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seungcheolsbodyharness · 5 years

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title: in the quiet hours

summary: seokmin asks you to go home with him for the weekend. he wants you to meet his parents. and of course, what’s the point in a hotel when his childhood bedroom is perfectly usable?

wc: 2.7k

warnings: cumming inside,oral sex, biting, some dirty talk, some second hand embarrassment at the end for those of us sensitive to that

an: this was supposed to be a drabble. i don’t know what happened

meeting seokmin's parents was...a big step. a huge step. when he'd asked you to come home with him for the weekend, the first thing you'd done was stare at him, heart pounding as you thought about exactly what that meant for your relationship.

which is how you found yourself in seokmin's childhood bedroom, tucked in tight against him in the dark. it's hard to sleep, being in an unfamiliar place, even tucked up against the warmth of seokmin's body. and it doesn't help that he's making...noises? soft, hushed noises as he sleeps that make you wonder just what he might be dreaming about. you turn over, slowly as you can, and that's when you realize seokmin isn't sleeping.

he's laid out on his back, eyes closed and lip bitten between his teeth, but you know he's awake by the way his arm is frozen in it's place - tucked under the sheets, clearly laying between his legs.

"were you just masturbating?" you ask, surprised. "i'm right here, seok."

he blushes, even if you can't see it you know that it's there. "i - i couldn't sleep. and you're so warm, and i just - i thought about you here in my childhood bed, thinking about all the way i uh - i would have thought about you....nevermind. were you not asleep?"

"no." you shake your head. you lift up the comforter to get a better look between his legs, as good as you can in the dark, and you reach out to follow the trail of his arm to where his hand rests underneath the band of his sweats. you find nothing but smooth skin, a bit of a surprise, and feel seokmin's hand wrapped directly around the length of his half-hard cock. "you're not wearing anything under that, are you?"

seokmin makes a weak little noise under his breath, letting your hand replace his own. "i - i forgot to pack extra underwear. so i'm going without so i have - you don't actually c-care, do you?"

"nope." you make sure to pop the 'p', and grip his cock tighter as you start to jack him off. "does this feel good, seokkie?" you whisper, voice dripping in want. "do you like the way it feels getting jerked off by me with your parents down the hall?"

"you're a menace." seokmin whispers back. "yes, it feels good. I - " his voice cuts out, a soft choked groan instead. "i want to make you feel good, baby, please. if - if you can't sleep, how about we have sex?"

"and you say i'm the menace..." you press a kiss to his neck, and roll over until your straddling his lap. "please, seok." you murmur, "wanna cum on your cock."

seokmin very nearly moans at that, loudly, adjusting himself so that you're less treacherously balanced in his lap. "oh, i'm gonna, baby. try to stay quiet, baby, understand? you don't wanna let my parents hear what a little whore you are for my cock, do you?"

"n-no." you whimper, biting your lip as he reaches between your legs to rub at you more roughly than he normally would. it's hard not to get excited by that, by knowing he's about to flip from your sweet seokkie to the more dominant version of himself that sometimes came out in bed.

"i didn't think so, sweetheart." he pulls his hand away and slips his fingers into his mouth, reaching up with his other hand to turn on the desk lamp, filling the room with barely there soft light. he wanted to be able to see your face as he filled you, fucked you on his cock until you came just for him. he pulls his fingers from his mouth, satisfied by how wet they are, and reaches directly into your underwear to press both fingers inside you, relishing in the soft choked noise you make. "gotta get you ready for my cock, pretty baby. don't wanna hurt you when you ride me. god, baby," he punctuates his words with sharp thrusts of his fingers inside you, slowly stretching you around them, "you look so fucking good when you ride my cock. it's one of my favorite sights in the whole world."

"oh shut-shut up." bite out, quiet as possible, hands reaching up to grip tightly on his shoulders. "i'm r-ready. please, seokmin." you do your best to keep yourself from whining, but you want him so bad that it's hard to control it.

"hmm, i don't know baby. i'm a bit bigger than two of my fingers, don't you think?" your eyes are closed but you know that he's smirking, damn him.

"yes, yes but you - i want it, seok, please, i want it so bad gimme - oh." you have to bite your lip to keep from screaming as you feel the head of seokmin's cock press against you, his fingers withdrawn to hold your underwear aside. slowly, slowly, you feel him press inside, your grip on his shoulders like iron.

"you're so fucking tight, baby." Seokmin whispers, clearly strained. "you want me to move i need you to relax." one of his hands comes up to rub your thighs, which you didn't even realize were trembling until seokmin began to shush you like you were a frightened kitten. "it doesn't hurt, does it honey? you'd tell me, wouldn't you?"

and this is what you love about seokmin. even now, in the middle of sex, he's only worried about how he's making you feel, if he's hurting you, ever aware of the way things might go wrong. he always keeps himself in check, even though you know his dick makes him only want to hold you down and fuck you full until you're gasping.

you wouldn't mind that so much, either.

