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brownsugarbaybee · 3 days
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Back to Bed - C.SC
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Pairing: Fiancé!Seungcheol x fem!reader
Genre: comfort smut
Word Count: 1055
Rating: MDNI
Warnings: thunderstorm, reader is a softie, Cheol is soft!dom daddy (need I say more?), pet names 'little one', 'baby', 'sweet girl'
A/N: I'm not going to explain myself because I really want this big drabble to speak for itself. I will only say thank you to my wifey, @thesafecafe for making this beautiful moodboard. I appreciate you so dearly. As always feedback is very much welcome. Reblogs are highly appreciated.
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The loud clap of thunder startled you from your slumber. It had been a long nap that was taken late afternoon and now you could see that it was dark outside.
Usually your fiancé would be home from work by now, either cuddled up with you, in the kitchen cooking or in his office.
Clad in only one of his big t-shirts and a pair of panties, you got up and out of bed because he wasn't in the first place and a quick whiff of the air told you he wasn't in the second place either. Leaving only one more.
You didn't bother knocking because the rain drowned out any sound, so you just pushed the door open and waddled inside.
Seungcheol immediately noticed your figure and gets up to walk towards you. Arms bulging through his t-shirt and sweats hanging low on his hips, gosh. How did he look so effortlessly good?
"Hi, little one." He greets sweetly with a kiss to your temple, picking you up into his strong arms. He immediately takes note of your distress when you curl up against his firm body. "What's the matter, baby?"
Upon getting no response, he walks you down to the living room and sits on the sofa. Just as he leans back, another clap of thunder sounds, effectively making you squeak and clutch onto Seungcheol even tighter.
"Aww, are you scared of the thunder, little one?" He coos into your ear, rubbing your back soothingly.
"Yeah" you nod against his neck. He holds you tighter, trying to think of something that could help ease your fear.
"Want some hot chocolate?" You shook your head. "Some cookies?" Another shake of your head. "Some daddy?" He teases, however, you stiffen for a second before whimpering against his skin. "You need to tell me, baby. Or else I can't help." His hands trail lower, smoothing over your ass, squeezing the fat as they begin guiding you to move against him, ripping another whimper from you. "Words."
Sitting up straight, you look down into his hooded eyes, dark with lust and sparkling with mischief. "Need daddy to uhm... To fill me up."
A groan that can only be described as primal, rips through the air and not a second later are Seungcheol's lips on yours. The softness he kisses you with juxtaposes the roughness his hands rock you against his rapidly hardening cock as his hips buck to meet yours. The little to no layers of clothing doing wonders at providing friction to your needy little clit.
Your own hands find themselves in different positions. Your non dominant clutching both the collar of his t-shirt and his chain while the other slowly trails down the centre of his chest, sending a shudder through your fiancé. "Daddy, please." You attempt to speak against his persistent lips at a low rumble of the cold and hot air meeting outside. "Need you now"
"Don't want me to stretch you out first, baby? Daddy doesn't want to hurt you." He pouts up at you with those big sparkly brown eyes. You know he's right. Know you should probably let him eat you out first and finger you but, another loud clap of thunder jolts you and you quite literally squeal, shaking from the velocity.
"Daddy!" The rawness in your cry for him snaps him to work.
"Shh, it's alright. Daddy's got you." He comforts as he pulls down his sweats and briefs in one go, enough for his leaking cock to spring out.
"Look at me, little one." He says softly, yet stern. "Good girl. Now breathe for me" he praises when you look at him with teary eyes. You mimic is breathing, in through the nose and out through the mouth, calming your racing heart slightly. "That's it, keep going." He whispers as he starts to guide your hips down, sinking your wet warmth around his hardened heat.
You're already hovering over him, one hand pulling your panties to the side waiting for him to guide you down onto his thick, long cock. You're panting, panicking really, because he's taking forever and you're about to start crying when he calls your name.
It's in moments like this when Seungcheol feels extremely protective of you. Not only because you came to him when you were scared, but because your own body won't even listen to you but it'll listen to him. And so he'll always make sure that you're safe, comfortable and happy.
Seungcheol's not entirely sure if you want to cock warm him or if you want him to fuck you. But knowing there was no prep, he can't risk you tearing something so he makes the decision for both of you and settles deeper into the couch, ultimately nestling himself deeper inside you. He wraps his arms around you when you sigh in contempt, nuzzling your face in his neck as you suck on his skin, leaving marks that he'll proudly wear like a badge.
The storm becomes white noise, almost non-existent as you're transported to a land that is purely Seungcheol. His scent, his warmth, his strength, his gentle touch and his love.
Neither of you have made a move to fuck, but you're not making it easy with the way your walls keep clenching and somehow you become even wetter than before. Your fiancé takes a leap and shallowly bucks up. No reaction. He repeats his action once more and this time you clench harder.
Perfect.
"Can daddy move, baby?"
"No." You whine.
"Please, sweet girl? Your little pussy wants it too, hm?" He moves his hands to grope the fat of your ass once again. "You keep clenching around me." His voice is low, deep and raspy.
You gasp, mouth falling open as your face scrunches up at the feeling of his cock head twitching against your cervix. Your hips moving at their own accord as they grind gently against him.
"See? Let me take you to bed and fuck you back to sleep. We both deserve it, yeah."
And to your fiancé’s relief, you nod desperately "Yes, please, daddy."
Seungcheol braces you in his hold and you wrap yourself around him as he stands up, still balls deep inside you and leads you both to the bedroom.
"Let's get you back to bed, little one."
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smileysuh · 7 days
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devil's girl
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🌙 starring. Choi Seungcheol x afab!Reader I ft. Mingyu & Wonwoo
🔮 preview. “Three hundred years ago, one of your ancestors promised me a descendant as my prophesied betrothed. A girl of her bloodline who would bear my hybrid offspring, children with the power of demons and witches, bodies unrestricted by the laws of heaven or hell. A witch who would be identified by the mark of the Devil, drawn through with three lines.”
tw/cw. foreplay, fingering, oral (f receiving), Cheol is low-key pussy obsessed, overstimulation, 5-inch long demon tongue, invisible demon bondage magic, the demon magic can also vibrate her clit a little, bdsm themes, slight choking, squirting, wet kink, massive cock cheol, pussy stretching, impreg/breeding/cum kink, dirty talk, service dom Cheol, consent is a must, begging, multiple reader orgasms, unprotected sex, hand job, dream/incubi threesome with Mingyu & Wonwoo, double fingering, degradation, dacryphilia, etc… I pet names: (hers) little/my sweet, pretty girl, good girl, whore/slut (1), baby, little love, etc. (his) sir, daddy.
👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 7.2k
🍭 aus. king of hell!Cheol, witch descendant!y/n, prophesy, arranged marriage, yandere/possessive themes, slight kidnapping, etc…
☀️ mlist + an. I feel like I need the men I write about every time, but when I tell you I need this man biblically, when I tell you I need him to kidnap me and make me the Queen of Hell and knock me up with demon hybrid babies asap-
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Prologue:
It was not a fate that she would have ever wished upon any of her descendants, but there was a price to pay for power, a price to pay for life and a line continued. The old crone signed the contract, bound in blood, with the King of Hell, promising one of her own line as his future intended.
She could not foresee when the prophesied witch would be born, all she could promise The Dark King was that the descendant would bear the mark of the Devil. Somewhere in the world, there would be a girl born with a pentagram birthmark, run through with three lines, and that girl, would bear the task of giving children to the King of Hell himself.
The crone did this to solidify her line would survive the witch trials ravaging the country, the contract would ensure demonic protection from death- none of the King’s loyal followers would allow harm to fall upon any woman who could possibly birth the next Queen of Hell. 
As the trials continued, not one of the crone’s daughters were harmed. Years went by, with the crone checking every new grandaughter and great-granddaughter for marks. When it became clear that the prophesied girl would not be born in her time on Earth, she urged all her descendants to be fruitful and multiply, in the hopes that, with a large family line, the Demon King would have a harder time finding the contracted child.
Upon her death, the old crone’s family took her words to heart. Not only did the daughters multiply after the witch trials had ended, but they split. Some became nomadic, others found places to settle down and have whole swaths of children. Many of these descendants took upon new names, as women always took the last name of their husbands.
In this way, the old crone hoped to cheat the devil himself, and for a very long time, she was successful in her evasion of him.
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one
“This better be important,” Seungcheol groans, shifting on his throne to assess the two low level demons in front of him. 
The incubi exchange looks, and finally one steps forward. “Sir, we found her.”
“You found her?” the King repeats. “Is that supposed to mean something to me?”
“The witch,” the second demon says, fumbling as he also moves forward to address Seungcheol. “The one from the prophecy, with the mark.” 
The Demon King feels a twitch of something electric, it makes his finger tips jolt, and he begins to strum them along the dark marble arm of his throne. “What are your names?”
“I’m Wonwoo,” says the first incubi, “and this is Mingyu.”
“Well, Wonwoo, Mingyu, the two of you better not be wrong.” Seungcheol stands up. “Where is she?”
“We can give you the details, only…” Mingyu casts an anxious look toward Wonwoo, “we’re pretty sure she was wearing a high level demon ward.”
“What?” The word comes out as a growl, and in the lava fields of hell that stretch as far as the eye can see behind him, there’s a tremor that betrays the King’s rage.
“A demon ward,” Wonwoo repeats. “An heirloom. It’s a necklace. We tried to get her to take it off, but even while dreaming, she was pretty protective over it.”
Seungcheol can’t believe what he’s hearing. It’s been over three hundred years since he’d made a contract with the old crone. Three hundred years of waiting for the ability to sire a line with a witch who would be able to withstand the process. He’d almost given up the hope of ever finding his betrothed, only for two sinful incubi to find her in the dream state. The fact that she’s warded is the cherry on top of this whole fucking thing.
“That bitch,” Seungcheol groans. “The old crone has done everything in her power to make sure our contract would never be fulfilled, and she’s even left warding jewlery.” 
If the witch wasn’t in heaven, Seungcheol would pay a visit to her himself to enact his revenge for this final piece of treachery.
You do a service to save an entire line of witches, and this is how they intend to pay back your kindness. 
“It’s not the end though,” Wonwoo offers helpfully. “We just have to convince her to take the necklace off, that will break the ward, and you can summon yourself into her room as soon as it’s off.”
“If the two of you do this for me,” Seungcheol notes, “you will be rewarded.”
“We’re just happy we found her for you,” Mingyu says, voice shaky. “It’s been a very long time.”
Too long, in fact. 
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two
You’re lost in a dreamy haze. Two pairs of lips are on your throat, one man pressed to your front, the other at your back. Hands caress your form, and nothing has felt this real. You’re moaning, eager for the fiery touches.
“We need you to do something for us,” the man in front of you whispers, licking past the shell of your ear and making you shiver.
“Anything,” you blurt out, already reaching for his cock.
A hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. When you meet the stern man’s gaze, you note the darkness in his eyes. 
“This is a pretty necklace,” he muses, as the person at your back nips at the chain that encircles your throat.
“It’s a-” you swallow back your lust, trying to form words, “an heirloom.”
“How badly do you want to be fucked, naughty girl?” 
“So bad,” you whimper, pressing your thighs together in the hope that you can quench some of your sexual appetite. 
“Then you need to promise us that when you wake up, you’ll take this pretty necklace off, only for a while.”
“Huh?” You’re confused, and the man behind you immediately brings his hand to your core, stroking you through your nightie. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you feel like they’ve asked you to do this before- but your memory is as fuzzy as the vision in front of you, and the men are more than distracting.
“You can do this for us, right?” he presses. “Please?”
“Why do you need me to take my necklace off?” you ask. It had been a parting gift from your mother before you were put up for adoption, and in her note, she’d warned you never to take it off. You can already feel yourself becoming restless at the turn of this dream, what had started so sweet and sexual has turned darker than you’d been ready for.
“It looks like it needs a little… TLC, don’t you think, baby?” One large finger slips into your core, and at the same time, the man in front of you tugs down your dress to access your breast, flicking at the nipple.
“Tell us you’ll do this,” murmurs the one with his mouth on your chest.
Your fingers tangle through his dark curls, keeping him on your breast while he begins to suck on your sensitive bud. It’s practically impossible to say no to them.
“Okay,” you whisper finally, voice shaky. “Just for a little.”
“There’s our good girl,” the one in front growls, adding a hand to his friend’s so he can slip his own finger into your dripping core. They both begin to work you open, and you can’t help the gasps of pleasure that begin to escape you, your grip flying to broad shoulders to keep yourself standing between the two large men.  “Now we all get our reward.”
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three
You wake up feeling relaxed but needy. You remember ghosted touches as you head for a morning shower, washing your body and remembering strong hands trailing along the same path. 
As you do your usual skin routine, your necklace catches your eye in the bathroom mirror, and you’re reminded of the promise you’d made in your dream. Upon inspection, you do think the necklace could use a little refurbishment- you’ve been wearing the chain since childhood, where your commitment to never taking it off had been like life and death.
If you’d had a dream about removing it, if even for a little while, maybe that was your subconscious telling you it’s time to let go of the hold your mother has on you. After all, she gave you up- what do you owe her? What’s the point in still wearing this around?
With a sigh, you reach behind yourself, fiddling with the clasp. There have been a few times you’ve been required to take the necklace off, at hospitals, or the dentist, certain airports- it won’t kill you to remove it for a little while today.
You don’t think much of it as you set the heirloom onto your bathroom counter, in fact, you’re already planning out breakfast. You go to the kitchen, humming to yourself while you open the fridge to look at the contents inside. 
As you reach for the orange juice, the hairs on the back of your neck begin to raise, and you feel a powerful energy, as if you’re being watched.
“Goodmorning, sweet girl.” 
The sudden voice makes you jump, heart lurching into your throat as you whip around.
There’s a man standing in your kitchen. He’s dressed in all black, with a long silky jacket over top of dress pants and a matching charcoal shirt. His hair is dark too, and he has a smirk on his handsome face.
It only takes you a moment to assess ‘oh, he’s hot’ and one more to decide to throw your juice directly at him.
The man quickly lifts his hand, flicking two fingers. It’s as if the container of orange juice hits some invisible barrier, and it goes flying directly into your sink.
“Don’t be like that,” he tuts, clicking his tongue. “Is that any way to greet a man like me?”
“Who are you?” you ask, mouth going dry as you cower back against the fridge, feeling suddenly very naked in your tiny shorts and crop top. 
“An angel,” the man says simply, but the all black outfit is a dead give away that he’s lying.
“Yeah?” you let out a small laugh. “What’s your name then, mister Angel?”
He stares at you for a moment, something dark flashing over his features. When he smiles this time, you notice sharp canines. “Satan.” 
Your entire body runs cold. “I don’t…” You lick your lips. “I don’t see any devil horns, or a tail-”
“Would you like to see them?”
“No?” 
The man takes a step toward you. “You’re reacting better than I expected, Devil’s girl.”
“Devil’s girl?” you repeat, pressing your back tighter to the fridge in an effort to get away from him as he approaches closer and closer.
“That’s you,” he nods. “That’s what you are. It’s who you were destined to be.”
“I don’t know much about destiny-”
“Why would you?” he shrugs. “It’s been three hundred years since your family agreed to the dept they owe me. In that time, you witches have made it extra hard for me to keep track of all of you. I’m not surprised you don’t know anything about the prophecy, although, I will admit I’m a little disappointed you clearly haven’t stepped into your powers yet. Part of me had been hoping for a bit of a fight.”
“I can still fight you-” you insist, reaching out to grab a weapon from the knife block, brandishing it at the intruder.
He simply laughs, and with the flick of his fingers the knife goes flying out of your hand, landing in the sink next to the juice. “Silly little girl,” he grins. “Power reacts only to power, and though I can see you have power in your veins, it’s clear that no one has unlocked it for you. Don’t worry, I’ll help you get there.”
“Why would I want your help?” You cower back against the fridge, unable to move from where you’re standing. It feels like your feet are weighed down, and you wonder if this is another one of his magic tricks.
The devil puts his hand on the surface next to your head, blocking you into your fate. “Because, silly girl, at the moment, I’m your fiance, and soon, I’ll be your husband.”
“What?” The word comes out as a croak, your heart going a mile a minute in your chest.
“Three hundred years ago, one of your ancestors promised me a descendant as my prophesied betrothed. A girl of her bloodline who would bear my hybrid offspring, children with the power of demons and witches, bodies unrestricted by the laws of Heaven or Hell. A witch who would be identified by the mark of the Devil, drawn through with three lines.” 
Realization washes over you. The mark on your ass- the peculiar birthmark, the mark you’ve always been insecure about-
“How…” you swallow thickly. “Why now? How did you find me?”
“I had help. Two incubi found you in your dreams. You were wearing an heirloom with a ward against me, but lucky for us, they convinced you to take off the silly little crone necklace. I couldn’t touch you while you had it on, couldn’t be in the same room as you, but now… I can be here with you, and…” he reaches out a hand, dragging a finger along your collarbone, “I can touch you.” 
“And if I say no to all of this?” you ask. “If I say no to marrying a man who’s literally Satan?”
“Then I’ll convince you,” the demon leans close, his hot breath ghosting over your throat. “I can be awfully convincing… also, if it makes you feel better, don’t call me Satan.”
“Then what should I call you?”
“Seungcheol.” There’s a softening in his tone when he says this new name, and as you stare at his handsome face, you realize that is suits him. “And what should I call you, my sweet?”
You whisper your name and Seungcheol repeats it. You can tell he’s enjoying the taste of it on his tongue, and as you share this close proximity with the man who claims you’re his betrothed, you realize your innate attraction to him, despite the circumstance. 
“So…” you lick your lips. “What now?”
“Now, little sweet, I take you back to my Kingdom.”
“You mean Hell.”
He grins, and you once again get a view of those sharp teeth. You wonder what they’ll feel like against your skin, and the thought has your body tingling with lust and shame. 
“What if I don’t go with you.”
“Like I said, I’m awfully convincing, but on this one, you don’t have a choice.” He lets out a sigh, playing with a strand of your hair. “There are many religions in this world, little sweet, and in many of them, the King of Hell gets his Persephone. Although, in this case, you have no Demeter to protect you. The witch who promised you to me is long since dead, and your family line got muddled and convoluted in the hopes that it would hide you from me. Unfortunately for them, I’m here to collect, and there’s no one in the world who can stop me.”
“But, I mean-” you search for any way to get out of this. “I have a job-”
“Yeah? Tell me about this job.” 
You can’t believe he’s humouring you, a slight appearance of interest appearing in his features. “I’m a full time baby sitter, an au pair,  the girls are expecting me-”
Seungcheol lets out a low growl from deep in his chest. “So you’re good with children.”
Your mind goes back to what he’d said not minutes ago: ‘A girl of her bloodline who would bear my hybrid offspring, children with the power of demons and witches, bodies unrestricted by the laws of Heaven or Hell.’
Of course the King of Hell has an impreg kink and is turned on by your job as a nanny. 
“I can’t go with you,” you insist.
His hand wraps around your throat, thumb teasing your jaw. “It’s not your choice.”
His eyes flare a fiery red colour, and it feels as if the air is sucked out of your lungs. Your hair ruffles, as if you’re in a wind tunnel, and a moment later, you’re no longer standing in your kitchen.
Seungcheol releases your neck, gesturing to the room you’re now in. “This is your new home,” he announces, giving you a moment to take in the black marble floors, scarce furniture, and large bed in the center of the space. There’s a floor to ceiling window that encompasses a whole wall, and through it, you see what can only be decribed as a literal Hellscape. 
You can’t help it, you approach the window, mind going blank as you stare out at the fire fields. 
Seungcheol is silent as he comes up behind you, pressing two hands to the windowed wall and blocking you in with your back to his chest. You can feel his breath along your throat. “Welcome to Hell, sweet thing. This is all yours now, although, I doubt I’ll let you leave this room too often, not until I know I can trust you.”
It’s funny to hear Satan talking about his ability to trust you- a girl who’s done her best to be good her whole life. 
Seungcheol’s lips brush by your ear. “Should we get started, then?”
“Started on what?”
“You know what.” He presses a shockingly soft kiss to your throat, nose nuzzling by your jaw.
“Please, don’t hurt me.”
“I’ll be honest with you, little one, I’m not a nice man. But… I’ll be good to you, if you’re good for me.” One of his hands slips down from the window to grab at your hip, tugging your back flush to his chest. “The way you were good for Mingyu and Wonwoo in your dreams last night.” 
The names mean nothing to you, as the men in your wet dream had never given them, although, they must be the incubi he was talking about earlier. The fact that Seungcheol knows about your sinful nightly escapades with two other demons has you feeling shy, your skin heating at his words.
“Even so, demons need consent to enter human bodies,” the King of Hell explains. “Which means, if you withdraw your consent, I’ll be forced to stop. Although… something tells me you’ll consent.”
His hand glides from your hip to your exposed abdomen, and he teases you on what path he’s going to take- up to your breasts, or down to your aching core.
“What…” you swallow back a moan, “What makes you so sure?”
“I can smell your arousal, sweet girl, and there are signs I can see too.” His hand smooths up to your breast, and he squeezes your sensitive flesh, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple. “I think you’re well aware that I’m going to fuck you, in a way you’ve never even dreamed of being fucked before.”
Your breath catches, and you bite at your lower lip to stop a whimper from slipping out of you. Your back arches, pushing your chest more into his large palm.
Seungcheol grins against your throat. “I can see how much you want this, little sweet. Do you want to see how much I want you?”
He grinds his front against your ass, and you can feel his hard cock- fuck, he feels big. You shiver at the realization that your betrothed is packing, and Seungcheol laughs at your reaction.
“Tell me you want this,” he commands.
“I-” You bite your tongue.
His hand wraps around your throat, lips moving to your ear. “Tell me you want this.” 
“I want this,” you admit weakly. 
“That’s my good girl,” Seungcheol growls. His hand raises from you neck, fingers finding your jaw again. He prompts you to turn your head, meeting his gaze as he leans over your shoulder, looking down at you with a dark expression. 
You know what’s coming, and you can’t help yourself as he draws your lips to his own. Your eyes flutter shut, mind going blank as you enjoy the feeling of him. He’s warm, but you suppose you should expect that from the King of Hell. 
The kiss deepens all too quickly, and you find yourself turning in his embrace, grabbing at his broad shoulders to pull him even closer. 
Seungcheol lets out a growl when your breasts press against his chest, and he leans down, grabbing at the back of your thighs so he can lift you off the marble floor. He presses you back against the window, tongue tasting your own and dominating you as he kisses you like a man who’s waited a hundred years for this- or, strike that, a man who’s waited three hundred years. 
There’s a rage in the way he kisses you, rage in the fact that he was forced to wait so long, but behind the rage is something like desperation. His fingers dig into your thighs, his mouth unrelenting against your own.
You’re not sure how long the kiss lasts, but soon, he’s carrying you to the bed. He sets you onto the lavish mattress, tearing at your clothes until you’re naked before him. He towers over you, staring down at your body while you catch your breath.
“Beautiful,” he muses, reaching down to massage your breast, which sends sparks of delight through your entire form. “You were made for me. My sweet. My little queen. My lost witch.”
When he says it like this, something about it feels right. 
Something about him feels right, as if your soul has accepted him, even after such a short amount of time. 
Then, in the most shocking twist of events, the King of Hell himself gets onto his knees for you. “Come here, my sweet,” Seungcheol says softly, grabbing at your thighs to tug you down the silk sheets toward his face. “It’s time for me to have a taste.” 
He leans toward your core, taking in a lewd breath before letting it fan across your skin. Your core throbs at the proximity. Seungcheol grins at your reaction, tongue moving to prod his own fang- which is when you realize, his tongue is like his cock: monstrous. 
You suck in a choked gasp, eyes widening. You’d thought he was going easy on you by giving you his mouth first, come to find out his tongue alone is probably as large as most men’s cocks- this must be a Devil thing, but before you can think too hard about it, Seungcheol is licking your slit and your mind goes silent.
A whimper escapes you, your back arching, core pushing closer to his face. Seungcheol lets out a small chuckle, his large hands finding your abdomen to pin you in place. “Stay still and take it, pretty girl,” he warns. “Or there will be… consequences.”
He licks at you again, flicking your clit with as skilled a tongue as you’ve ever had. Your pussy is already throbbing with need, and it takes everything inside of you not to buck toward his face again.
You can feel him watching you when you throw your head back, whimpering at the way he circles your clit. Then he drags his tongue down, dipping it into your wet heat. Your body tenses at the intrusion, mind short cirucuiting as inch after inch of tongue invades you, licking at your walls while Seungcheol groans at your taste.
Fuck- a five inch tongue is definitely a demon thing, but you can’t bring yourself to hate it as he begins to literally tongue fuck you stupid. 
Not only does Cheol have the largest tongue you’ve experienced, and a willingness to use it, he’s got an eagerness in the way he eats you out. It’s as if he’s trying to devour you, holding nothing back as he growls and groans his way through working you up to your orgasm. 
The feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach is hot and all consuming, your muscles tensing with effort as you get closer and closer to your peak.
“Fuck- Cheol-” you whimper, unable to hold it in any longer as your hips push toward his face, one of your hands moving down to grab at his hair-
It’s as if hot, invisible handcuffs wrap around your wrists, tugging them up and over your head, pinning you to the bed while you squirm with confusion and lust.
“What did I say about consequences if you didn’t behave yourself?” Seungcheol asks, pulling away from your core and licking his wet lips with that tongue of his.
“I-” you push at the invisible binds on your wrists. “I’m sorry- I was just so close-”
“So close that you lost your manners?” He taps his fingers along your abdomen. “That’s not very queenly of you, my sweet.”
“I’m sorry-” you say again, tears begin to form in your eyes as you feel your orgasm dissipating. “Please-”
“Please, what?”
“Your tongue- I was so close-”
“Do you really deserve it?”
“Yes!”
“You’ll be good for me?”
“Of course, I’ll be so good-”
“If you’re not good for me,” he warns, “you don’t get to cum, remember that.”
“Yes, okay, I understand-” you fight the urge to thrash in his embrace, and it feels like forever that he assesses you before finally bringing his face between your thighs again.
Just as his tongue is about to lap at your pussy, he stops. “Actually, I want to hear you beg for this. Beg for me to let you cum.”
You’re practically delirious, muscles still tight in preparation for your orgasm, and you’ll do anything he says right now. “Please, please, Sir- please let me cum!”
Seungcheol lets out a satisfied growl. “Sir, huh?” He clicks his tongue. “I’ll take that for now, but pretty soon, you’ll be calling me daddy.”
You whimper at his words, core dripping with spit and arousal. “Please-”
He buries his face in your pussy again, holding nothing back. His hands move down to your thighs, squeezing and adding a slight pain that has your entire body tingling. Gasps escape you, escalating in pitch as he drags you closer and closer to your orgasm again-
“Cumming,” you whisper, as the most intense orgasm of your life slams into you.
You do your best not to thrash around, but as Seungcheol obscenely tongue fucks you through your high, it’s the most you can do to stay as still as possible. You push up against the invisible binds on your wrists, gasping and whimpering-
“Fuck, my clit- it’s too sensitive-” you try to tell him, only for Seungcheol to focus more on the sensitive bud.
Your toes curl, a strangled sob escaping you at the stimulus. All you can do is lay there and take the pleasure he’s giving you- you’d thought he was being nice when he’d decided to eat you out, but you see now that maybe there was a bit of sadism in it. He’s clearly enjoying making you cum so hard that you’re beginning to cry, your muscles screaming at you from how tense you are-
“Please, please, please-” 
With one final flick at your clit that has you letting out a high pitched squeal, Seungcheol pulls away from your pussy. He blows hot air on your core and you twitch, thighs closing, body shaking in the aftershocks of your orgasm.
“Look at you, crying and I haven’t even given you my cock yet,” Seungcheol muses, standing up and staring down at your body. 
He pulls off his shirt, and even through your tears, you take a good look at his chiseled form. 
Fuck, he’s even more gorgeous with his skin showing. His shoulders are broad, arms all beefy and strong- he’s an absolute unit, but you guess you shouldn’t have expected anything less from the King of Hell. 
Then he goes for his pants, pushing them down to reveal the largest cock you’ve ever seen in person.
Your mouth begins to water, fuzzy mind trying to figure out just how many inches this man is about to bury into your wet, twitching pussy.
“Think you can take it, pretty girl?” he asks, wrapping a hand around the base and pumping his hard length.
“Something tells me you’ll make it fit,” you whisper, your core throbbing at the idea.
Seungcheol grins. “We just met, and you already know me so well. Guess that’s part of the whole destined to be together thing. Makes shit easier.”
Instead of getting on top of you, Seungcheol tugs you closer to the foot of the mattress, then, with one twitch of his fingers, the entire bed raises, positioning you exactly where he needs you to be in order for him to fuck you while standing up.
He grabs at your breast, teasing your nipple while you mewl. Your own hand reaches out for his cock, and he allows you to grab him. You wipe your thumb across the angry red tip, smearing precum along his shaft to add lubrication, making it easier to pump his cock slowly while he continues to tease your nipples. 
His hand begins to decend, and he teases two fingers along your pussy lips. “I guess I can be nice and stretch you out,” he sighs, slipping the digits into your core. 
It’s a kindness you’re not sure you expected from him, and it prompts you to squeeze his cock tighter in your palm while he begins to finger fuck you open, scissoring his digits and testing your inner walls. 
“I can’t fucking wait to ruin your perfect little pussy,” Seungcheol groans, fucking you even harder. “You’re squeezing my fingers so fucking well, gonna be a good girl and squeeze my cock even better.”
“Yes, Sir,” you whimper, abdominal muscles tensing as he begins to stroke your gspot. 
“Should I give you one more before I give you my cock?” Seungcheol asks, thumb finding your clit and making you cry out. “You’re already wet, baby, but I want you dripping when I finally fuck you stupid.”
You pump is cock faster as he pistons his fingers into your gspot, his thumb unrelenting on your sensitive bud. He works you up to another orgasm with deadly precision, your entire body tensing with pleasure before falling over the edge.
“That’s it,” Seungcheol growls, fingers fucking you through your high. “That’s a good girl, squirting all over my fucking hand-”
No man has ever made you squirt before, and the feeling is intense. You’re gasping, crying from how good it feels, like an overwhelming sense of relief washing over you, a warmth spreading out from your core.
The sound of your squirt is obscene too, gushy, spongy noises filling the room with each pump of Seungcheol’s fingers.
“Sir,” you whimper, “need your cock-”
“Yeah? Is my good girl finally ready to please her King?”
You can only nod, letting go of his cock in favor of grabbing the sheets, needing an anchor for what’s about to come next.
“You know what this means, right?” Seungcheol asks, teasing his tip along your wet pussy lips. “You know I’m going to cum so fucking deep inside of you that you’re going to be dripping for days.”
You nod again, whimpering at the idea.
“You want to be bred though, don’t you, pretty girl? You’re practically begging for it now. What happened to the girl who threw juice at me this morning? All it took was a little cock and you’re dick whipped for you King.”
“All it took was a big cock,” you correct him, skin flushing at the words that have just slipped out of him.
Seungcheol laughs, his canines sparkling in the low light of the room. “Biggest cock you’ve ever had,” he agrees. “Biggest cock you ever will have. After this, you’re mine. Completely. Body and soul.” 
In past relationships, you’ve toyed with the idea of forever. It’s been a thought that strikes fear in your heart, but for some reason, looking up at the King of Hell, forever doesn’t scare you anymore.
Something tells you he’s going to take care of you, in a way no one ever has.
It’s clear he’s very protective over you. He believes in soulmates, in destiny, in prophecy- you’re his perfect match, and he’s fully bought into that idea… maybe you’ll buy into it someday too.
“I’m yours,” you agree finally, staring up at the beautiful devil.
He bends over you, pressing his lips to your own. With one hand, he cups your cheek, keeping you close, and with the other, he guides his cock to your pussy again, slowly pushing in.
You gasp against his mouth at the immediate stretch of his cockhead in your tight core, your hands flying to his shoulders.
“I know,” he coos, “I know, but it will feel good in a second, I promise.”
You’re happy he made you squirt, because the wetness coating your pussy makes it easy for him to slowly slide inch after inch into your core. He thrusts shallowly, and the movement helps your body become adjusted to his massive size.
You’re shocked at how big he is- it was one thing to see it, and another thing entirely to feel him- to feel the vein running along the underside of his cock while it drags against your sensitive walls.
Seungcheol’s mouth is hot against your own, his tongue seemingly back to a normal size as he licks at your lips. You think he must be trying to distract you from the intense feeling of being stretched out on his cock, and it’s another kindness you’d never expected from him.
When he’s fully sheathed in your core, you both let out groans of pleasure. 
The King of Hell straightens again, looking down at you while his hands graze your form. “Ready, sweet girl?”
You nod, licking your lips. “Yes, please.”
He grabs your hips, holding you steady so he can begin to rut into you.
Your view of him is insane. How is his body so perfect? He’s chiseled in the best of ways, his chest looks downright biteable, his biceps bulging as he holds you down, his abdominal muscles clenching with each thrust-
You’re absolutely delirious for him, your own hands finding your chest to tease your nipples.
Seungcheol’s gaze shifts to where you’re touching yourself, and a smirk appears on his face. “Fuck, baby, that good, huh?”
You can only nod and let out a needy mewling sound, pinching at your nipples and making your back arch while he rails your pussy.
Each drag of his cock along your sensitive inner walls has you seeing stars, and when his hand flattens over your abdomen, you nearly loose it.
“This is how deep I am,” he tells you. “Bet having-” he groans, “Bet having your guts rearranged by the King of Hell wasn’t on your bingo card this year, was it, little love?”
“No, sir,” you shake your head, whimpering at the feeling of pressure on your stomach from his hand. God- why does this feel so good? You can feel him everywhere, he’s all consuming, and that familiar feeling of an oncoming orgasm is building yet again.
“I can feel you tensing up,” Seungcheol notes with a laugh, his thumb moving down to find your clit. “Gonna cum on my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes, daddy,” you mewl, the title feeling more than natural on your lips.
Seungcheol’s grip on your hip tightens at the word, his thumb applying more pressure to your clit while he fucks you even harder, impaling you on his massive cock with each rough thrust.
“Beg for daddy to let you cum.”
“Please- please, daddy, fuck- I wanna cum so bad, wanna make you feel good-”
“I’m not cumming with you, not yet,” he warns. “As much as I love this position, there’s only one way I want you when I’m filling you with my seed, and that’s on your hands and knees, face buried in the pillows, crying like my good little whore.”
His words have your pussy fluttering around his cock, and it makes his grin widen.
“You like that, huh? Like the idea of being my perfect little cock slut?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Made for me,” he grunts, pinching your clit and making you cry out. “You were fucking made for me. Cum on my cock, baby, show me you deserve it.”
You can’t even fight the command, your body short circuiting, muscles clenching as you follow through with what he wants. Your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, pussy clamping down on Seungcheol’s large cock.
He doesn’t stop, he only fucks you harder as you squeal and thrash against the bed- when you reach out to grab his arms, the invisible binds appear again, pinning your hands above you.
Seungcheol laughs, but there’s a groan in the sound too, and you know you’re probably squeezing him like a fucking vice. 
“Good girl,” he growls, and it only makes your pussy flutter harder.
The squelching sound returns, and you can’t even find it within yourself to be shy about the way your body is reacting to him, you’re too overwhelmed by the euphoria surging through your being to think cohesively.
“You’re crying again,” Seungcheol notes. “How cute.” His pace slows, and suddenly he’s grabbing at your jaw, hauling you into a sitting position, your face just inches from his own. 
His eyes are dark as he looks at you, then his long tongue is lolling out of his mouth, licking away your tears while you struggle and shiver, his cock buried so deep inside of you that you think you might faint.
“Tell me you’re ready for me to breed you,” Seungcheol growls.
“I’m ready for you to breed me,” you say meekly, core throbbing again at the idea.
The King of Hell presses his lips against your own, kissing your breath away while you claw at his shoulders. Then, as suddenly as he’d kissed you, he pulls away, cock slipping from your core and making you whine. 
“Onto all fours,” he instructs.
The bed slowly lowers to an acceptable height while you fumble on shaky legs to get into doggy position. 
“That’s my good girl,” Seungcheol praises you, the bed dipping as he joins you on his knees behind you. His large hands find your body, skimming along your sides.
Then he grabs the back of your neck, shoving your face down into the mattress. 
“Part of me wants to thank you for making this so easy,” he says. “But another part of me thinks you should be the one thanking me for giving you the opportunity to carry the children of the King of Hell.”
“Thank you,” you murmur.
Seungcheol scoffs. “You can thank me when my cum is dripping out of your used hole and you’re still begging for more.”
He slams his cock back into you, and a cry escapes your lips. God, in this position, he feels even deeper- if that’s possible.
Your toes curl at the sensation, and with every rough thrust, his balls clap against your clit, making you dizzy with pleasure.
His grip on the back of your neck increases, skilled fingers finding the arteries that flow to your brain- soon, you’re not only dizzy with pleasure, but dizzy from air being restricted too. It’s a beautiful, tingling feeling, and it has you clawing at the bed, arching your back as you moan like a desperate whore for him. 
You feel something on your clit, but both of Seungcheol’s hands are still occupied, one on your hip, one on your neck-
That’s when you realize that whatever invisible magic grip he’d used to pin you to the bed, he can use to pleasure you too-
Now, you truly feel him everywhere. 
“Fuck, fuck-” you struggle against the mattress, another orgasm bubbling in the pit of your stomach.
“That’s it, take it.” 
“Are you close?” you ask, and from the silence that you’re met with, you’re pretty sure you’ve caught him off guard. “Please tell me you’re close- I want to be full so bad, want you to breed me, Cheol- please-”
He sucks in a shaky breath, gripping your hip so hard that you’re pretty sure you’re going to bruise. His hand moves away from your neck in favour of grabbing both sides of your waist. He roughly pulls your ass back to meet each hard thrust.
“Keep begging.” 
“Please, daddy, please- fuck, this is what you wanted me for, right? This is what I owe you? Then give it to me- give me everything, breed me-”
“Cum for me first,” Seungcheol commands. “Cum on my cock so I know you deserve it.”
The magic on your clit suddenly feels like a harsh vibration, and it’s enough to tip you over the edge. You grab at the bed sheets, letting out a primal sound of pleasure as your core clamps down on Seungcheol’s length for a second time.
He lets out his own groan, and a moment later you feel his cum shooting deep inside of you, filling you up in ways you never even imagined possible.
He fucks you through your highs, his grip unwavering on your hips. It feels amazing to be used like this, to feel rope upon rope of Seungcheol’s seed invading you and coating your walls.
And the sounds he’s making- rough grunts and groans- you’ve never heard anything like it. You’ve never been this head over heals for someone before, and the notion shocks you.
Maybe you really were meant for each other- it’s hard to say what’s real as you sacrifice yourself to be his little cum dump, taking every last drop until he stills behind you, cock still buried to the hilt.
He’s breathing heavily, his gasps teasing your back. 
Neither of you say anything for a solid minute.
One of his hands leaves your hip, trailing along your spine. “Good girl.” 
You can only whimper in response. 
“I will admit, I’m still disappointed you’re not adept in the art of witchcraft, although, that’s hardly your own fault.” What a topic change. “I’ll find you someone to teach you, you’ll have lots of time to devote to the craft.”
His palm flattens against the small of your back, and he wordlessly prompts you to flatten onto your belly, pressing his own large chest against you like a blanket. His lips find your throat, and he peppers your skin in kisses. 
“Your days will be spent learning how to be a Queen, and your nights will be spent like this, with me.” His nose nuzzles by your cheek. “And tomorrow, I’ll make you my bride, officially.”
“Tomorrow?” you squeak. “Isn’t that a little… too soon?”
“I’ve waited three hundred years for you, little love. At this point, there’s no such thing as too soon.”
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🔮 preview.  “Trust me, little love, I haven’t cum in you for months, pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to help myself even if I tried.” With a grin, you allow Seungcheol to cup his fingers around the nape of your neck, dragging your lips to his. He kisses you as eagerly as he had the very first time, pushing you backward with his large form until you bump against the window. “I’ve got an idea,” your husband tells you, his mouth moving to your throat. “I wanna fuck you against this, want you to look at your kingdom while I pump our second heir deep into your perfect little pussy.”
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Hell is no place to raise a child, and it’s not a place that is easily accessible to witches either- which is why, soon into your pregnancy, Seungcheol made it his mission to find you a safe haven on Earth that you could call home.
Nestled in a small valley, far from any towns or cities, Seungcheol crafted you a home. It’s a cottage, very different from the Hell palace you’d become accustomed to.
Your days are spent basking in the sunshine with your tutor, a witch of a strong family blood line who had long been acquainted with the King of Hell. Your teacher, a woman named Faeble, also acted as your midwife, ensuring your birth with your first child was as seamless as possible, with the aid of magic of course.
She tends to the wards, teaching you about the ways of the witches, and helps you raise your son- she’s become like the mother you never got to have, and your days are peaceful. 
In the evenings, Seungcheol appears, whisking you and your son away to the safety of Hell. It’s a simple little life you’ve made for yourself, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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✧ CAUGHT IN A TRAP
✧ choi seungcheol x f!reader ✧ summary: you ask your brother's best friend to tie the top to your swimsuit. he's convinced that you've lured him into a trap and acts accordingly. ✧ wc is approx 4.5k ✧ tags: brother's best friend-to-lovers?? close proximity ✧ warnings: mdni. mentions of groping and luring!! grinding, oral and fingering, dick-in-vagina sex, overstim. cheol's dirty mouth, pet names (princess, baby, good girl, etc). begging, slightly mean cheol. this is basically all tension and porn. possibly morally questionable cheol? lmk if you think any should be added. ✧ author's note: first fic in a month! i've begun and quit so many fics in the past few weeks and this is the first one i've been able to finish. so i'm satisfied!! this is just desperate porn. this takes place during the summer so it is very out of season lol
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"seungkwan," you call, opening your bedroom door just enough to peek out of it. you don't see your brother in the hall, so you call again; hopefully, he hasn't left for the lake already.
seungcheol appears before you can call for a third time. he's -- well. he's choi seungcheol and he's dressed for the lake, long trunks and a tank top that's somehow both too tight on his torso and just right, revealing his thick biceps and straining over his chest and making your eyes drop to trace the shape of them.
"seungkwan's already down at the dock," seungcheol answers, glancing at his phone. he looks back at you, lifting one of his thick brows at how you're poking only your head out. "everything okay?"
you can feel heat rush to your face. you refuse to look at his face, but then your eyes immediately drop back down to his chest and you can't look there because that would make you a huge creep, so you drop your gaze even further and it goes to his ankles.
"i need help," you mumble, "i can't tie the back of my top."
seungcheol's quiet and you refuse to look at him and repeat yourself. it's horrible. you think about him imagining you, the top of your swimsuit dangling around your shoulders and tits hanging out, and you slide the door shut just a little bit more.
"i'll just text seungkwan and tell him to come back up," you say, voice quiet with embarrassment. you shouldn't have even told seungcheol. he wasn't judging you out loud but seungcheol was -- he was perfect. he was the perfect man, the man you've dreamt about for as long as your brother's known him, and you're so overly aware of how you look to him -- of how he sees you as some silly little sibling to his dear friend, and you've just made yourself seem even more like a little kid.
