiet and patient, silently watching your mouth drop into an O, moans and heavy breaths leaving you as he tongues at your sensitive sex

his fingers pumping up and down into you, your wetness squelching and dripping around his digits. he pushes his lips to your hip as you cum, squeezing his fingers and gushing down his arm. his muffled voice vibrates as he mumbles against your skin, “shh, good girl, honey.. pretty moans all for me”, gently sucking bruises onto the skin of your hips as you come down, rubbing and pinching your slick lips between his fingers

this is me formally declaring i was the one who requested this and i could not have asked for a better result

Kinktober Day 20: Overstimulation + S.Coups

For @gyuwoncheol and 🦁

Rating: M (18+) | WC: 707

Warnings: mention of a safeword, overstimulation, piv sex, creampie

Seungcheol grunts as he pounds into you, one of his hands braced next to your head and the other holding your leg up, keeping you spread open for his moving hips. You’re crying, shaking, writhing beneath him, but he doesn’t stop. Even as your cunt flutters and seizes around him, even as tears roll down your cheeks, even as you beg and plead and whimper, he still doesn’t stop. 

“You asked for this, baby. You asked me to do this to you,” Seungcheol reminds you, his voice rough with pleasure and his thrusts rough with need. 

“I know,” you hiccup. “But it’s so much, Cheollie, it’s too much!”

“You can take it, I know you can, sweetheart,” he soothes, dropping down to his elbow so he can pet your hair before cupping his hand over your head, keeping you from being fucked into the wooden headboard. “And you know what to say if you really need me to stop.”

You whine, pouting underneath him and stubbornly staying silent, which he takes to mean, “Go harder.”

So he does, fucking into you deeper and deeper until the room is filled with the sounds of his hips meeting yours, of his dick pushing through your arousal, of his pleasure and your pleasure-pain. It’s all music to his ears, the most beautiful symphony he’s ever heard, and as he fucks you into the mattress, he decides to add one more sound. 

“You love this, don’t you, you love this fucking cock. Tell me you love this cock, baby.”

“I l-love your c-cock, Cheol,” you stutter weakly, the impact of his thrusts stealing your strength. 

“Yeah you do, honey,” he laughs breathlessly. “You take it like you were made for me.”

His heavy balls slap against your ass with every buck of his hips, your walls hugging his throbbing dick and your wetness splattering all over his thighs as he pumps into you. His rhythm breaks when you lift your other leg up and wrap it around his hip, bringing him closer to you and letting him sink in even deeper. He presses down on the leg he’s holding, tilting your hips up so he can drag the head of his cock over your g-spot and smirking when you yelp at the feeling. 

Your cunt ripples around him, squeezing so tight he can barely move, and he just knows you’re close. He doesn’t have a free hand to get at your clit right now so he just grinds his pubic bone into you, fucking you deep and dirty until your cries reach a fever pitch. A silent scream parts your lips and your eyes roll back into your head as you cum, arousal seeping out of your stretched entrance even with his cock plugging you up. 

It takes everything in him not to break when you’re so fucking tight and hot and wet around him, but he wants you to fall apart just one more time before he gives you everything he has. 

Which is why when your soul returns to your body and your gaze returns to him, he shifts your leg onto his shoulder and brings his hand to your clit. 

“Again.” 

“I can’t, Cheollie, please, I can’t,” you cry, trying to buck away from his touch. He doesn’t let up, keeps swirling his fingers over your swollen, throbbing bundle of nerves as he plunges into you, again and again and again. 

“Yes, you can,” he insists, hauling your other leg over his shoulder and sitting up to put more force behind his hips. Your walls spasm wildly, your eyes clenching closed, and he drives into you one last time before stilling his hips and pinching your clit, pulling you over the edge with him. You cum hard and so does he, his vision going starry as his cock jumps inside of you, painting your pussy white and filling you to the brim. 

After a few minutes, his brain starts producing thoughts and his mouth can form around words again. He pets your hair, lets out a soft laugh, and exhales a teasing, “See? Told you you could.” 

You land a weak smack on his shoulder and promptly fall asleep. 

Kinktober Masterlist

seungcheol the type to fuck you from the back in rough, sharp strokes and then slow down all of a sudden as he weighs his sweaty body down on yours and grabs your throat, tipping your face back to give you a long, soft, gentle kiss on your forehead before continuing >>>>>>>

always better

pairing: scoups x f!reader

word count: 1.9k

contains: oral (f receiving), overstimulation, talks about preferences in bed, reader has stretch marks

a/n: i wrote a self-indulgent thing. i don't know if anyone else will like this, but i had a blast writing it. written in one sitting, i'll proofread later. tagging @husbandcheol for cheol feels. thanks @underratedlovedone for proofreading! hi @starlightjoong!