"i'm okay, seok." you mumble, head bowing down to rest on his shoulder, moving your hands down to his chest. "give me more. i want all of it, seok. please give me all of it."

seokmin's chest shudders as he nods, taking in a deep shaking breath as he presses farther inside of you, his hands resting on your hips to ease you down onto his cock. "you feel so fucking good, honey, baby, fuck." he angles his head so that he can rest it against yours. "gonna make my baby feel so good."

you nod, letting out a soft whimper when your hips finally come to rest on his, your ass on his thighs. "m'so full, seo-seokmin, oh, oh-"

seokmin reaches up with one hand to turn your head toward his, pressing his lips to yours. "you have to be quiet, honey." he reminds you.

but it's hard. being so stuffed full of seokmin's cock always drives you wild, even when he isn't moving, and now is no different. "can - can we change positions, seok?" you ask softly. truthfully you'd love to ride the fuck out of him right now, but you don't think you can hold back from screaming if you do. "let - hnnn - let me get on my knees, put my face in the pillow. i don't - i don't think i can be quiet otherwise, seokkie."

seokmin chuckles lowly and you're only mildly annoyed by it. of course he's pleased that you're so desperate for his cock you can't be quiet about it. slowly he pulls out of you, smirking to himself at the wet noise your hole makes as he does so, and helps you reposition yourself on his bed. once your head is nestled on the pillows, seokmin kneels behind you and gets a wonderful idea. he's mad at himself for not thinking of it before. though the positioning is awkward, seokmin crouches down behind you and presses his mouth against your hole, swiping his tongue against you. you bite into the pillow to keep from screeching, surprised.

"sorry, honey." he whispers, not at all sorry, "you taste so good. you know it's my favorite." he emphasizes this by licking at you again, purposely extra-wet, and you whine into the pillow. he continues for a minute or two, until he's satisfied and your thighs are trembling again, and then his mouth pulls away to be replaced by his fingers.

"seok." you whine, as softly as you can. "i want your cock, baby, please."

seokmin says nothing, fucking you on three and then four of his fingers. despite not being what you really want, you find your hips moving back to meet his fingers, sighing softly. it still felt good, of course. seokmin always made you feel good.

"ready, baby?" seokmin asks, leaning down over your back to press his lips against your ear. "i think you're really ready for my cock this time."

"please." you whisper. "please, seokmin."

"of course. my sweet, patient honey." he pulls away, grinding against you purposefully. one hand rests on your hip, the other guides his cock inside you, and you sigh to feel so full again. he's right, of course - the stretch isn't nearly as much as it was before, but you can't think of anything much when seokmin is so deep inside of you.

he leans over you once more, caging you in with his arms, hips rolling against yours in a slow grind not quite fucking into you the way you want him to.

you whimper into the pillow, pressing your hips back against him. he presses kisses into your back, across your shoulders, nipping softly at the skin of your neck.

then, suddenly, his hips pull away from yours and he's thrusting back into you sharply, pulling all the breath from your chest. you grip tightly at the pillow, shoving your face deeper into it. seokmin fucks into you slow but rough, steady but with force and it make stars burst behind your eyes. his mouth rests in the crook of your neck in an attempt to keep himself quiet, and you can hear the soft "fuck, fuck, fuck" he lets out as he fucks you harder, faster.

"you - i'm - god, baby." he mutters, unable to express with words the way you felt wrapped tight and hot around his cock. "m'gonna fill you full, honey." he says, biting at your shoulder. "fill you with my cum."

he punctuates his words with sharp thrusts that have you whining, and you have to pull away from the pillow to take a gasping breath, to fill your burning lungs. "please, seokmin." you beg, unable to control yourself. "fuck me full, need it so bad, i -"

seokmin cuts you off with a particularly harsh thrust, whispering "i know you love my cock but you have to be quiet, baby. can't let anyone else in the house know you're getting fucked like a little whore in my bed. only i'm allowed to hear you like this. unless - " he presses a kiss to your neck, just below your ear, and his voice is dark as he continues. "maybe you'd like that, huh honey? you want people to hear me fucking you, want people to know how good my cock makes you feel? maybe you want someone to watch, does that sound -

"fuck, seokmin, yes," you whine, pulling up from the pillow. "yeah, want people to know, want someone to see -"

"truly a slut for me, huh sweetheart." he whispers, chuckling to himself. "turn for me, baby, wanna kiss you."

you whine back, turning your head as best you could to offer him your mouth. the position is awkward but the way he licks at your mouth is so hot you really, really don't give a single fuck.

"wanna cum, seokkie." you whisper. "want it so, so bad."

"oh, i'll make you cum, honey." seokmin pulls away from you, arms no longer on either side as he instead grips your hips so that he can pull you back against him as he thrusted into you, fucking you hard and rough and desperate for his own release as well. one of his hands then snakes down between your thighs to rub at your sex and it takes everything in you not to scream your lungs out. you're overwhelmed, too many sensations overloading your mind and body until the only thing on your mind was cumming hard on seokmin's cock. it was all you wanted. as far as you were concerned it was the only thing you'd ever wanted.

"close," you mumble, "so so so close."

the burning heat between your legs was quickly becoming too much, too hot too good too full, and as seokmin leaned over you to bite harshly into your shoulder the heat inside you snaps. you grab the pillow and fully shove your face into it to muffle the scream you can't help but let out as seokmin's hips continue fucking you. he lets out his out stuttering gasp as he feels you pulsing around him, whispering "fuckfuckfuck" over and over as his hips lost their rhythm until they stopped, pressed against your ass with one final harsh thrust, flooding your hole with hot cum. he lays over you, panting, taking deep gasping breaths.

your head comes away from the pillow to turn to the side, letting out your own stuttered breaths. "fuck." you say quietly.

seokmin chuckles breathlessly, dotting kisses along your shoulders and back as he drags himself away from you. he pulls his cock out and walks slowly - more of a waddle - towards the ensuite bathroom to grab a washcloth and wet it. you hear the water running and are tempted to roll onto your back, but moving at all seems like too much effort. seokmin comes back to you after a few moments, tucked back into his pajama pants now that he'd cleaned himself up and carrying a wet washcloth in one hand.

"that's not the one you used to clean your dick, is it?" you quip, and seokmin makes an indignant little noise behind you.