"no need," seungcheol responds. his voice is deep, and you flick your eyes to watch him slide his phone into the pocket of his trunks. "i can tie it for you."
your eyes widen and your mouth drops a little. "no thanks!" you squeak, shutting the door entirely. "i'll just -- i'll just wear a shirt down!"
seungcheol laughs on the other side. he knocks against the door. "let me in, silly." he knocks again. "it's just tying a swimsuit."
right. it's just tying a swimsuit while you stand there, half-naked.
"no," you whine, "i'll really just --"
"let me tie your top." seungcheol's voice has taken on a more serious tone, the sort that he gets when he's trying to command a room.
you're quiet for half a minute, biting down on your lip and pressing your forehead against the door. it's just tying a swimsuit top, like seungcheol said; he just sees it as helping out his best friend's little sibling. but also, it's choi seungcheol, the man who inspires more crushes than he could ever be aware of, and you don't know if you can handle the mortification that comes with him seeing you like this.
but then, quietly, in the hopes that he'll miss it, you agree.
"let me in," he returns.
"just a second," and then you're moving from the door. you push your open suitcase behind the bed so he won't be able to see how your stripped underwear sits on top, and you kick your dirty clothes underneath the bed.
you reach behind you, grabbing the strings of your top and pulling them taut so your tits don't hang out. then you open the door, just a smidge. "hurry!"
seungcheol chuckles as you slam the door shut behind him. "it's just a swimsuit," he says, eyes twinkling. and he's so handsome, his dark hair hanging around his face and lips twisted in a smirk. it's so ridiculous, and you don't know why seungkwan ever introduced you to seungcheol because surely your brother knew you would end up like this.
(surely your brother knew that when he introduced you to seungcheol and mingyu and wonwoo but mainly seungcheol that in three years' time you would be standing with seungcheol in a bedroom in a lodge, turning so seungcheol could tie the strings to your top.
it was all seungkwan's fault.)
slowly, you turn your back to seungcheol. "quickly," you urge him. "we gotta hurry."
seungcheol scoffs at you. your body is so alert that you can practically feel every step he takes, that you can picture seungcheol crossing the room. when he grabs the strings of your top his fingertips skim along your back, and you can't help but jump.
"we're not going to get in trouble," seungcheol says, pulling the strings from your grasp. "we're both adults."
"can you imagine what seungkwan would say if he saw you leaving my bedroom when the door was closed," you hiss, bringing both of your hands to your front and crossing them over your chest. seungcheol's fingers slide against your shoulder blades and then he's beginning to tie your top, and you can feel every pull as he tightens them. every single movement seems to jostle your heart, seems to alert every single cell in your body to seungcheol's fingers. "forget kwannie -- can you imagine soonyoung? or jihoon? they'd tattle."
"they'd tattle," seungcheol laughs. "we're adults. if you're so worried we should've just left the door open."
"so someone can pass and look in to you tying my top?" you say, shaking your head. "no thanks."
the strings pull once more, and then seungcheol is tapping your shoulders. "finished."
"it's tight?" you say, turning over your shoulder to look at him. "it won't come undone?"
seungcheol tugs the knot he made. "nope. we'll have to cut you out."
you grin, turning to face seungcheol. "thanks."
"wasn't so hard now was it?" seungcheol smirked down at you, lifting one of his thick brows. you hate it when he looks at you like this -- hate it because a single lift of his brow sends a tingling rush through you, one that shoots straight down to your cunt and makes you feel electric. "you were worried over nothing."
it's then, watching as he lowers his eyebrow but that smirk remains, that you realize just how close the two of you are. seungcheol had stepped close to you so he could tie your top and hadn't moved away. that meant that when you turned around there was hardly two feet of space between you.
and fuck, when you became aware of it you became aware.
his wide shoulders, the way his skin -- lightly tanned by the sun, as if even the sun had a crush on seungcheol and couldn't bear to burn his skin red like it had jihoon -- tightened around his biceps when he raised his arms up above his head in a stretch.
as he stretched you couldn't help but let your gaze flick back over his body. you were ogling him like he was some prize but, horribly, you couldn't help it. you couldn't help but take in the sight of his pecs, of how his nipples poked through the fabric of his dark tank top. the slight curve of his tummy, how he hadn't tucked his tank top into his trunks, and how the shirt rose as he stretched, revealing just a sliver of skin.
his neck, wide and thick, and his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed and side, angling his face up towards the ceiling as he stretched.
seungcheol was like a flame, passion running through his veins. and like a moth, you couldn't help but reach.
you weren't even thinking. not a single thought was in your mind. it was as if your brain went offline, leaving nothing but your heart and the want that left little tingles in your cunt to command your body.
and you were reaching and placing your hand over his collarbone. his skin was smooth beneath your fingers, and you couldn't help but swipe your thumb over his skin, watching as your thumb moved.
then seungcheol's hand was shooting out and grabbing your wrist and your brain came online.
mortification shot through you. your brain began to go into overdrive as you gawked at seungcheol as if he had been the one to touch you unsolicited, as if he had been the one to press his hand to your skin and feel.
"i --" you began, a thousand thoughts shooting through your brain and yet not a single one leaving your lips. you can't speak. you can't because you just -- just groped choi seungcheol. "wait -- i --"
seungcheol cocks his head at you, brows lifting and you can feel -- despite the situation at hand -- more tingling in your pussy. "oh. i get it now."
"i-- get -- what?"
seungcheol grins at you, cherry blossom pink lips quirking. he moves closer to you, though there hasn't been that much space between the two of you to begin with and wasn't that where this entire problem started, so why was he getting closer?
"you were luring me in here," seungcheol announces, walking closer and closer and you begin backing up, straight into the wall opposite to the door. "i was just a passing fly you caught in your trap. is that right?"
your back hits the wall and you have nowhere to go. you're gawking up at seungcheol, feeling as if you were the fly in his trap. "what -- what are you talking about --"
"you wanted me to come in," seungcheol says, still grinning down at you. "you were pretending you needed your top tied. you were pretending so you could get me in your room, door shut. you were pretending so you could grope me."
your mouth fell open with an audible click. "i -- i didn't! seungcheol, i promise i didn't!"
seungcheol laughs at you meanly. he moves your hand, the one that, horribly, reached out and groped him, and presses it above your head and against the wall. he crowds closer, his other hand sliding along your jaw to cup your cheek. "you planned this."
"i didn't," you say, voice going quiet due to the lack of space between the two of you. "i was searching for seungkwan."
"you were," he mocks, and he's so mean. choi seungcheol is so mean. "you've got me in your little trap, baby. what are you gonna do with me?"
you wonder what the fuck he means. seungcheol's the one who's got you against the wall, he's the one with your wrist in his grasp.
seungcheol's eyes flick down. he's taking you in, you realize; he's admiring you.
"i've trapped you," you echo weakly.
seungcheol's eyes return to your face. "you have," he responds. "now what will you do with me?"
you lick your lips. your bottoms are soaked, you realize. you can feel their dampness, can feel the heat trapped between your thighs.
"i -- i've trapped you," you say, slowly, testing out each word. "i better -- i better use you, then."
"use me?" he says, cocking his head. seungcheol's eyes are sparkling, and you realize that he loves this. "how would you use me, baby? what would you do to me?"
your brain goes blank again. "uh. i'd -- i'd kiss you?"
"kiss me," he's grinning now as if you're amusing him. his thumb slides along your cheekbone. "is that it? you've got me in your hands for you to fuck around with and all you'd do is kiss me?"
"wanted to," you say. "i've wanted to kiss you for a while."
seungcheol's smile softens, and he's moving his hand from your cheek to press it next to your head on the wall. he's caging you in, and you're trapped between his arms, but you don't feel it. you don't feel like a trapped moth frantically looking for an escape.
shyly, you carry on. "i guess i'd -- if i had you, if i was going to use you -- i'd make you uh --"
"make me what?" he says, and he's enjoying it so much.
"you know."
"i don't," he says, brows raised. "you gotta tell me, baby. what do you want to do with me?"
you can't look at him. so you slide your gaze from his face and rest it on his collarbone. "i'd -- i'd sit on you."
"sit on me? that it?" seungcheol brings his face close, and his nose is against yours. "just sit on my lap? wouldn't do anything else? don't want to do anything else with me?"
you can't say it, so you shake your head.
seungcheol clicks his tongue. he trails his nose over your face, breath hot against your face. "okay. let me tell you what i'd do. if i had you in my trap i'd kiss you. kiss your cute little mouth, kiss your chin. kiss your throat, kiss your pretty tits. i'd kiss your tummy and i'd kiss your sweet little cunt -- i bet it's so pretty, princess. bet you have such a pretty little pussy."
you gasp, and his mouth is over your lips. he's not kissing you, but his lips are pressed to yours. you can feel them move as he speaks. "i'd have you take my cock," he carries on, each word sending heat and electricity to your pussy. "if i had you trapped i'd fuck you so good, baby."
you agree. you think of it, of seungcheol pressing his dick -- you just know he's big, know he's big and he'd feel so good around your cunt. you think of it and shift, feeling the wetness of your swimming bottoms.
"so?" he asks.
"so?"
seungcheol laughs at you. "would you let me trap you, baby? would you wander into my little trap and let me fuck you?"
"yes," you say, and it's the easiest thing you've ever said.
seungcheol kisses you. he immediately devours you, immediately traps you. seungcheol moves his mouth with intent, covering yours over and over and over, kissing you as if he had been wanting it, yearning for it.
you can't help but get lost in it--in him. his hands move from your wrists and to you, one of his hands sinking into your hair to guide you, his other going to wrap around your body and hold you close to him. he wants you, you think; wants you, wants you so desperately that he wants to mold your bodies into one.
your arms get trapped between your bodies, but you take the chance to press your hands against his chest and feel his body as he moves against you. it's not like you have the wits to do much else. with seungcheol's mouth devouring you, owning you, you can't do anything else than try and catch your breath between every eager press of your lips, can't do anything else than just stand there and let him take you.
seungcheol moves his tongue into your mouth, and that's when you break away. you gasp against him, trying to catch your breath, trying to focus. seungcheol moves on. he travels from your mouth, skimming his lips along your chin and jaw before going to your neck.
his hands move as his mouth does, and he's settling them on your hips and guiding them flush against his. you can feel his dick, can feel him as he mouths at your neck, never staying in one place, as if he would go crazy if he didn't press his mouth against every inch of you.
"seung--" you pant, your hands digging into the fabric of his tank top. he groans, a strangled noise against your skin. you try to speak again, but then he's skimming his teeth along your skin and you can't help but let out a high, keening whine.
he grins against your skin. "that's it, princess," he murmurs, "gotta me loud for me. gotta show me you really want it."
you groan, obedient, when he begins sucking at your neck. seungcheol works his mouth over you, sucking bruises into your skin.
"tell me," he commands, pressing his nose against your jaw, "tell me you want it."
"want it," you return, letting your head rest back against the wall. seungcheol moves his mouth back to your neck, and then he's running his lips along one of the strings of your swimming top, mouthing at it as if he was reminding you of how scantily clad you were. "want it, cheol, want you."
he hums. "tell me," he carries on, as if your words had no effect. "tell me you trapped me. tell me this was all part of your plan, baby."
you want to whine and protest, but then he's ducking his head and nipping at the exposed skin of your tits and you immediately give in. "it was," you whine, "i -- i trapped you, cheol. wanted you, want you so badly, cheol."
when seungcheol lifts his head, he's smirking. he presses you flat against the wall, mouth returning to the curve of your neck. seungcheol licks against your skin, drawing a noise from your mouth, just as he thrusts his leg between your thighs.
"too bad i caught onto your little plan, princess," he taunts. "i should turn around and walk out, shouldn't i? just leave you here in your room, all wet and desperate."
you whine, moving your hands against him. you run them over his pecs, over his shoulders. 
"don't," you beg, unable to keep your voice from going high in desperation. "please, seungcheol, please --"
"please what?"
"fuck me," you beg, wanton yearning seeking its talons into you. you wanted, wanted so desperately. he was all around you, surrounding you; you could feel the taste of him on your tongue, the feel of his skin beneath your hands. but it wasn't enough. you wanted him inside of you, wanted to feel him within. "please, please fuck me --"
"prove it to me, baby," he says. "prove it that you want me. show me. show me, precious."
he presses his knee up against you, shoving it underneath your cunt. "ride me," he commands, "ride my thigh, princess."
you immediately bare down on his thigh. you angle your hips so your clit is rubbing over his thigh through your bottoms, and the relief feels so good that you can't help but let your head fall back against the wall. seungcheol immediately takes advantage, pressing his face against your chest and mouthing at your tits, hands gripping your hips and guiding.
your nails sink into his skin. you fuck down onto his thigh, chasing that feeling that tugs at your cunt. it's as if you're mindless, as if you had been born just to fuck yourself against choi seungcheol's thigh.
and you ride him like that. ride him as if it was your one mission in life. your mouth falls open and he quickly covers it, licking into your mouth. "that's it, princess. gotta cum on me, gotta prove you want me."
"want you," you beg, "please, cheol. help me, want you so badly, cheol, please please --"
he curses. seungcheol pulls away from you completely, drawing a loud noise of disapproval from your mouth.
but then seungcheol's hands grip your hips, and then he's pulling you from the wall and spinning so he could push you back onto the bed. as soon as you fall he's on you, his mouth -- already red from the force of his passionate kisses -- covering your skin, frantically moving from the curve of your tits to your stomach to your bottoms.
seungcheol's hands go to your thighs and he's parting your legs. you don't even have a chance to get shy before he's mouthing at you through your swim bottoms, licking a broad stripe from your cunt to your clit.
your responding moan is loud, and you don't even have the presence of mind to try and cover it. seungcheol licks over your bottoms, pushing his tongue against them as if they weren't there at all. you're completely wet, you're soaked, it's as if you had gone down to the lake after all, but it's just from your cunt and you wonder if he's going to drown in it.
but you ride his face nonetheless; you move your hips as he works his mouth, chasing him, chasing that tongue of his. you can't help it. there's something desperate, something animalistic inside of you and it's taken over, and you can't help but wrap your thighs around his head and beg.
seungcheol slips his fingers into the bottoms, moving them aside. he uses his other hand to spread your pussy lips before he's latching onto your clit, sucking and sucking, and it's like something releases inside of you and you're cumming, thighs tight around his head and fingers twisting in the seats.
instead of giving you a moment to gather yourself seungcheol continues. he laps at your clit, laving his tongue over it, while he maneuvers his fingers against your hole. "be good for me," he says, breath hot against your cunt. "be good and prove to me that you want my dick, baby."
you nod, breathless, and he slides one of his fingers inside of your cunt. immediately you're clenching down on him, and he responds with a curse. seungcheol doesn't stop; he continues to lick at your cunt while feeds his fingers into your cunt, one at a time, spreading them out and preparing you for his cock.
you're electric. forget the moth and the flame. it's as if seungcheol's ignited something in you and you're buzzing with it. you just want more and more and more, and you don't even realize you're begging for it.
eventually, seungcheol pulls from your cunt. his face is soaked. he's smirking, though, and his eyes gleam as he pulls his tank top up and off. seungcheol lets you gawk at him, lets you look. and you really can't help but look.
you take in his pecs, his broad shoulders. his brown nipples and how they pebble in the cool air of your bedroom, his stomach. you can't help but be in awe of him, of the softness of his body and how it covers his strong muscles, and your cunt tightens around nothing.
seungcheol laughs at you, and then he's pulling your bottoms. you raise your hips off of the bed and let seungcheol pull them off and drop them onto the floor. he slips his fingers into the waistband of his trunks before they, too, drop to the floor.
he's beautiful, you think. he's completely bare before you, his dick large and straining, and he's absolutely beautiful.
seungcheol moves back onto the bed, slipping his hands underneath your thighs and moving them up. he presses them to your chest, and when he's close enough you can't help but thread your fingers through his hair and bring his face to yours. you kiss him, sliding your mouths together.
he grins against your mouth. seungcheol moves one of his hands, running it along your thigh before pressing his palm to your cunt. "you've trapped me, baby," he whispers, and then you feel his cock press against your pussy.
"please," you beg, fingers tightening around his blonde locks. "please cheol."
seungcheol guides his cockhead so it's against your entrance. but then he stops. he pauses, eyes flicking over your face. you can't help but feel frustrated; all of this playing and here he is, about to fuck you and stopping.
"seungcheol," you whine, wiggling against him in hopes he'll take mercy on you. "please, seungcheol. want you so badly, please, please!"
he hums. he's got a flush on his face, but he's trying to appear unaffected. "i don't know, baby. don't know if you really want it."
you let out a sob. in the future maybe you'll look back on this movement with shame. in the present, however, you feel tears spring to your eyes and you tighten your grip on his hair, bringing his head down so you can press desperate kisses to his face.
"please," you sob, pressing a kiss against his mouth. "please, cheolie. i -- i want you so bad, want you to fuck me, please, please --"
when he finally slides in he does it all at once. seungcheol fucks his cock into you in one swift movement, sheathing himself to the hilt inside of your cunt. you can't help but cry out, back arching and fingers digging into his shoulders.
it hurts, faintly. it's not an acute pain, but instead a dull ache of your cunt stretching around his cock. it goes away rather quickly, and then you're bucking your hips up against him.
"good girl," he whispers, and then he's withdrawing. he draws back until just the tip of his cock is at your entrance, and you can't help but be on edge -- every single neuron and electron in your body is on fucking edge, waiting, anticipating --
and then he fucks back into you, his balls slapping against your cunt. you let out a loud moan, uncaring of the noise. he does it again, drawing his hips out quickly and sheathing himself in a hurried movement. seungcheol fucks you deeply, quickly, and harshly.
he fucks you like a man depraved, like a man desperate. as if he had admired you all this time just as you had him.
every thrust drives you up the bed, every thrust making his balls slap against your pussy, each thrust accompanied by the loud slaps of skin and skin and the wet squelches from your cunt. you'll be sore in a matter of hours but you don't care. you don't care, not when he's fucking you so deeply and fitting so perfectly inside.
"good girl," he chants, slipping his hands behind your knees and keeping your thighs against your chest. he uses his grip on your body to angle himself, and the next time he thrusts into your cunt he's hitting that gummy core inside of you that makes your lips curl and your eyes squeeze shut.
"pretty girl," he carries on, thrusts punishing. "pretty girl with her pretty cunt, so fucking wet 'n warm, so fucking good for me, made just for me --"
"for you," you echo, a loud, ugly sob coming out. "you, cheol -- yours, you -- for you, for you --"
seungcheol curses, and then he's cumming inside of you. his cum is hot and there's so much, and he fucks into your cunt, fucks his cum into your pussy until his dick is soft and he's wincing.
seungcheol moves. his dick slips out of you but before you can miss it, before you can miss him, he's returning to your pussy. seungcheol slaps his hand against your cunt once, and then he's thrusting his fingers against your clit harshly, rhythmically.
"such a good girl," he growls, thick brows furrowed. "good fucking good, taking me so good -- good girl, pretty girl. all mine, all fucking mine."
he slaps your cunt again and you cum, and it's like a thunderous wave has plunged over you. you can't hear or see, and you don't know if you're even breathing. but you're cumming and cumming and cumming, and his hand is working furiously at your clit and you don't know if you'll ever stop cumming.
seungcheol is still moving his fingers against your clit when you come to. he's moving them slowly, softly, guiding you back down from that high. his large eyes are taking you in as if he's trying to memorize how you look before him.
you meet his eyes; you smile.
and then he grins so brightly that you just know.
he's got you in his trap.
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wonusite · 1 year
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What Besties Do
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pairing: seungcheol x reader
summary: you always tease your best friend, but maybe this time you’ve pushed him too far.
warnings: oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, backshots, overstimulation, big dick!cheol, multiple creampies, light teasing, reader and seungcheol are insatiable, pussy drunk!seungcheol
a/n: here’s something to celebrate one month with this blog! couldn’t be more grateful for all the love and support! <3 minors dni!!
You can’t help but think that you never should’ve started anything. By now, you feel like you might actually pass out from how fucked out you are. And yet, your unhinged friend sees no reason to stop. Not when his face still in between your trembling thighs, face covered in your arousal.
Seungcheol swipes his tongue across your dripping cunt, smirking when you let out another pathetic whimper. He’ll never tell you, but he’s dreamed of having you like this for a long time. To finally be able to feast on you feels like a scene out of one of his wet dreams.
“Ch-Cheol!” Your broken cry makes him rut his hips against the mattress, trying to relieve his aching cock with a little bit of friction.
As expected, it doesn’t work. He won’t know true relief until your sweet pussy is wrapped around him. His cock twitches at the very thought.
“You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever had.” He tells you as he gently nips at your sensitive clit.
The action makes you jolt and buck your hips into his face. Fuck. When you laughed at Seungcheol after he told you that he was able to fuck any woman stupid, you never thought it would end like this. You should’ve known your best friend would do anything to prove you wrong, and you know that this is only the beginning of his prowess.
It only takes another drag of his tongue against your quivering pussy for you to topple over the edge. The way he laps up every last drop of your release makes you clench around nothing. Seungcheol licks his lips at the sight. He places a gentle kiss on your messy cunt before he sits up.
You can’t take your eyes off his huge, veiny cock. It's so pretty and thick, like something you could only dream up in your imagination. It's hard for Seungcheol not to feel extremely good when you’re eyeing his cock the way you currently are. He knows he's well endowed in that department, but to have you look at him with so much desire makes a carnal heat cloud his mind.
Seungcheol gently thumbs at your throbbing pussy, loving every little sound that escapes you. Vaguely he thinks that once he has you like this, he’ll never be able to let you go. But he shoves the thought to the back of his mind and focuses on fucking you until you've gone dumb on his cock.
“Seungcheol.” You whine. “Don’t tease.”
His smirk is wicked, and you hate that it looks so damn attractive to you. What you hate even more is that he doesn’t listen to your plea, instead he purposely rubs his hot cock against your entrance, gently fucking himself between your folds. You start to grind up against him, desperate to have him split you open and fuck you into the mattress.
“Thought you said it was too much.” Your best friend teases through a groan, loving how responsive you are for him.
You manage to scowl at him. “Just shut up and fuck me.”
Seungcheol loves the look you have on your face. Your glazed eyes and fucked out expression makes him want to stuff you full of his cum. He can tell you’re too sensitive, but now he’s only worried about having you in the way he wants. His large hands hold down your hips as he slowly eases his thick cock into your warm cunt.
He closes his eyes when he feels the leaking tip of his cock hit your cervix. Your wanton moan makes him throb wildly. “Fuck.” He groans, eyes opening to see your bliss-covered face. “You’re so fucking tight.”
His words make you clench down on him, and that’s all it takes for him to start pounding into you like it’s the last time he’s ever going to fuck you. The loud squelching of your pussy paired with your wanton moans is like music to Seungcheol’s ears. He drills into you harder, mind hazy and only aware of how your wet cunt feels around his dick.
At this point you don’t care that he’s already made you come on his tongue several times and that you might be on the verge of blacking out. The drag of his cock feels too good, and you want nothing more than for this feeling to last forever. It feels like he's splitting you in half every time he thrusts into you, and you can only whimper and let out choked moans.
Now you knew why he had been so cocky when this all started.
“So… so good.” You arch your back up and shove your tits in his face, moaning when he latches on to one of your hardened nipples.
The way his tongue circles the hardened bud has you bucking your hips to meet his thrusts. All the sensations are turning your brain into static, and your moans soon turn into nonsensical babbling. You can’t even be mad when Cheol releases your nipple with the biggest smirk you’ve ever seen on his face. The way his cock his hitting your sweet spot makes it impossible for you to feel anything other than pure bliss.
“Fuh-Fuck!” You mewl. “It’s too deep—”
“You’ll take everything I give you.”
His assertive growl has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and when his large hand roughly squeezes one of your tits, the coil in the pit of your stomach snaps. With your hot cunt clamping down on his aching cock so tightly, Seungcheol can’t hold back his own orgasm. He shoves his face into your neck as he spills his hot, thick cum inside you.
Seungcheol doesn’t know when to stop, you realize. He keeps fucking his cum into you like he’s afraid of wasting even one drop. Your loud cries to go faster and harder makes his cock throb wildly. He’s powerless to your demands. His hips start to snap into yours unrelentingly, hitting the spongy spot inside you over and over again.
He thinks it’s cute how you’re suddenly biting down on your bottom lip to stifle you moans. Seungcheol smirks and leans down to whisper in your ear. “Still want more, sweetheart?”
The stupid pet name actually has you gushing around him like you’re on the verge of another orgasm. His rough hands palm your tits, squeezing and kneading the the tender skin. You can’t hold back you moans this time. His fingers pinch at your perked nipples roughly, and for a moment he can’t believe he’s waited this long to get his hands on you.
Helpless to the delicious stretch his dick provides, you nod with a pathetic whimper. “Yes.” You mewl as his thick cock throbs against your tight walls.
Your nails dig in the muscles of his back, feeling them flex under your touch as he slams his hips into yours with a loud groan. It only takes another hard thrust against your sweet spot for you to come around his huge cock.
“Cheol.” You whine when he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.
Your stupidly hot friend only responds with a mischievous smirk. “Give me another one, yeah?”
And then he angles his hips so his veiny cock hits right against the spongy spot inside you, unrelenting in his vigour to watch you come under him again. All you can do his arch into his animalistic pace because your absolutely addicted to the way he feels inside you; how he fucks his cum into you, not giving a fuck about overstimulating both you and himself.
His pelvis grinds against your puffy clit and you let out a loud moan, tightening like a vice around his cock. Seungcheol gasps out a praise. “That’s it, baby. So good for me.”
“Fuck. Keep doing that.” You moan out as you throw your head back, another orgasm rippling through you.
Seungcheol loves the way your cream stains the length of his cock. A ring has formed around the base of it, and he can’t help but want to keep going. He can’t get enough of you and your sweet little pussy. The wet slapping sounds filling the room only spur him on more.
His thrusts turn sloppy, and within the next second he’s coming inside you, painting your walls with his seed. Seungcheol looks so good above you, panting with his flushed cheeks. You bite your lip as he pulls out of you, feeling his cum slowly drip out of your cunt and ruin the sheets beneath you.
Just when you think he’s done with you, he’s suddenly flipping you over and pulling you back on to him. Seungcheol plunges back in, still not ready for this to be over. He was going to ruin you so you would never even think about going to another man to help you with your needs.
“Gonna fill your sweet little cunt so that you can feel me for days.” The deep growl of his voice and rough snap of his hips has your eyes rolling to the back of your head with your lips parted open in a silent scream.
His aching cock hits deeper and deeper with each stroke, and you know it won’t be long before you come again. Seungcheol has already filled you up to the brim with how many times he’s came inside you, but still he won't stop. And you don’t want him to.
It’s not like he’s willing to, either. Not when your pussy is gripping his cock so tightly like it wants to keep him inside forever. Seungcheol lets out a loud moan before he slaps your ass, hard. His large hands grab a handful of your ass, squeezing roughly. Fuck. He’s dreamed of you in this position so many times. Your pretty little ass bouncing back on his cock.
Seungcheol spreads your cheeks to get a better view of how your cunt is swallowing his cock whole. You’re creaming all over him, and he smirks when he realizes your thighs are trembling again. “Such a greedy girl. You love taking this fat cock, don’t you?”
“Fuck yeah I do.” You moan shamelessly, too lost in your pleasure to care about how fucked out you sounded. “Love your cock.”
It’s your turn to smirk when he lets out a choked moan as you push your hips back to meet his thrusts, fluttering cunt clenching desperately around his cock. Seungcheol fucks into you roughly, bringing his hand around to toy with your puffy clit to push you closer to the edge.
The moan you let out when you come is downright pornographic, and it’s the prettiest sound Seungcheol has ever heard. It triggers his own orgasm, hot cum filling up your spasming pussy. “That’s it, sweetheart. Milk me dry.” He groans as thick ropes of his cum keep spilling into you.
He goes still, and he gently flips you around before pulling out. The sight of your mixed release makes his cock twitch. Seungcheol goes to get up, but stops when you make grabby hands at him. His heart melts at the sight, and he immediately goes to lay with you.
You domineeringly pull him against you so that your skin is pressed against his. Affectionately, you start to rub your cheek against his collarbone. Seungcheol wraps his arms around you and gently rubs your bare back. “Let me clean you up—”
“Sleepy.” You mumbled against him, snuggling deeper into his warmth. “Stay.”
Seungcheol can’t say no to you. He loves you too much to deny your wishes. And so he places a gentle kiss on your head before he lets himself be consumed by the fatigue.
He vaguely thinks that once you two wake up, he’s going to stuff you full of his cum all over again.
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ncteez · 10 months
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NEIGHBORLY (c.s.c. & k.m.g.)
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When a single man moves in next door to you and your husband, it wasn’t difficult for either of you to take interest in what he could offer to the dynamic of your lives together. Unfortunately, the new interesting man appears to be afraid to admit that he’s curious as to what happens behind your very unlocked front door.  or the one where your husband, seungcheol, fucks you in front of the window to help the neighbor get off and then said neighbor shows up at the door a week later.
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WORDCOUNT ― 18.8k
PAIRING ― husband seungcheol x afab reader x voyeur mingyu 
CONTENT― husband!cheol, bachelor mingyu, open marriage, exhibitionism, voyeurism, second hand embarrassment, threesome, smut. 
WARNINGS ― mentions of mingyu’s ex cheating on him, also seungcheol is assumed to be bisexual and/or he is attracted to mingyu too but there isn’t any dude on dude stuff. seungcheol does put his fingers in mingyu’s mouth tho, deal with it.
NOTE ― i cannot and i will not defend my actions. also, huge shoutout to @homerunhansol for proof reading this for me!!
smut tags below cut:
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smut tags― exhibitionism, voyeurism, big dick cheol, HUGE dick mingyu, top/dom(ish) cheol, service top/shy/bottom(ish) mingyu, embarrassment kink???, mentions of porn, masturbation, phone sex kind of?? idk he calls mingyu so he can listen to the shit he’s seeing, alcohol consumption, finger fucking, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, tit fondling, raw grinding,  oral (f & m receiving), deepthroating/facefucking, making out, dirty talk, pussy drunk men, cock drunk reader, double vaginal penetration, riding, missionary, finger sucking, cum stuffing, desperate desperate people!!! 
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Mingyu ran from a lot of things. He ran from his ex fiancée when she cheated, he ran from new opportunities out of fear of losing what he already had, ran from a cop once as a teenager for streaking near the old folk’s home. Running wasn’t exactly something he’s fond of but, more often than not it’s what his heart tells him to do.
As stated, the last time he ran away was when his fiancée was found in the bed he paid for with her co-worker. That’s when his need to run came in the most handy, having no qualms with giving her the apartment and everything in it. His job allowed him to leave without much of a financial hit, her’s wouldn’t. 
The ring he bought stayed on her finger for some reason, the home he made became one she shared with any man that wasn’t him. It’s okay though, because to him, she can have it. He’s much more comfortable starting over than she would be. So, that’s what he does. 
He has money, he has a good job, and now he has a lovely house of his own on a quaint little street on the other side of town. Far far away from her. 
Starting over is equally as exhausting as it is exciting but, Mingyu keeps his chin up throughout the process. Making an empty house his new home, working his job as if his entire intimate life didn’t just fall apart, and of course, preparing himself to mingle with the new neighbors. 
A month after moving, Mingyu had made platter after platter of food for neighbors as his greeting in an attempt to make friends. Many accepted and returned his dishes washed and unscratched. All are friendly to him but, the majority of people in this neighborhood are middle aged and a bit out of his league. There is one pair of neighbors who appear more around his age though, and interested in actual friendship with him. The pair who brought his dishes back full of their own offer of a decent dinner for him to eat on his own time. 
Despite the majority of people living on this street being polite and fond of him as a newcomer, this specific couple appears to be the only ones without an entire family. Just like Mingyu. No children, free time to go out on the weekends, no minivans or babysitters coming every day during working hours. Naturally, he internally clings to the idea of them being his new friends, because his old group of friends consisted of his ex fiancée and her tight-knit group of pompous women and their boy toys. 
Seungcheol is the husband’s name, and briefly he met you alongside him a few times. He assumes you must have your own interests to cater to, because each time he finds himself on his own front porch with Seungcheol talking and joking around, you rarely come with him. Save for the one or two times you did stay to hang out for a couple of hours.
After a few months, he’s managed to sprout friendship with the man next door who has a pretty wife with a ring on her finger. Mingyu tries not to internalize that he was supposed to be living the way Seungcheol is. Maybe he’s a bit jealous of the happiness in Seungcheol’s eyes when he talks about you, or maybe it makes him feel like he either wasn’t good enough as a partner, or his ex simply just didn’t love him anymore. 
Still, even with the slight jealousy, Mingyu is comfortable around him. He’s never clicked with another man so quickly in terms of friendship, at least not without several shots of hard liquor to get himself comfortable. It’s definitely different with his neighbor. 
The guy is open, kind, and occasionally pretty funny. He comes over a few nights a week with the claim of “man-time”. It’s been at least fifteen times since he officially met Seungcheol and comfort comes alongside him when he sits on this porch and they fuck around about menial things. Hanging out with him is arguably like a breath of fresh air. 
Seungcheol though, he takes note of a lot of things that Mingyu doesn’t quite seem to notice himself. One, any time he mentions his wife, Mingyu’s eyes falter a bit. Two, he is clearly a single man and Seungcheol can’t quite grasp why that is because he’s a handsome dude, with a level personality. Three, there are slight self-deprecating jokes coming from Mingyu at least five times an hour and it’s starting to make him wonder. At first it can be funny, but after a while it kind of stops being a joke. 
So, here they are, joking and having a nice conversation on Mingyu’s porch. It’s a Friday night and Seungcheol assumes they’re close enough by this point to really talk. You’re in the back of his mind, making offers, smirking about the new neighbor, laying down the interest flat out after merely meeting with him a few times. If Mingyu really is a single man, and if he’s as open minded as he seems, perhaps laying down some hints and an invite can help him out of this clear slump that he tries to pretend he’s not in. 
“What about you? Do you have someone in your life?” Seungcheol asks after a solid twenty minutes of gushing about you. Internally knowing what he says about you is true, but also trying to sell the idea of how wonderful and sexy you are. He leans back as he studies Mingyu, noting the way he stiffens at the question. 
Again, it’s clear that Mingyu is a single man with the way he’s always in this house alone before and after work. On the weekends, he’s sitting on his porch waiting for Seungcheol to come join him. Sometimes there’s a doubt though, because looking at him, anyone would believe he is taken. He is down to earth, funny, kind, handsome as hell. Maybe he does see people and Seungcheol just never catches it. 
“Ah, no,” Mingyu avoids eye contact, trying to laugh it off as he confirms Seungcheol’s suspicions. He wants to talk about what happened though. He hasn’t been able to talk about it, and honestly, Seungcheol seems like a trusted friend at this point. “I was with someone for six years, asked her to marry me, and then we broke it off. That’s why I’m here now.”
“Oh yeah? Starting over, huh?” Seungcheol nods politely at him, figuring something like this may have happened. “Can I ask what happened?”
Mingyu shrugs nonchalantly, looking at Seungcheol with a carefree face and a smile.
“She wasn’t the most faithful, you know how it goes with those sorts of things, I guess.” 
Seungcheol studies his face a bit more, seeing straight through that carefree attitude and noting the immense amount of hurt Mingyu must feel. 
“I don’t, actually.” Seungcheol starts, watching Mingyu’s brow rise in confusion. 
“Oh, that’s lucky.” He responds with a defeated shrug, almost wanting to roll his eyes. “You might be the first man I’ve ever met who hasn’t dealt with infidelity at some point. Even just as a teenager.”
“On the contrary,” Seungcheol says with a smirk, leaning towards Mingyu as if he has a secret to tell. “We fuck other people all the time.”
Mingyu stares at him as he processes those words. Unsure of it that means they both are cheating out of spite, or if they’re about to divorce or something. 
“Sometimes in the same bed.” 
Oh. 
“At the same time.”
Seungcheol dead pan stares at Mingyu, searching for a reaction to his words. There have been many times where he and his wife invite someone to their bedroom, and many more times where the person ended up so freaked out that they ghosted the entire situation. Perhaps out of fear that Seungcheol doesn’t know what he’s doing with his wife. Many people can’t seem to fathom that possessiveness, jealousy, and competition aren’t part of the deal. 
You married Seungcheol and he married you long after the two of you started doing this. The trial period was over before it even started. He loved watching you be pleasured, and you loved the way he looked at you as it happened. Of course, not all of the sex involves other people, but it never hurts the marriage when a third shows up. 
“Oh–” Mingyu swallows around his dry throat, mind running in several directions at once. He’s not sure how to respond to that information. “That’s cool, I guess.”
Seungcheol stays silent, smirking a bit at the way Mingyu, so huge and broad, stutters to find the words to say. It’s not like he straight up invited him, not yet at least. 
“I couldn’t imagine doing that, considering I just left my fiancée for fucking someone else.” 
Seungcheol nods both understandingly and apologetically. People do tend to mix up the two. Is it cheating when he watches another man or woman fuck you? To some people, yeah but, monogamy is natural for many people. 
“I assume she didn’t tell you that she would be fucking someone else.” Seungcheol shrugs, leaning back again. “I can imagine that even if she did tell you, you’d not have allowed it, right?”
Mingyu nods. 
“It puts my stomach in knots to think of someone I love wanting to be with someone else.” 
“That’s fair,” Seungcheol starts, glancing away and thinking of how to word what he wants to say. “What if someone else wanted you to fuck the person they love?”
Mingyu freezes again, unsure of if he’s thinking too hard about that question, or not enough. 
“I’m sorry, what?” He asks defensively, looking his neighbor dead in the eye. 
“I’m not saying you have to take up this offer but, I mean, you’re a single guy. I’m a married guy, with a wife who is incredibly curious about you.” 
Mingyu continues to process the words, still overthinking it. 
“Is this a joke?” He asks in a quieter voice, whispering as if the entire neighborhood can hear them. 
“Are you attracted to her?” Seungcheol continues to press, wondering what it’ll take to get a simple yes or no out of him. He notes the way Mingyu’s ear goes red, and can’t tell if it’s because of the offer or because he’s afraid to call another man’s wife attractive.
“Here, let me rephrase,” He starts over, leaning forward again. “My wife thinks you’re, in her own words, ‘beautiful.’ She asks about you every time I come home from hanging out here, and she’s starting to get persistent.”
Mingyu, still at a loss for words, slowly nods. 
“She’s pretty, yeah.” He says, now leaning himself toward Seungcheol and raising a brow in curiosity. 
“As a single man, are you looking for love or are you looking for fun?” Seungcheol continues, prying answers out of him and smiling at the way it seems he was right in believing there is interest here.
“I just got out of a six year relationship, I’m not trying to do all of that again,” Mingyu shakes his head in disappointment. “Not for now, at least.”
“So, do you want to fuck my wife?”
Silence. 
Seungcheol pinches the bridge of his nose momentarily, seemingly frustrated.
“Look, does it help to know that I want to watch you fuck my wife?”
Louder silence. 
“Okay, you clearly need some time to think. Just, if you’re ever interested let me know. I can open the blinds if you want, like a sample or something.”
Seungcheol can see the way his eyes glisten at that offer through his silence. The wavering interest igniting right then and there. Ah, a voyeur, what a perfect addition to this neighborhood of dry vanilla cake. It’s not strange at all to see a monogamous man watching his footing in this situation, but the offer to watch is an entirely different thing from an offer to join right off the bat. Especially since there needs to be boundaries set if he decides he does want to fuck you.
For instance, when did he last get tested? Considering he got duped by his ex, that’s important. Does he like it raw? Does he know the ass belongs to Seungcheol? Etcetera. 
“Can you say something? I’m starting to feel like I’m making you uncomfortable.”
“Ah, sorry. It’s just–” Mingyu leans back with a sigh of relief at the general questioning being over and done with. “Yeah, I need to think about it.”
“Don’t think too hard,” Seungcheol laughs. “It’s getting late so, if you need me I’ll be fucking my wife.”
Mingyu watches him stand on his feet and follows the action. Feeling both closer to him and also in a rut of wondering if their entire friendship will rely on whether he wants to fuck his wife or not. Should he like, hug him goodbye or something?
He stands awkwardly as Seungcheol studies him even more. 
“Just think about it, really. She loves being watched too, if you don’t want to be involved directly.” 
God, he can feel how red his ears and face have become, surely Seungcheol knows by now that the interest outweighs the concerns. And as Seungcheol turns to head down the steps, he calls out to him. 
“Let’s say I’m interested but unsure of how to go about it, what then?”
Seungcheol turns to him and smiles, taking a few steps closer so that he doesn’t have to yell out to him. 
“It’s sex. If you know how to fuck, you fuck.“
“And if I’m not entirely ready to throw myself into your marital bed?” 
“Just let me know, like I said, opening the curtains isn’t the most insane sexual practice.”
Mingyu being the person looking through those curtains though…is it really not as insane as he’s thinking it is?
~
“So…?” You ask as soon as Seungcheol comes through the door, clinging to him with doe-eyes and a smile. 
“He seems interested but,” Your husband slides off his shoes and heads straight for the couch to lay against it in a huff. “I don’t know. Just found out his ex cheated on him after like six years, I think the whole idea spooked him.”
“Ah, damn.” You look to the floor, and then make your way onto the couch with him. “What did you say?”
“I asked him if he wanted to fuck you.”
You narrow your eyes at him before rolling them with a frustrated sigh. 
“Why would you ask him straight up like that? I cannot believe you pride yourself in being the talker of our sex life. It’s no wonder we have trouble finding people to join.”
Seungcheol looks at you with a fond smirk.
“Would you feel better if I told you that he admitted to thinking you’re pretty?”
You smile, warming up next to your husband and feeling entirely safe here. 
“What about if I told you that right before I came back home, he said he was interested and just didn’t know how to go about it?” 
A bigger smile forms on your face as you look up at him, devious eyes glistening in the warm lighting of your living room. 
“I offered that he can just watch instead. If he takes up that offer, it won't be long before he’s banging on our front door ready to show us a good time.”
You reach up to brush some of his fringe out of his face before releasing a dreamy sigh. 
“He’s so big. Like, even from here I can tell he must be packing. I hope you’re right.” You say as Seungcheol rolls his eyes, knowing damn well that Mingyu is your type and you’re probably never gonna shut up about him.  “Can’t believe someone cheated on that.” 
“Alright, alright.” He playfully complains, shoving you back against the couch and practically smothering you with his form as he flops down on you. “He hasn’t accepted yet, save those compliments for if he joins. He seems pretty shy, probably likes to be doted on.”
“Ooh, shy?”
“Oh yeah, for sure. He was actually stuttering when I made the offer, I don’t think he noticed how red his face got.”
You chuckle at the mental image of Mingyu being shy. You only had to meet him a few times to grow interest in him, but on first glance you’d think he would be the dominant type. It’s a welcome change that your husband thinks he’s the opposite.
“Do you think If I joined you next time, he might be more inclined to pull it out or something?”
“Absolutely not. I can imagine he wouldn’t even come out of his house if he saw you on his porch after what I said to him.”
“God, he’s cute.”
Seungcheol nods against you in agreement, finally pulling his weight from you and standing on his feet. 