"you mean like, something like spanking?"

you shake your head at seungcheol's words, feeling the blush on your face intensify further. you and your boyfriend have a rare common weekend off, and you're spending the afternoon cuddling in bed. at some point, the conversation had shifted to your likes and dislikes in bed, and you had let it slipped that you wouldn't mind him being a little "harsher".

"no, that's not - ", you take a deep breath and plaster a smile on your face, "nevermind, our sex life is already great".

"hey, no - don't do that", his hand reaches to cup your face, "i know it's great, but it can always be better. i'm trying to understand".

why is he so perfect.

"well", you try to collect your thoughts, aware of seungcheol's patient gaze, "i guess, just order me around a little? nothing serious and not much, but i think i'll like it? i don't know - i've never tried it before, you know?"

he nods in understanding, encouraging you to go on.

"not spanking or anything, i don't think i'll like pain - atleast not there", he arches a brow, "i'm not talking about that right now. but yeah - just, order me around. that's it for now".

"okay", he hums contemplatively, "so something like, i'll only give you something if you do something i said, and stop if you don't?"

you bite your lip at his words, holding back a moan. oh, he's good.

"yeah", your voice is higher pitched than you'd like, "something like that".

"alright", he sits up, pulling you with him, "one last thing. is there something you want to be called, and is there something you want to call me?"

seungcheol's eyes gleam at your deer-in-headlights look.

"just the usual", you evade the question.

"baby, i want you to feel good", he pecks your lips, "i won't judge you, you can tell me".

"um", you swallow, "just praise, i guess? i mean, nicknames that are praising, i think i'd like that".

"so, like 'good girl'?"

you can't hold back the whimper that his words elicit.

"oh, you like that", his following words are clearer, "you didn't answer the complete question - anything you want to call me?"

"not for now, no".

seungcheol looks like he wants to protest for a second, before nodding in acceptance. oh, thank god. you're not ready to have that conversation now.

"before we start, i need you to know", he says seriously, eyes attentively looking at you, "anything you don't like, you can tell me to stop. okay?"

"i know that already, cheol".

"i know, baby. but it's going to be a little different - with me ordering you around and all. you can always ask me to stop, and i always will".

"okay", you nod, "can we have a safeword?"

"i don't think it's needed", he frowns, "would you feel better with one?"

"i think so", you lick your lips, "i mean i know you'll stop when i say - "

"baby, you don't have to explain", he smiles, "um, how about the color system, do you know about that?"

"yeah. red for stop, yellow for check-in, and green for all good", the illicit books you've read have some benefits, "i'm fine with this".

"okay", he pulls you close, his lips almost touching yours, "should we start?"

you barely whisper out your assent before seungcheol's lips touch yours in a soft kiss, his hands pulling you closer while your fingers thread in his hair. kissing seungcheol has always been an immersive experience, and this time is no different - by the time he pulls away, you're chasing his lips, forgetting the plan for tonight.

"can you stand up for me, baby?"

oh. you gulp at the authoritative lilt in his voice, having never heard it being directed at you. nodding, you do as he says - standing in front of him while he moves to sit on the edge of the bed.

"can you strip for me?"

you breathe sharply and nod, stopping your movements at his tsks.

"i expect you to use your words when i ask a question, baby", he looks at you expectantly, "is that clear?"

"yes", you whisper.

"good girl".

you squeeze your thighs at the name, a whimper escaping your lips when you catch the knowing glint in his eyes. you make quick work of your clothes, an inappropriately innocent set of baby-blue pajamas with ice-cream print - but the way seungcheol is looking at you, you'd think you're taking off the smoothest of silks.

"those too, baby", he says when you're left in your underwear, "i want all of it off".

you follow, taking off your bra and panties in ungraceful motions, fighting the urge to cross your arms to cover your chest. something tells you he won't appreciate that.

"cheol?", you say timidly after a moment, feeling his silent surveying overwhelming. his head snaps to look up at your face, and he gives you a reassuring smile.

"come here", he holds his arms out, pulling you to stand between his legs when you place your hands in his, "you", he looks up at you, "are so beautiful".

"cheol", you whine, feeling shy under his stare.

"it's true", one hand traces the stretch-marks on the side of your hip, "you're perfect", he presses a soft kiss on your thigh, his breath so close to where you want him, "i'm so lucky".

his fleeting kisses and reverent words cloud your head, and you close your eyes, leaning into his touch.

"no, baby", he nips lightly at your skin, soothing the sting with his tongue, "i want you to keep your eyes on me today, okay?"