"no, i got you your own, i'm not an animal." he replies, kneeling behind you on the bed and wiping the warm cloth against you as his cum came running out of you and down your thighs.

"thank you, seokkie." you whisper, eyes closing. you felt sated and safe, like you always did after sex with seokmin, and he presses a kiss to your ass in response. you giggle as he pulls your underwear off of you all the way from where it had been settled at your knees, and he moves off the bed to dispose of the washcloth and grab you fresh underwear because unlike him you'd had enough mind to pack more than you knew you'd need.

he helps you into it and lays you down onto your side, pulling up behind you and wrapping his arms around you.

"no, wait." you turn onto your other side slowly, pushing at his hips and telling him to "move, move, seokkie!" until you were now pressed against his back, arm wrapped snugly around his waist. "much better. sleep well, seokkie."

"you too, baby." he whispers, intertwining his fingers with yours.

in the morning, his parents seem none the wiser to what you'd gotten up to with their son the night before. at least, that's what you think, until you're coming back to the living room after a trip to the bathroom and hear seokmin's father ask, "so, the two of you trying for kids already?"

Seokmin lets out an indignant shout, and you think maybe you should just stay here in this hallway forever, because you'd already met them, no reason to continue any more possibly mortifying interactions, but Seokmin's mother spies you from the kitchen.

"oh, come here dear." she soothes. "it's a perfectly natural thing, what you and seokmin have, really."

meeting seokmin's parents was a big step. it's a huge step. and as embarrassed as you are, both of you, clearly they adore you. and that's all you or seokmin could ask for.

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seungcheolsbodyharness · 5 years

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Title: The Taste Of You

wc: 3.6k

summary: Seungcheol insists that it tastes better to feed from you just after he’s made you cum. You’re not exactly in a position to disagree with him.

contents: oral sex, vampire!au, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, blood drinking, fluff at the end

a/n: shout out to @sooncoups for tagging every single pic of dream concert cheol as “vampire boyfriend/husband/etc” bc it lead to this. also: it’s true, and she should say it.

The room you’re in is dark, but not uncomfortably so. The lights are off and moonlight shines in through the windows, casting shadows across the floor. You’ve grown used to this in the months since coming to stay here. Your sleep schedule took quite some time to adjust but it’s all been worth it to have more time with the man you’ve come to love.

Falling in love with Seungcheol had been the wildest, most euphoric experience of your life. He’d been smooth and charming upon your first meeting - a blind date set up through a mutual friend of yours. You’d been a little apprehensive, at first - Joshua had been upfront about Seungcheol’s less-than-alive status, and while it had been quite a few decades since Vampires had made themselves known to the world and they were more or less accepted, you’d met very few in your comparatively short lifespan.

You’d been drawn in by him immediately, and he by you, and the rest had been history.

Which brings you back to the moment at hand.

The two of you are laid in bed, and Cheol’s lips are tracing a heated path down your jaw and neck to the soft point where your neck meets your shoulder as you reach over to turn on the lamp on your nightstand. His teeth graze over the skin there, lips sucking sweetly.

“Whatcha doin, love? You hungry?” Your hands come up to play in his hair. He hums against your skin, pulling back to meet your eyes. His are a soft shade of orange - not starved, but he could certainly eat. “You know all you have to do is ask, Cheol. I’m always willing to let you feed.”

Seungcheol smiles warmly at you, fangs peeking out over his full bottom lip. “And I’m well aware of that, my love. Nothing brings me greater joy than the knowledge that both your love and your blood are mine for the taking. Truly, in all my days, never have I tasted something sweeter than you. However.” His hand comes up to cup your jaw, turning you as he leans in to kiss your mouth. “You know how much sweeter you taste when you’re lost in pleasure.” His eyes shine with hidden meaning, even though his words make his intentions plain.

You feel a throbbing between your legs. “You may have mentioned that a time or two.” You whisper. His smile grows into a smirk. “You must be hungry in more than one way.”

He hums. “It’s been quite some time since I’ve tasted the sweetness between your legs, love.”

You laugh. “You ‘tasted’ me only last morning.”

Seungcheol is already shifting himself on the bed and settling between your thighs, lifting them over his shoulders. You haven’t left bed since waking up, dressed only in one of Seungcheol’s shirts and a pair of underwear that are quickly ripped to pieces, Seungcheol too fixated on the prize of your pussy waiting for him to try and pull them off the proper way. You let out an annoyed squeak and he shushes you. “I’ll buy you dozens more. Nicer than these cotton things you seem to enjoy.” You sigh and let him continue, squirming under the heat of his gaze on your already wet pussy. His eyes flick up to meet yours as his tongue licks a broad stripe up your slit, followed by his fingers rubbing slow circles onto your folds. Breaking his bold stare, his focus moves to pressing kisses into the softness of your thighs, up onto each hip and everything inbetween while his fingers continue their slow ministrations.

“Ju-just because you have all the time in the world doesn’t mean I do, please Seungcheol I need-”

“I know what you need.” He growls, cutting you off. “Am I not pleasing you, love? Would you like to file a complaint?”

You scoff but it quickly turns to a whimper when his palm presses harder where your clit in hidden, moving back and forth as Seungcheol stares you down. “N-no, I just - your mouth, Cheollie, please. I need it so much.”

Seungcheol chuckles, something dark and from his chest. “Sweetheart, you know how much I love to play with my food.” He licks his lips and then makes a show of dragging his tongue against his fangs. “But since you’ve asked me so nicely, I suppose I can make an exception for you this time.” He removes his palm and you sag with both relief and frustration. The latter is quickly forgotten when Seungcheol spreads your lips with the fingers of one hand and he moves forward to drag his tongue up and down your center. It sends warm sparks up your spine and you let out a soft little sigh.