“Yeah, it’ll be fun to see where this leads. Now if you’ll just follow me to the bedroom, I also told him I’d be fucking you tonight so I’d like to make good on my promise.” 
Fortunately for you, Seungcheol never makes a promise that he can’t keep.
~
For days Mingyu contemplates the things his neighbor said. Over the short time he’s known him, he clicked into friendship so easily and felt like he could trust him. Apparently, Seungcheol felt the same way because spilling all of those intimate details right there during a regular hang out was a bit out of the blue. Then again, he can’t imagine a married man would simply offer for anyone to fuck his wife, so the pros definitely outweigh the cons of this situation.
If it was a joke, he thinks he would know by now. All he’s gotten from Seungcheol since then is pleasant conversation as if the offer was never made to begin with. Which somehow makes it worse because he wants to talk about it. He wants more clarity. 
God, since then, he’s had nothing but intrusive thoughts of fantasies he’s never considered before. He’s so horny out of his mind on a daily basis thinking about it, especially now that he doesn’t have his ex fiancée around. Porn has never been so loved by him until now. Even when he was a teenager, he never jerked off this much just to calm his thoughts. 
The various types of porn he’s viewed within the past five days is insane. The post-nut guilt hit him pretty hard at first, sending him into both a sex crazed and sex starved stupor but, the interest only heightened from there as he would eventually start searching up porn related to the exact thing he’s been offered. 
On the sixth night of contemplation, he peeks through his blinds at the house next door and notes the silence. He knows some wild things must happen in that bedroom and he wants to know what it is. Naturally, he starts searching up some keywords without really knowing what any of it entails. 
He watches cuckold video after cuckold video, feeling his opinions of fucking another man’s wife validated by the amount of people who seem to love it the way he wants to. Then, exhibitionism comes into play. He watches at least ten videos involving said kink, his cock growing so pathetically hard at the fact that this could be a reality if he wants. Then, voyeurism.
Good lord, that’s him. All of these videos, at least in the ten more he watches, he can easily put himself in the shoes of watching. Which only makes it more arousing when he lands on a video that is clearly scripted, but entirely too similar to what his kind neighbors offered. 
There, a man watches through his window, palming himself as a woman gets absolutely railed against her own window. The camera pans to and from both ends of the scenario, for five minutes he watches the woman get fucked from the man’s window view, and then for another five minutes, he watches the man pleasure himself from her view. 
He watches intently, weeping cock twitching each time he closes his eyes and realizes that if he wanted it, that could be him. He could be the stranger in his window watching his neighbors get eachother off, except Mingyu isn’t a stranger. 
He doesn’t even need to watch the video to imagine now. Thousands upon thousands of videos comfort him in the idea that yeah, maybe involving himself in a marriage that isn’t his own is okay. Seungcheol is a handsome guy, and pretty beefed up himself. Then there’s you, such a pretty fucking woman, walking around like you don’t like to get fucked by multiple people as your husband watches.
Goddamn, if there’s any couple he’d want to be involved with, it would be you and your husband. 
Okay, maybe he’s interested and maybe that interest plays out the next day. Or rather, the next evening. Another Friday night, when Seungcheol usually comes over to hang out except this time Mingyu doesn’t respond to his texts until much later. Out of both nervousness and his own mind games hyping himself up. 
If he’s gonna watch, he doesn’t want Seungcheol to see him a mere hour or two before it happens, at least. 
Now though, ten at night, he hyped up his cock the same way he hyped up his mentality. When he’s horny, it’s much easier for him to work up the courage to lay down his own hints, to show his own interest, and to play along with things he’s never delved into. 
Mingyu: Hey um 
Seungcheol: here I was thinking you were ignoring me or something
Mingyu: can i ask about something?
Hell yeah he can. 
Seungcheol: oh? you finally warmed up to the idea? 
Mingyu: i’m just curious. 
Seungcheol peeps out his own window to see Mingyu’s blinds very quickly close.
Seungcheol: why’d you back away from the window? 
Mingyu: i don’t know, i feel like a weirdo
Seungcheol: i invited you to watch me fuck my wife, Mingyu. 
No response.
There’s a few moments of silence on Seungcheol’s end as he turns to you and flicks his head to the window. 
“I’m ninety percent sure he wants me to fuck you in front of that window right now.” 
“Oh?” You perk up in interest, hopping up from the bed and running over to the window beside your husband and peeking out. “Open them up then. If he watches, he watches.”
Seungcheol nods, looking down at the silence of his text messages and smirking. You’re right, if Mingyu wants to watch, he will. 
And so, as you go make yourself up in the bathroom for a good first impression, Seungcheol is quick to work himself up now too. Given, the two of you were about to call it a night and simply sleep since the day was quite exhausting, this is a welcome change of events. After all, Seungcheol knows how you act when you’re both horny and exhausted. He’s sure Mingyu will love it if he works up the courage to just look.
After a few minutes more of silence from Mingyu’s message box, you make your way back into the room and stare at the window. 
“Is his bedroom lined up with ours?” You ask, quirking a brow. 
“I assume so, yeah.” Seungcheol shrugs, still palming against himself lazily to get ready to put on a show.
“Oh, this could be really fun.” You say, now moving toward the window and pulling at the curtains to move them completely from Mingyu’s presumed view. 
Seungcheol follows suit, raising the blinds so fast that the sound is almost laughable.
“Should I go ahead and take off my clothes, or?” You ask now, noting the way Mingyu’s blinds are still very much closed. 
“Put this on, tie it loosely and let it fall open for him.” Seungcheol smiles, handing you the silk robe you only ever wear when a third is joining you. 
“Oooh, perfect. Let him pine for it.” You laugh with a wiggle of your brows, stepping away from the window to completely undress and put on the robe. 
Seungcheol finally texts Mingyu again when you get yourself situated, right there in the view of his dark and silent home. 
Seungcheol: blinds are open, feel free to watch.
Thank god Mingyu has read receipts on, because right as Seungcheol goes to lock his phone and play with you, he notes that it’s been read and instantly glues himself against your back. 
“He read the messages, keep your eyes at his window, see if he watches.” Seungcheol whispers before snaking an arm around you and slipping it under your robe to instantly rub against your clit. 
You do exactly as he says, gluing your eyes to the window directly across from you as you slightly spread your legs and grip the windowsill. Seungcheol is good at this, always great with putting on a show too. You know for a fact that even if Mingyu doesn’t watch, you’re going to be seeing stars whenever your husband deems it appropriate. 
“You think he’s gonna do it?” You ask curiously, trying not to immediately lose yourself to the feeling of his fingers against your clit, or the hand he’s currently slipping through your robe to grope and squeeze your tits. 
“We can only hope, until then, just enjoy it.” Seungcheol smiles against your neck, kissing the back of it before resting his chin on your shoulder, trying to work you up to where you start to slowly lose your sanity like you always do. 
It works out perfectly for him, knowing that whether Mingyu watches or not, he’s going to make damn sure you’re taken care of. His fingers expertly slide up and down the delicate folds of your arousal, and his other hand pinches and rolls your nipple to the point that it’s swollen and sensitive. His kisses against your neck become peppered and gentle as he feels your legs start to shake a bit each time his fingers reach your clit again. 
You try to turn your head to look at him, but he laughs again. 
“No, keep your eyes on the window.” He says in a raspy whisper, pressing his barely clothed cock against your ass. Thankfully, he’s adjusted himself to where just the tip pokes out of his boxers and feeling the coolness of the silk robe offer a delicate sensation, it satiates his needs for now. “Feels good even like this, right?” He asks, sliding his fingers down to tease with your hole. 
You nod against him, breathing in deeply and turning to jelly against him. You love and hate the way he makes your body react. It’s hard to keep your eyes on that window across from you when you’re being offered sheer arousal right behind you. 
“Mm, you always get so wet when you know someone might be watching.” Your husband compliments you, dipping his fingers in before sliding them out again and running them up to swirl around your clit with more pressure than before. “God, you’re really soaking my fingers already babe, he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on–”
You let out a small moan, frustrated that you want Seungcheol to be right. If only Mingyu would take the two of you up on the offer. If only he would actually glimpse even for a moment. You clench at the idea of those blinds opening, grinding harshly against Seungcheol’s hand with a desperate sort of sound. 
Right then, you see movement next door. Seungcheol can tell with the way your pussy grips his fingers tightly when he slides them back into you, and you let out a genuine and desperate moan. He flicks his eyes up, now noting the movement himself. 
The way you writhe your body at the mere confirmation that Mingyu is watching is insanely erotic to your husband. Whether it’s out of curiosity or if it’s out of arousal, it doesn't matter. He loves the way you get so turned on so fast, and with this being the situation, he’s not surprised that you seem more desperate than usual. Plus, the fact that those blinds stay parted shows that Mingyu likes what he’s seeing, and you couldn’t be more aroused by the thought of what he must be doing behind the veil of his own window-blinds. 
Seungcheol chuckles gently in your ear as you continue to lose your mind on his fingers, he can tell that now you’re moving to turn both him and Mingyu on, rather than just him like moments ago. You grind more, you whine more, you get increasingly more wet. 
And as you stare forward to the little space in Mingyu’s window where his eyes sit, you grow more and more frustrated with the way he doesn’t open the blinds up. You want to see him too, you need to see how he likes to touch himself. 
Seungcheol can tell through your frustrated moans that you need more, and like the doting husband he is, he offers a solution fairly quickly. 
“What’s wrong?” He coos, fucking his fingers in again at an angle, deepening them inside of you and holding your waist in place. “He’s not giving you what you want, is he?”
You nod brokenly, finally tearing your eyes from the window and shooting a pleading look to your husband, rolling your eyes back only slightly when his fingertips bump the soft and sensitive spot inside of you. 
“Use my phone, text him.” Seungcheol smiles, holding your waist in place tighter so he can fuck his fingers in at a harsher pace. You tremble in his grasp, unsure if you can even process the idea of texting right now. “Tell him to let you see him.”
You nod, smiling through the sensitivity of your g-spot being repeatedly assaulted, clearly on purpose, surely to have you going fucking feral. Reaching for the phone, your hands are trembling as you unlock it and read over the messages from before with Mingyu. His curiosity is hopefully strong enough to actually stick around for the next however long, because god, you want him to see you fall apart. 
Seungcheol: open your blinds, let me see
Mingyu watches you text as your body jerks with each hidden movement of Seungcheol’s hand under that robe, and when his phone goes off he almost panics. Almost. He drops his length and grabs his phone in one hand while using the other to keep the split of his blinds open enough to keep watching. Fighting the feeling of appearing like a damn stalker, despite his hips rubbing his achingly hard cock against the trim of the window. 
The way Seungcheol stares from behind you, the way you smirk through faces of pleasure at what he’s doing to you, at what he must be saying to you. Mingyu has never felt so fucking aroused watching someone have what he wants. The way you skew your head to listen to what your husband is saying, the way his hands move to places he can’t see. Arguably, you look like the most fuckable person on this planet at the moment and it’s incredibly difficult to not want to fuck something, anything, right now.
Mingyu knows he’s done for if he so much as grips his own cock by now. So quickly the thought of doing this made his pathetic cock weep against his briefs, and now, seeing it happen in real time just across the yard. Yeah, he could come within seconds if he doesn’t try to control it. Upon reading your text though, he finds himself following precise directions and opens the blinds for you to reveal himself. 
His face flushes seeing you in full without the blinds cutting off his peripheral vision. It kind of hits him differently realizing he’s in his own quiet bedroom fucking himself to the image of you propped up against the window for him. It’s embarrassing and he feels entirely pathetic when you look at him like this. Both so far away and so close at the same time. His senses are heightened tenfold the moment he sees you react. 
An accidental moan splills from his lips, the sound breaking the heavy silence of his home and echoing through the walls as if to tell whatever ghosts that live here that he definitely wants to fuck around with the married couple next door. Your attraction to him only heightens the confidence he holds within himself.
You, on the other hand, can feel your arousal drip out of you and onto your husband’s hand at seeing Mingyu coming into full view. Your hand grips at your husband’s, clumsily allowing yourself to feel the sheer force of how his fingers are plunging into you just at the right moment. You roll your head back briefly, basking in the pleasure of being fucked and watched.
“Don’t look away babe,” Seungcheol says, flicking his eyes to Mingyu. “He’s so hard.”
You weakly lift your head again, opening your darkened eyes and looking directly at the man through the window. His hair is a mess, fanning across his forehead, and he’s shirtless, revealing the abs you only assumed he had at first glance. His cock is heavy against his dark gray briefs, stretching the fabric out enough to tell you that, yeah, he is packing. 
You make eye contact with him, staring straight into his eyes as you press your ass back and against Seungcheol, who readily accepts the movement and presses his cock directly against you with a soft sigh of his own. 
“Already?” He whispers to you with an amused chuckle, stilling his fingers and dropping his other hand to toy at the tie of your robe, hopefully so it falls open naturally at a quicker pace now that you appear to be losing it. 
“Right now.” You respond in a desperate voice, hiking one leg up against the table off to the side and feeling your robe instantly fall open. 
Your eyes devour the image of Mingyu’s mouth falling open in what you can only assume is a moan at your naked body being revealed to him. Instantly, you shoot your hand to your chest and start toying with one of your nipples for him. Shooting a hungry gaze straight across the way and making obvious suggestions at him through it. 
Seungcheol from behind you is seemingly in his own little world when he shoves his boxers down and arches your back with his palm so that your ass lifts for him, instantly you can feel his cock between your legs. He takes a step back, pulling you with him and removing your leg from the table to position you in a way that if Mingyu looks hard enough, he can see the way his cock will slide beautifully between your thighs. 
“Not yet babe, let’s play first.” Seungcheol soothes you through the disappointed sigh of your leg being pulled down. You were so ready to start fucking immediately, but of course he wants to make a good first impression. “Hold your legs together.”
You listen perfectly, feeling Seungcheol’s cock slide easily between your thighs. 
“God, fuck–” He moans, feeling the wetness of you drip down onto his length as you squeeze your thighs together as tightly as possible. “He would go insane over you.”
“He already is,” You chuckle weakly, staring at the way Mingyu’s hand snakes under his briefs and tugs against himself. “I want to see it so bad.” 
“Mm, yeah, I bet you do.” Seungcheol responds mindlessly, loving the feeling your thighs offer to his desperate length. “Tell him then.”
Right then, Mingyu can see a mischievous little smile form across your lips as he struggles already not to release against his perfectly cleaned window. The way Seungcheol manhandles you is one thing, with his big hands gripping onto your flesh just to pound his cock between your legs– fuck. But, the way both of you stare straight at him is another. Mingyu might be obsessed with the way the two of you touch each other intentionally to get all three of you off. So badly does he want to be right there in the room, hearing you in his ear, watching Seungcheol kiss across your skin and massage your pretty sensitive pussy. One that he hasn’t entirely even gotten to see yet. 
Then, he jumps as his phone rings. 
From your end, you watch as he jumps out of surprise, glances at his phone, then back at you, shaking his head with a wince as he grips his cock again. 
“He’s not going to pick up.” You comment as the tightened squeeze of your thighs loosen up with disappointment. 
Seungcheol is instantly smiling, letting his cock fall from its place of stimulation and is pulling you back, back, back. Offering a full view of him falling back on the bed, with you falling with him. 
“Show him your pussy.” Seungcheol says, reaching around you to open your thighs as if you’re a grand prize for this little sex game of trying to seduce a broken hearted man.
Seungcheol knows he has an entire list of positions he could do to get Mingyu just as desperate as you get. Usually, presenting his wife’s pussy at another man is enough to have them making decisions they previously doubted. He hopes Mingyu reacts the same, because if he’s being totally honest with himself, saying no to you when you’re spread out like this is a fucking sin.
You stare at Mingyu when your husband spreads your legs, pussy pulsing around nothing more than the stare being directed at it. And there, sitting on Seungcheol’s hips with your back facing him, you easily hold your legs open and slide your fingers down to circle your clit. 
You stay like that for a moment, squinting to see Mingyu’s reaction and noting the way his hand fucks faster under the fabric of his briefs. You want him to go harder, so hard that he needs to take that last remaining bit of clothing off of him so that you can see. Thankfully, Seungcheol’s cock lies right below where your ass is sitting , and it’s easy to grasp it and hold it up against your folds. You grid against it gently before swirling your clit along the length of him, still staring at Mingyu with a smile. As if to tell him, “this could be you.”
The way Mingyu’s hand moves faster is one thing, the way he looks more unashamed now compared to when you first saw him in that window is another. The way his arms flex as he keeps his cock hidden beneath those briefs, jerking himself off desperately as if you can’t tell he’s struggling not to moan loud enough for you to hear even from here, it’s too fucking erotic. 
Never have you and your husband had a neighbor to play with like this. Typically, you’re being watched in the same room, this is something entirely different. This is insanely arousing and you can feel your pussy clench each time you’re reminded of how fucking sweet this deal could be.
“Play with yourself,” Seungcheol continues to instruct through a half-moan, feeling the way you rub his length against you as a form of masturbation. “I’ll call him again.” 
This time, you note how the phone rings once before Mingyu is fumbling to answer. You see the way his hand stills to put his focus on saying “hello?” as if he doesn’t know it’s you and your husband. As if the people calling him aren’t watching him fuck himself. 
Seungcheol starts immediately though, his words driving you insane enough to know Mingyu would have to react in a way that sends him over edge too.
“You wouldn’t believe how wet she is,” Your husband boasts without greeting him back, putting the phone on speaker and lying it next to the two of you. “I bet you would love to bury your tongue in her right now, wouldn’t you?”
Mingyu nearly stutters as he hears the words, staring at the way you hold Seungcheol’s cock right where you want it to grind against. It’s so much to be able to see and hear what’s happening, and it’s like something in his head clicks. He’s so fucking turned on that he feels like he’s going insane, so he puts his normal, level-minded self to rest. No room for embarrassment when his cock is already aching for the couple who seem to want him just as bad. 
“Fuck, yeah,” Mingyu sighs out, lying his own phone down against the window sill and fucking his hips forward into his hand. His briefs now stretched out to the point that they truly are more of an issue than anything else right now. “I would, god, how wet?”
You moan at how desperate his voice sounds, now pressing your clit directly against the head of Seungcheol’s cock and deliberately making yourself moan from pleasure. When he flashes his cock to you though, fuck. Just barely he lowers his briefs, palm teasing himself in such a harsh way. He looks so pretty over there, all alone, watching someone else get to play with you like some kind of pervert. 
“That’s it,” You say, knowing he can hear you. “Let me see you.” 
Mingyu does, shoving his briefs down entirely now, allowing you to imprint the image of how thick and heavy his length is in your brain permanently. 
“I can already imagine how good it would feel to have you stretching me out,” You half-groan, now inching your husband’s cock straight to your hole and preparing to fuck the daylights out of him. “I knew you’d have a cock just as pretty as you.”
Seungcheol chuckles from behind you, entirely aroused by the way you talk to another man, a more shy man. He can tell how desperate you are by now too, especially with the way you toy with his cock as if you picked it up from a store shelf and it’s not attached to him. He loves it. And when he sits up, wrapping his arms around you to also see Mingyu, he smiles. 
Fucking both of you are totally gone. Even from here he can tell Mingyu is losing his mind over you. Thankfully, you deserve nothing less and Seungcheol couldn’t be happier to play off of the way you both seem to want each other terribly. 
“See this?” He says, snaking his hand around you to move his cock and spreading your pussy lips.”Can you not see how wet she is?”
Both of you can hear Mingyu’s muffled groan before you see it, his head falling forward against the window as he stares down at his hand and the way he fucks it. You’re entirely satisfied, because you know what he’s thinking. You can see how badly he wants it, and your husband does nothing but remind him of it. 
“Do you want me to fuck him?” You finally ask, pushing your own agenda and raising up on your knees to situate yourself right above Seungcheol’s length, where he takes over and holds it in place for you. 
Mingyu’s eyes shoot back to the two of you and he nods before breathing out a small “Yeah…”
He doesn’t seem like much of a talker, but it could still be stage fright. Even if he isn’t the one on the damn stage. You can imagine he would get better at this if he accepts the invite of your open blinds on more than one occasion. 
Seungcheol chuckles again at him, the breathy tone of his voice is quite obvious to him. Mingyu is holding out, he doesn’t want to come too soon and end the fun.
“You heard him babe, ride me.” 
Instantly, you’re sinking down and feeling the harsh stretch of Seungcheol’s cock pulsing inside of you. Your drawn out moan rings in Mingyu’s mind as he watches the slow descent. Only now noting how big Seungcheol’s length is, and seeing how well you take it. He twitches in his palm, eyes nearly rolling back to escape the overwhelming arousal that floods his thoughts. 
Mingyu isn’t sure if either of you are aware, but he can hear how wet you are through the phone. When you slide down and start bouncing your ass, all while staring forward at him, he can hear it pour out of you. The slapping of your ass landing against Seungcheol is a beautiful sound, and he does his best not to moan through it and muffle those sounds out. 
He stares straight back at you, thinking hard enough at how he fucks the circle his fingers create. He’s losing his breath when he fucks his fist in time with the way you bounce, tuning into your face and imagining that he’s the one you’re riding. No offense to Seungcheol, it’s nearly like he doesn’t exist right now considering he’s almost entirely hidden by you. 
That doesn’t last too long though, because Seungcheol makes himself well known through his breathy words. Dirty talking in a way that somehow, Mingyu still finds himself shocked by it. The words turn him on, he can only imagine how you feel about. 
“Fuck, babe, you’re so tight. I bet you’d love to be spread out for both of us,” Seungcheol says at first, gripping your thighs and basking in the way you squeeze his length each time Mingyu does something to turn you on. “Don’t you think he would love to feel how you drip from this?”
Mingyu feels so shameless, and for some reason it feels okay. Your husband is dirty talking to you about him and it’s insanely sexy when he hears it. Already stuttering his hips in his palm, especially when he notes that Seungcheol moves his hands to your pussy and spreads it open again for him. Offering him the perfect view of his length sliding in and out of you. 
“Would love to see how this pussy gets filled up, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Unsure of if Seungcheol is talking to you or to him at this point, Mingyu answers without thinking. 
“Fuck, fuck. Yeah–” Mingyu says with a cut-off groan, holding the base of his cock so tight he feels like he can’t breathe. He can’t release yet, he has to keep going. 
You moan loudly at his breathed out answer, nodding your head frantically at the confirmation, answering for yourself shortly after. 
“You’d make me come so fast, Gyu, I know you’d know how to fuck me,” You start, not realizing the shortened version of the name you’d called out.
And then he moans brokenly through the phone which instantly has you leaning yourself back, and lying against Seungcheol’s chest. He falls back with you, holding you and once again and moving his fingers to your clit, his cock still pounding in at the perfect pace. 
“Fuck, she’s there–” Seungcheol grits out, feeling your orgasm wash over you and grip his cock insanely tightly. “Goddamn, feels so good babe, that’s right.”
Mingyu, watching and listening, instantly releases the grip on the base of his cock, staring straight at the way Seungcheol stuffs his length inside of you. The nickname you called him echoes in his head, and then he stutters out a broken sob as he feels his own orgasm wash over him, and just like him, you’re also listening. 
He must hold his breath when he’s close, or maybe he’s just way more shy than he appears to be, considering what he’s doing right now, but you don’t mind as you ride your own high. Ears popping shortly after when Seungcheol continues to chase his own pleasure within your dripping heat. 
Strangely enough, even Seungcheol is shocked at how fast he comes from this. Releasing a mere two seconds after you relaxed around him. You can feel him pulse inside of you as you lie against him, pussy still on full display, cum dripping out of you in a beautiful scene for Mingyu’s eyes to devour.
And devour, they do. Mingyu just stares, head spinning as he ignores the spurts of cum hitting his window and dripping down onto his carpet. His hand is also drenched in his own heat and he makes no attempt to move afterwards. Arguably, he’s still aroused by the image of the way your husband fills you up with his own seed, and the way you’re so full of his cock that it dribbles out and onto your thighs. 
God, he wants to lick you so bad. Even now, fully spent and his sober-mind coming back to him, he wants to taste you. 
“Mingyu,” Seungcheol calls out, breaking the silence with an out of breath voice. “You still watching?”
There’s another moment of paused silence.
“Yes– I am.” 
Seungcheol smiles, nuzzling his face against you and your neck as you continue to lean against him out of breath. Slowly, he pulls out of you, once again spreading you open for Mingyu to see, allowing the rest of his cum to drip out of you. 
“Take a good look, because this pussy went fucking insane over you.” 
Mingyu does look. He has been looking. Honestly, it’s almost embarrassing at the way his cock twitches with interest again, so fucking fast after having already been emptied. 
“I’ll be coming over tomorrow to discuss this.” Seungcheol adds nonchalantly, easily going from filth-talk to casual-talk. “Get some rest.” 
“Goodnight, Pretty boy,” You call out with a dazed smile, finally moving yourself off of Seungcheol and adjusting your robe back onto your shoulders. 
And right before Seungcheol hangs up the phone, both of you smile at each other at the way Mingyu lets out, in the tiniest voice for such a big man, a gentle little “Goodnight.” 
~
By morning, Mingyu nearly forgot Seungcheol said he was coming over. It wasn’t until the afternoon when he managed to get the image of you getting off out of his mind that he remembered there’s supposed to be a discussion about it. 
Embarrassment hits him harder than it ever has, thinking about what he was doing for both of you to see. It wasn’t just a show for him, he put one on for the two of you as well. 
When he makes his way back into his bedroom, he tries to ignore the fact that your blinds are still open, and there’s no one in the room. He pauses briefly, once again trapped in the on-going loop of what he saw happening on that very bed just the night before. 
It feels like he’s doomed when Seungcheol comes over. He could just not answer the door but it doesn’t change the fact that he lives right next door and he already came all over his window before your very eyes. Before Seungcheol’s very eyes. He’s already crossed the boundary into someone else’s marriage and despite loving the idea of it, it’s scary. It’s not something he’s ever considered doing before meeting the two of you, and now, he’s kind of just confused as to how all of this works. 
Like, it almost seems too sweet of a deal. You’re a beautiful couple, who is he to be able to watch what you do with your husband? What’s the catch? 
Well, he comes to find out that there isn’t much of a catch at all. Seungcheol shows up with a warm smile and a gift of wine. It felt welcoming but, insanely awkward with the way it’s the first time Mingyu has ever been offered a hug by him.
They hug. Seungcheol fucking hugs him to say hello with that expensive ass bottle of wine as if to say “nice cock, my wife loved it.” 
Seungcheol does pick up on the awkwardness though, stepping through Mingyu’s door and inviting himself in. After all, it’s only appropriate at this point. He keeps his smile though, loving the way you woke up in a good mood all thanks to Mingyu letting his curiosity get the best of him. 
“Don’t be like that,” Seungcheol says, glancing around the house and nodding in approval that it doesn’t appear to be entirely barren. He kind of expected the house to not feel like a home, because that’s usually what single men do. “You can back out anytime you want.”
Mingyu, somehow, feels eased by those words. His heart thumps against his chest at the thought of never doing it again though. Which is kind of weird to him. 
“Sorry, I just don’t really know how to act around you after that.”
Seungcheol offers him a warm smile again, seeing himself to the kitchen and opening the drawers. 
“We can talk about that,” He waves him off, still rummaging through a kitchen that isn’t his own. “You got a corkscrew?” 
Mingyu nods, trying to make his huge frame seem as small as possible by tip-toeing past his neighbor with the huge cock and opening one of the only drawers he didn’t get to. He pulls out the corkscrew and hands it to him, making no attempt to look into his eyes even for a second. 
“Oh my god, loosen up.” Seungcheol rolls his eyes, shoving Mingyu by the shoulder playfully and heading back to the bottle of wine.
Mingyu feels slightly comforted by the fact that maybe he can loosen up with a bit of wine in his system, but getting to that point feels like it’s going to be hell. He’s never felt so embarrassed. 
“Sorry,” He responds in a small voice, grabbing two random cups and following Seungcheol. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to expect out of this whole thing, like,” 
Seungcheol cuts him off with a wave of his hand.
“That’s why I’m here to talk to you about it. Clearly this isn’t something you’ve done before, it’s not like we didn’t want you to get off or anything. You’ll come to learn that we enjoy this kind of thing.”
He pauses as he opens the bottle, shifting it to the side now to grab two cups and look at Mingyu. 
“If you end up not enjoying it, there’s always someone else we can find to take up the offer.”
Mingyu very nearly panics, hoping it doesn’t show plainly on his face as he takes over pouring the wine. Seungcheol picks up on people so easily, watching Mingyu shake his head slightly at the words and pour a suspiciously nervous amount of wine into both cups. 
“That’s the thing though,” Mingyu says, popping the cork back into the bottle and already taking a swig of his wine. “I did enjoy it.”
Seungcheol raises his brow, nodding his head in encouragement and grabbing his own cup before following Mingyu to his living room.
“Good, I’m glad you had fun. Let’s talk about it then.”
Mingyu knows it’s inevitable, and hopefully within the next hour, he won’t feel so cautious in talking about it.
~
“You know, usually I wouldn’t let her come so fast,” Seungcheol shrugs, standing to grab the bottle of wine and bring it into the living room. “I tend to try and get a few out of her but she just wasn’t going to let me. Did you see the way she grabbed it and sat on me? I couldn’t have stopped her even if I wanted to.” 
The way Seungcheol talks loudly and comfortably about it is kind of soothing. Given, this is probably why they’re opting to hang out inside of the house rather than outside. This is a private matter, an intimate one, even. 
“She slept like a rock afterwards, and is now insisting we keep the blinds open at all times to view at your discretion.” 
Mingyu stutters a bit, scooting his cup towards Seungcheol and hoping he pours another generous amount into his cup. Already, since he doesn’t drink too often these days, he can feel the buzz and comfort settles within him as Seungcheol seemingly dotes on him. 
“What I’m trying to say is, our blinds are permanently open unless you’d rather not do this. Alternatively, the door is open too, but,” Seungcheol pauses so he can sip his drink. “You’re going to need to get tested first if you want that thing anywhere near my wife.”
Mingyu shifts slightly, squeezing his legs together uncomfortably as his wine bubbles in his belly. 
“I’ve already been tested. My ex cheated on me with god knows how many people, you think that wasn’t the first thing I did?”
“Smart man,” Seungcheol claps him on the shoulder, now leaning in a bit too close for comfort if Mingyu were still in his embarrassed mind-state. “We get that you’re shy about all of this, but I’ve gotta tell you, her pussy really did grip every single time you moaned.”
Mingyu’s eyes start to shine at the compliment, for some reason feeling like he’s on top of the world hearing that. 
“Felt like I was being strangled, honestly.” Seungcheol laughs before going quiet. “So, what do you think?”
Mingyu pauses, staring at his cup and then at his neighbor. 
“I, um–” He sighs out of frustration, wondering why he can’t articulate a damn sentence with confidence. “I liked watching, I guess. Not sure if I’m ready to just…”
“Come fuck my wife?” Seungcheol says playfully before immediately gripping Mingyu’s shoulder and laughing fondly at him. “Take your time. Like I said, the blinds are open and we have a pretty active sex life. I can imagine you’re going to wonder how I’m not milked dry yet.”
He already wonders that.
“But I do want to say, if you decide to actually come over and show her a good time, there are rules to that.” 
Mingyu quirks a brow, unsure of if his mind is running in a way that will let him take down mental notes. 
“First of all, she’s protected so as long as you can provide proof of your test you can come in her all you want, she likes that but, you’re not touching her ass.”
Mingyu nods, shrugging nonchalantly and surprised he even responded that way. 
“She likes it rough but she doesn’t know you enough yet. Don’t slap my wife, don’t grab her neck with the intention of choking her, and don’t call her any type of degrading name. Not yet, at least.”
Wow, his brain is actually taking down the mental notes perfectly. Even with these rules, he’s not entirely into hitting the person he wants to be inside of, not unless they ask anyway. 
“That’s it. Those are the rules.” Seungcheol says with a shrug, taking another drink and tapping his foot on the floor. “What about you? For possible future endeavors, what’re your terms?”
There’s a long pause. Mingyu is totally unprepared to make rules for a situation he’s never even been involved with before, but he does his best. 
“Well,” He breathes out, blowing a strand of his fringe up from his forehead in a huff. “I don’t know. Don’t put anything in my ass?”
“That’s no fun,” Seungcheol deadpans, then nods. “But fair, okay. What else?” 
Mingyu continues to let his eyes wander around his living room as he thinks of things he doesn’t like sexually. 
“I really don't know. I’ve mostly just had vanilla sex. I can tell you what I do like?” He admits, knowing that all of this is just in case.
“Alright, go on then.” Seungcheol nods, now topping off their drinks. 
It’s actually hilarious to him, hearing Mingyu list off the most mundane sex acts. He does his best not to chuckle at the mention of “blow jobs, I like those.” Instead, he offers something along with that, interrupting him.
“Ever been deep throated?” Seungcheol asks, watching Mingyu breathe in because it’s like he lost all of his breath trying to list off things he likes. “Like, you know, ever face-fucked?”
Mingyu nods, then shakes his head, then nods. 
“Define both of those. I mean, my ex never really let me hold her head in place, but I tried once. And don’t even get me started on the way she would refuse to continue if she gagged even once.”
Seungcheol shakes his head in pity.
“Man, you’re gonna love my wife.” 
~
Well, to put it lightly, Mingyu might, definitely, insanely, obsessively be in love with you. Not in like the “leave your husband” way but more in like the “i want you so bad and know that i’m allowed to have you if i’d just stop being a little bitch about it” way. 
It’s been another entire week since Seungcheol came over to discuss things with him and even more so now, is Mingyu’s mind in the gutters. He’s thankful he’s good at his job, almost able to do everything needed without much thought behind it because if that weren’t the case, he would probably be fired by now. 
Fired for being too horny at work isn’t something he ever considered would happen to himself, and though it hasn’t and probably won’t, he isn’t too shocked at this point to be learning more and more about these hidden little interests that only came to light when he met you and your husband. 
Those blinds do stay open, and that little bedside lamp in your bedroom has become one of his favorite things. One, because it illuminates the way your body moves when Seungcheol inevitably fucks you, two, because it’s actually a pretty nice lamp and he kind of wants one for his own bedroom. 
And god, his window. His poor fucking window. Four out of the seven nights since Seungcheol came over has he been standing right there, blinds open, getting himself off. He knows he’s a pervert by this point. He embraces it now, knowing for a fact that you’re also embracing it, and even Seungcheol is too. 
The embarrassment that hits him after each time he releases hurts much less than the post-nut guilt of all that porn he was watching before all of this happened. He’s not sure why, but there’s something inside of him that tells him it’s because he’s wanted. He’s being fawned over by an entire married couple and it makes his confidence go through the fucking roof. 
That second time he stood at his window, he was still unsure of it. But now, three more sessions later, he finds himself considering the offer of being in the room. Each time he thinks he should do it. You know, like release his cock mid-jerk off session just to run next door and barge into the room to bury himself inside of you, all while Seungcheol allows it to happen and praises him for manning up to do it. 
He hasn’t yet though, because most of the time he struggles to pull his eyes away from how fucking good the two of you look together. And you know, to him, when he thinks about actually being in that room with the two of you, there’s still some shame left in him about it. 
Something about the idea of joining a married couple despite how much he loves watching them, the idea of them asking him multiple times to work his body on you, the idea of them leaving their blinds open just so he can get off at his own volition. 
It’s such an insane fantasy come to life and the shame he feels about actually following through stays despite it wavering with each time he watches and listens in by calling you himself to hear you moan. 
Again, by now, an entire week later and several sessions of pure voyeurism, he questions that shame and wonders how much it’ll take to ignore it. Next time for sure he’s going to go over there. Next time, he’s going to put that shame to rest like he did the first time with simply watching. 
That next time doesn’t happen though, because you’re not wandering around your room naked for Mingyu to see when his alarm goes off. Because yeah, it’s kind of a ritual now to look out the window and nod a little “good morning” to you and your tits.
When he looks outside near the afternoon, both cars in your driveway are gone and it hits him over how fixated he is on the two of you. It feels almost empty seeing the two of you gone on a weekend, when Seungcheol is usually texting him to see if he wants to hang out. 
By this point for him, yes, come over please. 
Then, relief washes over him when he hears Seungcheol’s car pull into the driveway. The amount of pining within Mingyu at this moment is driving him insane. It’s only four in the afternoon by this point and his mind is reeling. Going miles a minute and honestly, he needs this overwhelming feeling to be eradicated. 
He needs to do it. 
~
Seungcheol is shocked as he sits eating his dinner to the sound of a knock at his door. He’s swift when he stands to his feet and answers it. 
“Oh, was gonna text you to hang out after dinner–” He pauses, realizing this is the first time Mingyu has ever been on his doorstep save for when he greeted them with a meal after he moved in. He eyes him up and down momentarily before smirking. “Well, well, well.” 
Mingyu doesn’t quite make eye contact as he stands there and shoves the proof of his tests into Seungcheol’s chest, already regretting the decision to come over without so much as texting. 
“Showing up looking like this, already hard too?” Seungcheol says snidely, glancing at the results and leaning himself against his door frame. His eyes stare directly at Mingyu’s obvious raging hard-on beneath his pants, then he glances up at his face. 
Mingyu appears to be both ashamed and proud, presenting himself like a damn virgin. 
“Relax, it’s cool. You can come in,” Seungcheol finally says, trying to ease the tension that seems to be festering within his friend. “I’ll call and see if she’s coming home tonight.”
Mingyu is fucking mortified. Of course he’s bad at timing. Of fucking course he shows up ready to fuck and you’re not even here. Now he’s just left standing just inside of the front door with a desperate and pathetic cock that, for some reason, still isn’t even going down. 
“She’s. not. here.” Mingyu says to himself loud enough for Seungcheol to throw a laugh at him, putting the phone up to his ear after pressing the call button.
“She went to see her parents. I bet the second I tell her you’re standing there like that, hot ‘n hard, she’ll be running red lights.” 
Mingyu is flushed. Entirely aroused by this whole situation despite the embarrassment. The last thing he needs to admit to right now though, is getting off on the shameful way he’s acting. He knows he looks desperate, and that…for some reason, makes him feel proud. 
He’s so in his head that he doesn’t even hear Seungcheol talk to you. Completely misses the way he says into the phone “hey babe, guess who is standing in our living room right now? he looks like he might cry.”
Totally misses the brief pause and then Seungcheol’s response of, “yeah, you might wanna rush.”
Luckily for him though, he’s so in his head that time flies as he tries to will his length to go down just a little bit. It’s frustrating, really, to only learn certain things as they happen to him, but like, damn. He really feels like he’s about to burst already, just standing here with a woman’s husband who is knowingly about to let him fuck her. 
“You’re not usually this quiet.” Seungcheol finally says to Mingyu, who is still just standing there in the living room. “Are you nervous?”
Mingyu instantly nods, throwing his hands in front of his hard-on and looking to Seungcheol. 
“This is the worst, actually,” Mingyu starts, shifting from one leg to the other and glancing away. “Fuck you guys for being so enticing.”
Seungcheol shrugs proudly, offering a smile and then nodding his head as if to invite Mingyu to sit on the couch. 
“She’ll be here soon, I’m just going to clean up. Don’t think too hard and take off running, she’s excited.”
Mingyu nods reluctantly, taking a seat on the couch and staring up at the ceiling in defeat. Jumping out a window sounds pretty nice but by this point he assumes every window he will ever touch probably has his cum on it by now. You know, association and stuff. 
Then, he hears a car pull up and he’s practically throwing himself to his feet. His balance turning him into a clumsy mess, totally forgetting how to navigate his large body and entirely losing the ability to know how to navigate this entire situation. 
The good news for him though, is that you practically jump out of your car and sprint for the door. Not even greeting Seungcheol when you rush inside and slip off your shoes. 
All Mingyu knows is that, one second he stands to his feet and gets a head rush, then he hears a door slam, Seungcheol letting out a breathy laugh, and then you slamming into him and practically knocking him back down onto the couch.
“All this time you made me watch? And now you show up when I’m at dinner with my parents.”  You playfully scold him, immediately straddling him and grabbing his face with both hands so that he can look at you. “You’re going to have to tie me up if you don’t want me to be all over you right now.”
Mingyu looks at Seungcheol with a stunned expression, receiving a simple shrug in response. 
“You want her to touch you?” He asks, heading for the bedroom and raising his voice to continue. “If not, I do have rope.”
Mingyu looks at you, still totally stunned by how fucking fast you got on top of him. He’s rendered more speechless than you’ve ever made him, and his cock twitches painfully from the sensitivity of you sitting on top of him. 
He nods politely, dipping his head and looking down. 
“You can touch me.” He whispers, only to be cut off by Seungcheol shouting from the bedroom.
“You guys gonna come into the bedroom, or?” He yells, peeking around the corner and shooting a look at you specifically, as if to remind you to pace yourself considering that Mingyu is entirely new to this and still seems like a deer in the headlights. 
You nod to Seungcheol and then lift Mingyu’s face back up to you again. 
“I can tell your heart is racing,” You say to him in a fond tone, tilting your head playfully. “It’s okay, come on.” You add, pulling yourself off of him and grabbing his hand.
He stares at the way you intertwine your fingers. Feeling like if he thinks hard enough, you’re not married and you’re more into him than just sex. Then again, he doesn’t want to think about that at all. The whole reason he’s so turned on is because this is considered strange to most people he knows. He doesn’t even want to be in love, he doesn’t want to be in a relationship with any single person right now. What he wants is this. What he wants is to watch you through his window, and lust over you, and then get to have you. Time and time again. What he wants is for Seungcheol to always share you with him, because he can barely cross his own boundaries, better yet crossing someone else's. 
At least with him, you’d be safe. Seungcheol wouldn’t have to worry about broken rules or him coming into your home to take full control. This isn’t his relationship, it’s yours, and if the two of you want him involved even with just sex, he’s leaping for the opportunity at this point. 
There, he’s led into the bedroom where Seungcheol looks at him with a fond expression. Mingyu stares for a moment, then looks around the room. It feels like he’s been pining to be in this very room for ages, and knowing he’s standing here right now feels even more overwhelming. 
He glances at the window, looking through it into his own open blinds and the embarrassment hits him twice as hard, which obviously has his cock aching in arousal. He isn’t even ashamed of the little, breathy whimper of defeat he lets out at this moment, rolling his eyes back and furrowing his brows. 
You let go of Mingyu and take your place beside Seungcheol, both of you checking Mingyu out from head to toe before looking at each other and smiling. 
“I don’t even know where to start,” Seungcheol admits, feeling defeated that for the first time in his sex life with you, he doesn’t know how to get the ball rolling. “Why does this feel so intimate compared to usual?”
You laugh, now staring down both of them, wanting nothing more than to fuck and be fucked. The air in this room feels electrifying, and already you have goosebumps rising against your skin. It feels like heaven. 
“Probably because he’s so close to home,” You chuckle, feeling totally in control with two lost men staring at you as if they want to eat you alive. “Isn’t that right, Mingyu?” You say, taking a step towards him and already lifting your shirt off of you.
Just as quickly as Seungcheol loses his ability to be the one in control, he gains it back after seeing how confident you are. He knows for a fact how badly you want to be on Mingyu right now, and he has no qualms with that, but part of the fun is being able to present you until the third in the room is practically drooling. 