"what?", you ask shakily, letting him pull you down to sit next to him.

"keep your eyes on me", he kneels down in front of you, his biceps flexing as he pulls your thighs, his breath ghosting over your cunt, "if you look away, i'll stop. okay?"

"okay", you move your hands and place them on his shoulders, meeting his eyes while he trails kisses up your thigh.

usually, when seungcheol eats you out, he does it like a man starved. it's messy and he doesn't tease - preferring to go all-in on stimulating your cunt. it seems he has a different idea today.

he places soft pecks around your clit, the fleeting contact making you whimper in frustration. he parts your folds to expose your cunt to his mouth - and you think that he's finally going to give you what you want, but no - he blows on your clit, his eyes staying on yours the entire time. the teasing is too much for you, and you close your eyes and tilt your head back - whining his name.

"baby", he's pulled back a bit now, his hands keeping your legs apart, "thought i asked you to look at me?"

"but cheoli", you whimper, opening your eyes to meet his chiding ones, "it's too much".

"i know", sympathy seeps into his voice, "but you can do it, right? be my good girl?"

you nod, your fingers digging into his shoulders. it's not enough for him though, and he looks at you expectantly until you murmur out an "okay".

he starts out the frustrating routine again - pressing his lips around your throbbing nub, occasionally blowing on it while your legs quiver around his shoulders. soon enough, you're a whining mess - incoherently pleading out his name, the look in his eyes only spurring you on.

"cheoli", you gasp tearfully, "please, please, please. it's too much, want it. please".

seungcheol's eyes soften slightly and he closes his eyes for a moment, and you barely have the time to catch his playful wink before he dives in. his tongue laves over your clit and you buck your hips - instantly feeling his arms reach out to hold your thighs down. all too soon, he stops - and you open your eyes to see what's wrong.

right, your eyes. you didn't even know you had closed them.

"sorry, cheoli", you murmur apologetically, "didn't know i had done it".

"'s okay, baby", he moves forward, "just don't do it again, okay?"

his tongue touches you when you whisper out an "okay", licking a strip up your cunt. he licks your clit just the way you like it, his hooded eyes taking in the fucked-out expression on your face. just as he wraps his lips around the throbbing nub, one of his hands moves to touch your cunt - a finger reaching out to circle your entrance.

it's a tried-and-tested combination, sure to make you come - and sure enough, you feel your orgasm closing in, tears forming at the corner of your eyes from the intensity. you can't keep your eyes open through this, and the thought fills you with dread.

"cheoli", you blink, willing yourself to look at him, "i can't - sorry - i can't - "

he hums and gives you a soft wink, increasing the pressure on your clit. giving in, you explode - your head tipping back as your moans fill up the room, seungcheol's soft licks on your clit helping you ride out your orgasm.

he pulls back and you look at him through lidded-eyes, cursing at the visual of his face with your slick on it. you think you're done for now, but his finger pushes into you - slowly rubbing your inner walls as you let out a moan.

"you did so good, baby", he stands and pushes your legs up slightly to expose your cunt, "so pretty when you come, mm?"

his finger curls up in practiced come-hither motions, easily finding your sensitive spot while his thumb presses your clit ever-so-lightly.

"cheoli", you gasp, "sensitive".

"i know, baby. i know", he coos, pushing another finger into you, "but you'll come for me again, right? you're such a good girl".

you whine incoherently, unable to form proper sentences.

"just one more, mm?", he lowers his face, his breath hitting your cunt, "give me one more".

his fingers quicken their pace inside you just as his tongue touches your clit, licking the sensitive nub very lightly, careful to not overstimulate it painfully. your second orgasm hits you soon after, and you come around seungcheol's fingers - your hands clutching the bedspread as your eyes roll back, your cries echoing through the room.

"that's it, such a good girl for me", he pulls back and murmurs, his fingers moving inside you slowly to help you ride out your high, "my pretty baby, mm?"

you respond by humming, not having the energy to do much else. seungcheol pulls out his finger and groans, and you don't have to open your eyes to know he's sucking your slick off of his digits. the rustling of sheets fills up the room for a moment, and you feel your boyfriend's hand cup your cheek gently.

"you okay?", he asks when you look up, slight worry in his eyes, "was it too much?"

"no", you rasp, watching as he gets up and walks to the nightstand, "it was great".

"i'm glad", he pulls you up gently and hands you an uncapped bottle of water, "thought i might've been too harsh".

"oh", you speak after swallowing, "no, it was perfect".

he smiles fondly at you, taking the container from your hand placing it on the floor.

"i was wondering", you start, meeting his inquisitive gaze, "if we can talk about what you like now".