He hums against you, tongue creeping down to lick at the slick dripping from your hole. Seungcheol’s hands come up to grip firmly at your hips, pulling you closer, as close as he can get you, desperate to drown himself in you. Perhaps he might, if he still needed to breath to survive. As it is he does not, and he continues to fuck you on his tongue over and over while you grind your hips against his mouth. His thumb spans across your hip to roll your clit in sloppy, rough circles. You cry out against him as your blood begins to sing, your heart pounds harshly in your chest, and if you weren’t otherwise distracted you might notice the way Seungcheol’s lips curl into something like a smirk as he licks into you.

Seungcheol pulls away, his mouth and chin glistening and wet. His thumb continues its motions, and your breath comes in short, stuttering gasps. “Do you feel good, love?” Seungcheol asks. “Are you going to cum for me? Make my breakfast nice and sweet for me?”

You mumble something under your breath, something that sounds to Seungcheol very much like “Yes please,” and he smiles. He returns his mouth to your pussy, lips sucking harshly on your clit. Two fingers move down from your hip to instead plunge inside of you, causing your thighs to jolt from where they lay on his shoulders. His fingers scissor you open, thrusting in and out as his tongue laves patterns into your clit. He fucks you like that for a few minutes, two fingers turning into three, curling them inside until your back arches off the bed and you cry out, a garbled mess of syllables sounding something like his name.

“That’s it, my love.” He whispers. “Cum for me.” He sucks harshly on your clit and fingers you faster, rougher, until he feels your pussy clamp down on him, until your body arches a perfect bow off the mattress, until he hears you scream “Seungcheol, fuck!” With your pussy clenching down on his fingers, Seungcheol shifts his mouth to press a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, and somewhere in the aftershocks you feel the sharp burn of pain quickly replaced by a flood of euphoria rolling through you.

Seungcheol drinks slowly, eyes rolling back at the taste of your blood mingling with the taste of your pussy on his tongue. He groans, feeling strength surge through his body as he feeds. Every piece of him is screaming to drink more, and more, to feed until your body is drained and his hunger is satiated. But the thing is, Seungcheol’s love for you is more powerful than that, more powerful than anything Seungcheol has ever known in his extensive lifetime.

Slowly, Seungcheol pulls away from you, fingers and all, but not before running his tongue over the still-bleeding skin of your thigh, wounds healing instantly. Your boy melts back into the bed and he smiles at you softly - panting, hair everywhere, body flushed red with need and desire, and you’re easily the most beautiful thing Seungcheol has ever seen. He leans over you and presses a kiss to your forehead, then onto your lips. Your arms wrap around his neck and you sigh into him.

“Do you need more, Cheol?” You ask quietly, fingertips playing with the hair at the back of his neck. “Still hungry?”

He hums. He can hear your heart still pounding, the way your orgasm is still affecting you. “You know, love, I could definitely eat…” He smiles and nuzzles into your neck. “Do you think you can take me now, love? Too sensitive?” He grazes his teeth over your shoulder and you gasp.

“Ye-yeah, I want more, need your cock, you know that.” You thrust your hips up against him, against the hot line of his still-covered cock, pulling a deep growl from his throat. Seungcheol kisses your mouth again, teeth pulling at your bottom lip and tongue sliding into your mouth. You whimper at the taste of his tongue against yours, at the heat coiling through your stomach. You throw your head back, panting, and Seungcheol presses a kiss to your jaw. He moves off of the bed to stretch and you can easily see the bulge of his cock, thick and full, a wet spot telling you how desperate Seungcheol had already become.

He quickly pulls his sweatpants off and comes back towards the bed, pulling your body up off the pillows to yank your shirt off over your head. He laughs when, once the shirt is removed, you immediately lay yourself back onto the pillow and put your hands out, grabbing at Seungcheol. He leans down and kisses your forehead as he joins you on the bed, caging your body with his own - pulling your legs to rest on his thighs, grinding his cock against the wet heat of your slit, one hand on your ass and another smoothing over your stomach.

“Are you ready for me, sweetheart? Ready for my cock to fill you up, make your little pussy full?” Seungcheol takes his hand from your ass to take his cock in hand, directing it between your pussy lips, tapping the swollen head against your clit. “Tell me how badly you need me, love.”

“Your arrogance in this situation is baffling.” You gripe, hips moving in an attempt to get what you need. He smirks at you and moves his hips back just enough that you lose contact and whine.

“Let me hear you, sweetheart. I have all the time in the world to wait.”

You whine, biting your lip before you look up at Seungcheol from beneath your lashes. “Please, Seungcheol, please give me your cock, please fuck me open on your big, hard cock I need it so, so -” You’re cut off by Seungcheol giving you what you crave, finally pressing the head of his cock to your hole and thrusting to the hilt. Your breath leaves you in short, shallow gasps, your eyes squeezing shut as you allow yourself to get used to the feeling of being so full. No matter how many times you and Seungcheol fell together like this, the sensation was always just as thrilling and hot as the first time.

Above you, Seungcheol’s jaw is set firm with obvious restraint - he wants nothing more than to pound into you without thought, to feel you cum while he fucks you over and over and over again, but he knows he has to wait. He knows he’d never forgive himself for being so reckless when you’re so fragile, so easily broken by his inhuman brutality. He’s old, centuries old, and has incredible control of himself, but there’s something about you and the way your tight heat feels wrapped around his length that taps into the more feral side of him. Slowly, as he waits for your go-ahead, he pulls your thighs more firmly against his own, helping you to wrap your legs around his back. His mouth weaves a trail down from your neck to your chest, leaving soft pink marks in his wake that would no doubt turn purple by night’s end. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, gently running his tongue over the nub between pulling at it softly with his teeth.