“Not too quickly,” Seungcheol warns, pulling you back by the arm and wrapping his arms around you, dipping his head down to kiss your neck and look Mingyu directly in the eye. “Watch him for a bit first.”
Mingyu feels so fucking seen right now, his cock still wildly twitching at each word and glance. He very nearly falls to his knees right then, because in all fairness he’s been rock hard all fucking day and intentionally held off so that he would be so out of his mind, that surely he’d fuck you as good as you need him to. 
“Cheol, I’ve been watching him.” You say, leaning against his warmth and devouring Mingyu with your eyes, “C’mere, Gyu.” You add, giving both men shortened versions of their names to show your adoration for them at this moment. 
Mingyu manages to take a step forward without his knees buckling from under him, his eyes scanning your bare torso and the way your chest is hidden by your bra. He can’t not stare, after all, he’s grown accustomed to it by now. He knows what's under that bra and what’s under those pants, but it still doesn’t change the fact that he’s never seen your body this close. He’s never touched you before. 
“Well?” Seungcheol looks at him as he makes his way across the room a bit too slowly for his liking. “We have all day, technically.”
Mingyu switches his eyes over to Seungcheol, who seems amused by how enamored he is right now with you. His mind is fairly blank right now, outside of thinking about everything he wants to do, everything he wishes he could say, but still, all he can manage to do is stand in front of you, still not reaching out. He looks at the way Seungcheol has you locked in his arms, holding you still against his chest as if to tame a beast from him. 
“You’re so pretty, Mingyu, really.” You say, blinking up at him and tapping Seungcheol to loosen his grip on you. “You can touch me too, you know.”
He’s still reluctant, looking to Seungcheol once again for confirmation and receiving a nod. His hands reach out, touching nothing more than your bare shoulder before sliding down your waist and stepping even closer. 
You can feel the warmth radiating off of them as they sandwich you there between them. Seungcheol and his confident breaths behind you easily contrast to Mingyu’s deeper, nervous breathing. You kind of get now why your husband told you to just watch for a little bit longer. Mingyu is so readable, with the way his eyes can’t find where to land, the way his hands know where they want to go but he clearly holds back from doing too much too soon out of fear that this entire agreement will shatter before his very eyes. 
You hum out happily, leaning your head back against Seungcheol and pressing your hips forward, against Mingyu. Feeling entirely loved, wanted, needed. 
“I missed this feeling,” You sigh out with a pleasured smile, throwing an arm out and over Mingyu’s shoulder, pulling him even closer. “I bet you’ll miss it too. I bet you’ll keep coming back for it.”
Seungcheol hums as well, nodding his head in agreement before blinking over at Mingyu and lifting a brow. He wonders how long they’re going to stand here staring at each other so, rolling his eyes dismissively, he presses on.
“I want to watch you eat her out.” He says, feeling that it’s not too out of the ordinary to make suggestions since Mingyu appears to be totally blinded by your tits right now anyway.
Mingyu nods with empty eyes, shortly before you see him physically break out of his presumed trance and take a step back, very nearly tripping over his own feet.
“Wait, really?” He asks, somehow still unsure that this is a thing that’s actually happening as he regains balance.
“Oh, absolutely.” Seungcheol encourages him, using the emptied up space in front of you to maneuver you over to the bed. 
Mingyu watches as your husband sits you down on the bed, grabs two pillows and places them behind you, then shimmies your pants off of you in a very loving way. He doesn’t know whether to be jealous of Seungcheol for being able to love someone enough to pleasure them using others or to be jealous of you for being loved so blatantly. 
“Mingyu,” Seungcheol calls out, tapping your legs to spread them out and taking a step back to make room. “Go on.”
Mingyu’s legs take him there before his brain can think twice. One second he’s looking at you from the angle of the center of the room, the next he’s falling to his knees, staring straight between your legs at the point of his lust for the last however long. Slender fingers gripping your thighs much the same way Seungcheol did the first night he saw the two of you together like this. 
It continues to hit him like a freight train. He’s here. He’s doing this. Not even a year ago he was sleeping in a different place, with a fiancée, making calls to find venues for a fucking wedding, and now he’s here. Between the legs of another man’s wife at his request. 
Why is he so pleased with the drastic change of events? Why is his mouth watering looking at the small damp spot seeping through your panties? Why does he feel like he isn’t even himself at this moment? 
None of it matters, not when you reach out and run your fingers through his hair to urge him forward. He leans into the touch, closing his eyes and breathing out through his nose because it’s been a long time since he felt the loving touch of another person in his hair like this. 
It’s been a long time since he’s felt the warmth of a woman in front of him, and even longer since he last felt this drunk on the atmosphere around him. Your soft fingers scratch against his scalp, and that alone makes his entire body shiver as he nuzzles against your thigh lovingly, leaving his kiss against your skin for the first time. 
Seungcheol watches, not entirely used to a man acting like this with his wife. Usually, they’re already trying to get their cock inside of her, but Mingyu seems to be basking in the touch and feel of it all through each step and in a way, he understands. He was with someone for six years and planned to spend his life with her, he can imagine this is something Mingyu missed doing, despite the bitch not even wanting to gag on him. 
He feels fond watching the two of you, situating himself on the bed and letting you lean up against him. There, he starts to work your bra off of you, matching Mingyu’s slowly paced arousal. 
You, on the other hand, feel like your body is catching fire. That little gentle kiss against your thigh was followed by several more, peppered up to your panty line, down to your knees, and then right back up before he even thinks about leaving a kiss against the seat of your panties. 
Which, he does eventually get to doing. Seungcheol watches your body jolt at the touch. He can tell you’ve been anticipating it since Mingyu got on his knees but knows you’re both pacing yourselves for the sake of him being able to enjoy himself. 
Seungcheol’s hands do remain on your tits through it, massaging and pinching against your nipples until they’re erect and sending jolts of sensations straight to your core. Thankfully, Mingyu appears to be preparing himself to see your arousal up close and personal by this point, keeping his lips right up against it as his fingers toy with the hem of your panties. 
He looks up at you, still searching for confirmation on instinct and can’t help but feel that the green light was given the second he moved into the house next door with the way you both look at him. 
You’re not the only one being loved on right now. He feels entirely taken care of simply for being able to go down on you, and he wants nothing more in this world than to make you feel good. 
So, he does his best. Reaching his arms forward and gripping the sides of your panties before gently pulling them down. He watches as your, by now very wet, panties unstick from your folds as he reveals it to himself and honestly, he doesn’t even care at this point at how he blatantly moans over it. 
And just as you thought he was going to take his time like before, it’s like your entire world is flipped upside down. You take in a sharp and surprised inhale at the way he’s got his tongue on you the second your panties hit the floor. 
Seungcheol laughs at your surprise, internally praising Mingyu for that sudden jolt of confidence he must have gotten to do that after unintentionally teasing you for far too long. He can feel your nipples react to what he’s doing, and through the sound of Mingyu’s tongue, his groans through the taste of you, even he feels like he’s going insane just sitting with you against him like this. 
“Fuck,” You moan out, feeling the way his tongue leaves no part of your pussy unexplored. “Fuck.” You continue, totally speechless and unable to praise him the way you’d very much like to right now. 
  When you run your fingers through his hair again, feeling the way he moves his head beneath them he stiffens his tongue as he slides it up your entire pussy, then lands on your clit and begins to flick his tongue at such a pace that your legs nearly close in on him.
Seungcheol is there though, quickly reaching down to hold your legs open for him. 
“Sensitive?” He gleefully whispers to you, watching the way you grip Mingyu’s hair in your fingers through the obvious struggle. He knows you won’t answer, which is fine, because he loves when you get like this. Though it’s never through a man simply giving you some good head. 
Mingyu continues his assault with his tongue, so drunk on the taste of you that all he can do is keep going. Keep tasting, flicking your clit until it’s swollen before sliding back down again and burying his tongue inside of you as deep as it’ll go. Like he can’t get enough, especially with the way your hips wiggle to get away, with the way your fingers try to weakly tug his head away from you.
He hopes this is exactly what Seungcheol wanted to see, because he couldn’t be happier to fulfill the request. Moaning into you only to breathe nothing but you back in. His cock still neglected from a full day of arousal, tasting you alone is soaking his pants. Never has he felt so desperate for something. Never.
Even when he can feel the bed shift and your legs close around his head again, he continues. 
“Hold her legs open for me,” Seungcheol instructs as he pulls himself off of the bed, now seemingly so aroused that he feels the need to involve himself. He shimmies off his clothing and props himself back up on the bed, directly next to you and easily holding his length to bump against your slacked and moaning mouth. 
You readily accept your husband’s length into your mouth. Instantly taking him as deeply as you can out of sheer arousal. Wanting to do the dirtiest things your brain can come up with solely because of how good everything feels right now. Seungcheol loves it, especially with how greedy you seem as you furrow your brows and will yourself to take more into your mouth. 
“Mingyu,” Seungcheol calls out, reaching over to tap his hand that’s putting his obvious strength to use against your thighs to get his attention. “Look.”
Mingyu does, after sliding his tongue back up and flicking your clit several more times to get those satisfying shakes of your body in reaction. His eyes trail up as he finally takes a breath of fresh air, only now realizing that you’re both entirely naked. 
“If you keep coming back,” Seungcheol starts, moving his hand to caress your cheek before holding the back of your head in place. “this” he punctuated with a hard thrust into your mouth, gagging you. “is what you have to look forward to.”
Mingyu watches as Seungcheol holds your head there, continuously gagging, and then he glances down to your pussy and goddamn. You’re clenching around nothing each time you gag, and the moans you’re letting out along with your gags sends him over edge. His tongue is immediately back on you, satiating that clench with his tongue as best he can. 
The sound of Seungcheol’s ever expected fond reactions goes unnoticed by Mingyu as he puts his entire fucking soul into eating you out. 
Thankfully, you’re able to breathe shortly after, kind of. Save for the fact that when Mingyu’s isn’t knocking the breath out of you, Seungcheol is stealing it by blocking your airways with his length and moaning all the same.
The entire room sounds so erotic, and everything still feels like it’s on fire. Your sensitivity subsides as your focus falls to pleasing your husband, leading your hips to chase Mingyu’s hungry tongue anywhere it goes. 
It stays like this for a few minutes, all three of you seemingly lost in each other before you feel your husband lean over, allowing you to take care of his length without his help and sliding them straight to where Mingyu’s tongue is.
There, he easily slides in two fingers, and still, Mingyu doesn’t stop. It doesn’t phase him one bit. His tongue continues, working around Seungcheol’s fingers and sometimes even licking around them to taste the arousal that seeps from deep inside of you. By now though, he’s humping up, wanting more, more, more. Your hips chase his tongue and your husband’s fingers the same way his hips chase nothing.
Seungcheol only likes him more by this point. Even the times they have been with curious men, typically they’re not licking your pussy and his fingers. Mingyu is so peculiar about this, and arguably his lack of experience is what’s making this feel so fucking magical. His attention doesn’t appear to be divided between the both of you, nor does it even appear to be solely on you like he thinks it is. 
He’s treating you both as if you’re one person, one soul, and appears to accept anything either of you offer as long as you feel good and Seungcheol is satisfied with how things are going. 
Never has their bedroom been this silent of words either, especially when someone else is involved. There’s always crude words, but at this point all three of you seem to understand that you’re experiencing rather than trying to put on a show. You’re not competing, you’re not rushing for the finish line, you’re just, fucking, existing within pleasure.
“He’s a natural.” Seungcheol compliments, sliding his fingers up and out of you, feeling Mingyu’s tongue graze against the entire length of one of them and moaning loudly at the warmth and taste. “Wonder what else he can do?” 
You smile when you pull off of Seungcheol’s, now leaking, cock and look down at Mingyu. He’s already looking up at you, lips glistening much like his eyes are as he plants more kisses up your body. Solely because Seungcheol practically hides your entire pussy from him as a hint to move his hungry assault elsewhere. 
He does, happily. He’s satisfied even as he kisses up your belly and feels like he doesn’t need to ask to plant those same glistening lips against one of your nipples and fondle it with his tongue just as beautifully as he did with your clit.
He leaves space for Seungcheol’s hand when he moves up, trying to be careful to avoid his hard on brushing against anywhere where it’s not wanted, which doesn’t seem to be much of an issue because Seungcheol pulls his hand back shortly anyway, pulling off of the bed and studying the two of you. 
You hug Mingyu’s head while he worships the chest he’s stared at from his window day after day. Seungcheol can clearly see how shy Mingyu is, but he still seems to be doing everything in a way that makes you both love it. At this point, it wouldn’t even matter what he does, he knows you’d go insane over it, and that’s enough for him to allow it. 
He can’t help himself when he leans over you to kiss you, seemingly so in love with you, careful not to accidentally bump Mingyu’s head from your tit and probably cause some sort of huff or pout out of him. 
“Lay him back.” Seungcheol says to you through his kiss, pinching your chin to keep your lips on his for a few moments longer before letting you go. 
The way your eyes shine, and the way Mingyu’s tongue seems to never tire, you’re almost sad to pull him off of you. But you do, nonetheless, guiding him to stand to his feet and finally running your hands up his torso to urge his shirt off of him. 
You stare at his abdomen, touching and feeling each dip of it. His arms are just as big and toned, and god damn is his cock huge. You could tell from the window, and you can tell here, even while it’s clothed. 
“Off.” You say, tugging him forward by his jeans and sitting yourself up.
He laughs at the movement, looking between the two of you and honestly, damn. You’re both so fucking beautiful right now. He’d be delighted to take these pants off, and he does.
Shortly after, you instruct him to lay back on the bed and he’s only getting more and more comfortable with the situation. Doing exactly as instructed, not even embarrassed by his angry and heavy cock twitching in near pain to be touched. 
“God, look at him.” You comment, now moving yourself on the bed to lean on one elbow and trail your fingers up his abs. 
His entire body twitches at the touch, and he winces just a little bit with a sexually frustrated huff. 
“Should I fuck him?” You ask, looking up at Seungcheol, who was actively already fisting his length shamelessly at all of the ideas he has in his head that you could to do Mingyu, or of what Mingyu could do to you. 
“Do you want that?” Seungcheol asks, looking over to Mingyu and watching the way he straight up nods shamelessly and practically grabs you by the arm to pull you on top of him.
“So eager,” You laugh, throwing your leg over him and instantly seating yourself directly on his cock. Feeling how huge it is, how hard it is. 
Mingyu moans at that alone, hands shooting to your waist and squeezing so hard that you know it’ll leave a painful sensation later. 
“Go on then, fuck him.” Seungcheol says, amused with how badly this man wants it. 
And you do, without much more of a warning. You lift yourself and expertly slide straight down on his pathetic cock. You watch Mingyu as you do it, struggling to breathe through the feeling of your tight walls clenching around his length and attempting to adjust to his size.
Mingyu runs his own fingers through his hair now, trying to keep himself grounded by the feeling he’s missed out on for so fucking long. He lets out a long and drawn out moan, cursing at the feeling and nearly tearing up at how fucking tight you are. 
“Shit-” Mingyu breathes out, holding your waist still as if to keep you from moving, then he’s wrapping you in a hug and pulling you straight down against his chest. 
Seungcheol skews his head, taking a step closer to see how well his friend fits inside of you and damn. Your pussy is clenching every passing second trying to adjust, and Mingyu's entire body is reacting to it. Naturally, Seungcheol has no choice but to grip his cock harder at the scene, biting back his own desperate moan so that he can still appear to be collected about this. 
As you lay in Mingyu’s arms though, with the harsh hold of his arms keeping you in place, you can’t help but groan at the searing stretch inside of you. And he, on the other hand, is being driven crazy by the smell of your hair. Honestly, the scent alone is driving him wild enough that it’s a struggle to keep his own hips from writhing with the need to stretch your pussy out more.
“Keep him still while you make room for me.” Seungcheol finally chokes out. “Don’t let him come yet.”
You breathlessly nod, trying to press yourself up from Mingyu’s heaving chest just to grip onto his shoulders and bounce against his desperate attempts to stop you. He gives in after the second bounce though, going from trying to hold you down on him to loosening up and almost helping you bounce.
“That’s it, that’s exactly what she wants–” Seungcheol compliments, running his fingers up your back and making you shiver. “Right, babe?” 
You try to answer, but you moan out instead with the way Mingyu’s hands keep you bouncing at such a pace that your g-spot is being repeatedly fucked against. And when he moves his hands to your ass, he loses himself to the pleasure as his eyes darken even more, fucking up now, deeper into you when you slide down on him. 
“So deep,” You nearly sob out, hands reaching out for Seungcheol somewhere behind you, and he’s quick to be there for you. 
“Feels good?” He asks, leaning onto the bed to kiss against your face. “You moan so good for him, I know it does.”
Mingyu moans before you can, sinking his head further into the pillows and letting himself get lost in the feeling of you bouncing on him. Seungcheol was right about this before, you do get wet. Fucking soaked. 
“Ready for more?” Seungcheol asks now, seemingly ready to give you more than either of you know you can handle.
Still, you nod, knowing exactly what he’s wanting to do. You adjust the way you bounce, now leaning back onto Mingyu’s chest so that Mingyu’s cock slamming into you is on full display for Seungcheol. 
“Slow down for a second, Gyu,” Seungcheol says, liking the nickname well enough to use it himself. “Let me show you what sharing feels like.”
And holy fuck, Mingyu is not prepared for it. He’s shocked that you’re wanting it, with the way you pant out breathless, pained moans against his collar bone as Seungcheol makes attempts to stretch you out more than you already are. 
Mingyu holds onto those little pants, feeling your hands grip against his body as your husband nudges the head of his cock inside, causing both of you to cry out with a desperate sound. 
Inch by inch, Seungcheol works himself in, holding his breath and soothing your back throughout the process, up until he’s managed to fit about as much as he can into you and thrusting forward just once to test the waters. 
“Goddamn, such a tight fit.” He half-moans through a laugh, pulling out and thrusting in again, harder. 
The reaction is more than Seungcheol could ever have wanted. Both of you, clinging to each other through the overwhelming sensation. Mingyu, probably overly sensitive from the feeling of your pussy gripping him and Seungcheol’s cock massaging the underside of it as he chases his own pleasure. Then there’s you, constantly clenching to adjust, letting out little pleased cries that only get prettier and prettier, especially when they’re mixed in with Mingyus. 
At this point, Seungcheol can barely tell which one of you is moaning, but it’s all the same to him and he begins to do the work for all three of you. Loving the way he’s managed to make his wife and another man fall apart beneath him. 
“God, you both love it.” He says, knowing for a fact that you’re both too gone by now to hear him. Which is good, because he can’t hold his own moans in anymore. 
So, he doesn’t. He grips your hips to hold you in place and continues to thrust, feeling your pussy relax with each thrust until even Mingyu is able to fuck up slightly. And for you, feeling both cocks sliding into you opposite of each other, you really can’t comprehend a single thing outside of pleasure right now. 
You can hardly breathe, so talking isn’t entirely on your agenda, still though. You try. 
“Fuck, fuck–” You breathe out, gripping even tighter onto Mingyu now.
“So fucking wet,” Seungcheol soothes, offering a harsher thrust now that he’s beginning to lose himself to the feeling too.
“So fucking, big–” You say, mostly into Mingyu’s ear despite your husband having a good size as well. “Fuck me open, pretty boy, show my husband how you like to come.”
Seungcheol smirks at your hushed and out-of-breath words, you always get dirty when you’re super turned on. Plus, the way Mingyu follows instructions is insanely sexy too.
In fact, he follows your instructions a little too well. Somehow, Mingyu overpowers both your weight on him and Seungcheol’s harsh thrusts. To the point that he actually has to stop moving his own hips because if he doesn’t, Mingyu will get all three of you off within seconds if he keeps going at this pace.
“Yeah, fuck, yeah,” Seungcheol moans in probably the most erotic voice you’ve ever heard come from him before. Because, never in your life alongside him have you heard him have to cut off his comments with a moan. “he likes it fucking rough.”
And he’s not lying. Part of you wonders if Mingyu has ever been able to fuck this way, because even as you and your husband manage to find room to converse through this, Mingyu is still gone and lost in his own world. Still holding onto you, and still fucking into you so hard that you’re very nearly releasing little yelps each time he bottoms out. 
Seungcheol, on the other hand, knows exactly how your body reacts when you’re getting close. Usually knowing before you do, and he really does his best to keep his composure through this. He does his damndest to hold off, amazed that Mingyu lasted past the first instance of you sinking down on him. 
Shaking hands reach between you and Mingyu, and you’re quick to sit up and lean back against Seungcheol instead to let him have access to your clit. Despite his cock slipping out of you slightly, he can still manage to fuck a few inches in at this angle, and honestly it’s a welcome relief because if he continued any further, he worries your clit would be left long neglected by his brain malfunctioning in a sudden orgasm.
You smile in a daze as you stare down at Mingyu, his eyes droopy and hooded when he opens them, but for the most part remaining closed and focused on fucking you as good as he can. And paired with the sensation of Seungcheol rubbing your clit, you’re rendered useless in announcing that you’re close. 
Thankfully, your lovely, amazing, and doting husband knows you as well as you know yourself. 
“Keep going,” He says, out of breath and reaching his other hand up to hold one of your tits in his hand, lips going to your neck. “She’s close.”
Mingyu lets out a choked moan at the same time you let one out, and instantly Seungcheol pulls out with a pleased and frustrated moan. 
“Let him feel it, babe,” Seungcheol says, now focusing solely on rubbing your clit with one hand and fucking his fist with the other. ”Squeeze him.”
God, you do, coming undone wrapped around his Mingyu’s relentless cock, pulsing and shaking as Seungcheol makes no attempt to ease the orgasm out of you. His fingers only circle your clit harder, and Mingyu only fucks up harder. 
“Fuck, Mingyu,” Seungcheol calls out, watching the man in awe. “How are you holding out right now?”
Mingyu blinks up, his eyes totally lost to arousal and he continues to fuck into you far past your orgasm ending, loving the slide of how much wetter you got through it. He feels like he’s fucking half a year’s worth of himself into you, which is fair. Because he definitely is. 
“Look at him babe, tell him it’s okay.” Seungcheol continues, wanting Mingyu to get off so that he can stop holding off on his own. It’s entirely insane how much self-control this man has.
Not even Seungcheol himself could withstand this without losing a bit of self control, and yet, god. He really is the perfect third. The perfect neighbor. 
This is an indication that Seungcheol is about to go full cuckold and work at himself as you take what you want from Mingyu, and you really do try. 
Your legs shake around him as you continue to try and ride him, leaning down to hover over his lips in a faux first kiss to tell him to rest his hips, and he does, sighing out a little sound of relief as you take back the control.
He’s never been so fucking turned on in his life, and in all honestly, not even he knows how he hasn’t gotten off yet. He’s needed it all day. He’s needed it all his fucking life, it seems. 
Seungcheol studies the way your tired legs work, the pace slowing down minute by minute before he steps in. His control now fully regained as his orgasm fades and he can continue to instruct and enjoy without a wall of pure sex invading his actions. He releases his cock now, stilling your hips and pulling you off of Mingyu.
The sound alone is somehow filthier than any porn he’s ever heard. Sloppy and wet, paired with Mingyu’s frustrated groan at the loss of warmth. 
“Gyu, take the lead.” Seungcheol says, helping you to lay back and rubbing your thighs to soothe them. 
Mingyu, of course, jumps into action immediately. Lifting from his spot and situating himself between your legs with ease. Now being able to see you under him, rather than hovering above him, he feels like he has all the power in the world to treat you right. 
“Anything you want,” He says, already adjusting himself with your pussy and pressing in. “Anything, just tell me.”
You’re entirely endeared by his words and can’t help it when you pull him down in a huff and connect your lips to his for the first time. He melts into it, fucking his hips into you at a slower pace now, deeper, more lazily. 
He’s smelling you and feeling you entirely, every sensation in the world he could ever want is being satiated right now, and he’s not ashamed to whine through it. Pumping himself into you until it hits him. 
So hard does it hit him, each thrust milking him entirely of his cum and not trembling once through it. His cock has been sensitive all day, this new sensitivity is welcome to him as long as you continue to lick into his mouth and scratch against his back like this. 
It’s a given that he was a goner the second he got on top, and when he finally empties the last, impossible amount of cum into you, his ears pop and begin to ring. 
“You guys look so cute–” Seungcheol coos, helping Mingyu out of you on wobbly legs before he leans down to scoop some of the mess out of you. “Now, you lay back too,” he adds, still toying with the cum dripping from you. 
He does, relieved and thankful for the rest after that exhausting experience. He’s out of breath when he flops himself down next to you, turning his head slightly to look at you and how content you seem to be. It makes him feel content too, even without your lips against his. 
There, Seungcheol scoops some of that cum out of you and slathers his fingers with it, shuffling forward onto the bed to place himself between your legs now. Then, his fingers make their way over to Mingyu. 
“Taste it.” He says, wondering if Mingyu will fight the idea of doing it. 
Shockingly, he doesn’t. He opens his mouth with ease and sucks Seungcheol’s fingers into his mouth. You watch, watching the way his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows the taste of himself mixed with you. You groan out, throat dry from the embarrassing amount of moaning before wiggling your hips. 
“Patience, babe,” Seungcheol says, not even glancing at you and keeping his eyes trained on the way Mingyu eagerly licks his fingers clean before releasing his fingers and blinking over to you, and then up at him.
“You’re both going to fucking kill me.” Seungcheol lets out, rolling his eyes before training them on you. “Gonna stuff this mess back into you, yeah?”
You nod obediently.
You’re so content, readily accepting your husband in his rightful place and basking in the familiar feeling of his length pressing inside of you. It’s a feeling you know, and a feeling you love despite having already been fucked open by both of them already. 
At this point, it’s not even just arousal in the air. But like, a weird secret second thing that somehow feels more content than content. 
Seungcheol is in love with the way you look right now though, arguably so for Mingyu too. With his fucked out face looking just as drowsy as yours does despite the sun setting when all of this started. It’s not as late into the night as it seems to feel, which is fine because time seems like it works differently at this moment. 
“Kiss her,” Seungcheol says, with a last gift to Mingyu for fucking you so well. “Thank her.”
He does, because of course he does. He dips in so fast, cradling your face in the same delicate way he touched your thighs from before. Kissing you just as gently, all while Seungcheol takes his time to slide into you with such a fulfilling pace that, honestly, if you will it hard enough, you could probably get off another three times if you wanted to.
But you don’t, putting that filthy side of you to rest as you allow your husband to take what he needs. His pace quickening much like Mingyu’s kisses do, up until you’re bouncing up with each thrust of his hips, and Mingyu is left chasing your lips. Up, down, up, down. 
He chuckles into it, his teeth catching your bottom lip a few times before chasing your lips harder, all for Seungcheol to admire from above. 
And admire it, he does. Loving the way you kiss Mingyu in a playful way compared to himself. There’s passion here, and it makes it all the more easy for him to work himself up to his own orgasm. 
You’re not shocked at Seungcheol’s silence through his own high. Pressing his hips so tightly against yours, trying to bury himself as deeply as he can go to release all of this tension inside of his body. You still feel as full as you did when they both were inside of you, but this is something entirely different. It’s Seungcheol, and it still shows that he’s the one person on this Earth who knows you better than you know yourself.
He knows you love to feel his cock pulse inside of you, know your love when it dribbles down your thighs as you wobble to the bathroom, and now apparently, he knows you seem to love kissing Mingyu through the entire experience. Clenching against his orgasm as if you were already willing to start over from the beginning. 
And just like that, he pulls out and lays on the other side of you, stealing your lips from Mingyu briefly and kissing you. Both out of appreciation and love.
~
The clean up was devastating. Poor fucking Mingyu, never realizing that aftercare is like, a huge important factor to fucking that hard. Which only solidifies it to both you and your husband that he’s clearly never been given the sexual freedom he so needed.
The two of you exchange side eyes at the way Mingyu expects to shower alone and take care of himself, despite walking straight into a wall on wobbly legs with sleepy, mostly closed eyes. 
You help him to the shower, Seungcheol allowing you to join him and clean him up as he sits just outside and waits to ultimately clean himself up this time. After all, Mingyu was the one who fucked you senseless this time, the least he can do is learn how to clean up the mess and soothe your muscles. 
Fortunately, he seems to be pleased to learn and eager to put his new knowledge to use. Standing there under the warm water with a blissed out little smile, hands gently caressing your core as if to soothe your sensitivity. Obviously, it doesn’t work that way but, you still give him credit for it.
By the time you’re done showering, Mingyu is practically dead weight. Literally fucked himself to sleep, it seems, as Seungcheol laughs out and nods to the guest room, which he already made up for him. 
You help him to the room while Seungcheol helps himself to shower, where puddles of water remain on the floor. 
Apparently you and Mingyu both share the trait of not using a towel to step on after a shower. Which is only more of a reason to like him. 
Seungcheol likes taking care of people. 
~
When Mingyu wakes up the next morning, sunlight blaring through closed blinds, his half asleep brain realizes very quickly what happened. 
He’s embarrassed again, but the content feeling in his chest replaced the heavy one he had been holding about the entire situation. He had fun. He liked it. No, he loved it. So much so that for the first time in his life, he’s needed to pass the fuck out immediately after. 
And it’s not long after he wakes up, lying there in thought, that he hears a soft knock at the door.
You’re poking your head in, blinking over at him and admiring his sleep hair. Which isn’t too different compared to his sex hair, and you smile.
“Good morning,” You say, stepping into the room and revealing Seungcheol close behind you. “Wanna go again?”
Mingyu dead pans at both of you. You’re both fucking insane.
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bro-atz · 2 months
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insomnia
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in which: you and seungcheol are fuck buddies, but every time you hook up, you can never sleep after, but seungcheol doesn't know until one day...
pair: seungcheol/afab!reader
word count: 1.7k
content: smut, friends with benefits, anal, completely consensual!
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You didn’t want anything serious. You were dedicated to your career, which meant you had to travel a lot, and being in a serious relationship wouldn’t end well for anyone involved. Yet, you still craved intimacy, attention, validation, and you also needed help going to sleep. Sleep constantly alluded you, and you tried everything from melatonin to sedatives to meditation and so on and so forth. Nothing worked, that was until you met Choi Seungcheol.
You first met Seungcheol when you were a bartender trying to pay off your college loans. You worked at the local dive bar, and he worked as a bartender in a high end restaurant with a uniform and everything. You met him a couple times and got along with him pretty well, and one night after your shifts, you went for a drink with him. You didn’t really look at his face until that moment, and a drunk you is a bold you, so you grabbed his face and inspected it. You couldn’t tell if his face went red because of the alcohol or by you touching his face, but regardless of what it was, you still got his phone number that night.
Seungcheol texted you first. He always texted you first, but that was because he always got out of work before you. You never really got the chance to text him first unless you didn’t work that day. However, the first time he ever texted you, he asked if you was working that night. You said yes, and he replied with “Okay.” Three hours later, he showed up at you bar on one of his two days off. He hung out at the bar until you finished closing, and you grabbed drinks at another bar, where you and Seungcheol sat extremely close to each other, your hands roaming all over the other’s body, but your lips teasing each other, getting close but never meeting.
That was the first night Seungcheol came to your apartment. You lived alone, so you always wanted the guy to come to your place— it beat having to deal with annoying-ass roommates. What annoyed you the most that night was that he didn’t kiss you— he didn’t kiss you anywhere. Not on your lips, or your neck, or even your hands. Yet, he cuddled you, which was alright, except the one thing that you struggled with that no one ever saw was your insomnia, so the whole night his arms were wrapped around your body, but you remained awake as Seungcheol snored the night away.
The second time Seungcheol stayed over, you took charge. You pinned him against the door the second you entered your apartment and had your way with him. What you really wanted was to hear him groan from the back of his throat and melt in front of you. You wanted to tease him until he begged for you to give him satisfaction. You ordered him to take off all his clothes, straddled him, and kept teasing him the same way he did you whenever he would visit you at work and vice-versa. Honestly, after that night, you were worried that you scared him off, but he came back. He always came back.
Typically, you were a very dominant person, so you wanted to be submissive in the bedroom, but Seungcheol was making it impossible for you to not take the lead. Seungcheol didn’t seem to mind, though. Sometimes, if he was in the right mood, he would tear you to pieces, making you beg him to keep going. The great thing about sex with Seungcheol was that it actually lasted some time, and you always took your time. You liked that, and you didn’t want to let go of that.
After every session, though, Seungcheol would fall asleep with you in his arms, and once he started snoring, you would escape from his embrace and sit at your desk working on whatever the heck it was you were working on to help you fall asleep. Towards sunrise, you would get back into bed with Seungcheol and sleep until Seungcheol woke up. It was a ritual, except Seungcheol didn’t know about this ritual until three months into your “relationship.”
You snuck out of his arms, but this time, Seungcheol was not asleep.
“Hey, why do you keep sneaking out of my arms?” he asked you abruptly, startling you as you were tip-toeing away from him.
“I… Uh…” you stammered. You didn’t know how to answer him because the truth was sad, but you didn’t want to lie to him either.
“Is it something I did?” Seungcheol sounded a little hurt.
“No, no, it’s not—“
“Then what’s the issue?”
You sighed deeply. You walked back to Seungcheol and sat on the bed, taking his hands in your own as he sat up. You didn’t know how to start explaining to him the many various health problems you had, and you guessed that your struggle was apparent on your face because Seungcheol leaned in and stroked your face, which calmed you right down.
“I struggle with sleep,” you started. “I can’t sleep more than two hours at a time, and I can’t sleep at night. I’m constantly tired, but I never get to properly sleep.”
Seungcheol listened attentively as you continued.
“I’ve tried everything in the world to help me sleep, and nothing works,” you looked into Seungcheol’s eyes at that moment and saw that he was definitely concerned. He took the back of your hand and kissed it while rubbing circles with his thumb on your other hand. He pulled you forward gently and met his lips with yours, but it was unlike any kiss you had shared in the past. This one was soft, calm, and made you feel as if everything would work out just fine. You found yourself melting into the kiss as Seungcheol ran his fingers through your hair and brought you down slowly, the two of you now laying on the bed.
“There is one thing you haven’t tried,” Seungcheol whispered as you laid in his arms.
You looked up at him confused. He grinned and planted a quick kiss on your forehead before whispering into your ear.
“Are you crazy?!” you shot up out of the bed and tried to walk away, but Seungcheol had a tight grip on your arm.
“Think about it! You just need to become so physically exhausted that your brain won’t have time to think and your body will force you to rest!” Seungcheol advocated for his idea.
“Have you even done it before?”
“…Yes.”
“Seungcheol!”
“I promise you I won’t hurt you! I’ll take it slow and only go at the pace that makes you most comfortable,” Seungcheol used his puppy dog eyes, which you hated with a burning passion.
“Turn off your eyes, you sicko,” you sighed. “…Are you sure it works?”
“Yes!” Seungcheol responded eagerly.
“You’re way too excited about this! How long have you been wanting to do this, anyway?”
“In general, I don’t really think about it. With you, I wanted to ever since I met you.”
You could feel your face going bright red. You looked down at the ground and muttered, “…Okay, let’s do it.”
“What?” Seungcheol leaned in; he didn’t hear you.
“I said okay! Let’s do it,” you looked Seungcheol in the eye. You didn’t care about how red your face was at that point because you knew Seungcheol was going to tease you regardless.
Seungcheol pulled you into his arms and kissed you passionately. He started slowly by caressing you the way you liked, his hands roaming gently over all of the most sensitive parts of you body. As you started to get aroused, Seungcheol turned you so that he was on top of you and really catered to you. It was in that moment that you realized that this boy really did want to help you, and that his outlandish idea wasn’t just for his pleasure, but also your benefit. He didn’t seem to want anything from you in that moment, so you really let go and let all of the moans and groans escape your body.
Everything from there was definitely not what you were expecting. After Seungcheol put on a new rubber and flipped you so that you were on your knees, he took his time. He made sure that there was enough lubrication and started with only his finger. One finger became two, and you had never felt pleasure like that as he spread his fingers inside you. Finally, he placed himself at the entrance.
“I’m going to start, okay? I’ll go slow, and you let me know when to change my pace,” he spoke softly, but loud enough for you to acknowledge his words.
He was true to his word, and only moved at a pace that you were comfortable with. Towards your climax, Seungcheol went fast and hard, driving you to some sort of ecstasy you had never experienced before. For the first time in your life, you came at the same time as the person you were with. Seungcheol pulled out, removed the condom to throw it away, and returned to see you peacefully passed out, a small smile of pleasure resting on your face. Seungcheol grinned to himself and got under the covers with you, his arms happily wrapping around you and holding you close.
The next morning, you were extremely sore. Seungcheol laughed at you as you moved around slowly, causing you to beat him with a pillow.
“This is your fault!” you yelled. “Stop laughing!”
“I’m sorry, but you just look like a penguin waddling around,” Seungcheol couldn’t help but let out a snort.
You flung the pillow at his face and said, “My asshole is sore, you motherfucker!”
“You mean ass-fucker,” Seungcheol corrected.
“Shut the fuck up!”
“Okay, but tell me honestly, how do you feel now?”
You hesitated. You hadn’t felt so well rested in such a long time, and now— despite the fact that you were sore beyond belief— you felt like you could think clearly and conquer anything that came your way. You looked away from Seungcheol as you said quietly, “…Amazing.”
“Alright, it’s settled then. We’ll finish with anal sex,” Seungcheol clapped his hands before you flung another pillow at his face.
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miraclewoozi · 9 months
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ODE TO A CONVERSATION (STUCK IN YOUR THROAT) - c.sc
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Everything with Seungcheol has always been easy. Easier than with anyone else, anyway.  (and it hits me — i don’t want anybody else touching you like i do, like i do, like me. is it okay? that i don’t want anybody else touching you like i do.)
pairing; choi seungcheol x fem!reader.  genre; smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT) with a little bit of plot. friends-ish to lovers to (healthy) exes to fwb to -- warnings; writing early parts of this felt low-key pretentious but it was kinda on purpose because i was trying something stylistic and outside my normal?? so??? but on a real: swearing. alcohol consumption (they aren’t drunk at the time of having sex). reader is written to be wearing makeup. it's kinda just filth. proof read but all the words just melted together eventually (if i missed a typo, no i didn't <3) smut warnings under the cut! w/c; 6k. a/n; del water gap’s ode to a conversation stuck in your throat was my most listened to song last year. i now can’t listen to it without thinking about s.coups (i also just point blank can't stop thinking about s.coups) -- enjoy x
smut warnings: big! dick! seungcheol!, making out, fingering, oral (f rec), unprotected p-in-v sex (make good choices), lil bit of edging if u squint, overstimulation if u tilt ur head like 82º to the left, manhandling, soft-ish dom!cheol, lotta praise, use of pet names (babe, baby good girl, my girl, sweetheart), kinda possessive!cheol, jealous!cheol, biting and marking (hickeys, digging nails in), light light light light light crying/dacryphilia (not really, like there are Some tears in eyes but just to be safe ig)
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Everything with Seungcheol has always been easy. 
Easier than with anyone else, anyway. 
You’d known him in passing for a long time before anything happened. A friend of a friend — someone you always smiled at and chatted with at social events, because he was easy to smile at, and so very easy to chat to. You can’t even remember which birthday or New Year’s party or Halloween bash or Saturday night jamboree was the first: they’ve since all just dissolved into one pleasantly foggy memory, and every time you saw him thereafter he made you feel so comfortable, so at home that it felt like the hundredth.
And it continued that way for a few years. Pleasantries exchanged in friends' kitchens, conversations across beer-garden tables. Catching up on each other's lives in a hallway outside the bathroom for handfuls of minutes at a time before one of you inevitably got tugged away by the friend you were waiting for. You were comfortable with him, around him: he just had that kind of energy. So on a big group night out one evening, when you found yourself feeling a little uncomfortable being flirted with by someone you had never met, you instinctively flashed Seungcheol a look from across the bar. He came straight over and immediately to your rescue; with him slipping all too naturally into the fake role of your unimpressed significant other, you realised that it was easy to be whisked away under his arm, easy to let him buy you your next drink, easy to let him kiss you breathless just to really drive the pretend point home. 
Staring up at him after, feeling his drink-chilled hands cupping your cheeks, watching his gaze flicker between your lips and your eyes, you realised that igniting a spark had never felt so…
And it was easy to kiss him again later that night under the influence of a little too much wine and blanketed by a couple of lowered inhibitions. It was easy to giggle into the crook of his neck as he leaned against a stone wall, trailing his fingers up and down your arms, rambling about how he wanted to kiss you again and again and again and forever, maybe, because he thought your smile was beautiful and your lips were so soft and you tasted like cherries, and he liked cherries, and if you could kiss him every day he’d never have a reason to be unhappy ever again. It was so fucking easy to fumble in your purse for your phone, to let him put in his number, and when he asked you if he could take you out for dinner, when he messily typed a text message out begging the same question and sent it to you (‘so we both remember, tomorrow’), it was so, so easy to say yes. 
Then, the first date? It was beyond easy. You talked and talked and laughed and laughed, each of you having a few cocktails with your food, never running short of conversation, never not finding little ways to touch each other both under and over the table. Arranging the second, and then the third, and inviting him up for a coffee after date number five was easy, and falling into bed with him was easy. Holding him close, your sweat-slicked bodies moving as one entity in the dark: it was easy, and the pillow-talk after about what this growing thing between you was, came so damn…
So you introduced him to your parents, and your other friends, and in turn he did the same with you. Two and a half years breezed by, then, and even the hard parts… Even the arguing and time spent away from one-another, whether he was sleeping out on your couch following an emotionally charged spat or trips taken as part of his job demanded he spend weeks at a time without you. The hard parts? By comparison to everyone before him, they were easy. Anniversaries and birthdays and Valentine’s days: he spoiled you, and you doted on him, and being together was just so–…
Even the day you decided to end your romantic pursuit, while impassioned, wasn’t hard. In part, maybe it was because it was a long time coming: you still loved each other deeply but your lives were so chaotic and different, and it wasn’t fair to keep waiting around for each other when it just clearly wasn’t your time. And in part, because he was so calm in how he held your hand tightly in his (even when he dried your tears), how he kissed your forehead, in how he told you that you deserved more than the life he could give you. And at the end of it all, when he promised to always be there for you, naturally you promised the same back. 
Keeping that promise? Well. It was easy. 
So what if it took a few weeks for things to feel sort of normal? If you had to remember how to greet him without offering your lips for a kiss or your arms for a hug? If you had to get used to sleeping alone, and waking up alone, all over again? The thing that mattered was that he was still in your life, and you were still in his: your relationship wasn’t broken, it was just different, and once the little transition period was over, once you were both used to your new normal… Being ‘just friends’ was kind of easy. 
(Kind of, being the operative phrase.)
Six months post split, you mentioned to him in passing that you were going on a date the following day. As soon as you realised what you’d said, you regretted bringing it up, but without missing a beat Seungcheol lowered his drink and raised an eyebrow at you, excitedly asking you to tell him everything. The person’s name, what they were like, how you met them, where you were going. He didn’t feel like your ex-boyfriend, then and there: he felt like a best friend. So you told him every detail, and he listened intently, following up by requesting you text him when you got to the date and again when you got home so he knew you were safe. Of course, you said that you would. First, because it was sensible. Second, his requests were easy enough.  
And the date went okay, all things considered: the guy was nice, if a little bit awkward, and you had a good time bowling with him and playing some games in the old arcade, but there just wasn’t a spark. Everything felt difficult. Forced. So when he was the one to say to you after that he’d had a nice evening but felt that maybe you should just be friends, you couldn’t help but feel relieved. Letting out a breath and giving a genuine smile, you agreed, thanking him for his refreshing candour, before bidding him good night and making your way back to your car. 
You held your phone between your fingertips for a while as the engine ran and the heating started to kick in, slowly warming you from the outside, in. As you thawed, you bit the inside of your cheek absentmindedly, a potentially questionable decision planting itself in your mind. Your body didn’t mind how good of an idea your brain thought it was, though. Your fingers moved entirely of their own accord; finding and pressing Seungcheol’s contact name was so starkly different to everything else had been, all damn night. It was easy. His sleep-roughened voice drifting down the phone sounded so easy. Asking if he minded you swinging by his place for a coffee and a debrief felt easy.
Two hours later, writhing on his mattress, two orgasms deep with his head still buried between your thighs and one of his hands groping at your tit as if his life depended on it?
Fucking. Easy.
So then, started the pattern. Waking up the next morning absolutely swimming in one of his oversized t-shirts should’ve felt like guilt and a betrayal of all your self-growth, of your moving on, of your friendship. It should’ve felt uncomfortable and gross and maybe a little panic-inducing, but it never did. It was warm and cosy, it was familiar and comforting, and when he greeted you ‘good morning’ with a pillow to the face, you knew that nothing was ruined; rather, this was just another new difference to your ever-changing relationship with him. Waking up this way… Well, it felt—
Look, you’re only human. You both have needs. After spending two and a half years learning each other's bodies, being together in that way again came so, so… 
After every date gone wrong, after every stressful week at work, in the midst of every family drama and friendship breakdown, you found yourself seeking respite in his apartment, between his bedsheets. In his tongue lapping at your pussy; in the head of his cock bruising the back of your throat until he spilled his release into your mouth; in the slow, deep, precise thrusts of his hips as he buried himself inside you over and over and over and over, taking your mind off the stress and concentrating only on making you feel good, on helping you forget everyone and everything else–… 
And now?
Well, now, you’re on your way back from yet another miserable date.
About three months ago, you stopped even considering giving the taxi drivers directions to your own place. Now, when you slide into the backseat, you automatically reel off the address you always end up at after a night like this. When your dates only talk about themselves, or say something so wildly out of pocket that it makes your toes curl (and not in a good way), or exclusively go on and on and on about their ‘crazy’ ex partner, you’ve grown all too used to showing up pouting at your friend’s front door. 
What? 
Being greeted by his knowing smirk and him inviting you inside is familiar; stepping across the threshold and kicking off your shoes in the hallway feels just so… easy.
Flopping down on the couch is easy, and waiting for Seungcheol to come back into the living room with two gleaming glasses and a bottle of wine is easy. Shuffling closer until you have your head resting against his shoulder is easy. Sipping at a chilled glass of rosé with his arm around you, the tip of his finger rubbing tiny circles against the point of your shoulder, eyes fluttering at this perfectly normal, totally platonic, absolutely-not-leading-anywhere-this-time contact is…
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks a few seconds after you set your now half-empty glass down. Your lips curl a little into a grimace on one side and a soft laugh rumbles deep in his chest.
You swear you can feel it vibrate all the way down to your bones.
“What is there to even talk about?” you sigh. “He wouldn’t stop comparing me to his mother, strike one. Spent twenty minutes explaining the plot of my favourite movie back to me, strike two. And then, after all that, threw a tantrum when I swerved his kiss goodbye after he’d eaten basically a whole loaf of garlic bread. Strike three. You’re out.”
He laughs again, and you adjust your head to peer up at him but he isn’t looking at you. He’s staring off at the opposite wall, not even glancing down when his arm tightens to pull you even closer. On cue, you nuzzle your head down into the muscle beneath his t-shirt, and you sigh. 
“What’s so funny?” you ask. 
“Nothing,” he says breezily. “Just… You sure know how to pick ‘em.”
“I don’t deliberately go out with people one screw short of a toolbox, Cheol,” you grumble, lightly slapping his chest. “They always seem fine when we start talking.”
“Mhm,” he hums. You feel him move slightly and then his lips are being pressed to the part of your hair. You’re sure it’s supposed to be a little condescending, but it kind of tingles instead. But that’s just because of the way his breaths play over your roots. Isn’t it? “I know.”
“Trust me, I’d love nothing more than to find someone who—”
“Hey, I know, y/n,” he says again, still softly but just a little firmer this time. “It’s not your fault all these guys are dicks. But-…”
He trails off, tongue pressed lightly against his top teeth, and decides that maybe finishing this sentence isn’t the smart way to proceed. You wait a few seconds, just in case he changes his mind, and poke at his chest again when he doesn’t. 
“But what?” You ask. 
He shakes his head. “Nothing. It was a stupid joke. Don’t worry about it.”
“Tell me,” you whine. “You know I hate it when you do that.”
It’s his turn to sigh, now. “But…” he starts, pausing for a mixture of allowing his nerves to settle and for dramatic effect. “I’m not complaining: the worse your date goes, the better sex we have after.”
It momentarily stuns you into silence and you suck your teeth at the remark, shaking your head. But you don’t sit up, you don’t shove him away, you don’t argue the point he’s just made whether it was a joke or not. Because…
“I hate that you’re right.”
His hand slides down behind you until it’s wrapped around your waist, his bicep strong against your back and his fingers light as they fiddle with the fabric of your blouse. 
“No you don’t,” he tells you, lips tweaking up on one side. 
You sigh, burrowing closer into his chest. He’s wearing the cologne he knows you like most and it smells faint, worn, as if he’s had it on for hours, all despite being only dressed in basketball shorts and a white vest. His plans tonight started and ended with you, and showing up here wasn’t promised until you were on his doorstep. Something about knowing he wore it just in case triggers an all too familiar ache between your legs.
Giving in to it?
Ha. 
It’s too fucking easy.
“Shut up,” you grumble. Your hand uncurls and your fingers splay over his chest, confessing your agreement and laying the foundations for you even if you deny what you want out loud. “Yes, I do.”
“Oh?” He asks at the exact moment you can feel his nails graze at your skin beneath your shirt. “Do you really?”
“Yeah.” You shift slightly, searching for just a crumb of relief from the press of your thighs, but it never comes. 
“I see.” He flattens his palm against your side, the other hand tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, eyes not quite meeting yours as they fixate on the strands already sliding back to their former place against your cheek. 
He gently clears his throat, tongue darting out over his lips for the most fleeting of moments, and when he speaks again, it’s lower, quieter, softer. “But if you hate it sooo much…” he ducks his head, close enough that his lips brush the corner of your mouth as he moves them. “Why are you here?”
He bumps the tip of his nose against your cheek, subtly turning your face so if you so much as shuffle, hiccup, breathe in too deeply, your smiles would meet. But they don’t. A hair’s breadth apart, you linger, eyes meeting his in a scorching challenge. One he doesn’t back down from. One he holds, and holds, and holds – waiting, for you, for his answer.
“Because,” you croak. Your throat feels dry, your eyelids suddenly heavy, lashes fluttering. 
“Because?” he taunts, his chuckled exhale tickling the tiny hairs all over your skin. 
You maintain his gaze still, and he chuckles, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. when you don’t speak for a few seconds more, he takes it upon himself to finish the sentence for you.
“Because you know,” he drawls, gravelly but still somehow heaven-sent and honey-sweet. “That no-one else does it for you the same way I do. Do they?”
You shake your head, the muscles in your neck tight as you wrestle with them not to surge forward and topple against him in a kiss. Seungcheol is an easily pleased man, but you know he loves a bit of a chase and it would be a little rude not to reward his hospitality by giving him one. 
“Say it,” he urges. You’re acutely aware of how his breaths stop fanning against your face once the words are out of his mouth, but you don’t give him anything yet. “Come on. You could have any one of those idiots if you wanted them, but you don’t.” A pause. “Do you?”
You swallow hard, cheeks growing hot. You shake your head again, “No.”
“Because…”
And after one, two, three, four, five thundering beats of your heart—
“Because I want you.”
Seungcheol smirks as he pulls your chin up, finally bringing his plush lips down against your own. It’s soft. almost tender. Barely moving — just a press, but it sends waves of energy through you anyway. 
“You’ve got me,” he says, pulling back an inch, studying your desperate eyes with his own. “Always gonna have me.”
And suddenly, it’s like his entire world might stop if he lets you go.
Both of his hands cup your cheeks as you shift up onto your knees, your own fingers grasping for dear life at his vest. He kisses you as if he could swallow you whole: hard and deep, breathing hot through his nose as his tongue works its way into your mouth and finds your own. You groan, and hearing the sound draws one out of him, too. There’s just something about kissing Seungcheol, and being kissed by him: you don’t even have to think. He just does. You just do. It’s easy.
His hands find the bottom of your shirt and he pulls upwards, separating from your lips to pull it over your head and toss it haphazardly towards the floor. He reconnects with you almost immediately, hands sliding down from your face to your exposed neck, to your shoulders, toying with the strap of your bra.
“You wear this for me, or him?” he asks, breathing heavily as he looks down at your covered tits, the red and white garment sitting pretty against your skin.
“Who d’you think?” you ask, equally fighting to gasp air into your lungs. 
“Better not have been for fuckin’... Captain mommy issues,” he mutters, kissing you hard one more time before his lips attach to the side of your neck. “Never liked the sound of that guy. Thought you were too good for him.”
“S’that right?” You ask, tilting your head back and stuttering out a sigh, lacing it with wisps of a laugh. “You never said so.”
He sucks your skin into his mouth and you swear you can feel every capillary beneath the surface burst one by one, your body-heat climbing to almost unbearable territory. “You were excited,” he says. “Just ‘cause I don't agree with your choices, doesn’t mean I’m gonna be an ass about it.”
And for someone trying their best to cover your throat in as many bruises as possible (no doubt so that if you bump into the asshole from HR who took you out tonight when you’re back at work on Monday, he’ll see that you had a plenty good time without him), it… feels kind of sweet that he’d hold himself back in the name of your theoretical happiness.
“Too good to me,” you chuckle. You’ve long since released your hold on his vest and are now threading your fingers through his hair. He kisses and sucks down over your collarbone, grinning against your skin all the while. 
“So?” he asks, tugging the top of your bra in between his teeth.
You glance down at him, biting your bottom lip at the sight. His pupils are blown-out, drowning his familiar warm, chocolatey eyes in black pools of desire. No lies, that’s always been your agreement. No lies. So you tell him the truth, pushing your chest up towards him and pressing his head down slightly so his top lip brushes against your tit. 
“Wore it for you, Cheol.”
“Mhm. That’s my girl.”
He sits up straight and pulls you down to him, smashing his lips against yours again as his hands slide around your back, fingertips making quick work of your bra clasp. He pulls the straps down your arms, grunting at the feeling of your breasts relaxing against his own chest; the bra joins your shirt on the floor, and soon after follows his vest, your hands clawing at it to get it off him as fast as you can.
“Up,” he says as your hands trail over his stomach, fingers dipping into every groove of muscle, feeling how they ripple as he reflexively tenses them under your touch. “Now.”
You oblige, climbing off the couch and standing upright. His hand finds the back of your shoulder and he guides you around to the side of the sofa, promptly pushing you down over the arm-rest so your face meets the cushions you were both just sitting on. He pulls your pants down your legs and helps you step out of them, dropping down to his knees and kneading at your thighs with a guttural moan.
“Gonna make you forget all about him, y/n,” he says. “Make you feel so good you won’t even remember his name.”
“Please,” you gasp, feeling his teeth sink into your ass. “So-... fucking good to me…”
He adjusts the position of your legs, bumping them apart until he can settle on his knees between them. His nose drags against the crease between the top of your thigh and the bottom of your ass, his lips trailing kisses all the way from the outside of your leg to where your pussy is throbbing for him. He skips over it, though, nipping and licking at the back of your other thigh, until you’re rocking your hips back to try and push him into your core.
“Be a good girl,” he chuckles, thumbing over the wet-patch in your panties. “I’m gonna look after you. I promise.”
His tongue meets your wetness just a moment after, dragging over the fabric and making you whimper. Your hands scramble to clutch onto something, one grabbing the edge of the seat cushion and the other balling into a fist. 
“Fuck, Cheol,” you hiss, feeling the heat from his mouth all over you. “Please – I need it. I need you.”
“Shh,” he says. You can feel his lips twist into a smile. God, you wish you could see him right now. “I’ve got you.”
When exactly his fingers tucked themselves under the waistband of your underwear, you’re not sure: all you know is that one minute, he’s breathing in your scent through the seat of your panties, and the next he’s yanking them down your legs and diving into your cunt like it’s his last meal on death-row. The sheer force of his hands gripping your thighs and his head burying itself between them makes you stumble forwards, the couch groaning as it shifts against the laminate flooring, and you cry out a wet sob of his name.
Who were you kidding, before, when you thought that this wasn’t going to go anywhere tonight?
The build-up to this started the second you told him about the date a week and a half ago.
But you can’t think about the mediocre pasta dish you ate this evening, or the moron who sat across from you at the table who kept checking his phone and glancing over your shoulder. You can’t think about how many times he went to the bathroom after receiving a text, or how he came back grinning cockily before he sat back down. 
All you can think about is how deep Seungcheol’s tongue fucks into you. How he fucking slurps all the wetness your pussy can give him, how he groans and moans and chuckles every time he shifts his head forward and flicks the muscle over your clit. Your head is spinning and your eyes begin smarting at the corners when his nails on one hand dig harshly into the fat at the top of your thigh. It stings, but it feels so fucking good. Your knees are weak, you’re about to bite clean through your lip in an attempt to be respectful to Seungcheol’s neighbours, and your knuckles are sore from the force with which your fist is clenched. 
Lord, he’s good.
“Don’t hold back,” he gasps, pulling away from you, a string of his own spit and your arousal still connecting him to your pussy. “C’mon, babe. I can feel you’re close.”
The loss of his mouth genuinely feels like the end of the world and you could buckle, in this moment. But he’s done this on purpose: he always does. He knows you. He knows the sounds you make and the way your body moves when you’re tantalisingly on the edge of your climax. His thumbs rub circles into your thighs and you just know he’s got the most obnoxious, insufferable grin on his face behind you while he does it: you can picture it, so perfectly. So easily. 
The orgasm you didn’t quite reach starts to ebb away from you and you give a grumble of frustration, pushing up onto your palms to turn around and look at him.
“You’re such a bastard, Cheol,” you hiss, and he grins back at you, his lips swollen and shiny as he licks over them.
“Get that pretty face back down, baby. I’m not done.”
It feels like a delightful punch in the gut, so you do. You drop back down onto your elbows, feeling him shift his position but you can’t see to what; his body heat never leaves yours even when his hands aren’t on you anymore, so you know he hasn’t stood up or gone far. It’s only when you clear your throat that you feel him again. Sat down with his back to the couch, between your thighs, nosing at your clit to get you worked up all over again: his fingers trail over your folds, collecting your arousal, spreading your lips and tonguing between them. You whine for him, keening and confused but overwhelmed at the stark shift from before. How he touches your pussy like it’s the first time, like it’s the last. 
He presses one long finger inside you, free hand pushing your hips into just the right position that he can suck your clit into his mouth. You feel yourself grinding down against his hand, begging him for more without having the words to ask for it, but Seungcheol doesn’t need to be asked. It’s intuitive to him. Eating you out could well be his day job. Another finger joins the first and he pumps them in and out of you at a pace you adore, his tongue flicking precisely over the bud in his mouth.
Your disappointingly lost orgasm from before starts to creep up on you again, and you know he knows it too. But this time, he doesn’t slow. This time, he doesn’t stop. He hums in the back of his throat: it’s permission, you realise, to come undone; burying your face further into the cushions, you let out a muffled series of expletives, sobs, moans of his name. You tumble over the edge with a broken cry, fingers curling into the couch cushions, and he only pulls away when your knees actually give out.
His strong frame is the only thing still holding you up by the time you’ve stopped twitching through the aftershocks, remembering how it feels to have full lungs and a working pair of eyes. You roll your head to the side as he slips out from beneath you, immediately sliding his arm around your waist and leaning over you to keep you steady. Through the material of his shorts, you can feel his hard-on poking at your ass: the fact that you’re this fucked and he hasn’t put his cock inside you yet makes your eyes water.
“Okay?” he asks, pressing tender kisses down the length of your spine. You just breathe, nodding with difficulty owed to your current position and the way all your muscles suddenly feel a hundred times heavier than normal. “Talk to me, sweetheart. You okay?”
“M’okay,” you say. “Just… gimme a sec…”
He keeps pressing his lips all over your back, hands rubbing soothing circles on your hips as you fully recover. You nod again when you’re a little more communicative, pushing up onto your elbows once more.
“Said I’d look after you,” he says. “And you were so good for me.”
“Yeah?” you ask, swallowing hard as you twist your spine uncomfortably to look back at him. Fuck it, maybe he’s the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. Is that some great secret? Is it such a crime?
“You always are, baby.”
He looks down at you again: at the shape of your body, bent so crudely over the arm of his couch. At your messed-up hair, your smeared makeup, your soft, dewy eyes. He bites his bottom lip, swallowing hard, running a finger from between your shoulder-blades all the way down towards your ass.
“Can I?” he asks, pushing his hips against you again, your still-soaked pussy smearing arousal all over the front of his shorts where it meets them. 
“Please,” you nod, shifting your legs slightly to try and get more comfortable. He drops his shorts in a matter of seconds, cock springing free from their confines. It’s thick and veiny, leaking in his palm as he strokes it, one hand coming back to rest on your hip.
“Fuck, babe,” he sighs. “You’re doing so good.”
The head feels delicious against your swollen cunt and you gasp at the pressure of him sliding through your folds, leisurely lubing himself up with your arousal. It glides over your clit and you can’t contain the slight hiss that escapes you. He starts to say something, his voice just audible to you where you’re propped, but for some reason he stops short, and you don��t quite hear him anyway. There’s not enough time to dwell on it though: your eyelashes flutter closed when he prods at your entrance, pushing into you with hardly any resistance at all, and his unstarted, unfinished sentence is forgotten.
It’s still a stretch to take him and he eases himself deeper until his hips are pressed fully against your ass. He rests there for a moment, letting you adjust, letting your body mould to the shape of his own, and it’s only when you reach back with one hand to gently nudge against his wrist to give an okay that he starts to move.
“Good girl,” he says, quieter this time. Like he’s distracted. Like he’s contemplating. But you don’t ask, because you don’t really want to know: every drag of his cock against your walls feels like fireworks bursting over every inch of your skin, like being engulfed in flame, and nothing could take you out of how electric you feel. “Taking me so, so well.”
His hips start to thrust against you quicker, snapping so his cock buries itself deep but mercilessly quickly into your pussy. It’s only a matter of minutes until you’re clenching around him and when you do, Seungcheol – who you noticed early on into your relationship was one of the most vocal men you’d ever had in the bedroom – stops holding back the sounds you think back to when it’s just you and your trusty vibrator against the world. You swear that half the reason your sexual chemistry with him is so unrivalled is because of how loud you can both get.
You don’t know how long he’s fucking you for, sweat beading over both of your bodies and leaving you slick all over. What you do know, though, is that when he bends down over you, supported by one hand bracing his weight against the cushion by our head, he’s close. 
He isn’t groaning and grunting anymore. He’s whining. So agonisingly hard and so painfully wound up that he could snap. His voice is little more than a whimper in your ear when his lips ghost over the shell of it, thrusts slowing as he tries to stave off his high just a little bit longer.
“Wanna drown in this pussy,” he says, eyes squeezed shut, jaw falling slack as you spasm around his length again. “Shit – I love y-... love this… love this so much-...”
And this time, you fucking notice.
This time, you hear him. You know what he said before, now. When you didn’t care, when you just wanted him to fill you up, when you just wanted to have him pound into you until your brain disconnected from failed romances and shitty dating apps and people who weren’t him. Because he started to say it then, too – started to say I love y–
And this time… you say it, back. 
“I love you too, Cheol.”
Jesus, fuck.
Loving Choi Seungcheol is the easiest thing in the world.
He freezes, buried inside you all the way to the hilt, a bead of sweat running down the bridge of his nose and hanging onto the tip for dear life. His eyes shoot open, his head turns, and you meet his gaze by turning your own. He’s feeling everything. All at once. So are you. Arousal and need and fear – God, so much fucking fear – but love. Adoration, affection, endearment, devotion – shit, he feels it all, and it’s written in every line of his face, and when his lips move into a smile, when the corners of his eyes crease, when he lets it wash over him, it feels better than any orgasm he’ll have for the rest of his life.
Even the one that explodes through him when you start to grind yourself back on his cock and he lets go, fingers scrabbling to hold your hand, lips finding home on the back of your shoulder. He paints your insides with his cum, fucks it into you for as long as he can physically withstand. You don’t even have it in you to chase another climax of your own, too blissed out in the relief of your own feelings to feel inclined to try. 
So, maybe there’s a reason you kept accepting dates with men you knew you weren’t compatible with. 
Maybe there’s a reason you didn’t give those other people a real chance.
Maybe there’s a reason you always found yourself looking forward to the end of every night having dinner with a stranger.
Because all the roads lead you here. Because it’s easy being here – it’s where you belong.
He stays sheathed inside you for a little while longer, pressing kisses everywhere his lips can reach before he has to pull his softening cock from its home between your legs. You lament at the feeling of emptiness, even as his strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you upright for the first time in so long that your legs feel like jelly. It’s okay, though. He holds you against his chest, burying his head into your neck – there’s no way you’re going to fall.
(At least, no more than you already have.)
“I’ll give you everything,” he whispers to you, moving your hair out the way so he can press small, doting kisses to the line of your jaw. “I can give it to you. I was a fucking idiot before – I’ll give you everything I have. I don’t know if I can be perfect but anything you want–...”
“I just want you, Cheol,” you tell him. “Everything – screw all that. I just want you.”
“Be with me?” he asks. You nod, feeling him light up in a smile for the hundredth time tonight. Even though you can’t see it, you’re sure it’s as blindingly beautiful as the first smile he sent your way, all those years ago. (It was Joshua’s birthday. You remember that, now.) And the second. And every damn time since. “Forever, this time.”
“Forever, this time,” you agree.
Because spending forever with the man who lifts you into his arms and carries you towards his shower, so you can clean down and get ready for bed? Right now, it sounds so –
But everything with Seungcheol has always been easy. Easier than with anyone else.
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hello! congrats on 12k, i'm a relatively new fan, just entering the world of svt, but i love your work, and thank you for treating us in this celebration!
could i pls request:
choi seungcheol, and the prompt "i shouldn't allow myself to get this close to you"
thank you!!
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“your brother would kill me.”
“what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him,” you insist, pulling seungcheol in for another kiss.
he had been the one to kiss you first, losing himself in the heat of the moment but promptly pulling away as soon as he realized what he’d done.
you’re grinding on his lap and your hands are on his belt, tugging at it impatiently.
“baby,” he tries, mumbling against your lips.
you freeze up at the pet name, giving seungcheol the opportunity to pull away once again. he smirks at your reaction briefly, enjoying the effect he has on you before remembering why he had stopped in the first place.
“we shouldn’t. i-i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you.”
“why not?” you press, grinding down harder and eliciting a sharp inhale from him. “we’re adults.”
“i know but he’s my best friend.”
your expression falters, your eyes narrowing, and you climb off of him.
“fine, fuck him instead,” you sneer as you straighten your skirt.
you’re still within arm’s reach so seungcheol leans toward you and grabs you by the wrist before you can turn to leave.
“let go of me, cheol.”
“is that what you want?”
“no but you made what you want pretty clear so i’d prefer to get out of here before i embarrass myself any further.”
“you know it’s not like that,” he sighs, running his thumb along the back of your hand. “i want it just as much as you do…”
“it doesn’t seem like it.”
“i’m just trying to be rational about this!”
“choi seungcheol, rational?”
“come on, you know this is a bad idea.”
“yeah,” you admit, “but i also know that we’re both horny.”
“is that all i am to you?” seungcheol asks, feigning offense even though he’s only half joking. “a dick to sit on?”
“you’re also a very pretty face to sit on,” you quip.
it’s his turn to narrow his eyes at you. “you know what?”
“hm?”
“i changed my mind. get over here.”
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dontflailmenow · 2 years
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push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) - part three
summary: thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off.
pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader
word count: 11.6k (don't look at me like that)
genre: smut (18+), enemies to lovers, angst, camboy au
warnings/contains: explicit language, dirty talk, teasing/banter, continued usage of petnames, strength kink, explicit sexual content, including: semi-public...touching, manual stimulation (m. and f. receiving), protected sex.
a/n: if I missed you on the taglists, please let me know
svthub masterlists: hyung line and maknae line
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The steady thumping of the bass reverberated through your body, some vaguely familiar dance remix pouring out through the speakers to fill the club from wall-to-wall on Saturday night, as you and your friends lost yourselves in the crush of bodies on the dance floor. Girls’ night, they had promised you, except all of them had agreed this particular girls’ night was about wing-womaning you and getting you back in the saddle. 
“By the end of the night, you’re gonna be riding some hottie and you won’t even remember James. He could walk right up to you and you’ll be thinking, ‘Who the hell is this cretin?’” were the exact words Lily used, actually. 
At the time, you had laughed and hugged her. “I love you. There may not actually be anyone there I want to hook up with and I hope we don’t run into James because that would just suck, but we’ll see.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know and I love you too,” she replied with a grin.
“I’ll kick him in the teeth if he shows up. Just give me one chance,” Jess contributed, mischief flashing in her eyes.
“Oh my god, nobody is getting an assault and/or battery charge tonight, okay?” you’d managed to choke out on a huff of laughter. “The thought is definitely noted and it for sure counts, I promise.”
After toasting to not getting arrested but having fun and friendship and maybe you making out with someone – okay, they said fucking and you weren’t ruling it out because at least that would give you something (or someone) else to think about that wasn’t He Who Must Not Be Mentioned or Thought About or Fantasized About �� the four of you had ubered to one of your favorite clubs and commenced with the good times.
At some point, you all had decided to take a break from dancing, finding and snagging a coveted tall table before anyone else could swoop in and take advantage of the stools for sitting and the tabletop to hold your drinks. Every time you wore high heels out dancing, you inevitably questioned your life choices, but they just made you feel hot and you know they made you look it. When Nari and Jess made their way back to the dance floor, you and Lily hung back for a bit longer so she could finish her drink. You waved the other two off with a promise to join them soon. 
“Anyone promising so far?” Lily asked before taking another sip through her straw. 
“Eh,” you said with a shrug and a grin. “I’m having too much fun spending time with my favorite people to notice.” 
“Your favorite people just got here, though!” the man walking up behind Lily and resting his chin on her shoulder countered, smiling brightly at you. Jeonghan. 
“You are a person, not people,” you corrected him, lips curving up at the corners in an answering smile. 
Lily grinned and immediately turned on the stool to face him, her arms encircling his shoulders as his arms came up to wrap around her waist. He pressed a quick kiss to her lips and you cleared your throat, your eyes widening. Things had certainly…developed there, apparently. 
“Who says I’m here alone?”
“...You didn’t. Jeonghan, I don’t care how much Lily likes you. I will kill you.”
Jeonghan gave you a wicked grin while he pulled back and took Lily by the hand. Lily, meanwhile, looked back and forth between the two of you with brows pulled together. “What did I miss and why are we killing him?”
“We?” Jeonghan asked in a gasp, the hand not holding your friend’s dramatically coming to his chest. “I’m just trying to do nice things for one of my favorite people, who happens to be your best friend, and you’re going to let her kill me? You’re going to help her?” 
“Sorry, Hannie,” Lily cooed at him before flashing a smile at you. “Best friend privileges. I’ll miss you, but I’ve gotta do what I’ve gotta do.”
“Wait, how did you even know we were going to be here anyway?” You eyed your supposed best friend in suspicion. 
At which point, she started to drag Jeonghan with her toward the dance floor. “Time to dance!”
Slack-jawed, you started at their backs until they disappeared into the crowd. That little loose-lipped betrayer. As long as it was just Jeonghan – despite his crack about coming alone – it was fine. You would forgive her for clearly being infatuated and just make due with getting to tease her for being so smitten she told him where the four of you were going that night. 
You felt the presence coming up beside you before you saw him, felt the sudden charge in the air and the heat from his body against your side as he moved into your space. 
Spine stiffening, you mentally willed yourself to project serenity. Hell, you would settle for annoyance. Anything other than nervous and hyper-aware of him in ways that you weren’t supposed to be. Your eyes caught on the glass he set in front of you, then you forced yourself to turn your head and meet his gaze. Christ, why was he so close?
“Seungcheol.” Frankly, you were proud at the steadiness of your voice and yourself for maintaining eye contact despite the amused glimmer in his.
“Princess,” he replied in that low, distractingly, unfairly attractive way he had. Which, what the fuck, you were annoyed that he’d managed to make that your automatic response to his voice rather than irritation. “Thirsty?”
Yes. 
“Parched!” you admitted, reaching for the glass he had set in front of you and bringing it to your lips. He might hate you, but he wouldn’t drug you. “What is this, anyway?”
He leaned closer, close enough for you to feel his breath against your face, and glanced at the glass, the rim of which was resting on your lower lip as you went to take a sip, then back up to your eyes. His lips twitched. “Peach. Daiquiri. I know how much you like peaches.”
It took all you had not to spit the drink out but rather to swallow down the mouthful you’d just taken. What you could not control, though, was the way you nearly dropped the glass and needed to quickly stop it from falling to the tabletop – thank God for quick reflexes. He didn’t – that had to be a coincidence. He couldn’t – He absolutely could not know.
The knowing glint in his gaze and the curve of his lips as he settled onto the stool next to you and scooted it further into your space might as well be shouting at you that he absolutely did know. 
“Actually, I hate peaches! Peaches are gross.” 
He chuckled and you mentally cursed your body for responding to the roughness in the sound. “That’s how you’re going to play this?” 
“Play what?” you countered, eyes widened in your best impersonation of a person who wasn’t guilty of the crime for which she was being accused. “Anyway, thank you for the drink, but I should probably go find the others.”
You set the glass back on the table and tried to slide off the stool to make your escape, but Seungcheol slid an arm around you from behind, laying it on the back of your stool, and you froze. A deer in headlights had nothing on you. 
“Nuh uh,” he tutted, turning his body fully toward you and bringing his other arm up in front of you, elbow resting on the edge of the table. “It’s too late to run away. You and I need to talk about some things, don’t we?”
Shit. 
Fuck. 
Goddamn it. 
“Do we? Because I vote we just…don’t.” 
“Coward.”
Ouch. Not that he was wrong – at least, in this case. 
“Maybe so, but I don’t think talking about any of it is going to do anything good,” you hissed at him, doing your best to avoid eye contact. “Now, if you’ll excuse me –” Again, you attempted to move, but this time you were stopped by him dropping his hand from the table to your lap, palm pressed to your thigh and fingers giving your thigh what you knew must have been a deceptively gentle squeeze. 
The touch, unexpected and more intimate than any you’d experienced from him before, made your breath catch in your throat and a sharp wave of want roll through you, spreading from where he gripped your thigh to your center. 
“No,” he spoke softly, finally finding your gaze and you found yourself unable to look away from his dark, familiar eyes, the banked fire there. That was less familiar and seeing it through the screen during the stream was one thing – one incredibly sexy thing that you remembered craving to see in-person, focused on you even if you knew it was impractical and would end terribly – but actually experiencing it with only six inches between his face and yours felt like a caress. Like a seduction stoking a flame you refused to admit he lit in you.
“What?” you asked in a tone not nearly sharp enough, given who you were, who he was, and your antagonistic relationship. And why weren’t you moving? Shoving his hand off of you, standing up, and finding your friends? That was the smart play here. 
The only play that made any sense, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything other than stare at him, with eyes that had always been far too expressive for your own good.
In your periphery, you saw him smirk. “No, I won’t excuse you. Not yet, anyway.”
“Seungcheol, seriously. What do you want?” There. That was the sighed, exasperation you normally reserved for him. 
“I want a lot of things, princess, but I don’t think you’re ready to hear them.” Seungcheol slid his hand down your leg toward your knee, far enough so his palm and fingers pressed against bare skin, this thumb teasing at the hem of your skirt, slipping just beneath the edge. He let his gaze drop to watch as his fingers gripped your thigh and you just knew he felt the way your body jerked, leg – and every other – muscle clenching in response. 
You watched as his lips pressed together and saw the tightness in his jaw. Heard the increased roughness in his voice when he spoke again and had to fight with everything in you to not squirm in your seat. 
“Or maybe you are, hm?” he asked as his eyes lifted back to yours. “Ready to hear some truths without a computer screen between us?”
Every metaphorical alarm in your brain was going off, clanging and blaring and shrieking. Danger, they warned. Abandon all hope, Ye who enter here may as well have been carved into your awareness, like a banner across his chest, the upward curve of his lips on either side of his mouth serving as exclamation points. 
This had to be a trap. 
Had to.
Seungcheol didn’t talk to you like this and he didn’t look at you like this and – you felt his hand start sliding up your leg, beneath your skirt this time – he for damn sure didn’t touch you like this. He was pissed at you for the private stream and he had every right to be. You knew what you were doing, who he was, that he would not want you to see him like that or to hear him say those things. If he knew you were princess_peach, he would never have suggested the stream. He would have laughed at you for seeking comfort and release from some anonymous guy online, and for being willing to pay astronomically for the privilege of doing so. 
Calling his best friend a dick, showing you his face, calling you his – making you call yourself his – and talking you through orgasms while getting off to your words and the thought of you? Never. So yeah. This absolutely had to be some kind of a trap to embarrass you in retaliation for knowingly taking advantage of him and his ignorance. 
“You want me to apologize? I’m sorry. I am. I should’ve never – As soon as I realized who you were, that should’ve been it,” you said in a rush, a hand coming up to grip at his shoulder and the other grabbing the forearm dangerously close to you. Not pulling or pushing it away, but just…clutching at it as he turned his hand, fingertips now brushing against the skin of your inner thighs. 
“Shh,” he hushed you, shifting still further forward on his stool until one of his legs was between your knees and you felt the strength in that leg when he used it to apply pressure against the inside of your knee, the force of which had your body turning toward him on your seat. Fuck, he was strong. 
Seungcheol brought his head to the side of yours until your cheeks grazed against each other and his lips brushed your ear, eliciting an irrepressible shiver from you. “I know you needed that, beautiful. Needed me. Bad enough to fight against every thought about why you shouldn’t.”
“Oh God. Look, Seung–” 
“It’s my turn, princess. You’ve been very naughty, so you’re gonna just listen right now, aren’t you?”
Shit. 
This was why you knew better. Well, it was one of many reasons why you knew better. You had opened Pandora’s Box knowingly, willingly, and against every bit of reason you possessed because you were hurt and yeah, had needed it. But actions have consequences and right now, the way your body responded to him betrayed you. Instead of telling him to fuck off if he thought you were just going to comply with whatever he wanted, you tightened your hold on his shoulder, the hand on his forearm releasing it to grab at his other shoulder instead, your fingers at either side of him grasping at his shirt, and you found yourself nodding. 
In your defense, you had done something you knew was – at the very least – questionable. Letting him speak was the right thing to do! Right. Yeah. Telling yourself that felt a lot better than…the alternative, so you were gonna go with that. 
You felt the vibrations from his pleased groan, a vibration that moved through your body, a straight shot from your ear to your cunt, and you mentally prayed to every deity in the history of ever that he couldn’t feel the heat you must be giving off or how wet you were. 
Because karma was a bitch, however, in that moment, you shifted on your seat – squirming, really. The unconscious movement of your hips meant the back of his hand brushed against the gusset of your panties, which hid absolutely nothing, and you gasped, jerking at the touch. Knowing you should pull away, but instead jerking into his touch when it was suddenly his fingertips pressing into you through the same thin fabric.
Your eyes darted around the room to see if anyone had noticed, if anyone was looking or paying any attention to what was happening, and finding no one. Between the darkness, cut only by the colored lights flashing from the ceiling over the dance floor, the shadow cast by the table, and his broad body angled in front of you as it was, anything other than just him clearly invading your personal space was hidden.
“Oh, sweetheart,” his voice was a low rumble into your ear. “Claim you can’t stand me, but we’re in the middle of a room full of people and you’re still my needy princess.” He dragged his fingers along the length of your slit, rubbing the fabric into your most sensitive flesh and drawing a whimper from you. 
“I can’t and I’m not,” you argued through gritted teeth. Sharply inhaling as you felt his lips graze the skin beneath your ear, your nails digging into his shoulders at the feel of his teeth against the same skin. “Seungcheol, we can’t –”
“Can’t we?” he asked, pulling his head back so that his gaze caught yours, his fingers pausing their movement. “I could’ve sworn that was you mewling my name and whining that you’re mine. Mine to do with as I wish, right?” 
Jesus. His words sent you right back to that moment – those moments, plural. To the both of you naked and you aching to have his hands on you, just like they were in the present. Your head spun and you wished you could blame it on alcohol but you’d barely had any and if you were drunk on anything, it was this. No! This was him trying to prove a point. 
The last thing you could afford to do was give him any more of the upper hand than he already had. “That- That was princess_peach to S.Coups!”
Seungcheol smirked. The cat that got the canary had nothing on him. 
“Well, this looks cozy.”
The words crashed into you like a bucket of ice water, dousing every bit of heat in you and leaving you frozen. No. Why was –
“James,” Seungcheol greeted over his shoulder, jaw clenched, his observant gaze watching the play of emotions on your face while you worked to swallow down the panic, the guilt – which, honestly, what the hell and why should you feel guilty? – and the embarrassment, to school your features into something resembling neutral. Finally, he drew back, hand squeezing your thigh before he stepped away from you and turned to look at the other man. “I didn’t know you were going to be joining us.”
“Yeah, I could tell. What the fuck, man?” Your ex-boyfriend kept looking back and forth between you and Seungcheol, arms crossed over his chest and his eyes narrowed, from where he stood across the table. 
You watched as Seungcheol grabbed the drink you hadn’t finished and brought it to his lips for a sip before getting to his feet and shrugging, lifting a brow at his friend. “She looked lonely all by herself, so I came over here to keep her company. We were talking. Now we’re not because you’re here.”
“You were talking,” James echoed, disbelief in every syllable, “and you had to be an inch from her to do that?” 
“It’s loud, man, I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I could have shouted at her across the table like this, I guess, but why would I?” 
If you didn’t know – weren’t still wearing a reminder of his ability to turn you on and inside out – you would probably believe his casual dismissal of the underlying accusation James was leveling at him. 
As it was, you did know and you needed to be anywhere but right here. 
“I’m gonna go find my friends,” you announced while finally sliding off your chair and onto your feet without impediment. “Cheol,” you started, glancing down at the drink still in his hand then back up at him, meeting his gaze and swallowing hard at the heat that flashed in his eyes. “I – I’m sorry, again. Really.” 
He opened his mouth to respond, but instead James spoke. “It’s ‘Cheol,’ now? I know you’re pissed at me but throwing yourself at my best friend is–”
“If you finish that fucking sentence, I swear to God I will clock you.”
You and James both stared at Seungcheol, wide-eyed. 
“Are you serious right now?” James asked.
Seungcheol looked serious. And furious. His gaze was locked on the other man, jaw clenched. Which made zero sense. If anything, it would make more sense for him to take this opportunity to point out to what extent you had done exactly that. Maybe not in person, maybe not openly, and maybe not romantically, but you had paid the man for the privilege of seeing him naked and for your pleasure. Even offline, you clearly reacted to his presence and his touch in ways you absolutely should not, as he had felt for himself two minutes ago.
This was his chance to humiliate you and instead he was defending you? 
Seungcheol might not always be the complete ass you had thought he was – you even admitted to yourself you actually…didn’t totally hate him and liked the version you’d been able to get to know via anonymity – but he was still your ex-boyfriend’s best friend. That was a fact and it wouldn’t change, even if you were attracted to him. Even if he wasn’t mad as hell and determined to make you squirm in retaliation. Even if he somehow and for some inexplicable reason had just done…that. 
“Yeah, I’m definitely gonna just…go. James, fuck you. Seungcheol, bye.” 
As you walked away, you heard Seungcheol saying, “Let her go,” and thought you heard something about, “a guy who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.”
James must have replied, but you were too far away to hear it by then, pushing your way into the crush to find your friends and suggest moving on to the next place.
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Your friends didn’t hesitate to leave when you told them James showed up and gestured over your shoulder to where you’d left him and Seungcheol. You glanced back to see him still standing in front of and in some sort of a staredown with Seungcheol, whose arms were crossed and who appeared to be saying something your ex didn’t like, if the scowl on James’ face was any indication. 
Jeonghan winced and apologized, swearing he didn’t invite James or know the other man was coming. You let him know that you knew that and that he was still your favorite of the friends you’d stolen after the break-up (you absolutely refused to acknowledge the way his gaze flickered over your shoulder before returning to you or the dubious look he turned on you after having done so). As you and your friends made to head out, Jeonghan gave an exaggerated sigh and presumably went to sort out whatever was going on with his friends. 
Two nightclubs and several rounds of karaoke later, you and your friends were wrapping up the night in a 24-hour diner. 
“You okay?” asked Nari, swiping one of your fries and giving you a wide grin when you gasped in feigned outrage at the action. 
Jess and Lily leaned forward on the opposite side of the booth, Lily bracing her chin on a palm and Jess bringing both elbows up to rest on the tabletop. The concern in all of their eyes pulled a soft smile from you and you nodded. 
“I’m fine, I promise,” you assured them, stealing one of Nari’s onion rings in retaliation. “I just wasn’t expecting to see him there and the whole thing was weird.” 
“Yeah, no kidding,” Jess said. “What were he and Seungcheol arguing about? They both looked ticked. And when did Seungcheol show up, anyway?”
Three sets of very curious eyes stared at you then and a nervous laugh bubbled up and out of you. “I don’t know, they were just – Seungcheol was being Seungcheol, trying to get a rise out of me. James came over and didn’t like that we were talking, I guess? He went all ‘dog in the manger’ and accused me of throwing myself at Seungcheol.” 
Oh hell. Now they were all three leaning in even more and looked far too interested for your peace of mind. You groaned before any of them spoke, already knowing you’d walked into that and they weren’t going to let it go. 
“Oh really?” Jess cocked her head to the side, her smile sly. “Were you ‘throwing yourself’ at Seungcheol?” 
“Of course I wasn’t!” You would not think about the fact that your cheeks felt like they were on fire. You would not. “The two of us cannot be in a room together without arguing, he hates me, and his best friend is my ex-boyfriend. He would literally never let me live it down if I – no. No. Are you crazy?”
“Please,” Lily scoffed. “He doesn’t hate you. The man found out we were going to be there and his immediate reaction was to suggest he and Jeonghan also be there.” 
“What?”
Lily raised both eyebrows at you and the ‘You heard me’ didn’t need to be spoken out loud for you to receive the message.
“That makes sense,” Nari said with a hum. “I didn’t even realize he was there until you came up to us wanting to leave, so he must’ve gone straight to you. And I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again: you two spend an awful lot of time focused on each other for two people that supposedly hate each other.” 