You open your eyes as best as you can, heavy as they feel, and nod at Seungcheol slowly. His eyes widen and he removes his mouth from your nipple to whisper “Are you sure, love?” into the quiet air between you. You nod again, firmer, and he nods back. “Make sure to be nice and loud for me, love.” He tells you. “I need to know I’m fucking you like you need.”

You’re tempted to roll your eyes because Seungcheol has never not fucked you just how you needed it, as if he has some sort of innate sense that tells him exactly how to give it to you. You’re tempted to, of course, but instead your eyes simply roll back as he pulls slowly out, forcing you to feel every inch of him inside you before quickly thrusting back in. Over and over he repeats this, slowly out just to slam back in, and it feels so fucking good inside you. You thrust your hips up to meet him and he smiles.

“I can’t hear you, love. Maybe I should….?” He trails off with a particularly sharp thrust that has you choking on a moan, hands coming up to grab at his shoulders and dig in with your nails in your desperation to have a hold of him.

“Ple-please don’t stop, Cheol, please,” you beg, “I need more!”

“Oh, my little love needs more, is that it?” His hips pick up pace and you cry out, hands reaching up into his hair. “You love my cock this much, don’t you sweetheart? You just want it all the time, huh?” His tone is a touch condescending, but you know that he needs this just as much as you do. That he craves your responses and the way your body fits perfectly to his just as much as you do.

You like it when he talks to you like this, though. When he teases you, lets his love and fondness bleed through even when he’s dominating the situation. “Yes, Seungcheol, yes, love it so much, than-thank you.”

He hums, and his mouth descends to resume its work on your nipples, aiming for the one previously ignored. He’s rougher with you this time, and his thrusts gain force, slamming into your hips. Your fingers clutch tight into his hair, holding him close to you as one hand snakes down to rub fiercely at your clit. Your legs, still wrapped around his waist, squeeze tighter and slant your hips closer to his. Even this slight shift creates a new angle and suddenly his cock is pounding into the spot inside you that sparks fireworks behind your eyelids.

You throw your head back and whine loudly, turning into a long drawn out moan has Seungcheol moves into overdrive to keep your responses coming - his hips move faster than any human man could even hope for, and it results in feeling a near-constant pressure against the nerves inside you.

“There it is.” Seungcheol whispers, mouth pressed against your ear now. “You’re enjoying this so much, my love, I can hear the way your heart pounds. I love having you like this - sweet and pliant, hanging off my cock while I fuck you breathless. So good for me, my little love.”

You crane your head towards him and whimper, a well-established signal between the two of you that he needs to stop talking and put his mouth to better use by shoving his tongue into your throat. Your fingers are still working your clit, and combined with the beautifully tortuous assault on your nerves by Seungcheol’s cock, you’re quickly reaching a precipice of bliss. Seungcheol can tell - he can feel it in the way your pussy clenches down on him erratically, the way you seem to be getting wetter and wetter as he fucks you, he can hear it in your heartbeat.

“Go ahead, love.” He whispers, grazing his teeth over the soft skin behind your ear. “Cum for me. It won’t be the last.” He punctuates this thought by replacing your hand on your clit with his own, so quickly the buildup isn’t lost. His fingers move faster than yours, sloppy figure eights paired with heavy thrusts and the filth Seungcheol whispers have you cumming with a shout, body going rigid.

Seungcheol moans loudly into your ear as you cum, a series of swears following the guttural sound out of his chest. He continues to fuck you while your body slowly relaxes, but his thrusts slow considerably in acknowledgement of your sensitivity. “That’s it, sweetheart.” He tells you. “You’re doing so fucking good for me. Did it feel good, cumming all over my cock? I bet it did, your heart is so loud. That’s one of my favorite sounds, you know, hearing the way your heart hammers after I’ve brought you such bliss.”

You blink, eyes bleary and unfocused, taking gasping breaths as your body comes back to itself. You press your head against his where it’s still nestled into your neck. “I love you.” You whisper. “I’m ready for mo-more, Cheol.”

He nods into your shoulder and his hips slowly, slowly work back up to their previous speed. He knows that he won’t last much longer, and judging by the sensitive little whimpers you let out each time his cock drives home, you won’t either. He wonders vaguely if he can make you cum untouched, this time.

“Love…” he begins, kissing sweetly down your jawline. “I want to make you cum, my love.”

“Al-already?” You mumble. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d driven your for immediately succession, but he shakes his head. One of his hands removes the loose grip you still have in his hair, and his other finds the one he’d discarded from your clit, pinning them both into the pillows above your head.

“No, love, not just yet. What I want is for you to cum just from my cock, can you do that for me?” It’s hard to say no when he’s fucking you like his immortality depends on it, like if he can’t make you cum his entire world will come crumbling down.

“I-I’ll try, Cheol, tr-try, okay?” There’s something thrilling about having your hands pinned down by him when you know that there’s nothing you could do to break his hold. He nods and leans down to kiss you, slow and sloppy with saliva exchanged between the two of you.

“That’s all I ask, love.”

Truthfully, Seungcheol knows exactly how to make you cum untouched, particularly when you’re already as sensitive as you are. But he wants to cum with you, to feel you clenching tightly to his cock as he floods you with his cum.

So he keeps fucking you, whispering a mix of sweet and filthy praise into your ear. You begin to lose yourself to the sensations he gives you, giving yourself to him completely as you always do, and always will. He gets closer and closer to his end, his thrusts turning sloppy and losing force as he tries to keep up his speed.