Shaking your head, you buried your face in your palms, trying to think of a way to explain without…explaining exactly what had been going on. 
Jess chose that moment to oh-so-helpfully add, “You know, she didn’t actually say she hated him just now.” 
“Oh my god, you guys!” You took a deep breath, knowing that you had to say something if you didn’t want your friends to misunderstand. Lowering your voice, you uncovered your face and looked between your best friends. “He jumped on the chance to come tonight and came right at me because he’s pissed. I may have done a thing. A thing that I should not have done.”
Instead of responding verbally, all three of them nodded at you to continue. 
“Okay, look.” Fuck. “I sort of – We’ve been chatting online? Anonymously. After James and I broke up, I guess I was curious and stumbled upon this site where people can chat with each other, right?” 
Their looks said, “Uh huh…”
“Long story short, he and I may have been talking on there and things may have escalated and we maybe had, uhh, phone sex but he didn’t know it was me at the time. But I knew he was, er, him. But he somehow did find out and now he’s pissed off, so tonight he wanted to confront me and screw with me. That’s all.”
It was Lily who spoke first. “That’s all? Because that’s a lot.” 
“God,” you groaned, dropping your head back into your hands. “I know. I’m so screwed.”
“Wait, but you knew it was him,” Nari pointed out. “And you still talked to him. You had phone sex with Seungcheol. The guy you say you hate.”
“Except she didn’t say that just now.” Jess reached across the table and pulled your hands down from your face. “I mean, you had to know it could turn out messy, but you didn’t tell him who you were – which you totally could have done, by the way. You could’ve, I don’t know, given him shit for sexting his best friend’s ex-girlfriend. But you didn’t.” 
Pressing your lips together, you shook your head. Acknowledging. 
“Do you like him?” Lily asked, finally. 
There it was. 
The one question you did not want to be asked. 
“I – No. Yes. No. I don’t know,” you rambled. “I like who he is when he doesn’t know I’m me? It’s complicated.” Sighing, you grabbed another fry and plopped it into your mouth. 
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You managed to avoid running into Seungcheol for a week. Then two. Did that mean you also had to avoid any hangouts with your friends that weren’t at your place? Well, yes, but sacrifices had to be made in the name of your sanity. 
Now, not only did you have memories of the man on camera, of his voice in your ear telling you any number of filthy things, but you also had an infuriatingly vivid memory of him in your space, his hands on you, his broad body (that you absolutely knew what looked like when it wasn’t covered up, your very helpful brain decided to remind you of whenever you thought about it) a breath away and the feel of his breath against your skin, his fucking lips against your skin. 
So yes. If it meant preventing yourself from being forced to confront the way he had somehow managed to twist you up into knots offline as well as online, and prevent him from successfully getting back at you, or have to talk about why the hell he had defended you from your ex-boyfriend slash his bestie that night…you would gladly restrict your socialization to movie nights and game nights and ordering delivery. It didn’t prevent your friends from asking questions or suggesting that maybe you and Seungcheol should talk about what had happened, but you were a pro at dodging said questions and shutting down those suggestions at this point. 
Some might say you were only postponing the inevitable but you were sticking to stubborn (perhaps irrational) optimism! 
When Lily let you know that she and Jeonghan were taking a weekend trip – their first since making things official – you were thrilled for the both of them. Honestly. Even if them being together meant you would definitely have to interact with Seungcheol again at some point, you liked Jeonghan. He and Joshua were your favorite of James’ friends and you were glad they were still in your life in spite of everything. Besides, you wanted your best friend to be gloriously happy and you knew Jeonghan made her that way: they were great together!
So when Jeonghan asked you to take care of his pet, Jjongddol, while they were gone, you agreed in a heartbeat. You weren’t sure what kind of a pet it was, but based on Jeonghan’s assurances that you would just need to stop by once a day to give Jjongddol attention and maybe go on a walk, you assumed he or she was pretty low maintenance. Lily had squealed her thanks in the background and you had laughed, promising to take good care of Jjonddol and telling the two of them to have the best time without any worries. 
After work on Friday, you headed to Jeonghan’s apartment to do just that. 
Letting yourself in with the code he gave you, you shut the door behind you – careful to watch for any mystery pets trying to escape – then set your purse on the counter and made your way into the main living space. “Jjongddol,” you called out when no furry (or scaly, you supposed) friend came running to investigate and you didn’t see any cages. Guessing that the little guy or girl – Jeonghan hadn’t specified – must be in Jeonghan’s room, you walked down the hall, opening doors to find his bedroom. The first door you opened was a linen closet, but with the second came success. 
“Jjongddol?” Unfortunately, you had investigated the entirety of the bedroom, including the attached bathroom and walk-in closet, no animal in sight. You did, however, find a sign over a paper house with Jjongddol’s name written there and a rock sitting in what looked to be a nest right next to it. Your brows drew together and you were trying to convince yourself that Jeonghan hadn’t actually sent you to his apartment to play with his pet rock, when you heard a throat clearing behind you.
Nearly jumping out of your skin, you spun quickly toward the sound. 
No. Fucking. Way. 
There stood Seungcheol, the left side of his mouth curved upward, arms crossed over his chest, casually leaning against the doorframe. A goddamn towel slung low on his hips was the only thing covering his body. 
Without any conscious effort on your part, your gaze took in every bit of him on display. The ridiculously sexy tattoo on his neck that apparently hadn’t lost any of its appeal with repeated exposure. The broadness of his shoulders and the expanse of his chest that wasn’t covered by his stupidly beefy biceps and strong forearms – also unnecessarily attractive. Lower, your greedy gaze went, tracing an invisible line down the center of his torso, abdomen just as toned and appealing as the rest of him, disappearing beneath white terrycloth tucked into itself. 
Looking far more tempting than he had a right to and far more so than any apple hawked by any serpent. 
It took every last ounce of willpower you had to tear your gaze away and bring it back up to meet his. His eyes had been swimming with amusement before but now they smoldered. “Don’t let me stop you. Look as much as you want, princess. I know I’m going to,” he drawled before deliberately dropping to give you just as thorough a once-over. 
Thankfully, you were wearing much more than a towel. 
You knew you looked nice, of course – you’d had the skirt you were wearing tailored so it would flatter and the cap-sleeved blouse kept you cool while projecting a professional image – but as his gaze moved over your body and his tongue slipped out to wet his lips before he caught his lower lip between his teeth, you felt exposed. 
Singed. 
Acutely aware of how precarious your situation was. That you had found yourself in the exact scenario you had been avoiding for weeks: the two of you were alone and you would have to get past him – his body a physical barrier between you and any exit – if you wanted to run away from this…conversation. 
You cleared your throat and brought your arms up to cross over your own chest. Forced yourself to ignore the fact that he was not even half-dressed and instead focus on his face. “You’ve made your point.”
His eyes found yours and he arched an eyebrow. “Have I? What’s my point then?”
You scowled. “That it’s rude to stare? To ogle without permission?”
Seungcheol’s smile was wicked and he chuckled. “I mean, in general, yeah, that’s a good rule of thumb. In this case? Pretty sure I gave you permission, beautiful. Repeatedly.”
“I –” His smile was supposed to annoy you. He was supposed to annoy you. Smiling at you like that, calling you beautiful, he felt so much more like S.Coups than the man you’d come to know – yes, you knew they were the same person, but you were not used to getting this version of him outside of those moments when he didn’t know he was talking to you. The two of you had rules of engagement! An understanding of where the two of you stood with each other. He was not supposed to confuse you like this. 
Unless he was screwing with your head. This was that night in the club all over again, except it was worse.
“Okay, well I’m pretty sure you were being a smartass and said it to mock me this time,” you finally settled on, sighing, “because we both know you wouldn’t have given it those other times, if you knew who you were giving it to.” 
“It’s cute how you think I didn’t know.” 
What.
“What?”
“You heard me,” he said before turning away from the doorway and heading further down the hall. 
He made it half a dozen steps before you were behind him, your hand grabbing his arm, then you were stepping around him and into his path. You expected him to stop walking – that was your plan, anyway – but instead he took another step, only coming to a stop when his body was pressed flush to your front. Instinctively, you brought your palms up to his still very much naked chest, not sure whether you wanted to push him away or just touch him. Finally. 
Your breaths were sharp, shallow, as you stared at your hands on him. As you felt the heat from his body against yours. He had been close that night, but not this close, Jesus. You could feel his muscles beneath your palms, the hard plane of his abdomen against you through the intentionally light, breezy fabric of your shirt, that precariously secured towel pressing into your belly. Lust lit you up as you became hyper-aware of just how little separated you from him, of how easy it would be to open the towel and feel all of him, how quickly he could shove your skirt up and – 
Squeezing your eyes shut, you mentally gave yourself a shake and your libido a glare. Focus. You needed to stay focused. You dragged your gaze up to his, determined to demand he explain, and your knees went weak at the darkness you saw in his eyes. 
“How long have you know…n?” you started, words trailing off and getting caught in your throat as you felt his hands come to rest at either side of your waist. You. Were. Focusing. You would not be ruled by your hormones or allow his stupidly sexy smirk, tongue-touched though it may be, or his annoyingly strong hands, now squeezing at your sides before slipping down to grasp your hips, distract you. “Can you just –” 
“Hm?”
Oh, he was really smirking then and you felt the comfort of a familiar bristle work its way through you. 
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you don’t know.”
Seungcheol’s voice was a low purr as he responded. “You mean like you’re looking at me?”
“You are not looking at me like I’m looking at you,” you hissed. “I’m looking at you like I want to strangle you. You’re looking at me like – like you think I’m going to jump you and you’re so proud of yourself for it.”
“There’s some of that, too,” he admitted with a chuckle, choosing that moment to draw your body even closer to his and it was suddenly not just the tucked towel you felt pressed into your abdomen. You shivered despite your very best intentions and he tightened the hold he had on your hips. “I hate to break it to you, princess, but we both know you’re definitely going to jump me – it’s just a matter of time. Easier to be mad at me than own up to what you want, though, isn’t it?”
Oh. My. God. If you killed him, surely the jury would understand you were provoked and acquit you, right? Deep breaths, you told yourself. A mistake, honestly, since doing so meant you were inhaling the scent of freshly-showered Seungcheol, which once again reminded you that he was mostly naked and you were basically groping his pecs. 
“Or maybe I’m wrong. Maybe you can’t stop looking at me – can’t take your hands off of me,” he dropped his gaze to where you were holding onto his biceps, having forced yourself to remove your hands from his chest but not quite able to let go of him entirely, before continuing. “Watched my shows and paid for that private stream, let me tell you all about how I wanted to touch you – to fuck you – begged me to do exactly that, whimpering and soaking your sheets while you whined so prettily for me, came for me because you don’t want me?”
His words, spoken low and voice rough, were an accusation and a taunt and an invitation. 
“You weren’t telling me you wanted to touch me or fuck me. I’m not an idiot, Seungcheol. You were saying what you had to say and doing what you had to do to get the person on the other end of the line off.” A fact which you knew the whole time. But standing there with him in the middle of your mutual friend’s hallway, being reminded of how intimate it had been for you, knowing exactly who you were sharing the experience with, and how you could’ve been anyone to him…it hurt for reasons you weren’t willing to look too deeply into. 
Internally wincing, you dragged your focus from where it had fallen to his clavicle, up to find him staring intently at you. Studying you. You shifted on your feet. 
“That’s right,” he hummed, bringing a hand to your face, his fingertips tracing a line across your jaw, lips pulling into a smile at the way your grip on his arms tightened. ”My possessive princess doesn’t like the thought of sharing me, of not being the only one with my attention.” 
He didn’t. 
“Shut up,” you gritted out between clenched teeth. Glaring at him for having the gall to call you out so blatantly. 
“You want me to be yours?” His thumb brushed over your lips, close enough for you to feel his breath on your face. 
“I – I said shut up.” Your words were a whisper this time, choked out as you battled the urge to actually jump him and prove him right. Every molecule of your body was aware of every bit of him, still pressed against you, and he fucking knew it, which was the worst part. 
Seungcheol’s laugh was raspy, his words layered with sexual heat that you felt all the way down to your toes, but that settled low in your belly, the embers of need that you’d managed to mostly ignore in favor of being frustrated with him, threatening to spark. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered. I’m right, hm? You can have what you want, princess.” His fingers slid into your hair, gripping and tilting your head up slightly. Just enough. “Take it. Or ask me nicely and I’ll give it to you.”
Fuck it. Fuck everything. Fuck every reason why you should not want him or have him. You did and you could and you would. Angsting about it and cleaning up what was sure to be a mess could come later. 
Your lips were on his before you took your next breath, your arms slipping over his shoulders to draw him nearer as you pressed as close to him as you could get. Seungcheol’s fingers in your hair tightened their grip and the hand at your hip became an arm slung around your waist, dragging your pelvis into his. 
“Open up for me,” he groaned against your lips, then nipped at your lower lip, as if his words and the way he had sucked at that same lip weren’t enough to get his point across. 
So you did. Lips parting for him, for you because in that moment, you needed to taste him and for him to kiss you, hot and wet and desperate, as badly as you needed air. He slipped his tongue past your lips when you complied, swallowing your whimper into his mouth and stealing the breath from you. Soft lips pressed to yours, his tongue teasing along the length of your own, and all you could think was, Take it. Want it, take it, have it, have him. 
He’d told you that you could, after all. A low rumble in his chest worked its way up his throat and into your mouth as a growl when you tangled your fingers in his hair and suckled at his tongue, let your teeth graze and bite at his plush lips. He cursed and you smiled – he wasn’t the only one with power here, and Jesus, it was a heady feeling, knowing he wanted this, too. Wanted you. Just as badly, if the way he covered your ass with his hands, squeezing your cheeks and rolling his hips into you, letting you – making you – feel his cock, hard and demanding, against your belly, was any indication. 
“Cheol,” you gasped, fingers in his hair grasping tightly enough to earn you a hiss, fingernails of your other hand digging into his shoulder from where you still held yourself to him. “God, I want –” 
“What do you want, beautiful?” 
“Thought you already knew. What I wanted. What I needed. Or was that just you talking a big game?” That you managed to make it sound teasing when he was pressing kisses to and biting at the skin beneath your jaw, along your neck, was a miracle. But old habits died hard and the words were out before you even had time to second guess them. 
You felt rather than saw his smile – the way his lips curled up at the corners – against your throat. “I know exactly what you want and need – think I’ve proven that already, though, haven’t I? Maybe I just wanted to hear you admit it.” 
You shushed him and he chuckled, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Can’t say the words yet, huh? Feeling shy now that you can’t hide behind your screen name. ” 
“I wasn’t hidi– Oh!” You started to deny – a lie, but there was no way in Hell you would admit the truth – except Seungcheol was drawing your skirt up around your waist, humming when you didn’t protest. His tongue licked at the hollow of your throat and you swallowed hard, eyes rolling back when he shifted his attention to suckling and nipping at the sensitive skin beneath your ear, without doubt leaving a mark. It should have been infuriating and yet, you had to bite at the inside of your cheek to keep in the needy noise threatening to escape.
“Yeah, you were, but you’re not right now, are you?”
You shook your head before letting it drop back to bare more of your neck for him. “Nuh uh.”  
“Mm, that’s right. Right now, it’s just you and me. You’re here with me and gonna let me give it to you,” he coaxed, catching the back of your thighs in his grip and lifting you up against him once your skirt was pushed up enough to allow you to do exactly what you did: immediately wrap your legs around his waist and lock your ankles behind him. It didn’t even occur to you not to do exactly that. 
Limbs wrapped around him as they were and his stupidly strong arms holding you up with those distractlingly strong hands on your ass, your legs were the only thing keeping his towel from falling from his hips and you could feel every inch of his cock now pressed right up against your cunt. Terrycloth and soaked satin the only separating him from you. 
His name falling from your lips was a plea and a curse. Tucking your head in the crook of his neck, you rolled your hips, a whimper bubbling up when you felt him jerk you into him and his hips thrust against you. When he let out a low moan as he moved with you until your back was pressed to the wall and he was caging you into it with his body. “Gonna let me fuck you and make you feel good, aren’t you, princess?”
“Yeah,” you started, “God, okay, yes. I want you to. I want you. Shouldn’t, but I do.” 
Seungcheol’s eyes bore into yours and brought his hand to the hem of your shirt, tugging it from the waistband of your skirt. “I shouldn’t, either, but I do and I’m gonna. Until all you fucking know is me.”
That was the moment for the both of you to maybe pause and consider why you both knew you should not be doing this but wanted to and intended to anyway, but the good ship Give a Damn had set sail already and had to be halfway across the ocean, for all you knew or cared. Instead, you tightened your legs around his waist to bear more of your weight and raised your arms above your head so he could lift your shirt up and off of you. 
He eyed the upward movements of your arms, tongue slipping out to wet his lips at the way you held your hands overhead and smiled coyly at him, mischief and challenge glittering behind the need in your own eyes. “Promise?”
Pushing his pelvis forward, further bracing you between him and the wall behind you, he groaned. One of those quick, deft hands of his you’d watched undress himself so many times had your top off and falling to the floor at your feet, then fisted in the hair at your nape before  brushing your lips with his and giving your bottom lip a nip. “Yeah, princess. I promise,” he said in a purr against your lips. “Hold on tight.”
You knew he was strong, but the way Seungcheol carried you down the hall just like that, still gave you a thrill. It hit some deep, primal part of you that you normally didn’t bother to acknowledge because it usually was pretty quiet – there were no lions to fight or dragons to slay after all. No wars to be fought in your honor. But it was still sexy as Hell, knowing how much strength he possessed. 
The man could fight a battle for your honor, if need be. Or just manhandle you. That would be good, too. 
Seungcheol knelt on the bed, slowly lowering you to its surface with a hand at your back and hovering over you. You would be annoyed by the self-satisfied smile that turned his lips when you stared up at him looking every bit as lust-drunk as you felt, your hands groping his biceps, but honestly, he had reason to be. Ass. 
“It’s like that, huh?” 
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
His smile only deepened. “Sure you don’t,” he teased, bracing his weight on one hand while he brought the other to your leg, still wrapped around his torso. Trailing his fingers up your shin to your knee, letting his thumb graze against the sensitive skin behind it. His gentle touch sent a shiver through you and you sighed, your head falling back into the soft bed beneath you as your legs squeezed at his hips. 
The same hand that had been touching you so gently, suddenly pulled your leg from his waist, lifting it and pressing it to the side, the gesture serving as a reminder of how deceptive that gentleness was. Unfortunately for you, the forceful way he did it pushed buttons you didn’t know you had until very, very recently. You let your other leg drop from his body to fall to the side, and that motion, along with the roll of his hips, the hard press of his cock in a slow grind against your cunt through the desired-slickened satin gusset of your panties, was enough for his towel to come untied. You felt the way the fabric fell loose and gasped his name and were not proud of the needy little whine that escaped you or the way you clawed at his shoulders, pupils blown as you met his knowing gaze. 
Seungcheol cursed and dropped his forehead to yours, squeezing your thigh, drawing his pelvis back before slowly grinding against you once more. “Love the way you react to me when you’re not wrapped up in pretending you hate me.” 
Your hips bucked up into him and you whimpered. The friction, itself, was delicious. It was. He knew exactly how to move to rub against your clit on every pass and it made you near dizzy, each thrust sending need sparking through you. And you had seen his dick before, sure, had felt it press into you earlier when he he had you against the wall, but this was no cam show and all it would take to have him fully bare in your arms was for you to reach down and push the loose terrycloth from him or for him to lift his hips for even a moment. 
Impatient for just that, you released your hold on his shoulder long enough to reach down and shove the towel away. Or attempt to, anyway. With him still pressed flush to you, rocking his hips like he was, the stupid fabric refused to budge. “Off,” you panted. “Wanna feel you, Cheol. Take it off.”
He moaned, lips brushing across yours and biting at your lower lip, sucking it, licking at it before he released it to nip and kiss along your jawline to your ear. Seungcheol’s voice was so low and rough when he spoke that you felt it like a caress. Like flames licking at your core. “I know you do, princess. Wanna touch what you couldn’t before, wanna feel me inside you like you imagined when you could only use your fingers and imagine it was my cock, yeah?”
“Oh fuck.” Your hand at his shoulder shifted to his neck, fingers tracing over the tattoo there, then following the lines of the feathers to his collarbone, your breath hitching as you pressed your palm to his chest and slid it down his torso. Slowly, taking in the feel of him beneath your fingertips, the flex and the firm and the give of skin and muscle and just…him. You never actually thought you would be able to touch, but now that you could and you were, you wanted it all. “You know I do,” you admitted.
Lowering himself to a forearm, Seungcheol slipped his fingers into your hair and took it into his fist, gripping and tilting your head further back. He caught your earlobe between his teeth and hummed, his other hand shoving your skirt up and over your hips, from where it had slid back down. His thumb traced over the waistband of your panties before slipping just beneath the hem at the side, following the line of lace until his own hips blocked further movement. 
“Ask me nicely.” You felt him smile and heard the challenge in his tone, remembered him giving you that same instruction online, offline – for a brief moment, you wondered if he already knew that day at the beach, but another roll of his hips tore your attention from the thought and back to the here and now. 
“God, you’re such –” you began, the rest of that sentence swallowed in a whine when you felt him sucking at the skin beneath your ear, the sharp sting of his teeth against that same skin, and you knew that was yet another mark you’d be wearing for days. Later, you told yourself. Later, you could complain and also give yourself a stern talking to for enjoying the thought of wearing his marks as much as you did. “Please, Seungcheol. Cheol. Please.”
“Good girl,” he groaned, tearing the towel off and throwing it behind him before lowering himself back down and hissing your name when you immediately wrapped your fingers around his dick and slowly stroked up his length. “You can have anything you want, princess, but m’gonna touch you, too.”
And he did. You heard your panties tear before you felt him pulling them from you, and it really, really should not have been hot but it really, really was. 
As was the way he all-but growled when he looked at you then, thighs splayed wide pussy swollen and so fucking wet that you could feel the arousal slipping from you, dripping from you to the bed covers under you. The sharp rise and fall of your chest as you sucked in breaths, your eyes burning, yearning as they watched your hand move over his cock, fingers capturing precome at his tip, biting at your bottom lip and sucking it into your mouth. 
The soft exhalation of his name as your gaze lifted and he caught it with his. 
Seungcheol’s hand slid up your thigh, the heat in his eyes molten as they focused on holding yours, daring you to look away when his fingers reached your cunt and slipped through your folds, parting those lips and watching the way your brows drew together and your mouth dropped open when his fingertips found your clit. Slowly circled the sensitive bud. Traced a path down to your entrance and circling around it, too, teasing. 
You bit back a whine, squeezed your eyes shut, and tried to turn your attention to the way he felt in your grip, the weight and the thickness and the way he would grunt and thrust into your pumping hand. The way he would feel when he was fucking it into your cunt instead of your hand. Okay, no, that wasn’t helping. The whine pushed its way from between your lips and you shifted beneath him, forcing your eyes open and to meet his again. “S-Stop teasing me. God, just – you said I could have anything I wanted,” you protested.
“I did,” he acknowledged from between gritted teeth and you saw the heavy movement of his shoulders as he drew in a deep breath, “and I meant it. Anything.” One last slide through your slippery slit, a gentle pinch at your clit, then two of his fingers were pushing into your pussy, curling and pressing against a spot inside you that made your eyes roll back and ripped a moan from you. “This is what you wanted, right? Or is it this?” he asked, thumb starting to circle your clit while he stilled the fingers inside you. 
If you weren’t more turned on than you could ever remember being in your life, you would fucking hit him. Or at least, consider it very strongly. As it was, you glared up at him – which would probably be more effective if your eyes weren’t glazed with need and the glare wasn’t overshadowed by the plea your body was willing to convey even if your mouth wasn’t. 
“Both!” you whimpered, finally. 
Then shook your head. “No, wait, I want –” 
There was that obnoxiously and yet somehow also annoyingly attractive smirk again, as Seungcheol started fucking into you with his fingers while rubbing your clit with his thumb. He hummed and dropped his head to mouth at the swell of your breasts. Sucked the skin into his mouth and worked his teeth against it until he left a mark. “Mm, what’s that?”
Your fingers tightened their hold on his cock before you loosened your grip and slowed the pumps of your hand along his length. Teased at the underside of his tip, earning you a breathy curse, followed by your name. The latter, spoken sternly and halfway to fucked out as you were, you heard the warning there. 
“If you want me to fuck you, princess, you’re gonna have to use your words.” 
God damn him, he was determined to hear you say it. 
That was fine. It was. You’d said it on that stream, hadn’t you? This was no different! Except it was completely different, but again. It was fine. 
“I want you to fuck me, Cheol. Until you’re the only thing I know, right? That’s what you – what you promised,” you reminded him. Issuing your own challenge. 
You barely finished speaking when both of your wrists were pinned to the bed above your head, held tightly in one of his hands. His other hand was splayed against your neck, thumb on one side and fingers pressed into the other. He wasn’t choking you, but the weight of his palm and the way his fingers rested there – it was enough. If you weren’t already lying down, your knees would’ve gone weak. A wave of acute want rolled over you and you whispered up at him. “Please.”
His breath hitched and there was more than lust in his gaze right then, but what it was, you couldn’t decipher. “Yeah, princess. I promised and I’ve got you.” 
Seungcheol left you long enough to get a condom from the nightstand next to the bed, then he was kneeling between your legs again, his dark gaze sliding over you and not missing anything – not one breath you took or clench of your hands (still pressed to the bed above your head, where he’d left them) or restless shift of your body. “Why don’t you take that bra and skirt off for me, beautiful? They can’t be comfortable.” 
He rolled the condom on while you quickly worked both articles of clothing off and tossed them off the side of the bed. “So good for me when you wanna be,” he cooed and you’d given up being bothered by the way you enjoyed receiving praise from him. Hands falling to your knees, where they’d come together after you rid yourself of your skirt, he instructed, “Open up for me.” 
Your legs fell open and Seungcheol settled himself over you, weight braced on one arm while his free hand guided his cock through your folds, hissing at the easy slide before pressing into your entrance and you both moaned at the way your cunt stretched around him. 
“Fuck, you feel –” he rasped as he bottomed out and your arms encircled his shoulders, pulling his chest into yours while your head pushed back into the bed beneath you, neck arched. Drawing his hips back, he slowly thrust forward, as though not rushing you. Not rushing this. 
You whimpered and wrapped your legs around his waist, gaze locking with his and not even trying to hide how much you wanted. Needed. “Cheol, Jesus, don’t – I can take it. Please. Don’t- Don’t hold back. Want it.” 
“Yeah?” Another pull back and this time he snapped his hips forward, sharp and fast, and you felt the force of that in every inch of your body. “You want me to take you rough, princess? Fuck you like I mean it?” 
“Oh God,” you said on a gasp. His voice. His words. Him. Jesus, you had never wanted anything this much. Nodding and digging your fingernails into his shoulder blades, you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Right over that fucking tattoo. Nipping. Sucking at the skin there. “Want it. Need you to fuck me like I’m yours.” 
Seungcheol shuddered – you felt it – and his voice was a growl, low and thick and hitting every nerve ending you had, until it reached the ache that was steadily building in your core. “Anything you wanted, princess. Said I’d give it to you and I fucking will, so be a good girl for me and take it.”
His hand fisted in your hair and then he was giving it to you exactly like that: sharp, deep, fast thrusts into you that had him bracing a hand against the headboard to stop you from hitting it, pumping his cock into you hard enough that you would be feeling it for days and it only made you want it more. Bodies slicked with sweat, your breasts slid against his chest and your hands struggled to keep their grip on him, so you settled for running them all over him, touching every part of you that you’d watched and coveted, dragging your nails up his back and surely leaving red tracks in his skin.
Because you wanted him to fuck you like you were his, yes, and you wanted him to fuck you like he was yours. You wanted to fuck him like he was yours. You could unpack that later, but in the moment, it was the whole truth and nothing but the truth. 
You whimpered and gasped and whined for “More,” and “Please,” and “Cheol, I need – God, please, don’t stop,” and he listened. 
Cursed and moaned your name, and “I’ve got you, princess.” Sat up on his heels, hooked your knees in the crook of his elbows to change the angle – shifting, tilting, testing until his dick hit the inside of your pussy in a way that made you jerk beneath him and only able to repeat his name again and again.
“That’s the spot, isn’t it? Fuck, look at you. Taking my cock so well, sweetheart,” he said with a hiss, jaw clenched tight and, if you weren’t already desperately attracted to him and actively being fucked by him in that exact moment, you would be and would desperately want to be, because Seungcheol getting himself off was one thing – one absurdly sexy, mind-breaking, stupidity-causing sexy thing – but Seungcheol burying himself in you, his breath hitching and looking at you like he wanted to fucking consume you was…there weren’t words for it. 
“Close,” you whined. “Close, Cheol, Ch-Cheol.”
“Yeah, you are. Gonna come on my cock and let me feel it this time instead of having to – fuck,” he cursed when you clenched around him, a heartbeat away from climax. “Instead of having to just listen? Do it, princess. You know you’re mine, so show me. Come for me.”
Swallowing back the words that threatened to spill from your lips – that you did know and you were – you instead whimpered and mewled, his name, and “yes,” and “oh God,” as you fell apart. Clinging to him and shuddering in his arms, pussy spasming around him, gasping for breath as you begged him to “Come, too. Wanna feel you, want you to feel it.”
Arms wrapping around you, you felt him lose his rhythm and chase his own orgasm, as he lost himself in your body. Knew he reached that bliss point when he was thrusting hard into you one last time, then panting into your neck, pressing kisses there.
Seungcheol rolled onto his back, taking you with him until you were lying on his chest as the two of you struggled to catch your breaths. 
As you struggled to get your brain back online. 
The silence – broken only by the sounds of said breaths – felt…nice. Comfortable for once. 
Eventually, you felt him move beneath you, carefully pulling out of you, and you were not going to think about the pang of disappointment you felt once he was no longer inside you. He gently ran a hand up your back and through your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple and murmuring. “Let me get rid of the condom, princess. I’ll clean up then come help clean you up, hm?”
The tender gesture and his softly spoken words made something in your chest clench. That post-orgasm clarity was starting to hit and kickstart an internal freak-out, but you took a deep breath and forced yourself to keep it as an internal thing rather than freak the fuck out in front of Seungcheol. “Yeah, no, that’s – it makes sense.”
He smiled at you – a smile you had never actually seen in-person – and there your chest went again. “Okay, I’ll be right back.”
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck times infinity. 
You were developing actual feelings for Seungcheol. You had developed them, if the warmth and the goddamn softness that consumed you when he smiled at you once more before heading into the bathroom was anything to go by. 
You needed to – 
You needed to think. Needed to process this. 
“Uh, Cheol, I actually think – I just remembered I have a thing tonight,” you called out, climbing from the bed and searching around for your clothes. 
You’d only managed to find your bra before Seungcheol walked out of the bathroom, a wet washcloth in his hand. His jaw was tight as he took in the sight of you, scrambling to find your clothes and get dressed. He paused long enough to grab the towel he’d been wearing from the floor and wrap it around his hips, then he was in front of you. 
“Stop.”
“No, I really have to go. I’m already late, you know?” 
He sighed and, hands on your shoulders, turned you and guided you to sit on the edge of the bed. “Sit,” he instructed again. 
“Seungcheol, I –”
“If you’re gonna run away, we’re gonna clean you up first, princess.”
“I’m not running away,” you said like a liar. Doing your absolute best not to meet his eyes or pay attention to the fact that you knew you were a terrible liar, as the heat in your cheeks could attest.
“Really?” His tone said he didn’t believe you in the slightest.
“Yep! I mean, no. I mean, I’m not.”
“...Right. You’re going to go…wherever it is that you have to be right this second smelling like sex?”
“I – okay, so I’m going to be really late but I’ll just – I’ll stop by my place and take a shower.”
Seungcheol arched an eyebrow at you as you stood back up and walked around him – finding and discarding your torn panties. Finding your skirt, you quickly pulled it back on and then your bra. Excruciatingly aware of the man standing, arms crossed, two feet from you. The man you were under no circumstances supposed to want – to have sex with – let alone develop feelings for. 
Fuck. 
He followed you into the hallway, continuing on to the living area while you rushed to put your top back on and tuck it back into your skirt. You found him standing next to your purse, your phone in his hand when you made it out there. “What–”
You might be having trouble looking directly at him but he apparently was not suffering from the same affliction. Seungcheol, still carrying your phone, walked over to you, only stopping when he was close enough to lift your chin with a finger beneath it. He studied your face and you took a deep breath, forcing yourself to meet his gaze when it landed back on yours. 
“When you’re ready to talk about this, call me,” he said finally. 
“I don’t have your number,” you replied, swallowing around the lump that decided to develop in your throat. 
Seungcheol’s lips twitched and he held your phone up. “You do now.”
“How did you even –” you started, taking the phone from him.
“I got your passcode right on the second try. You really should think about changing that, princess.”
“I – It’s rude to break into people’s phone, Seungcheol.”
“It’s also rude to run out on them after sex, but here we are.”
Ouch. That hurt, but he wasn’t wrong. 
You winced. “I know. And I’m sorry. I just – I need to…think, okay? This was not how I saw my day going.”
“I know,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead then stepping back and nodding at the phone. “That’s why I put my number in there. Go. Think. Call me when you’re ready to talk.”
Oh you were so screwed. 
So, so screwed. 
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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.
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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.
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Reckless Heiress
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Pairing: CEO!95 line x Heiress fem!reader / (Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Joshua)
Feat: SEVENTEEN members, Huh Yunjin & Kim Chaewon (LE SSERAFIM)
Genre: crack; angst; fluff; smut MDNI
Fic Warnings: profanity, alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content, polyamory, self doubt, self sabotage, crying, domestic dominance, pet names; 'darling', 'sweetheart', 'princess', 'baby'
Word Count: 15K (6.1K smut)
Synopsis: An interesting new business venture for your family company has you using your not so positive image to your advantage to secure the contract and make big waves. In the industry as well as in the lives and hearts of three very successful and gorgeous men.
A/N: I put my uterus into this so i do hope you enjoy it and fall in lust with it like I did. This baby took a hefty 4 months to complete (ikik) but it is finally here and i couldn't wait any longer to share. This idea was birthed from my Cheol rot and I am ready to introduce it to the Carat society. But, because I am an indecisive whore, I made it the 95 line. Thank you to everyone who interacted with the teaser, y'all kept me motivated. I love you all!
As always feedback is very much welcome. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated.💛🤎🐝 Smut tags under the cut!
Smut warnings: sexual limits, heavy kissing/making out, marking, breast/nipple play, dry humping, clitoral stimulation, degradation, descriptive oral (f!recieving), vaginal fingering, sight deprivation, bulge rubbing, orgasm control, praise, slight begging, cum eating, anal play, oral (m!recieving), restraining (handcuffs), masturbation, slight voyeurisms, double penetration?, squirting, switching positions, multiple orgasms, creampies, insinuated aftercare, cunnulingus, pacification
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“Dispatch leaks photos of the Reckless Heiress leaving club Aces at 3am with public figure Soonyoung.” - HYBE News
“Caught with actor, Wen Junhui at the premier of his latest movie, the Reckless Heiress.” - ATTACA Magazine
“The Reckless Heiress seen drinking with top music producer, Woozi at a listening party” - GEFFEN Daily
In all twenty-something years of your life, that was what you were known as. Even though you were a business and marketing degree holder who graduated top 3 of the year and held the position of the Business Development Manager of Rose Quartz Industries.
Now of course you didn’t actually have to join the family business like some cliché coming of age story, but you wanted to prove to your family that you could do it and do it well. Even during your school years and especially your college years, you were carefree and expressive. Caring very little for what people thought about you, never mind your sisters.
“When are you just going to grow up?” Your older sister, Jeanette chides under her breath at dinner one evening.
“So I can be tired like you?” You answer nonchalantly, sipping on your wine. Referring to her never having time or energy for herself anymore especially after the baby. She scoffs.
“You know you’re giving mom and dad a bad name?” Your younger sister, Kaitlyn adds.
“You mean the name that’s not mine?” You respond pointedly.
See, you were the only one who still had your mother’s maiden name didn’t have your fathers (step-father last-name. He married your mother when you were in preschool. Your mom giving birth to Kaitlyn when you were five and giving her, her father’s last-name. You had made it a point to never change your last-name, it was something you and Jeanette shared until she graduated and got married to her college boyfriend Robert Michaels.
Kaitlyn kept quiet at that, not knowing how or even what to respond. Your mother sighed as she took in how hurt her husband was at the reminder that you didn’t want his name.
“Why don’t we change the subject?” She suggests and everyone mumbles their agreeance. “Your father and I have important business to discuss.”
Said man clears his throat as he dabs his mouth with a napkin. “There’s a new partnership we’re looking to close.”
“With?” Kaitlyn prompts.
“Carat Corp.”
You perk up, knowing exactly who they were.
“What do they do?” Jeanette asks.
“They are a major investment group. They fund promising businesses and nurture them, earning themselves an abundance of pay-out. They are big on giving back to the community however they don’t do business with just anybody with a proposal. They are cutthroat when it comes to it and nobody has been able to partner up with them, ever.”
While your sisters dive deep into questions and details as to why he wanted to partner up with them, you were already planning your next move.
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As of right now, you were at the opening of Club Pledis’ L.A branch. Standing by the railing of the indoor balcony that overlooked the rest of the club with a drink in hand, virgin of course, you needed to keep a clear head tonight. You had caught wind that the heads of Carat Corp would also be attending, so you had your very good friend Soonyoung, or better known as Hoshi, get you an invite and boy did he deliver. Set up with a VIP bracelet, to which you had thanked him with a peck to his hamster cheek and promised to return the favour.
“Champaign miss? It’s complementary.” One of the waiters offered with a polite smile. You took the glass and thanked him. Taking a sip of the slightly bitter drink, it was good, but not your taste.
“Not your taste?” A smooth deep voice reverberates next to you. Coming to face a man that was all too handsome to be real. Dressed in a very expensive button up and slacks, brown hair slicked back in a side part, with a few dangerous strands framing his forehead. A smile that could make anyone swoon and drop to the floor. Eyes that sparkled in the dimly lit VIP section with something like a mischievous glint.
“The Champaign? No. You? Maybe.” You speak with a confidence, knowing exactly who he was but he was none-the-wiser.
It surprises him, refreshingly so, if he were being honest. He chuckles and you swear he gets even hotter when he says, “Maybe... I think I can turn that into a ‘definitely’. You smirk at this and he decides it’s time he introduces himself politely, “I’m Hong Jisoo, but you-” he pauses to take your free hand in his and presses his soft lips to your knuckles all while holding your gaze, “can call me Joshua.”
This motherfucker- gentlemen and fine for days? You had to will your knees to stay stable, this was not how you get weak. You introduce yourself as well, missing the quirk of his brow as he does a subtle onceover of your figure when you turn to put your glass down on the table next to you.
“So, what brings you to L.A?” He inquires.
“What makes you think I’m not from here?” You quirk you brow.
He smiles, “Darling, you may have that cute bracelet on your wrist,” He explains slowly, leaning down to whisper against your ear, “but I know all the VIP’s.”
Although you were caught, (not that you were doing something wrong) you couldn’t seem to care because the scent of his cologne was clouding your senses. Whatever he was wearing, you wanted to pull him in closer and take it all in.
Clearing your throat when he backs up, you compose yourself quickly and answer the question, “I’m here on business.”
“Oh? And just what kind of business does ‘The Reckless Heiress’ have?” He asks almost mockingly, but he just wanted to rile you up, see if the rumours were true. However, you held your own.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, Jisoo? The youngest of the CEO trio. Tell me, do they even let you speak at the meetings?” You tilt your chin up and cock your head slightly.
Tongue in cheek, your acquaintance nods in defeat, raising his hands in surrender. “Touché.” Taking a closer and inevitably crowding your space, he tilts your chin up to look at him. “Can I be of any help, perhaps I know who it is that you need to talk to?”
Oh, this wasn’t good. Or maybe it was.
“Actually,-” You begin, loosely wrapping your arms around his shoulders, “-I’d like to make a proposal, to you and your partners.” Joshua has a miniscule look of surprise run across his features that you barely notice it, gauging his reaction as his hands find your waist.
With a thoughtful pout, Joshua pulls away from you and puts his hands in his pockets, “Go sit at the bar, order three shots of tequila and wait for me.”
“Are you going to h-”
“Be a good girl for once and wait. Okay, darling?” Why the hell did the sternness in his voice make you hot?
“Okay.”
With a tight lipped smile, he left and you did as you were told.
The VIP section at the club was quieter, muffled sounds of the rest of the movement and music the only thing heard from outside. Sat on one of the barstools with a line of three shots awaiting prettily in front you. The burn of the strong liquor warmed your entire body. Well, the liquor only slightly contributed to the buzzing heat all around you. The company you held were more of the reason for how intensely your body, specifically between your legs, was heating up as of right now.
“So, you want us to hear your pitch, is that right, sweetheart?” Jeonghan, stood to your right, inquires as he brushes his knuckles down the side of your face, thumb swiping lightly at the liquid that stuck to your bottom lip.
“Yes.” You plant the softest kiss on the pad of his thumb and smirk when he hisses. “I do.”
“Why should we, darling?” Joshua, stood to your left, asks curiously. He reaches for your next shot and hands it to you. You throw it back, handing the empty glass back to the man who gives you a proud smile as he bops under your chin.
“Because I have an offer you can’t refuse.” The confidence in your tone intrigues the men around you, making it even harder to not want to hear you out. “Look, I can make us all so much more money and fast. It’ll also make us all look good in the public eye.”
“Isn’t it you, who would benefit from that, being the renowned Reckless Heiress.” Jeonghan asks with an amused tone.
“Yeah, why would we want to get into business with you?” Joshua teases along with his business partner and lifelong friend.
An exasperated sigh leaves you and the men chuckle at your expense. A hand reaches over your shoulder for the last shot, you watched carefully as it retracted and then you were being spun around in your seat. You wanted to retort but were immediately silenced when you come face to face with the Head CEO of CARAT Corp.
“Don’t be so mean, she might end up in tears. Won’t you, princess?” Seungcheol raises your final shot to you and you gingerly take it from him, holding eye contact as you swallow. He nods approvingly when you hand the empty glass back to him and he passes it over to Jeonghan. “Now, why don’t we make this interesting?”
“I’m all ears.” You respond meekly, breath getting heavier with the way his large hands run up and down your arms as if to soothe you.
 “We’ll all sign.” He states boldly, Joshua is about to interject when he receives a stern look from the eldest. “If you can tell us in detail, how exactly we benefit from the partnership.”
Looking up at him with furrowed brows, your gut tells you it’s not that easy, “What’s the catch, Choi?”
The man in question chuckles darkly, his eyes darkening just the same. He leans closer to your face and your senses are clouded by the scent of him, then he speaks loud enough for only your little group to hear.
“You’ll be stuffed full, princess.”
The rush of nerves along with arousal hidden behind a confident smile goes unnoticed by the three men who now stare back at you from across your kitchen counter. Each of the men wear unreadable expressions that have you finally breaking the tense silence.
“There are rules. Boundaries.” You announce as you dry your hands, having had everyone wash theirs once you arrived. “And you’re all clean?”
“Of course sweetheart. We’re not Neanderthals.” Jeonghan chortles.
“Nor do we just fuck anyone with legs. We’re very busy men, darling.” Joshua adds as a matter of fact.
“What are your limits, princess?” Seungcheol prompts.
A deep breath, a stern delivery and one final breath later, you’ve listed all that are no-go areas in the bedroom. They each nod along and Seungcheol speaks, “Sounds doable. Now, where’s your bedroom? Or would you prefer we defile the place where you eat?”
An unimpressed tilt of your head elicits deep chuckles around the room. “This way.” You lead them through your penthouse and towards the bedroom. You barely have enough time to turn round and face them when you're no longer in contact with the ground but sandwiched between Joshua and Jeonghan on you large bed. The two waste no time, the former claiming your lips with his hand on your thigh pushing up your dress and the latter claiming your neck.
Joshua swallows your startled gasp as he maps out the shape of your lips with impressive fervour, snaking your hands around his neck to keep him close. You get so lost in his kiss and with Jeonghan sucking and nipping along your neck that you almost miss the third man’s voice in the haze.
“Tell me, what exactly is Rose Quartz aim, with this potential partnership?”
With effort, you pull away from Joshua’s tantalizing lips, who finds purchase on the other side of your neck and answer breathlessly, “To expand the client range. Not just, -fuck- investing in smaller businesses but buying shares in larger ones.” You slip up a little when you feel Jeonghan starts to softly grope your breasts.
Seungcheol hums in thought, taking off his watch and placing it on your desk. “Wouldn’t that contradict what we stand for?”
“No.” you answer quickly, “The money we gain from the shares, can be used to -shit- used to invest in not only businesses but individuals who don’t have even the slightest bit of support.”
“Like who?”
“Like the street vendors or the mom and pop bakeries barely staying afloat.”
“You do realize we can’t just throw money at anyone with a business plan, right?”
A sudden jolt of pleasure courses through you when Joshua ruts into you, “I-I know that. But what if we not only supported them financially but skilfully as well?”
By now you were soaking through your panties and needed the intense foreplay to stop, or else you would assume that they were bluffing. A whine of frustration tickles their ears and it’s Joshua who speaks.
“Needy little thing.” Pulling you away from Jeonghan who groans from the loss and guides you higher up your bed. He instantly reclaims your lips just as his large hand cups your clothed heat, dress bunched around your waist and Jeonghan opts to undo the buttons of his dress-shirt.
Quick jolts of pleasure rush through you when the youngest rapidly strokes your hidden bundle of nerves. He swallows all the sounds you make and you don’t realise that the eldest has asked a follow up question until Jeonghan tugs you by the back of your neck and, vengefully, pulling you away from Joshua.
“I don’t think our sweetheart can focus with all the attention.” He teases.
“Oh but she should, being under the spotlight all her life should have made her, indifferent. Right, darling?” Joshua adds, trailing open mouthed kisses along the exposed expanse of your neck.
“Can you repeat the question?” You ignore their attempts to get a rise out of you.
“Skilfully how, princess?” Seungcheol repeats with a devious smirk tugging his thick cherry lips.
It takes you a second, especially with Joshua’s thick fingers teasing you over your panties, to respond to the man who was still fully clothed, seemingly unaffected by your current predicament. He watches the way Jeonghan tosses his shirt on the floor and slaps the youngests’ hand away from your panty clad core and kneels between your spread thighs. Your breath hitches as he trails kisses and softly nips at the plump flesh of your thighs, all the way up to your ruined panties and places one teasing kiss on the wet patch.
“Provide them with mentors, get them back on track, if they even were and if not, educate them the smartest way.” You had to mentally pat yourself on the back for getting through that sentence even as your panties are being slid off your body, a string of arousal linking them to your core. “Majority of the reasons that businesses fail, is from poor management or lack thereof.” Your hands grip your sheets in anticipation.
“True.” The head CEO nods, quirking a brow as he finally undoes his tie albeit slowly. “We have a team that qualify to be mentors and instructors.” He sees the way your eyes shine with hope at that, “Assuming they have the time to.” He was toying with your hope, while his partner toyed with your hole.
“Such a tight cunt for someone who is so very busy.” Jeonghan comments as he dips the pad of his middle finger past your entrance and then he chuckles amusedly, “She’s gripping so hard at the slightest bit of my finger.”
“Are you deprived, little darling?” You scowl at Joshua, who had undone his own shirt and was now slipping it off of his shoulders, chiselled torso on display as he flexes his pecs. “That’s so adorable.” He winks at you before disappearing from your line of sight.
“M’not –oh fuck” you gasp, face contorting in pleasure when Jeonghan pushes his entire digit into you and curls upwards before beginning to slowly thrust, cutting off whatever was on your tongue with the feeling of his lapping around your folds and where his digit was inside you.
“Sensitive are we, princess?” You bite your lip as you look back up at Seungcheol who had taken Joshua’s spot next to you and dangled his undone tie over your face. “I’m considering whether to blindfold, gag or restrain you.” Each option being their preferred methods.
“I can’t pitch –mmh- if I can’t talk, Seungcheol.” You moan out midway when Jeonghan slips in a second digit.
Seungcheol clicks his tongue in mock disappointment, “That’s a shame.” He notes that you haven’t once reached out to touch Jeonghan and he decides that you don’t have a problem with that, but with wanting to see and be aware of everything going on. Wordlessly, he cradles the back of your head and places the tie over your eyes, securing it. Leaning down to your ear in a whisper, he checks in. “Too tight?”
You easily shake your head “No.”. Stomach fluttering at the gesture.
“Perfect.” He collides his lips with yours, seemingly having had enough business talk for now. It took you a moment to really kiss him back, having not been ready for it but you do. He sighs, a memory flickering through his mind as he licks into your mouth, you end up whimpering into it with Jeonghan’s fingers fucking into you so nicely.
Still not moving your hands, he trailed his larger palms over your arms to your hands, guiding them up to his shirt and squeezing. Taking this as a que to unbutton his shirt, you do just that. However there’s a sudden feeling of your thighs being parted even wider. The addition of warm wet pressure on your neglected bundle, flicking movements making your back arch and hips chase the feeling when it pulls away.
A round of low chuckles sound through your bedroom and you nip at Seungcheol’s lip in retaliation.
“Aht aht aht, princess. Focus on me.” Your whine is muffled by the eldest as he reclaims your lips.
“She seems to be easily distracted.” “How is she going to work on this partnership?” Joshua notes as Jeonghan questions and you can feel both their breaths against your sopping core.
Jeonghan continues to fuck his digits into you, twisting and curling them before slowing and you internally panic. Fearing loss of stimulation but he simply adds a third digit to the mix, picking up his pace once more. All while the dizzying sensation of, what you can assume is Joshua’s, tongue laps at your awaiting clit.
The kiss you’re in makes you almost forget about the reason you’re wrapped up like this, almost. With quite a bit of a struggle, you manage to part from Seungcheol’s tantalizing lips, “Don’t you…want...to hear the best part?” You couldn’t fight the underlay of moans caused by the onslaught of pleasure being given to you on your heat.
Seungcheol hums, not really an answer as he shifts his attention to straightening and ridding himself of his shirt and successfully distracting you with making your hands smooth over his flexing muscles. “What did I say before we left the club?” He cocks one of his thick brows questioningly and you could hear the taunting smirk.
You pant, tongue pressed against your top lip in thought. Mind foggy with the feeling of your first release approaching and the feeling of hot, taught flesh beneath your fingertips, all make it difficult to remember. It’s when Jeonghan attacks that patch of nerves inside of you that you choke put your answer.
“I’d be stuffed…” your hands slide lower, one curling beneath the waistband of his slacks as the other trails even lower to feel the bulge and fuck, “… full.”
Seungcheol groans as he places his larger hand atop the one that was on his bulge, urging you to apply pressure. You tighten around Jeonghan’s digits making the man chuckle. You feel him whisper something to the man next to him and just then a vacuum pair of lips suck on your clit, making your heart speed up even more at the pressure.
You so desperately want to run away and get closer all at the same time. Thighs shaking violently at the drops of euphoria just barely in your reach, not needing much more for the waves to crash completely and yet, you want to be good for them.
“I think someone is waiting for our permission to cum, Cheol. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
“Yeah seems like she wants to be a good girl now. Not what the tabloids say huh, darling?” Joshua barely separates from your clit to follow Jeonghan’s taunt.
You nod blindly, wishing you could just rip the stupid tie off and use your pretty, teary eyes to convince them to let you do just what your body so badly craves. Instead, you tilt up to where you think Seungcheol’s stupidly pretty face is and you pout, whispering out, “Please, Cheollie. Please –mmh- can I cum for you guys?”
The man in question feels his heart do a thing at the familiar nickname. But he recovers quickly, as he chuckles deeply, sexily, as he cups your face with his free hand, thumb tracing softly along your bottom lip. Obediently, you part your lips and take it into your mouth and suckling softly. “I think she’s been good enough so far…” He pushes his thumb further, “…besides, I want to hear the ‘best part’.” He pulls his thumb out with a soft pop and gives you a chaste kiss, permitting against them, “Cum for us.”
It wasn’t clear, for several reasons, who held you down when your orgasm caused your body to spasm. It was as if you had never cum before, it was all too much and yet not enough. The two men on your cunt didn’t let up even the slightest bit, helping you ride out the incredible high. Tears soaked through the tie and trickled down your cheeks.
“She tastes so good.” You hear but it’s not clear who says it because of the white noise.
“Ple-” You try to speak after having not used your throat.
“Shh, it’s okay.” A voice whispered in your ear, lips kissing your head right after.
You felt a tug and then the makeshift blindfold slipped off. Blinking a few times to adjust to the soft lighting again and trying to get rid of the tears.
“You did well for the first one, sweetheart.” Jeonghan had been the one to bring your sight back, wanting to admire the way you looked up at him through your soaked lashes, it made him twitch in his slacks. “Can you move for us?” he asked sweetly, making you nod and shakily sit back up, letting them rid you of all your clothing as they guide you how they wanted you.
With your head closer to the edge of the bed and your ass up, your dripping cunt on full display as you barely held yourself up on your elbows. Jeonghan stands by the edge, where your head is, only in his briefs with a suffocating bulge. The other two settle behind you on the bed.
“You can stop us at any time, darling.” Joshua reassures from your right.
“But that means forfeiting the proposal.” Jeonghan leans down to be at eyelevel with you with a shit eating grin.
“I’m good.” You gasp feeling slick fingers at your puckered hole, having not been touched there in a very long time.
“Is this okay, princess?” you nod your head shakily, “Words.”
“Yes, Cheollie.” The man smirks at the pet name slipping so comfortably from your lips.
“Alright then.” He pops the lube bottle open and you now realize where Joshua had disappeared to. He was looking for toys, it was clear when you heard the clink of your handcuffs.
“Since Jeonghan is going to gag you with his cock, and Cheol had his fun blindfolding you, I, am going to restrain you. Okay, darling?”
“Yes, Joshie.” Joshua makes an approving sound when you cross your wrists behind your back for him to cuff. He tugs at the restraint twice, silently asking if they’re too tight and you shake your head, adding a firm “They’re fine.”
Right after you speak, you feel a slicked finger prod at your puckered hole, making you clench and whimper at the feeling of warmed up lube.
“Gotta prep you nicely or else we won’t fit, princess.” Seungcheol’s digit pushes past your rim and you gasp at the feeling, falling forward. “Already?” he chuckles. Thrusting the digit shallowly and twisting around to get you used to it.
While he does that, Joshua places a few pillows beneath your chest to keep you propped up for Jeonghan and then gets rid of his pants and underwear at once, resting himself against the headboard and lazily stroking himself as he watches his older partners make a mess of you.
In front of you, Jeonghan rubs his bulge over his briefs and lets out a breathy grunt when you look up at him with pleading eyes, “Wanna taste you, Hannie. Please.”
“Sweetheart wants to return the favour?” he smiles when you nod dumbly. “How could I say no?”
With that he rids himself of the last piece of clothing and when his cock is free, your jaw slacks from how pretty it is. Long, not much girth but that curve and that pink tip. He chuckles darkly at how you drool over his cock as he guides it to your awaiting mouth.
The first taste of precum hits your tongue and you moan, wrapping your lips around him as you swirl your tongue over his slit. You still when you feel more of Seungcheol’s finger inside you, twisting round to loosen you up. You push your hips back in an attempt to get him to do more, because although it was foreign, it felt good.
You practically keen when he adds another lubed finger to the mix, humming around Jeonghan’s cock, making him hiss. “Are you gonna move or just drool all over me, sweetheart?”
“She can’t even suck a dick properly. I wonder if she doesn’t want this partnership as bad as she made it out to be.” The youngest taunts.
You pop off of Jeonghan’s cock at Joshua’s words and glare at him. “I can too, suck a dick properly.”
“Then do it.” Seungcheol’s gruff voice orders and you all pipe down. “Fuck - your tight little ass is going to feel so good around me.” He murmurs lowly.
Jeonghan guides his moist cock back into your mouth and this time you bob your head as best you can in this position. “Just like – fuck – like that.” Jeonghan whines when you take him deeper and swallow round him. The constriction of your throat adding to the pleasure of your warm mouth.
The entire thing makes your pussy clench around nothing, fresh arousal dripping down your thighs, making Seungcheol groan. “You just keep getting wetter and wetter. So adorable.”
Breathing through your nose you attempt to take all of Jeonghan in, but you gag and he quickly pulls out. “It’s alright if you can’t.” He coos tenderly, wiping at your wet chin as he looks into your teary eyes.
“I can.” You nod for him to go again and he does. This time you take deeper breaths, relaxing your throat and finally feel his pelvis against your nose, moving back up and gaining momentum as you suck him like an ice pop.
“Holy shit – look at that, sweetheart.” Jeonghan breaths, throwing his head back and revelling in how good you’re making him feel. You really were returning the favour. “Such a good fucking girl.”
The feeling of a third finger being eased past your rim makes you moan loudly around Jeonghan’s cock, sending him straight into his orgasm as he shoots warm ropes of cum down your throat. Almost choking you with how much he cums, he pulls out to give you breathing room, instead you start a coughing fit as your lungs scream for air.
Seungcheol doesn’t stop, only slowing down his fingers as you take big gulps of air, swallowing down whatever remnants of cum you had in your mouth. “Damn, you’re still cumming?” He asks his partner, who stood breathless, fisting himself through his orgasm as more cum spilled out of him.
It’s Joshua who shifts to check on your state, cupping your face and wiping away the mixture of spit and cum. “You okay, darling? Wanna stop?” He asks softly, clearly for you to hear him. He gets a moan of protest in return and he lifts a brow at you. “You sure?”
“Yes” You rasp, throat raw. “Need you to fuck me, Joshie.” Your plea sends blood straight to his aching cock, having been teasing himself while watching you. “Need to be full. Right, Cheollie?” you crane your neck to peek at him.
The man in question looks at you darkly, a hint of something else as he watches Joshua swoop in to kiss you and lick into your mouth once again. “That’s right.” With that, he pulls his fingers away and licks his lips at the way your hole gapes from the emptiness. “Josh, on your back.” He orders and the youngest follows, leaving your lips with a wet pop.
“Sit on him, princess. Can you do that for me?” Seungcheol asks softly as he helps you shift up onto your knees. You nod and shuffle over to Joshua, he helps you straddle him, running his tip through your slick folds before slowly guiding you down onto his thick cock. A harmony of moans sound from the two of you; him glad to have you wrapped around him and you happy to be filled.
“Jeonghan, you good?” Seungcheol asks the man who just flops onto the bed on his back. Still breathing heavily, he waves his partner off, closing his eyes for a beat before turning on his side to watch the way you and Joshua struggle to not move, having not been told to do so.
Seungcheol, now as bare as the rest of you, kneels behind you between Joshua’s spread thighs. He squirts more lube onto his hand and strokes his cock, groaning at the feeling. With his free hand, he gently nudges you forward onto Joshua’s chest, so that he could have a clear view of your ass and where Joshua’s cock was sheathed inside you, as the latter rubs soothing circles into your waist.
“This is what’s going to happen,” Seungcheol begins, teasing his tip at your rim. “Once I’m inside you, you’re going to tell us the ‘best part’, before any of us start moving.”
“But I-”
“Oh come on, sweetheart.” Jeonghan cuts you off, “You’ve been so good for us this entire time. Don’t act up now, hm?”
“Okay.” You submit meekly. Cuffs still secure around your wrist and your position made it difficult to adjust yourself, feeling Joshua’s cock shift within your walls makes you whimper. “Please, just…just put it in already, Cheollie.”
Seungcheol abides, having had enough teasing himself and finally pushes into your ass. The tip is the hardest part, swollen from being so worked up but as soon as it settles past your rim, you both heave out breaths you hadn’t even realised you were holding.
“Keep going.” You huff.
“You’re going to tear something if we’re not careful-”
“I can take it!” You shut your eyes tightly, focusing on your breathing as Seungcheol slides in slowly. Burying himself into you as you burry your face into Joshua’s chest. The latter breathing heavily with the way your slick walls gripped him tightly with each inch of his partner pushing into your ass.
Before you knew it, you were, in every sense of the word, full.
“We’re all ears, princess.”
Taking a couple, much needed, deep breaths, something takes over you as you go into detail about the ‘best part’. Joshua stares down at you while you speak, Jeonghan looks on with his head propped up on his palm and Seungcheol stares at the arch in your back. The combined devotion sends waves throughout your body and to your core.
“Yearly income revenue would double what it usually is, for both of us. Neither of you would even have to lift a finger other than to sign the contract, because Rose Quartz will take care of all the heavy lifting.”
“How can we be so sure you won’t screw us over?” Joshua questions with firm squeeze to your waist.
“You can’t, but…” you pant. “That’s why it’s a partnership. Whatever happens to you, will happen to us.” Gasping, you finish the proposal.
Your entire body shakes in heat and tightens all over, eyes rolling back and mouth hanging agape as a dragged out whine filters through. All three men stare at you in awe, having never witnessed such a sight before, individually or collectively.
The room is silent, eerily so. Save for the subtle breaths and the loud pulsing of blood in your ears. From the feeling of two big throbbing cocks stuffed deep inside you, to the intense feeling of all eyes on you, burning holes into your body, you weren’t sure what did it.
Seungcheol, who had the perfect view of the way your slick slipped out and down to Joshua’s balls is the one to timidly ask, “Princess?” You whimper in shame and rest your forehead on Joshua’s taut chest. “Did you... did you just cum?”
Silence.
A soft sigh falls past your quivering lips. Face warm from the slight embarrassment of coming undone so simply. But fuck,
“Feel so full. M’sorry. Too good.”
Jeonghan crawls over to the three of you, cupping the side of your face to coo at you. “No, no, sweetheart. That’s nothing to apologise for.”
“Really?” you sniffle.
“Of course not, darling. That was so fucking hot.”
“Yeah, you got so much tighter.”
“And wetter.”
Both the oldest and the youngest reassure you with gentle caresses and touches. Jeonghan reaches for the lock button on your cuffs and releases you, rubbing your wrists soothingly while Joshua rubs your shoulders.
“Can you please fuck me now?” you pout at them, leaning up on your weak arms once the feeling is back.
They chuckle adoringly, “I don’t see why not.” Seungcheol grunts, testing the waters by shallowly thrusting his hips. The gasped moan you let out is enough for them to know you were indeed ready and adjusted.
With firm grips on your waist, Joshua and Seungcheol work in tandem to elevate you enough so that the former could thrust up into you and the latter could pull back and forth easily. The feeling was like fluid, as they moved in a way that never left you completely empty all at once. The delicious drag of their girths against all your walls, reaching deeper than any toy or other men ever could, you couldn’t control -nor did you care to- hold back the sinful sounds that left your lips.
Jeonghan could only lay down next to Joshua, admiring the way your pretty tits bounced and your body was rocked in a rhythm of waves. As if he was put in a trance, he almost doesn’t hear the way you call out for him.
“Hannie!”
“Hm?”
“Kiss me?” And kiss you he does. Kneeling close to you and melding your lips together in a hungry kiss. You could still taste a hint of yourself on his tongue from earlier and he could taste himself on yours, both moaning and giggling at the realisation. “You taste really good, Hannie.” You whisper against his lips as if it were a secret, feeling the air being knocked out of you when a slightly jealous Seungcheol thrusts a bit harder.
“Oops. Dick must’ve slipped.” He teases and you clench in retaliation making both the men inside you groan out.
“Darling, I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.” Joshua grits out below you, and bite your lip as you blink down at him innocently all while you repeat your actions. “You little-” his own orgasm cuts him off as he groans and shudders beautifully beneath you intensely. He wasn’t joking. Hot ropes of his seed paint your walls like a Picasso when his hips still, flush against your own.
Jeonghan chuckles at the youngest, “Aww, Shua. Pussy too good?”
“You have -fuck- have no idea.”  The youngest huffs out. “Fucking hell, Cheol. Slow the fuck down for a second.” He grits out exhausted.
The oldest slows down enough for Joshua to slip out of you, your heart sinking at the emptiness. Seungcheol is quick to roll the two of you over so that he was now underneath you with your back pressed to his chest. Leaving space for Jeonghan to hover above you and grin like the Cheshire cat when he slides his hard again cock into your sopping cunt. Joshua’s cum making it an easy slide into you.
In this position, you reach your right hand back to cradle Seungcheol’s face that was buried in your neck and the left holding onto Jeonghan’s shoulder. There’s room for Joshua to nuzzle his face in your neck, large hand sprawled over your stomach. This allows you to stay grounded someway, somehow, even though you’re about to be completely wrecked.
Seungcheol plants his feet into the bed and picks up his pace from before, thrusting up into your ass. Feeling deeper with this new angle and moaning into the skin of your neck as he trails open mouthed kisses all over. Jeonghan doesn’t hesitate to begin an equally intense pace as he snaps his hips into yours, tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust.
You’re a mess of incoherent words and whines that make absolutely no sense but the men keen from it. Egos stroked to the max at the way you’ve become putty in their hands.
With the buzz from both your previous orgasms still lingering, your third doesn’t take that long to creep in. Especially with the way Joshua’s fingers sneaking between your and Jeonghan’s bodies to give your clit some much needed attention.
“Oh my fucking- Keep going Shua.” Jeonghan pants, “She just got so fucking tight.”
“Mmh, such an attention whore. Aren’t you darling?” Joshua taunts in your lowly before lowering his lips to kiss down to your breasts. Taking a nipple into his mouth sucking the little life in that was left, right out of you.
Having all three men at your disposal like this definitely inflated your ego. They for sure wanted a taste of you even way before your proposal came to exist. Why else would their game plan be fucking you stupid? You’d be lying if you said you weren’t just as interested in them as they were in you. No matter what the tabloids say, you don’t just let anyone between your legs. You could only hope that they weren’t just using you to get off and have a laugh only to end up not accepting the proposal.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head, princess?” Seungcheol probes quietly enough for only you to hear, despite how close together you all were. You only tugged on his hair in response getting him to kiss your thoughts away. The feeling of his tongue against your own must have had way more of an effect than either of you could assume, because a spray of arousal soaks the sexy sandwich you were in the middle of.
“Oh- shit –fucking hell” Jeonghan comes undone from how tightly your walls gripped him through your third orgasm. Leaving little to no room for Seungcheol to move with how stiff you both became, he opts to shallowly thrust in order to keep stimulating his cock.
“Not so easy huh, Han?” Joshua teases as lets up on your clit so you could catch your breath. Jeonghan hisses when he pulls out, a combination of arousal trickling out of you following him. Seungcheol waits patiently, kissing along your neck and caressing your waist as Jeonghan moves away from you completely.
Once again, the oldest switches positions, rolling the two of you over so that you laid on your front and he was on top of you. Cock still snug between your ass cheeks, he steadies himself on his forearm and holds your waist secure with his free hand.
“Ready for one more, baby?” Seungcheol checks in softly, though the new pet name caused a different flutter to erupt. Shrugging it off, you nod, face pressed against the pillow and breathe out a,
“Yeah.” He pulls back slowly taking in how red his tip had gotten from being edged multiple times, also taking in the way your body curved and glowed from sweat. Something was bubbling inside of him and he didn’t want to deal with it right now. Though he couldn’t seem to get his body to move until you sought out for him with a push of your ass. “Cheollie?”
“I got you.”
With that promise, he sheathes his entire length into you and picks up a deep stroke. Not wanting to overwhelm your body any more than it already was. The way you throw your ass back to match his thrusts had him groaning your name out weakly. Seeing it bounce on his cock put him in his own trance and something else took over.
His movements were harder, faster, deeper than before; if that were even possible. Your walls clenched around nothing, simultaneously pushing out all the arousal you were stuffed with. You could both feel your orgasms within a strokes reach.
“Cheollie, I-”
“I’m gonna-”
Moaning at each other’s warnings, you reach down to stroke your clit, helping you both reach your high a little faster with the effects. With you squeezing tightly around him from the stimulation, his hips stutter. Thrusting one, two, three more times before stilling and coming apart deep inside. The heat of his seed and the touch on your clit elevates you into your own high. Eyes screwed shut while you scream into the pillows as your body shakes from the pleasure.
Having no feeling or awareness of what’s around you anymore, you whine weakly as Seungcheol pulls out of you. The last thing you could take note of, was Seungcheol kissing your temple and being carried off to the bathroom.
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A soft breeze from an open window caresses your face, making you squirm and gently wakes you up from your slumber.
“Good morning, darling.” Joshua wraps his arms around you from behind, tugging you back into his chest.
“G’morning, Joshie.” You snuggle deeper into his arms before a thought jolts you upright. You wince from how sore your body was, curtesy of last night’s proceedings.
“Woah, easy there. You took a lot last night.” He sits up with you, rubbing your bare back soothingly. Making quick observation of your room, you notice the other two CEO’s nowhere in sight. “You okay?”
Nodding, “Yeah. Uhm,” You slide out of the bed in all your glory and head to the bathroom, hollering out from there, “Where are the others?” you inquire, relieving yourself and washing your face as well as brushing your teeth. Seemingly going on about your day like usual.
“Making breakfast.” Joshua leans against the doorframe and does nothing to hide himself from your appreciative stare. Even flaccid this man was big. “Respectfully, darling, I don’t think you could take another round.” You roll your eyes as he walks back out to find his underwear and makes his way out to the kitchen.
You take the moment alone to really take everything in. You just slept with the CEO’s of Carat Corp. All three of them. They made you cum, four times. They took care of you afterwards. Changed your sheets too, noting the soiled ones in the laundry hamper. What the actual fuck? You rinse your mouth and put a silk robe on before making your way out to where the smell of food attacked your nose.
“Stop it. Wait till Cheol brings the waffles over.” Jeonghan scolds Joshua who had been stealing a piece of bacon. The two seated at your table and Seungcheol plating the last waffle, grabbing the syrup along with the powdered sugar as he balances everything on his way to the table. Jeonghan catches sight of you in his peripheral view and beckons you over, “Oh, sweetheart! Come here.” He pulls out the chair closest to him and you shuffle your way over to him, leaving Joshua across from you and Seungcheol in the seat adjacent to yours.
“Gotta be honest, eating breakfast with three men in only their underwear wasn’t what I was expecting.”
“We can go get dressed, if that makes you more comfortable?” Seungcheol makes a move to get back up but you shake your head.
“Oh no, please. I am loving the view.” You wink at him and swipe a berry from the bowl, popping it into your mouth. “So, what’s the verdict?”
“Can we eat first?”
“You, ate enough last night.” You tilt your head and sass Jeonghan, who slumps back in his chair with a sigh.
The three men share quick glances in a silent conversation, seemingly about whether to tell you now or later. They start reaching for different things, coffee, butter, bacon and then Seungcheol speaks.
“We’ll tell you after breakfast, ba- princess.” You both lock gazes for a beat. Last night you thought it was just in the heat of the moment, but what about now? The other two seemed not have noticed the slip of the eldest tongue, pay no mind to the sudden silence. He clears his throat, making you look away with heated skin. “I promise no more delays afterwards. Just…” he pauses, looking at you softly, “eat? You spent a lot of energy last night.”
You nod, fixing a plate for yourself and internally trying to figure out where the big bad alpha leader went, and who this soft teddy bear was. Throughout the meal, you were recalling all the points during last night that were suspicious. From him taking his sweet time, to being careful in penetrating you, to giving you time to adjust well enough under the guise of giving you chance to complete your proposal, even the way he held off his orgasm, including this domestic breakfast and that damn word. ‘Baby, baby, baby.’ Princess was a dig at your reputation, but baby? That felt like it was laced with emotion and tied to a memory you kept hidden. But why?
“Okay, I think the suspense is thick enough.”
“Yeah, Cheol, tell the girl before she starts pouting.” Joshua says as he gets up collecting dishes, Jeonghan following suit and the two leaving you alone at the table.
“We’ve revisited the written proposal that your father sent before and discussed everything you said.” He pauses, and you give him a hopeful look that makes him sigh, your house heart dropping, “We’ve made our decision.”
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“This is so predictable of her.” Kaitlynn complains.
“To call for a meeting and be late for it.” Jeanette adds.
You had asked Yunjin, your best friend and personal assistant, to set up the surprise meeting after your trip to L.A. Having called her and your other friend Chaewon as soon as your guests left, needing to share everything from business to that little moment between you and Seungcheol.
“Girls please, give your sister a chance.” Your step father intercedes.
“Well, I can’t afford to be here all morning, I have things to do.” Jeanette retorts just as the door opens and you walk in, pants suit with your blazer hanging on your shoulders.
“T’aww, got to go home and do your laundry?” you faux pout as you stand at the end of the long table.
“Don’t, start please.” Your mother cuts off another response from your older sister, “Why are we here, honey?”
“I’m glad you asked, mother.” You grin widely, speaking over your shoulder a little louder, “You can come inside.”
Your family make expressions of confusion as to who you invited to this impromptu meeting and when you watch their faces as the door opens once more, you can’t help the burst of pride you feel.
Yunjin ushered them to their seats and you had to actively stop yourself from staring at their asses as they walked past you. Jeonghan being the one to whisper into your ear about the way you had summoned them into the room. “Didn’t get enough of our cum inside you, sweetheart?” He takes his seat and acts like he didn’t just say what he just said.
“Well!” You clap your hands together giddily, pointing them towards the side of the room where your family was “You’re probably wondering why all three CEO’s of Carat Corp are seated with us.” Your parents nod and you continue “I’d like to proudly announce, the official partnership, between Rose Quartz and Carat Corp!”
The CEO’s smile bashfully as your father gets up and makes his way over to shake their hands. “This is just wonderful. Thank you all for having faith in us. We are so happy to have you on board, or to be on board. You get me.” The men chuckle and your mother follows suit to shake their hands but your sisters are in shock.
“This doesn’t add up.” Jeanette cuts through the ecstatic atmosphere. “How did this happen?”
“Is she blackmailing you?”
“She threatened you, didn’t she?”
“Leave it to her to risk the company name just to prove a point.” Kaitlynn bounces off of Jeanette’s comments.
The air in the room had gotten awkward and you had gotten pissed off but before you could snap back, you hear Joshua say something to your parents.
“We were pleasantly surprised with her pitch, actually.”
“Yeah, her vision on how we could expand the way we use our resources really opened our minds to what we could have tapped into a long time ago.” Jeonghan adds on and Seungcheol follows,
“We’d not only be investors but advocates of a decrease in poverty and an increase in opportunity.”
Their observations quiet down the doubt that your sisters attempted to impose on your efforts. You felt a smile tug at your lips, appreciating the fact that they were indeed listening and taking in the intention and drive behind your –breathless- pitch.
“Well, we couldn’t have pitched it better than that. Than her.” Your step father looks to you with acknowledgment and thanks you with a smile and a nod. Your mother however, doesn’t hesitate to pull you into winding hug.
“I’m so proud of you.”
“Yeah, okay. You’re wrinkling my suit, mother.” You grit out, not meaning it but you didn’t want to appear soft in front of the men that went hard on you. You didn’t need them forming a new opinion on you, one different from the tabloids. Though it may have been a little too late for that.
“Oh, before we leave, we have one condition before we finalize.” Seungcheol pipes up when they stand to make their exit.
“Tch, of course she didn’t manage without something else.” Jeanette comments under her breath, earning side eyes from your parents and even the CEO’s.
Seungcheol continues, “We would like for her to be the front man… or woman. Which will require her to have an office at our headquarters.”
“That would men she’d spend majority of her time at Carat Corp.”
“She’d still do her duties as Rose Quartz BDM, of course. No need to be concerned about that.” Jeonghan and Joshua add on.
“I don’t think-” Kaitlynn tries to interject but is cut off with a stern look from her father,
“That is absolutely doable. Will that work for you?” He looks at you, seeking confirmation.
With a smile and theatrical shrug, you confirm, “Absolutely.”
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 “I still can’t believe you banged the CEO.” Chaewon pipes, taking a sip of her wine. You called the girls over to celebrate and again, to unload everything you were feeling.
“Not just one, Chae, but three. All three. At the same time, too.”
“Okay, I will not be slut shamed for getting dicked down the way I deserve and securing a bag.”
“Honey, no one is slut shaming you.” Yunjin puts a hand on her chest with a smile on her face.
“Yeah, if anything we want to- no need to know your secret.” Chaewon nods her head, doe eyes wide in admiration.
You laugh at their antics, taking a sip from your glass only to find it empty and go to refill it as well as topping up the girls glasses.
“But uhm, what about that whole thing with Choi?”
“Yeah, it sounds like more than just an in the moment thing.” The girls enquire and you sit back down with a sigh.
“I don’t really know. I mean, it’s not like we have major history or anything li-”
“Hold up, did you just say major?” Yunjin cuts you off and you nod guiltily, “So there’s minor history?”
You look down at your wine glass and recount the first time you and Seungcheol had met, before the club opening.
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It was your final year of college, an event was hosted for an array of business majors from different universities, to visit Carat Corp. The new and booming investment company. When it was the day for your group, you were full of enthusiasm and nerves.
One of the lower ranking employees had been in charge of the tour round the building and answering any questions you all might have had. It was when you had all gone into the boardroom that you had split from the group, getting lost in the vibe and picturing a future where you’d be leading off meetings in rooms just like it.
“Get separated from your group?” A deep voice startled you, though it wasn’t angry nor accusatory. You turned to the doors to see a very handsome, dimpled man leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
“Oh, uh. Kind-”
“There you are!” Your classmate called out for you. Rushing past the man to scold you for leaving the group. “Dude, come on. You promised you’d stick with me.” You give her a look that says to follow your eyes and when she does the gasp she lets out is anything but short of fangirling. “Thee, Choi Seungcheol?! CEO of Carat Corp? This Carat Corp. Who am I kidding, you are Carat Corp!” She rambles in awe, making him smile and shake his head modestly.
“Everyone in Carat Corp is Carat Corp. Their hard work and determination is what makes the company. Not just me.”
Anyone could have called that a line, a speech he used at press conferences or something, but you could both tell the sincerity in his words. He respected everyone that had a part in making the company great.
He had asked for your names and what university you were from. Eyes bulging when you mention the exact university he himself had attended. Your classmate had geeked out and wanted to ask him so many questions but her phone went off, indicating that the bus was heading back and asked if you were coming but you just shook your head saying that you’d walk home later.
Seungcheol gave you a more exclusive tour, parts of the building that weren’t authorized to the group tour. With a warm hand on the small of your back the entire time, you felt giddy and constantly had to bite your lip to keep from smiling too hard. Mentioning something about being an alumni of your university that gave you the benefit. All the while he had told you more about his experiences in university and what led him to start the company along with two of his friends. You sharing your own university experience with a bittersweet tone, one that he wanted to but didn’t mention, but not wanting to pry so instead opted in taking you to his corner of the building.
“No way is this all your office…”
“What? I’m a big guy with a big brain that needs plenty of space to work.” He chuckled.
“Wonder what else is big.” You mumbled very, very, very quietly under your breath as you looked around.
The sparkle in your eyes was refreshing to see. Seungcheol hadn’t been able to help the fond expression on his face as he watched you take it all in. He saw the enthusiasm, the passion, the hunger and the drive to reach your dreams just like he had.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You had asked shyly, snapping him out of his trance.
“I just see a lot of myself in you.”
It was funny because you wanted to see him inside you.
“I should get going. I’ve already taken up way too much of your time, Mr. Choi.”
“Please, call me Cheol.” He smiled genuinely and you reciprocated. “Let me drive you home?”
He had driven you home after insisting that it wasn’t any trouble and that he couldn’t let a pretty girl walk home all by herself, successfully causing you to be a flustered mess. Conversation with Seungcheol had been effortless, he made you comfortable, he made you laugh and he made you feel like everything else you were dealing with, -tabloids, university, family and all- didn’t exist.
“Oh come on, Cheollie.”
“I’m serious.” He laughed, feeling giddy at the slip of the pet name.
“You almost fought someone over Melon Loaf?”
“It was the last one.” He defended with an adorable pout.
“You should have just have just pouted like that. I know I would fold.” You said the last bit under your breath but he heard it, peaking at you through the corner of his eye, so tempted to place a hand on your knee but refrained.
You were living in one of the on campus accommodation flats because screw the dormitory and sororities. Even when he parked and he turned off the ignition, you didn’t have it in you to say goodbye. Seungcheol had been having a similar dilemma with himself on when to say goodbye, to walk you to your door and possibly never see you again. He turned to face you only to find that you were already looking at him, well his lips.
“I should, probably head inside now.”
You said and he leaned over slightly.
“Yeah, you probably should.”
As soon as the words left his cherry lips, they were on yours and you couldn’t have been more excited. It was feverish, but it held a softness that made your heart flutter and your knees weak. Thank goodness you were seated. His lips melded against your own in a secure way that didn’t even make sense to him and so, he parted from you.
Baby, I-”
You didn’t listen, only grabbing hold of his strong jaw and kissing him again, wanting to prolong whatever it was that was bubbling up inside you. He responded by cupping your face and nipping your lip earning him a gasp and opportunity to sneak his tongue into your mouth. Fuck, he was a great kisser and there was no way in hell you’d experience this again. You weren’t one to get attached easily but something felt right with Seungcheol.
“We shouldn’t do this, baby.” He finally pulled away.
“Why?” You hated how whiney it sounded but he simply kissed the corner of your lips.
“We barely know each other.”
“Then get to know me.” You pleaded but he shook his head defeated. “Wow. I am so stupid.” You unbuckled your seatbelt. “I’m so sorry. Thank you for the tour and the ride home.”
He called out your name desperately when you opened the door. Boy, was this man confusing, “What?”
“There’s an internship. You should apply.”
You scoff, “Thanks but, I’ve embarrassed myself enough and I sure as hell don’t need a handout.” You quipped, getting out of the car and closing the door. “Goodbye, Mr. Choi.”
He watched you make your way to your building and then drove off with a heavy heart, not that you had ever known.
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“So, you had a moment with him and he was an asshole about it and thought he could soothe the pain by offering you a non-paying job?” Chaewon asked with a head tilt.
You gulped down the last of your wine and nod your head, “Yup.”
“Wow, you still like him.” You choked on your saliva at Yunjin’s conclusion that was completely, totally and utterly ridiculous and not at all true.
“I don’t know.” Oh, maybe it was a little true. “But it doesn’t matter, because we work together now and I need to be professional.”
“Professional like you were in getting the partnership?”
“What happened to not shaming me?”
“I’m not. I just think you should rethink it.”
“The job?”
“No, the thing between you and Choi. He obviously remembers that moment.”
“Yeah, and he probably still has feelings for you.”
“That would deduce that he had any for me to begin with.” You say, and cut off any room for more assumptions, “We work together. That’s it. No more talk about feelings.” You got up to get more wine in the kitchen leaving the two to give each other a knowing look.
“She definitely likes him.”
“Oh yeah.”
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Walking into the lobby of Carat Corp felt somewhat like coming home after a long war. You couldn’t help the memories that flashed from that day in university, a soft smile teasing its way onto your lips.
“Where the heck are we taking these?” Yunjin’s strained voice brings you back to the present.
“Oh uh, sorry. I’m not sure.”
“Okay, well,” she put the box of your desk supplies on the ground with a huff, “I will go inquire at the front desk.” She could tell that being back here was messing with you, but because she was on the clock, she would keep it to herself.
You stood there, just taking looking around when a stupidly handsome man with a matching stupidly beautiful smile approached you alongside Yunjin. “It’s so great to finally meet you. I’m Seokmin.” He outstretched his hand for you to shake and you did so quickly. “I’ve been assigned to show you both to your offices.”
“I have my own office?” Yunjin stutters out.
“Of course. You thought you’d share?” Seokmin says, looking between the two of you as if it were the most absurd idea to exist.
“Not share but maybe… never mind. Where to?” Yunjin answered, reaching fir the box but being gently pulled back by Seokmin who picks it up with ease.
“This way, ladies.”
Quite a few renovations have been made to the building since then. You couldn’t pinpoint everything but that didn’t even matter. It was all gorgeous. You were so entranced with the interior that you didn’t notice the way Yunjin and Seokmin shared playful banter about headstrong bosses.
“I’m telling you, no one has a stick up their ass farther than Mr. Choi.” Seokmin says with a sense of secrecy as he puts the box onto what would be Yunjins desk. She giggles but stops when a deep voice interrupts.
“Is that so, Seok?” You all turn to where you find Seungcheol standing with his hands shoved into the pockets of his slacks, cold stare towards his junior. “Well then I’ll do my best to get it out.” Seokmin does a nervous chuckle and dips his head in apology, mentioning how he’ll now show you to your office. “That’s fine. I’ll take her.” Seokmin does not answer and proceeds showing Yunjin around the rest of where she’ll most likely be needing to do things for you.
Seungcheol steps aside and gestures for you to follow him, which you do. Just like back then, he has a hand on the small of your back as he guides you to where your office is. You both remain quiet and you try your best to ignore the lingering stares from some of the employees, leaning into Seungcheol for safety a little bit, at which he discreetly smiles.
Not much farther away from Yunjins, you round a corner and head down a hall where a total of four doors are. “So, the first door on the right, is Joshua’s office and the one opposite that is Jeonghan’s. The second on the right is mine and that makes the last one, yours.” He turns to face you when he finishes and you mirror him.
“Can I see inside?” you ask.
“Well, yeah. It’s yours.” He answers much like Seokmin had earlier and you’re starting to believe that Seungcheol is a bad influence. He walks to your office door, gesturing for you to use your thumbprint to set the new lock and you follow through. The lock announcing access with a high pitched beep and you push the door open.
Inside you feel like a little girl in a candy store. Spacious and decorated exactly to your liking. Every last detail.
“I asked your assistant how you’d like your set up and got my design investment team get it done for you.” He says, scratching the back of his neck nervously as you run your fingertips across each surface before plopping into your desk chair with a giddy smile. He smiles at how good you look here, in this environment.
“Thank you, Cheollie- I mean,” You gulp, standing up with your hands folded in front of you. “Mr. Choi. Thank you, I really appreciate this.”
A deep sigh leaves his chest, “Can we please just talk?”
“Talk? Talk about what? The first order of business or, I was thinking we could go over the list of small business owners that Rose Quartz pulled through.”
Seungcheol breathed out your name exasperatedly, making you suck in your lips. “I meant about us.”