“Are you ready to cum with me, sweetheart?” He asks, something akin to breathless. Any moment now. You nod your head at him dumbly, and not ten seconds later Seungcheol realizes he can’t hold on any longer. Euphoria boils inside him and with a deep, gravelly growl he slams in one last time, cum flooding inside you. In the same instant, he bites into the skin just above your collarbone and blood flows onto his tongue.

Below him, you cum with a scream.

You don’t black out, not quite, but the intensity of your orgasm leaves you feeling as though your soul as left your body. Your eyes are too heavy to open, but you can feel the heat of Seungcheol’s cum inside you, you can feel the soft suction of his mouth against your chest. His hands have released your wrists in favor of intertwining your fingers, and you lay in silent bliss as he feeds from you. Your lungs heave in an attempt to pull air back into your body, and slowly it does.

Slowly you fade back into yourself, and by this point Seungcheol has finished feeding and sealed your pin prick wounds. He pulls out of you and stands from the bed, stretching again before walking away, towards your bathroom. Dimly, you hear the sound of water running, and he’s back not a few minutes later to scoop you into his arms and slide you into the steaming water of the bathtub. It’s just a shade too hot, but it feels good more than anything else. Seungcheol climbs in behind you and gently massages the muscles of your legs, pressing kisses to the skin of your back. He uses a washcloth to aid him in cleaning the mess between your thighs, his cum slowly leaking out of you.

“I love you too,” he whispers into your neck. “You are, without a doubt, the best thing to ever happen to me.”

You smile softly, fingers tapping a rhythm onto his thigh. You lean your head back onto his shoulder and sigh. “I think it’s safe to say I feel the same way, Seungcheol.” You close your eyes and relax, knowing you’re safe. Knowing you’re loved.

“You’re my forever, Seungcheol.”

His arms wrap securely around your waist, pulling you closer. “And you’re mine, my little love. You’re mine.”

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title: in the morning light

wc: 3k

summary: you and seungcheol spend a morning in a way you haven’t in quite some time. you give in to his touch, and then you give in some more

member: cheol/fem!reader

warnings: daddy kink, cum play, breeding kink, pet names, morning sex, there’s One Instance of spitting,,,, slight impreg kink, praise kink

(a loose edit of a commission for a friend)

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Soft.

Everything around you is soft, and warm, warm, your mind hazy as you try to fight against opening your eyes. You shuffle farther under the blankets, eyes determinedly closed, mumbling sleepy nonsense to yourself.

Your movements end up rousing your bedmate - Seungcheol wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close to keep you still. You let out a hum, curling into him and pressing your head against his chest. This, you think, this is all you need - Seungcheol warm and sleepy-soft and needy for your body against his, needy for your touch.

You press a soft kiss into the skin just under his collarbone, not needing to see to know where your lips landed. You’ve kissed every inch of him enough to know his body like the back of your hand, and you know that he knows your body just as well.

Seungcheol’s hands rub idly up and down your back, the fabric of your - his - shirt bunched up to let him feel the soft skin there. One hand moves down, smoothly gliding over your back to grab at your ass, head bowed to press a kiss to the top of your hair. You let him touch you, mind fuzzy with curiosity to see just where he’s going to take this.

His touches remain seemingly mindless, one hand lazily groping at your ass as the other remains at your back. At some point, he ducks his head farther to lay a kiss on your cheek, removes his hand from your back to tilt your smile up towards his own. Seungcheol whispers, “Good morning,” against your mouth just before he claims it for his own, sucking softly at your lower lip. You let him kiss you, let his touches grow firmer as the hand on your ass slides down to grip your thigh, pulling it over his own, pulling your body tightly against the heat of his own.

You don’t return his sentiment until his mouth leaves yours in favor of your jaw, nipping softly in a gentle show of possession.

“Mornin, Cheol.” you murmur. You let him continue his sweet assault on your body, easily following his direction when he nudges your hip, wordlessly asking for you to lay on your back. Seungcheol hovers over you, eyes hooded and dark, swearing under his breath at the sight you make for him.

And he’s hardly begun.

Seungcheol leans down to kiss you again, hands gripping under your thighs to hold your hips against his, to make sure you felt the hot line of his cock quickly filling as his thoughts whirl a storm of things to do to you. Slowly he grinds against you, his clothed cock dragging against the dampness of your panties, drawing soft whimpers from you as your cross your legs behind his back.

“T-touch me.” You beg, voice nearly silent in the golden light. “Please.”

Seungcheol obliges you easily, both hands coming up to your chest as his hips continue their work. His lips move to your neck and he groans when one of your hands grabs at his hair, the other clawing at the neck of his t-shirt.

“You want me to take it off?” He whispers, dragging his teeth across the soft skin of your neck. “Say please, princess.”

“Please, please take it off, I want to feel you, Seungcheol.” You clutch tighter at his collar, trying to pull it off of him yourself.

He chuckles, the sound coming from deep in his chest as he pulls away. “Tell me, princess. Who is it that you need, hmm?” Seungcheol sits up on his knees, takes the hem of his shirt between the fingers. “Who do you want to touch you?”

“You, Cheol, you, please.” You lean up onto one elbow, use the other hand to reach for his fingers. You bat your eyelashes, bite your lip. “Please?”

“I think you know what I’m waiting for, sweetheart.” Seungcheol leans down and brushes the thumb of one hand across your lips. You hum, opening your mouth and leaning forward to take his digit between your lips and suck on it. You open your eyes wide and look up at him, swiping your tongue across the tip of his thumb the way you would his cock.

You pull back, a clear trail of saliva connecting you to him. “Please, daddy.”

Seungcheol says nothing, trailing his wet thumb over your cheek. Silently he removes his shirt and then leans down to slip his fingers under the hem of yours. “That’s right, princess. Now...since I took off mine, why don’t I take off yours, hmm?”

“Yes please, daddy.” You put your arms up to assist him as he pulls at the hem of your shirt - his shirt, he thinks, cock growing harder - until it’s off of you, leaving you nearly bare before him.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, throwing your shirt to the floor. “So beautiful, baby. My beautiful girl.” Seungcheol leans down over you, pressing his lips to the skin below your collarbone. His hands move over your stomach softly, reverently. You shiver beneath him and he groans, hands grabbing tight onto your waist. “You’re so soft, princess. I haven’t taken my time with you like this in...in far too long, hmm?”

“It’s okay, daddy.” You let your head sink back into the pillows as his mouth lands on you again, hot on the skin of your breast. “I-I understand.”

Seungcheol’s eyes meet yours and he bites gently into your breast, one hand coming up from your waist to grope at the one neglected by his mouth. He pulls back when he’s satisfied with the mark he’s left, pressing a soft kiss to the reddened skin. “It’s not okay, princess. How can I be sure you know exactly how much I love every bit and piece of you if I don’t show you?”

You hum in response as one of his hands moves down to rub between your thighs, broad palm pressing delicately against your slit through your panties. His mouth moves to the spread of skin along your sternum, pressing kisses and sucking marks before moving to your other breast, taking your nipple between his teeth and tugging slowly, a soft back and forth of his teeth and tongue that pulls quiet whines from the back of your throat.

“Does that feel good, princess?” Seungcheol digs his teeth harder into the skin of your breast, leaving a red trail in his wake that will surely leave marks. “Tell daddy, sweet girl.”

“It-it feels so, so good daddy. Please don’t stop.” The heat between your thighs is slowly rising as his attentions continue, and at your words Seungcheol leans back in with a smirk on his face. His mouth continues moving down your body, both hands following the downward path and gripping into the soft flesh of your thighs, parting your legs as far as he knows you to be comfortable with. Seungcheol pulls you down the bed until he can pull your legs up over his shoulders and bury his face into the damp stain on your underwear.

“So pliant for me, aren’t you, princess?” He teases. “You’re such a good girl for your daddy. Such a sweet little thing just begging for cock, isn’t that right?”

“Yes daddy, I love your cock, I want it all the time, you fill me up so good.” You mumble, a little breathless from his manhandling. What little breath remains is quickly forced from your lungs when Seungcheol’s tongue swipes a thick wet stripe against the cloth of your underwear. He groans at the taste and moves faster, fingers gripping bruise-tight into your thighs.

“You taste so fucking good, baby. Nothing better than the taste of your wet little cunt.”

You can feel the blood in your body fighting over which direction to go - down towards your head as your body is held aloft, or up towards the pulsing heat of your pussy, and all you can do is whine at Seungcheol’s words. He lowers you, only briefly and only to remove your panties, before digging back into the meal you’ve so generously offered up to him as he chooses to grab at your ass to keep you held up instead of your thighs.

His tongue parts your slit and you nearly sob, body sensitive from his teasing and his words, and his onslaught continues with his lip wrapping around your clit and sucking harshly. He listens to you whine and beg for him, “Daddy please,” and he moans directly into your pussy in response. His cock is so hard, but he can barely think about that - not with the taste of you on his tongue and driving him mad like some sort of drug.

Yes, he thinks, you’re just like a drug, and he’s addicted, and he’s never been happier.

His arms begin to burn from staying locked in one position for so long and slowly he lowers your shaking body to the bed, laughing softly at the sound of your displeased whines from the loss of contact.

“Don't whine so much. You know I'm going to give you exactly what you need, don't you? Say ‘yes daddy’, princess.” Seungcheol peels himself away from you and off the bed to dispel his clothing, hissing as the cool hair hit the hot skin of his cock.

“Yes daddy.” you grumble, mildly irritated because you'd been close, so close to cumming and you know that he knows that. “I need to cum though. And soon.”

Seungcheol comes back to bed and hovers over your body, eyebrows raised. “I know that.” He says simply. “I have every intention of making you cum until you're begging me to stop, baby. Until you're crying for daddy and your little cunt can't take anymore.” He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead before his lips are next to your ear, deep voice whispering, “Until your little cunt is overflowing with daddy's cum, sweetheart. I'm going to keep going until I'm satisfied that you've been bred full just like you need.”

“O-oh.” You whisper, shivers running through your body. “You-you’re gonna breed me, daddy?”

Seungcheol hums and then his mouth is on yours, tongue sliding into your mouth. You can feel two of his fingers begin to circle your hole and you moan into his mouth at the feeling. One finger enters you and you clench down without meaning to as Seungcheol fucks you with that one finger, going on until one finger becomes two, and then some time later two becomes three. Your body is shaking, trembling as Seungcheol stretches you for his cock. Your brain is fuzzy with the combination of sensations - your mouth hot and wet, tongue sliding erotically against Seungcheol’s, and your pussy stuffed full of his fingers.

Slowly, he works you back from the dull edge his mouth had left you on. Your pussy throbs with need, a need to be fucked and filled to the brim with Seungcheol, a need to cum, and thankfully Seungcheol finally gives you the latter as the three fingers he has buried inside of you find that spot that presses stars to your eyelids.

“Please,” you gasp out, flinging your head back and ripping your mouth from Seungcheol’s, “Please, daddy, I’m so close.”

Seungcheol smirks and leans in to press his mouth against your neck as his fingers switch from the slow methodical pace he’d used to work you open to something faster, harder, his only goal to make you scream his name when you cum.

You’re so worked up it doesn’t take very long before you snap, hands coming up to clutch in his mussed hair as you do just as he’d wished and scream out your release. You come down into mumbles of his name and his title, and you whimper when his fingers continue moving inside of you even as your walls pulse around them. Still sensitive, he makes you cum again within what feels like moments. Slowly he withdraws his fingers, covered in you, and you whimper.

“Look at me, princess.” He growls, and you open bleary eyes to watch him take his cock into his hand, the same hand covered in your wetness. “Fuck, fuck that feels so good, but not as good as your little cunt, isn’t that right, princess? Nothing feels as good on my cock as your tight little hole.” When he’s satisfied, he readjusts until the head of his cock is pressed right against your seeping hole. “Do you want it, baby girl?”

“Yes,” You beg, “Yes daddy, I need you, please fuck me.” You angle your head to slot your mouth against his and you groan into each other as he fills your pussy with one thrust, his hips pressed against your ass. You can feel him twitching inside of you and you grind your hips slowly against him. “Full.” You whimper, gripping Seungcheol’s shoulders. “M’so full, daddy.”

“I still have to breed you, princess.” Seungcheol hisses. “You aren’t full until I say you are.” His thumb comes down to rub slow, firm circles into your clit that leave you gasping and your pussy throbbing around the thick heat of him.

“I’m ready, daddy.” You whine, hips insistent against his. “Breed me full, daddy, I need it. Want - oh!” Seungcheol pulls his hips back and slams in, catching you off guard. “F-fill my pussy, daddy, gi-give me your cum, please, I need it!”

Seungcheol growls and latches his teeth onto your neck, leaving a trail of red marks as his hips continue moving slow and harsh against you. “You want my babies, princess?”

“Fu-fuck, da-daddy, I just -” You find it harder and harder to respond as the head of his cock spearheads right against your most sensitive spot, his thumb still pressed firm against your clit.

“Open your mouth.” Seungcheol demands, hips slamming slowly against yours. “Open your mouth for daddy, kitten.”

You do as he asks, sticking your tongue out in anticipation of what’s to come. Eyes closed, you hear and feel Seungcheol spit onto your tongue, down your throat, and the filth of it makes you whine.

“Don’t worry.” Seungcheol’s hips pick up speed and he starts panting from the effort. “You’re so soft already, baby, you’ll look so good dripping in my seed, knowing daddy bred your sweet little cunt until you get pregnant, god, fuck you feel so good, princess.” His body tenses and you think for a moment he might be cumming, but he groans loudly and just continues after a full-body shudder. “Yeah, fuck yeah, princess. My perfect little angel, letting daddy fuck you like this.”

You merely whimper out “Daddy,” in response, speech too much for your sensitive body and mind. “Please, daddy.” Your body feels overheated but in the best way, and before you know it Seungcheol has pulled yet another orgasm from you. You can feel the tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you gasp and Seungcheol keeps fucking you through it, slowing down only to thrust into you with more force which can only mean that he’s close.

You find that you’re right when Seungcheol slams inside and his hips go still, and then you feel it. The wet heat of his cum filling you, coating the inside of your pussy. He’s still for a minute or so until he finishes, until there’s no longer cum spilling from his cock, and then as if nothing had happened, Seungcheol begins thrusting into you again. You’re nearly in disbelief - he’d already cum so much, and he’d never been able to go again immediately.

“You got me so worked up, baby.” He mumbles into your neck, voice raspy. “I’m still so fucking hard, and it’s all for my soft, precious girl, my kitten, daddy’s little princess.”

“Kisses, daddy.” You mumble, turning towards him to offer him your mouth. “Please. Please give kitten kisses.”

Seungcheol swears under his breath and turns his head to meet yours, tongues meeting lazily as his hips worked without rest. One of his hands comes up to your chest, grabbing at your breast and working a nipple between his fingers as his other hand continues its assault on your clit.

With his tongue in your mouth and tears in your eyes, you cum once more, and this time you barely register anything except for the soft euphoria that fills your veins. Dimly you hear Seungcheol swear, and dimly you can feel his hips go into overdrive, but mostly you feel the euphoric warmth turn quickly into a blazing heat under your skin.

You’re not sure how long it takes you to come back, for the feeling to fade, but you know that while you were floating in warm bliss, Seungcheol has cum again. You can feel it dripping down the back of your thighs and your ass, and you smile wide at the sight of him barely holding himself up as he leans on his arms above you.

“Thank you daddy.” You whisper, reaching up to pull him down so he can lie against you. He hums and presses his hips into yours, moaning at the feeling of his cum seeping out of you.

“I bred you good, huh, kitten?” He asks, smirking as he wipes sweat from your forehead. You giggle, a little breathless, and press a kiss to his forehead.

“So good.” You reply, reaching down to take Seungcheol’s hand in yours. “The best.”

He laughs. Idly, he reaches a hand down to where the two of you are still joined and swipes a few fingers through the mess before offering those fingers to you. “Taste us, kitten.”

You take his fingers into your mouth and bob your head along the length of them as your tongue cleans the mess from the digits. You pull back and stick out your tongue to show that it’s all gone. “Tastes good, daddy.” You stretch and let out a high pitched groan, looking over to check the clock. “It’s still early.” You whisper, playing with his fingers now.

Seungcheol peers over your body to find that you’re right. “Mmm, I think we’ve earned a nap, don’t you, kitten?” He pulls your body against him and moves until your positions have flipped - with his cock still inside you, you’re now laying on top of his chest. Your body is exhausted, suddenly, and you find yourself yawning.

“I think you’re right.”

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