“There is no ‘us’ Cheol.” You cut him off curtly, pointing a finger at him with your next statement. “You made that clear. ‘We shouldn’t do this.’ Ring a bell?”
“That was before.”
“Before what?” You ask throwing your hands up.
“Before I knew you.” You laugh at this.
“You didn’t want to get to know me.” You step closer, trying to understand what the hell was actually happening because none of what he was saying made any damn sense. You stood right in front of him, letting him explain himself.
“I kept tabs on you after that night. I never stopped thinking about you.”
“Oh right, ‘cause the tabloids have such accurate analysis’ on people they’ve never spoken to once.”
He shook his head, “Not through the tabloids. I, looked past that. I observed you and the people you were interacting with.” You crossed your arms and he continued, “I saw how smart you were, networking with Jihoon. How supportive you were when Jun finally got his first acting gig and you kept supporting him throughout his career. I saw how grateful Soonyoung is towards you, for what I don’t really know but, I do know I’d be just as grateful for anything you do for me. Because you do everything for those you care about with everything you have.” You started to tear up a little but blinked them away. “I see how hard you work at business conferences to get Rose Quartz noticed and acknowledged. In my opinion, Rose Quartz wouldn’t have gotten as far as it did without your persistence, your drive and your creativity. Especially not your daringness.”
“You do realise you sound like a simp right now, right?” You squint at him. He nods quietly. Not really knowing what to say next. You sigh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and he immediately places his hands on your waist. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“Tell me you’ll let me prove it to you.”
“Prove what?”
“That I want you.”
Fine. Looking into his sparkly eyes, you admit, you still felt some type of way about Seungcheol even after all the years. But it was the fact that you felt something towards the other two as well and you had no damn clue how to come to terms with it, if at all. That night stirred so many old emotions and brought alight new ones. Seungcheol left you to think about what he said and you texted Yunjin to help you get settled which went by fairly quickly.
“You okay?” She asked when you seemed too focused on the stapler.
“Yeah. Just, had a talk with Cheol.”
“And?”
“You guys were right.”
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“Mr. Yoon and Mr. Hong are here to see you.” Yunjin informed you. You were currently finalizing the list of small business to review at your first official board meeting as partner. The same meeting would be attended by the CEO’s and their respective heads of each department. So the sudden and definitely unexpected visit from the two men caused the furrow of your brows, especially when they were each just a door away.
You told Yunjin to let them in and you double checked your appearance before the door opened again. Jeonghan and Joshua looking as dapper as ever standing near your desk like two boys sent to the principal’s office.
“You can go on break now, Yunjin.”
“You sure you don’t need anyth-”
“Break. Now.” You grit with a sarcastic smile knowing very well she was just trying to stay and snoop. She makes a defeated sound but leaves anyways. “Please take a seat.” You gesture towards the two chairs on the opposite side of your desk. “And to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Well, we just came to see what your problem is.”
“Excuse me?” You recoil.
“What Jeonghan means to say is… Well we noticed some tension between you and Cheol. And we wanted to know what it was about.”
“Tension?”
“Yes, sweetheart…. Or would you prefer, baby?” A devious grin stretched across Jeonghan’s lips when your eyes snapped to his. Clearly having stricken a nerve with the specific pet name.
“Oh, she thought we didn’t know.” Joshua giggles to his partner.
“Alright look, whatever idea or theory you’ve strung up, I want no parts in.” You stand, pressing your palms flat on your desk as you tower over them. “From here on out, we will be professional. Got it?”
“No.” Joshua doesn’t miss a beat, leaning back and crossing his arms.
“No?”
“No.” Jeonghan follows suit, “You don’t get to act all professional after what went down. You may not want to accept that there was way more than just a sexual thing between us, all of us. But you and Cheol have something more than either of you, for whatever reason that is beyond me, want to confront.”
“We were serious when we said that we don’t just sleep with anybody. Nor have we all caught feelings for the same person.”
Wait a damn minute.
“I’m sorry, you what now?” You ask, heart racing. The each make their way around to stand on either side of you.
Jeonghan held one of your hands, “We like you.”
“Very much.” Joshua held your other hand.
“And we all want you.”
“Well, we can speak for ourselves, Cheol is big boy.” Cheol was a big boy indeed, because he had already said the same three words.
I want you.
The meeting went by smoothly, the other heads present agreeing with the selection but ultimately all deciding to pick a top five to start with and see how it went from there. With your nod, Seungcheol dismissed everyone but four plus Seokmin and Yunjin stayed behind.
“Mr. Lee, would you please show me the blueprints for my office again.”
“Of course, Ms. Huh. After you.”
The two sensing the awkward yet electrified atmosphere had them rushing to get out under any lie at all. Leaving you alone with you three weaknesses.
“I’m heading out.” You announce with your head down as you arrange your papers back into the folder you brought with. Then you hear the doors shut and the lock beeps, making your head snap up.
“We need to talk.” They say in unison.
You sigh, sitting down. All this talking was going to give you a migraine or an anxiety attack. You lean your forehead onto the wooden desk defeated. “I’m listening.”
“Aish, sweetheart. You’re so mean.”
“How?” You mumble.
“Darling, you won’t even look at us, hm.”
“Don’t wanna.”
“Why not, princess?”
You sigh for the umpteenth time. “Because then you’ll confuse me with your stupid pretty faces and smirking.” The chuckle to themselves but you catch it, “So just, say whatever it is.”
They clear their throats and take seats near you, similar to the way you all sat down for breakfast and it’s Seungcheol who speaks up first. “Look, I’m pretty sure you already know how we feel about you.”
“Do I?” You sass lightly, causing him to bite his lip in an attempt to keep calm.
“Yes,” he tugs you up by your shoulders but gently, even with your protests. “you do. Very well actually.”
“And we think it’s only fair if we knew how you felt about us.” Joshua speaks softly.
“Don’t you agree? You owe us at least that if nothing else.” Jeonghan raises a prompting brow when you meekly avoid their gentle gazes, now fiddling with your fingers like a schoolgirl. Seungcheol tucks a finger underneath your chin to get you to look up, which you hesitantly do.
They do have a point. They have the right to know what you’re feeling, if you’re feeling anything at all. Or if you want to forget the entire thing happened and just move on, but you don’t. Of course you feel something for them, you feel so many things. But how would that play out? You’re know to be reckless, so how would dating three guys look? All CEO’s of the same company, all friends? Would you be labelled as something unspeakable? Probably. But that wasn’t what made you hesitate.
You couldn’t bear the thought of the tabloids dragging them.
“Hey, talk to us. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Seungcheol prompts softly when he notices your lip begin to tremble.
You could tell them, voice your worries like a mature, grown, emotionally intelligent woman. But you don’t. So you push up, startling them and you make a run for the door, leaving them utterly confused and broken.
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Working at Carat Corp knowing that you had silently rejected all three CEO’s confessions had made it a little difficult to get through the day.
Since that awkward, emotional, boardroom incident that happened a few weeks ago, you hadn’t interacted with them unless about work. The first five small business owners had been selected and had begun the mentoring process with the appropriate teams from the company. So you had put all your energy and focus into that, since it was Rose Quartz baby, you had to make sure it went smoothly.
Yunjin and Seokmin worked together to help you wherever you needed. Although you had a sneaking suspicion that something more was going on between them as they wouldn’t stop whispering and giggling when they thought you weren’t paying attention. You didn’t mind the budding romance, though it did make you feel sour that your own friend had her emotions together and you didn’t.
It was especially difficult to come to terms with at the company dinner party where the new investments were invited as well. You knew it was for work but it seemed as if everyone was boo’d up and you were well, sipping drink after drink and becoming quite unaware of how many you’ve had.
“I need to cut you off.”
“What why?”
“Because you’re going to do or say something you’ll regret.” Yunjin says with a firm grip on your hand that reached out for yet another glass from the tray one of the waiters were carrying.
“’M’fine, Jinnie. See,” you demonstrate standing on one leg and though you thought you had your balance together, you in fact did not and tipped over. “Ah!” You squeak out, bracing yourself to hit the ground but you never do.
“You okay?” Oh no, you know that voice, too well. But your intoxicated brain speaks before you even think.
“Cheollie!” You straighten as best you can in his strong hold and on your weak knees.
“Hey.” He holds you steady by the waist.
“You saved me.” You smile up at him, with glazed over eyes. He chuckles, clearly taking in your drunk and giddy state.
“C’mon, let’s get you home.” He announces and nods towards Yunjin to give him the go ahead to which she says,
“You’re a life saver.” She gave him an appreciative smile and watched as he basically carried you through the crowd and caught the eye of his two partners. They followed suit in saying quick goodbyes before heading down to the parking lot.
“Like the – the tour day, Cheollie.” You hiccup when you make it out of the elevator and he guides you to his car. He buckles you up and makes his way over to the driver’s side, not wasting a second after buckling up to drive off to your apartment.
Jeonghan and Joshua meet you both back at your place as Seungcheol attempts to get you to put in your passcode and hold onto you securely.
“Here, let me. Sweetheart, look at me.” Jeonghan takes your face into his palms gently to get you to focus, to which you blink up at him so cutely. “What’s your passcode?”
“My birth- day – wards.” You hiccup, leaning back into Seungcheol’s hold.
“Her birthday?” Jeonghan asks the others.
“Backwards.” Joshua confirms.
Seungcheol recites it for Joshua to punch in and the lock clicks, he pushes the door open for Seungcheol to carry you inside. Once the door is shut, they set out to run you a bath and make you some food considering you were only drinking and were nowhere near the buffet.
“I got the bath.” Joshua heads towards the bathroom, running the water, adjusting the temperature and adding the bubble bath you had on the edge.
“I’ll make her something to eat.” Jeonghan stations himself in the kitchen, washing his hands and getting into his zone of making you something to help with the killer hangover you’ll have in the morning.
Seungcheol penguin walks you to your bedroom, steadying you so he could take your dress off. As he unzips it, you flirt with a giggle, “Cheollie, you can’t see anything if you’re behind me.”
His heart skips a beat, but that’s not what he’s doing. “Ssh, you need a bath and then we’re gonna eat some food that Hannie made, okay?” He tugs the straps of your dress off your shoulders and down your arms.
You perk up, “Hannie’s here??” Wiggling out of your dress and letting it pool around your ankles.
Seungcheol’s breath hitches at the sight of your bare body. Taking in the fact that you had not been wearing any underwear, considering your dress he understood the decision. Looking up and ahead, he guides you over to the bathroom where Joshua waits, “Yeah, and so is Shua. He’s going to give you a bath and then bring you to the kitchen, okay?” He takes his leave shortly after you say,
“Okay.” You nod, waddling over to Joshua, who just like Seungcheol, has to try to not focus on the fact that you were completely bare. Swallowing once, he takes your hands and guides you as you step into the tub. “That feels perfect.”
Joshua smiles, “Just relax, darling. I’ll take care of you.”
And that he did. He got your makeup wipes and cleansers, ridding your face of the night’s evidence. Also giving your temples a light massage, he gives in and kisses your nose like Spiderman, loving the way it scrunches up. He lathers up your loofa with your body scrub, gently cleaning your body with care and delicacy that you so deeply appreciate even in your hazy state.
“That tickles, Joshie.” You giggle when he washes your feet and soon enough your bath is over, rinsing off with the showerhead and stepping into the giant fluffy towel that Joshua had spread out for you.
He waddles you back to your bedroom to moisturize and simultaneously give you a full body massage. Everything went smoothly until it came to getting dressed. You didn’t want to wear any underwear or pyjamas because,
“’s too hot, Joshie!” Not being able to win, he talked you into wearing your nightgown and tied it securely. Finally making your way to the kitchen, where Jeonghan had just finished plating your food.
Jeonghan guided you over to the living room sofa where he sat down with you in his lap so that he could feed you. You tried to yourself but you burnt your tongue from being too eager and so he took over. Blowing on each spoonful, he fed you while the other two looked on like worried boyfriends.
“Good girl.” Jeonghan praised when you finished your last bite and just like Joshua, couldn’t resist and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You couldn’t deny the butterflies that erupted from everything they were doing for you, which was exactly what made you sober up.
“Darling.” Joshua called to get your attention when you looked as if you had seen a ghost, “hear us out.”
You observe all three men, all still in their outfits from the dinner party and all looking at you like you were the most important thing in the world. Not trusting yourself to speak, you nod, fiddling with Jeonghan’s hand that wasn’t holding onto your waist.
“You’ve been avoiding us.” Seungcheol speaks up, “we don’t know why, but we want you to know that we care and that we’ll wait as long as it takes.”
“I know.” You whisper, not looking up at them. They’re low-key hoping that the liquor in your system will loosen your lips and spill your thoughts. But it’s doing the opposite, seeing you freeze up, or so they thought. “I’m sorry. I just- I’m scared.”
“Scared of what?” The man beneath you probes softly.
“I don’t want you all to be in the tabloids because of me. I don’t want to ruin your reputations just because, I was selfish.” Your voice wavers a little but you carry on. “I have the worst experiences with the media day-in-day-out. I can’t do anything without them being up my ass, a-and I don’t want that to happen to you, any of you.” You finally look up, look each of them in the eye as you continue to pour your heart out. “I care about you all too much to let everything you’ve worked your entire lives for to be ruined. All because I couldn’t keep it together or was too greedy.”
It’s quiet. Eerily so. Too embarrassed to look up anymore you lower yourself into Jeonghan’s hold, hiding your face in his shoulder and making yourself small. You hear some shifting and feel a tight, warm and reassuring embrace followed by a series of soft kisses where reachable.
“We don’t care about what anyone else has to think or say about us.” Joshua speaks into your neck.
“Much less the media.” Jeonghan continues.
“The only thing that matters is that we are all on the same page about each other and are open and honest with each other.” Seungcheol rubs your back softly.
You lift your head up a little, peaking up at Jeonghan first then to his left where Joshua was and then over your shoulder to where Seungcheol was. All three men sporting sincere, certain expressions.
“What if I fuck it up?” You pout and they softly chuckle.
“We’ll work it out together, baby.” Seungcheol kisses your cheek. “I promise.”
“About this baby thing. I don’t appreciate being left out.”
“Yeah me either. We need neutral ground and names.” Joshua and Jeonghan whine, making the two of you giggle.
“We’ll figure it out together.” You peck each of them on the lips. “I promise.”
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Waking up in your bed with a sharp pang in your head was extremely unpleasant, but the warm weight surrounding you made you melt.
With Jeonghan on your right and Joshua on your left, that meant that the weight on top of your thighs was none other than,
“Cheollie?”
“Mornin’, baby.” He planted a kiss on your stomach. “You feel okay?”
“Head hurts.” You groan out.
Seungcheol lifts up on his knees to reach over to the nightstand. Grabbing the painkillers and water bottle and handing them to you. “Drink up.”
You did as told, handing the half empty bottle back to him to replace on the nightstand before laying back down on top of your thighs. “Urg, what’s the kill time?”
“A couple minutes. How bad is it, one to ten?” Seungcheol asks.
“Fifty.” He chuckles at your adorable pout, halting when an idea pops into his head.
“You trust me?” You nod at his sudden inquiry. “Okay, just relax.”
Your brows furrow but nonetheless, you attempt to follow instructions. Your breath hitches when you feel him shuffle lower, slotting himself between your thighs so that his face is level with your heat.
“Cheol, I-”
“Someone’s a very naughty girl. Where are your panties, princess?”
“She refused to wear any after her bath.” A groggy Joshua answers, hand blindly trailing up your chest.
“I noticed when I was feeding her.” Jeonghan mumbles as he sits up on an elbow to sleepily frown at the scene. “It’s barely … eight o’clock.” He had paused to check your alarm clock
“M’sorry, Hannie.” You run your fingers through his bed head hair in attempts to soothe him. He pouts, eyes zoned in on where Joshua was teasing your robe open to grip onto one of your breast.
“I forgive you. Carry on Cheol.” Jeonghan dismisses as he lowers himself enough to be level with your free breast, earning a whimper when he suckles the nipple into his warm mouth.
“Good idea, Han.” Joshua says just as he too leans down to suckle on your nipple.
Both satisfied and pacified, Seungcheol kisses the top of your mound, gaining your attention right before he licks a strip through your folds. His warm tongue feels so good, sending your pounding head into numbness from receiving head.
“Fuck, Cheollie. Please” You’re not even sure what you’re asking for but he seems to know, because he flicks at your clit rapidly before wrapping his cherry lips around the nub like he was sucking on a sweet.
“So sweet, princess.” He barely parts from your core to praise you, groaning out at the way more of your arousal drips out at it.
You’re feeling so pampered right now with all their mouths on you like this, how could you ever live without this? Threading each of your hands into Jeonghan’s and Joshua’s hair, you tug gently to let them know they're doing so good. Alternating between sucking and licking and even nibbling because of course, Jeonghan is a biter.
Hips bucking into Seungcheol’s mouth lets him know that you’re enjoying yourself. That, along with the way you moan out for him.
“Cheollie, Cheollie… you’re going to make me cum soon.” You manage to say in between shallow breaths.
The way he sucks on your clit and moves his head side to side, moaning into your pussy like a thirsty man made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Letting go of your erect clit with a pop, he laps at your hole, drinking up all you had to offer. In search of more, he fucks his tongue into you with precise movements. Caressing your walls with his wet muscle and simultaneously nudging your clit, you squealed when he somehow managed to hot that spot inside you.
“Cumming!”
Was all you could warn before you creamed all over his tongue and he swallowed every last drop. The other two popped of your chest, hissing in pain when you tugged at their roots during your orgasm. Seungcheol licking you through it and rubbing your thighs soothingly.
When you whined and attempted to shut your thighs around his head, Seungcheol knew you were teetering overstimulation and pulled away. He crawled up your body just as you let go of the brutal grip you had on Jeonghan and Joshua.
They all looked a gorgeous mess; lips glossy and swollen, hair unruly, chests heaving and flushed.
As for you, you were practically glowing from not only your orgasm, but from the love you felt from all three of these men. And as you tug each of them down to kiss deeply, you couldn’t be happier or more content.
“How’s your head now?” Seungcheol asked, parting from your kiss.
“Still hurts a little.” You tease.
“Insatiable.”
“Ravening.”
Joshua and Jeonghan chastise. Seungcheol heaving a dramatic sigh, “What are we to do with you, baby?”
Humming in faux thought, you smile triumphantly, “Make me all yours.” And just before the best morning of your life, you hear a unanimous,
“Done.”
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🌙 staring. Seungcheol x afab!Reader
🔮 preview. As much as you love being a mother, you think some of your favorite moments might just happen when the kids are asleep. Seeing Seungcheol with Hana and Daehyun is one of the great joys of your life, but you have needs too, and after a long day, you really need something to help you relax.
tw/cw. unprotected sex, bathroom sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, praise, fingering, blow job, deep throating, mentions of masochism, loud sex, your kid hearing you scream during sex and then your husband lies to her and says it's night terrors when really it's him - he's the night terror, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess.
👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 4.2k
🍭 aus. rich businessman cheol, husband cheol, established relationship, father cheol, stay at home mom reader, etc…
☀️ mlist + an. i need a rich husband sugar daddy and i need him now
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There had been a time in his life when Seungcheol had thought he might never settle down. As a busy businessman, he’d never been able to comprehend how it would be possible to factor a wife - let alone children - into his schedule. But then, one summer afternoon, he’d met you, and all his fears had vanished.
His previous relationships had been marred with accusations about his lack of making time, and he’d been ready to repeat the same issues with you. However, the conflicts never came. You were a strong, capable, young woman, and as the first months of you flew by blissfully, Seungcheol had realized you accepted him for him, work and all. If anything, distance made the heart grow fonder, and when you were together, you both gave each other your complete attention, nurturing the relationship in a way that he’d never had a relationship truly nurtured before. 
Six months in, he’d asked you to marry him, and it was the most confident he’d ever been with a decision in his entire life. When you’d gotten pregnant, only a short while after your honeymoon, the two of you had sat down to discuss what being parents would look like. You’d both been committed to giving your children the best lives possible going forward, and - knowing he’d be around less than a dad with a different, less demanding job - Seungcheol had asked if you’d be interested in the stay-at-home life.
It’s been five years since then, and there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by where Seungcheol has questioned his decisions with you. He comes home at erratic times in the evening, but he always finds you excelling at motherhood. 
He truly doesn’t know how you do it and make it look easy. You have such a gentle way with not only the kids, but him as well, and he almost feels as if you were meant for this role. You’re a caregiver, through and through, and Seungcheol thinks he must be one of the luckiest men in the whole world to be able to fulfill the provider counterpart. 
It’s a Monday evening, and he’s managed to get off work early. When he arrives at your large family home, he follows the sound of giggles to the kitchen. This room has been the heart of your house ever since the kids were old enough to follow you around it like ducklings, watching you cook with eyes full of wonder - he thinks they must get that trait from him at least. 
He leans against the wall while he watches you, taking in the vision in front of him. It’s mac and cheese night, a long-held tradition in your household, wherein you help the kids make the base, and allow them to choose their favorite toppings to go in the ramekins before oven baking. 
The elder of your children, Daehyun, is more adventurous, and it looks like you’re helping him saute a pan of mushrooms on the gas stove top. Even while dealing with the hot element, and a little boy grabbing at your apron while teetering on his cooking step stool, you’re giving just as much attention to your youngest. 
Hana is the apple of Seungcheol’s eye, and - bless her heart - she’s a cheese fiend. There must be five different kinds of cheese on the counter, and you’re softly talking to her while she struggles to grate a small block of what looks to be gruyere. 
“You’re doing so well,” you tell your daughter. “Give mommy just a moment and she’ll help you grate the last of it. I don’t want you hurting your hands.”
“Okay, mama,” Hana nods, setting the cheese down before leaning over to watch you stir the pan. 
“Do you want to try a mushroom, sweetheart?” you ask, picking one out of the pan to taste for yourself. “They’re very good.”
Hana’s always been better at trying new things if you or Seungcheol go first, and the businessman finds himself smiling while he watches the soft moment.
“Okay,” Hana says, but she doesn’t sound too sure. 
“It’s a little hot, so I’m going to put it on the cutting board to cool before either of you taste it, okay?” You lift a few mushrooms from the sizzling pan, setting them down and gently blowing away the steam. “Let me know if these are good, Daehyun, or if you’d like me to cook them a little longer to make them more crispy.”
The three of you are so wrapped up in your own little world, and Seungcheol supposes the soft classical music in the background had drowned out the sound of his footfalls as he’d approached. He decides it’s a good time to make his presence known, so he moves into the room, coming to stand on the other side of the island countertop.
“Look at you three chefs,” he muses.
“Daddy!” His children scream, with Daehyun jumping from his stool to run around the table and hug Seungcheol around the waist. Hana, meanwhile, still needs help getting down from the steps, and Seungcheol watches you lift the small child to set her on the floor so she can join her brother on the other side of Seungcheol. 
“It smells good,” Seungcheol tells you, smiling at you as he rubs the backs of his children.
“We were just trying mushrooms!” Daehyun announces, releasing Seungcheol in favour of running to you to grab the food before dashing back to his dad, holding his hand out. 
Seungcheol accepts the mushroom, and he tries it, letting out an embellished groan. “These are great,” he says, which prompts both children to try them too.
“Perfect!” Daehyun agrees.
Seungcheol watches you turn off the heat under the pan, moving to finish grating the gruyere for Hana. “How was work, my love?” you ask.
“Fine,” he sighs, not wanting to think about his job in a moment like this. “I couldn’t miss mac and cheese night. How were things around here?”
“Hana, why don’t you tell daddy about preschool?” you suggest, moving a pan of preprepared pasta bake ramekins on a tray to the island counter. 
“We did art!” Hana says proudly. “Made something for you.”
“Really?” Seungcheol loves receiving drawings from his kids. “Want to go grab it for me?”
You’re two steps ahead of him, even while cooking, and you reach behind yourself to grab a piece of paper from the fridge. You hold it out to Seungcheol, and he takes it from you, smiling widely as he looks at the image.
“It’s our family,” Hana explains, although, with the dad character holding a briefcase and dressed in a suit, Seungcheol thinks it would be impossible for him to think it’s anything else.
“I love it, you’re going to be an artist one day,” he tells her, reaching down to pick her up, tucking her by his hip. “And how about you, Daehyun? How was soccer practice?”
“Mommy picked me up after school and she had veggie snacks which weren’t that good but I ate them anyways, and we did practice and I scored goals-” Seungcheol loves how his son rambles, and he listens patiently while Daehyun describes finding a coin on the field that he can add to his collection of treasures he’s picked up throughout his life.
By the time the story is finished, you’ve already put the mac and cheese in the oven, and you’re standing with your palms on the counter, watching Seungcheol interact with his children. There’s a gentle smile on your face, your eyes lit up with affection.
Seungcheol is drawn to you, and he walks around the island, Hana still tucked on his hip. “Hi,” he says softly, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “How was mommy’s day?”
“Good,” you respond. “Hana and I went to a greenery after preschool to get some new plants for the garden.”
“Oh yeah?” Seungcheol looks down at his daughter. “Did you two find anything nice?”
“Mommy got me a bouquet of tulips,” Hana confirms. 
“We also got a few more lavender bushes and some rosemary,” you add. “She played with bubbles while I planted them, and then we went to get Daehyun for soccer. A few of his friends came over with their moms after that to play in the pool, and then we started mac and cheese.”
“Sounds like a full day,” Seungcheol nods. He’s constantly in awe of how you juggle both kids, house maintenance, a social life, and cooking. 
“The kids are tuckered out,” you say, reaching out to brush some hair from Hana’s face. “They were thinking we could watch some Disney movies after dinner before bed.”
“Well we can’t say no to that, can we,” Seungcheol smiles. 
“No, we can’t,” you agree. “Daehyun, the mac and cheese is in the oven, should we start on a salad?”
“Do we have to?” he asks.
“Greens are an important part of a healthy diet,” you remind the little boy who’s always had problems with his veggies. “How about you help me choose what type of salad to make?”
“Can we have the one with lots of cheese?” Hana questions.
Seungcheol loves his little cheese fiend, he loves his family, and most of all, he loves that he gets to share it with you every day.
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After being filled up with hot mac and cheese, the kids had fallen asleep less than thirty minutes into their movie. Seungcheol had carried them to bed, double checking to make sure they were tucked in all right, and now, he heads into your shared room, closing the soundproof doors behind him.
“I’ve said it already, but I’ll say it again, dinner was great,” he tells you, as he heads to his closet to begin removing his button-up shirt. “Even the salad was good, I haven’t seen Daehyun eat that many greens in months.” 
“He’s warming up to them,” you smile, coming up behind your husband to give him a hug from behind, your cheek pressed to his back. “We were all happy you were there to eat with us. I know work has been busy, so I wasn’t sure if you’d make it.”
“And miss mac and cheese night?” Seungcheol scoffs. “Not even Jeon Wonwoo himself could keep me from that.”
You laugh at the mention of his business partner. “He can join next time, if he has the time. Hana misses Uncle Woo.”
“That's because he dotes on her.”
“As if you don’t.” 
“We all do, she’s a special kid, that one.”
“They both are,” you muse. “Daehyun downplayed it, but he was doing really well in practice. Coach says he has some real talent. Apparently he can’t shut up about the way that you take him to games twice a month in box seats. I think it’s making a huge difference.”
“That’s good to hear,” Seungcheol smiles. 
“Anyways, enough about our days,” you sigh. “Do you need a shower?”
“Why? Do I smell?” Seungcheol can’t help but chuckle.
“No, I was just thinking I might have one, and maybe you’d like to join me.”
Seungcheol groans. “Well, now I definitely need a shower.”
“Perfect.” You pull away from his back, reaching down to take off your shirt as you head to the bathroom. “I’ll see you in there, daddy.” 
As much as you love being a mother, you think some of your favorite moments might just happen when the kids are asleep. Seeing Seungcheol with Hana and Daehyun is one of the great joys of your life, but you have needs too, and after a long day, you really need something to help you relax. 
You turn the shower on, and as the spa-like bathroom fills with steam, you undo your pants. You’re slipping out of the fabric when Seungcheol joins you. His large form gently presses against your back, and his lips find your shoulder. His hands smooth down your arms softly, and he presses his crotch against your bum, showing you how turned on he is.
“You look so beautiful today,” he tells you.
“And you look as sexy as ever,” you respond, smiling while leaning back against his bare chest. 
“I do, do I?” You feel him grin where he’s kissing your neck, and you rest the back of your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of him. “Guess this means we’re a match made in heaven.”
You love when he sweet-talks you like this, and when his hand slips down your abdomen to cup your pussy, you let out a groan of pleasure. “Should we go in the shower?”
“The shower can wait,” Seungcheol states, “and these panties have to come off.”
“You got it, daddy.” You hook your fingers in the waistband, pushing them down so his eager fingers can touch you directly. The contact has you shivering, and he begins to circle your clit. 
“How did I ever get so lucky with you?” he asks, teasing you while he grinds against your ass.
“I ask myself the same question every day,” you confess, whimpering when one of his large fingers slips into your core. 
“I think I’m the lucky one,” Seungcheol tells you, sucking on the sweet spot on your throat that always makes your entire body react. 
“Agree to disagree,” you whisper, consumed by the feeling of his fingers as he adds a second one, working you open. 
“It’s torture spending a whole day without being able to touch you,” your husband confesses, as he applies pressure to your clit with his palm.
You know exactly how he feels, and although you’re leaning into his touch, allowing him to be the one exploring your form, you know your patience will run dry soon. You need his cock, more than you’ve ever needed anything in your life.
It’s tantalizing, having his large bulge rubbing against your ass while he finger fucks you closer and closer to a release that’s always much too easy for him to earn. 
You turn your head to the side, reaching behind yourself to tangle your fingers in his hair, bringing his lips to your own. 
After all these years, Seungcheol knows your body inside and out. There are no words that need to be spoken as he gets you closer and closer to your high, only whimpered moans and groans of pleasure as you remain lip-locked.
Your first orgasm overtakes you, and you gasp into the kiss, wiggling your hips for more stimulation while he helps you through it. His free hand is on your waist, and he aids in your motions, which only adds to your pleasure.
“Cheol-” you whisper.
“I know, darling, I know,” he presses his forehead to yours, finishing you off before removing his hand from between your legs. He quickly sucks your juices off his digits before working on your bra, which falls off to join your clothes on the floor.
You turn in his embrace, palms flat to his chest so you can push him back until his bum hits the edge of the sink. “I wanna suck you off,” you tell him, feeling confident and as needy as ever.
“Fuck, I love it when you use that sweet, pretty mouth of yours to say the dirtiest things,” Seungcheol groans, large hands moving down to work on his belt while you sink to your knees on the tiled floor.
“You had a long day,” you tell him, knowing every day is long for the successful businessman, “I just want to make you feel good.”
“You always make me feel good,” he smiles, pushing his pants down so his cock can be released. 
Wasting no time, you wrap your hand around the base, taking one last look up at him to muse, “Well, I want to make you feel great,” before your mouth finds his large cock. 
The sounds he makes during sex have always been a huge turn-on for you, and the groans he lets out as you suckle on the head of his cock are like angels singing. You close your eyes, leaning into the act of pleasuring the man you love most in the world. 
His gentle hand finds your head, and he helps you blow him, taking more of him into your mouth while your hand pumps the base.
“You’re so good,” he whispers. “So fucking good for me.” 
You groan at the praise, and it makes his hips twitch, cock slipping into the back of your throat.
When you’d first been together, you hadn’t been used to the sensation, but after all this time together, you’ve become accustomed to it. In fact, you even kind of enjoy it when he throat-fuckes you, in some odd masochistic kind of way.
He’s slow with it, and you know he’s watching you carefully for any signs that he should let up on you. With you focused on your breathing and relaxing your throat, he never has to actually pull away. You listen to his sounds of pleasure grow, his grip tightening in your hair. 
“Fuck,” he groans, gently pulling you off his cock. “I need you.” 
He helps you to your feet and in one motion, he lifts you up and sets you on the sink, slotting between your legs. Your hands find his strong shoulders while he guides his cock to your pussy. His lip is caught between his teeth in concentration, and your heart swells with love for your husband.
The head of his cock slips into you and you both groan. 
“You’re wound up, darling,” he muses as he sinks a few more inches into you, test thrusting so your wet juices can cover his length and make it easier for you both. “Are you sure you don’t need some more of my fingers?”
“No,” you hold his strong shoulders tighter, “I just need you.”
“Yeah?” he leans in, pressing his lips to yours while his hands find your hips, one slipping to gently cup the small of your back. “Are you still my needy princess?”
It had been the first true pet name that stuck when you’d started dating, and even after all these years, it still makes a tingle run up your spine.
“Yes, Cheol, you feel so good-”
His thrusts have his cock sinking fully inside of you now, and you can’t help the way your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your body is alight with pleasure, and you truly can't help the sounds that are escaping past your lips.
You try your best to be quiet with Cheol most nights, but your kids are asleep. On top of that,  there’s a soundproof bedroom door, a bathroom door and a shower running to muffle your noises, so you figure now is as good a time as any to let loose a little.
“God, I love it when you get loud for me,” Seungcheol groans, leaning forward to pepper your throat in kisses while you lace your fingers through his soft hair. 
Each thrust has his cock hitting a spot deep inside of you, and you can feel tension building in your abdomen, a sign of another orgasm on its way.
“You look so perfect like this,” your husband muses. Suddenly, he’s pulling away from you. “I want you to see.” 
You moan in annoyance as he pulls out of you, dragging you off the countertop so he can turn you around, facing the steamed mirror. You bend over the sink, letting out a whine when he slips inside of you again, leaning forward with his chest pressed to your back while he wipes a hand along the reflective surface. 
You can see yourself now, and you look completely fucked out. 
Cheol grins behind you, and you love how the reflection showcases how much larger than you he is. With your smaller form in front of him, his shoulders are visible on either side of your own, and his height makes your pussy clench around him.
“Told you it was sexy,” Seungcheol muses, leaning forward again to press his lips to your shoulder. “I want you to watch as I make you cum.”
You’re not entirely sure you’ll be able to keep your eyes open, but you nod all the same, eager to please him as he begins to fuck you again. Each thrust has your hips pressing to the marble sink top, and it hurts a little, but the pain is pleasure.
You groan, panting as you watch Seungcheol fuck you from behind through the mirror.
He truly is a vision. each slap of his hips against your ass has your breasts bouncing too-
Steam is quickly covering the mirror again, and you reach out a shaky hand to wipe it away, intent on doing your best to follow through with his command.
“Cheol,” you whimper, his thrusts getting faster, harder- 
“That’s it,” he groans. “Let me hear you.” 
Your sounds are getting louder and louder as the tension in your stomach builds- and when Seungcheol licks two fingers, slipping his hand down your front to play with your clit, the noises of pleasure become uncontrollable. 
“Gonna cum for me, princess?” he asks, breath hot against your throat.
Everything feels so intense, the steam in the room adding to your heightened senses, and you nod quickly. You can’t find it in yourself to speak, you can only grab the sink as an anchor while your husband works you to the edge-
“I’m there too,” Seungcheol assures you. “Cum with me.” 
The sound that escapes you as your pussy clamps down on his cock is almost inhuman, and you struggle to keep your eyes open, gazing at your own fucked out expression through the mirror while Seungcheol rides out your highs.
His head is thrown back, throat all gorgeous and on display- 
You love him a stupid amount, and it only makes your core throb harder around his cock while he fills you up with his cum. 
It doesn’t help that his fingers are still on your clit, and you twitch from oversensitivity, letting out another loud cry. Seungcheol’s eyes open, as if he hadn’t even realized what he was still doing, too lost in the feeling of your throbbing cunt- he’s quick to pull his hand away, resting it on your hip as his thrusts begin to slow.
“Fuck,” he groans, “that was good.” 
His lips find your shoulder, and you both do your best to slow your heavy breathing. 
“Now I really need that shower,” you joke, earning a chuckle from the man still inside of you.
“Let's do it,” he says, giving you one last kiss before he pulls out of you.
He grabs your hand, helping you to the shower-
“Shit, did you hear that?” His head turns towards the closed door.
“I didn’t hear anything,” you tell him.
“No, listen, there it is again-” Seungcheol lets go of your hand, and he quickly grabs his robe, wrapping it around his naked body. He opens the bathroom door. “Shit, we woke up one of the kids. I’ll be right back.”
He exits the bathroom, shutting you inside behind him as he tightens his robe, rushing to the large soundproof bedroom doors. When he opens them, he finds Hana standing there, her stuffed teddy in her arms.
“Is Mama okay?” she asks, looking up at him like she’s on the verge of tears.
“Yes, sweetheart,” Seungcheol is quick to sink to his knees, wrapping his daughter in a hug. “You know she gets night terrors sometimes. It was just a bad dream, but I got a shower started for her and she should be okay.”
“Are you sure?” Hana asks, wiping at her eyes.
Seungcheol releases her, taking a look at her face and helping her clear the tear tracks with his thumb. “Yes, love, mama is fine. Here, let me get you back to bed.”
He picks up his daughter, carrying her back to her room. She settles in alright, and with a quick kiss to her forehead and a goodnight, Seungcheol leaves her be. He’s in a rush to get back to you, and as he enters your room and ensuite bathroom, shrugging off his robe, he finds you in the shower.
“I swear that kid has super hearing,” he muses softly, joining you under the water spray and pulling your body tight to his own.
“Maybe our soundproof bedroom door isn’t as soundproof as we thought,” you suggest. “Did you tell her it was night terrors again?”
“That seems to be the company line, doesn’t it?” Seungcheol can’t help but chuckle. He feels a little bad that the lie has gone on for two years already, but what else is he supposed to say to a kid who just heard her mother screaming?
“Hey, Night Terror,” you tug him closer, “you look lost in thought. What’s on your mind?”
Seungcheol sighs. “Just that maybe we need to invest in some good earplugs for the kids.”
You laugh, snuggling close to his chest while he wraps you in his arms. “Darling, I love the way you think.”
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🔮 preview.  “Fuck the house, I want you here. Now.” You don’t waste another second, grabbing his face and crashing your lips against his. His own hands find your hips, and within moments he’s pulling you onto his lap, growling into the kiss. It’s clear from the way that he’s touching you that he has no objections to fucking in the hot tub.
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“Uncle Woo!” Hana lights up as one of her favorite people enters the house, and Wonwoo returns her smile, dropping onto one knee to embrace her.
“Hey, Hana,” he grins.
“They told us we were sleeping over with you but I almost didn’t believe it!” Hana raves.
“I got the guest room all set up for you two,” Wonwoo says, standing up while holding your daughter to his chest. His gaze shifts to Daehyun. “Uncle Mingyu and Uncle Vernon are going to pop by for a bit too, they’ve been missing watching soccer with you. I’ve got the game from earlier recorded, you could have some boys' time while I play princesses with Hana.”
God. You love Wonwoo. He’s the best uncle you could have asked for concerning your kids. It’s clear Seungcheol thinks the same, his grip tightening around you while his smile widens. You all watch Hana joyfully rant about playing princesses, and Daehyun is even smiling at the thought of spending time with his favorite uncles.
“Do you two have any special plans for tonight?” Wonwoo asks when there’s a lull in the conversation. 
It’s your anniversary tonight, and you definitely have special plans, but none you can discuss in front of the kids.
“Mostly just taking her out for dinner,” Seungcheol says, which is only half a lie as he turns to gaze at you with hearts in his eyes.
“Nothing too extreme,” you agree, patting his chest. 
Wonwoo gives you a look that tells you he sees through your bluff, but your kids are none the wiser, and - as it is with your ‘night terrors’ - at the end of the day, a few white lies to protect their innocence doesn’t hurt anybody.
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✧ UNDER THE SKIN
✧ werewolf!choi seungcheol x reader ✧ synopsis: walking through the autumn forest you know you're not alone. there's a predator after you. but can you really be considered his prey if you're more than willing to be caught? ✧ wc is approx. 4.6k ✧ tags: supernatural au, smut, slight horror? prey-and-predator roleplay except your boyfriend is literally a werewolf. ✧ warnings: minors do not interact. feelings of being watched/stalked, being watched/stalked; prey-and-predator dynamics, mentions of being eaten; power dynamics, strength kink, overstimulation. one mention of breeding. consent !! sex without a condom, sex in the forest; multiple rounds n multiple positions. mean!seungcheol, possessive!cheol. pet names (baby, princess, babygirl) ✧ part of the svthub fall-ing for you collab!! make sure to check out the other works!!!!
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the silence of the forest tries to convince you that you are completely alone. 
it was as if the entire wood was holding its breath. no breeze filtered through the leaves; no birds flew overhead. it was just you and the trees. 
it was completely still and you appeared to be alone. 
but you know you’re not. 
you wrap your flannel tighter around your body, the autumn air biting gently at your flesh. it wasn’t so cold that you found it intolerable, wasn’t so cold that you were searching for warmth. instead you sought comfort from your flannel, as if the fabric could shield you from whatever lurked in the forest. 
because you weren’t alone. 
you know that. you know that just as you know night would be falling in a few hours, just as you know that the full silver moon would soon begin creeping into the sky. 
you weren’t ignorant enough presume you would be lucky enough to escape the notice of whatever lurked in the depths of the forest. 
so you walk through the forest, looking up at the trees. their foliage was far prettier than the dull brown of the shrubbery. the trees boasted their beautiful colors, shades of vivid crimson and deep gold; there was an amber leaf on the ground larger than your hand, and you wishes that you had your phone so you could take a picture. 
instead you contine to walk. 
deeper and deeper you walk into the forest. it’s quiet except for your movements. even when you pass a brook, its cold waters rushing over smoothed stones, its song seems muted. 
maybe it was because you are all too aware that you were being watched. 
you can’t see your stalker. but you could feel them. you could feel the weight of their eyes on your body, could feel how the hairs at the back of your neck were rising. 
turning around only meant that you would be walking directly into their path. and so you continue onwards, deeper and deeper. 
you wish your boyfriend was here. 
seungcheol isn’t extraordinarily brave; he isn’t necessarily a hero. he didn’t push you in front of him when the two of you dared to go into haunted houses during halloween but he still rushed through them, his hand clamped tightly around yours as he tried to find an exit. 
he isn’t a physical fighter either. but there is something about seungcheol’s presence that humbled those around him. from his broad stature to his thick brows, seungcheols’a aura just said that he wasn’t someone to mess with. 
but you know him beneath that exterior. his cute pouts, his boyish laughter and charm. his devotion to you. that was who you wanted at your side right now, walking through the forest with that feeling of being watched never leaving. 
it would be nice to even hold his hand, you think. to feel his warm. even if you just linked your pinkie through his you would be all right. 
you pause beneath a maple tree. it is large, its leaves a gradient that shift from bright yellow to a fiery orange. 
a bird sings overhead. and you listen. it stops quickly, and you watch as it breaks from the treeline to fly away, abandoning you to whomever watched you walk through the forest. 
seungcheol wouldn’t abandon you. he would keep watch over you while you rested, would grab your hand and reassure you before leading you back through the forest. 
you continue on your way. 
eventually you come across a river. it is wide enough to where you don’t dare to swim and you know better than to think that you could wade across. fallen tree leaves float along, and you wish for a fleeting moment that you could be a leaf and just float away. 
but you weren’t a leaf. 
you follow the river alongside its muddy edge, walking quickly so your shoes won’t sink too far. there’s a bridge ahead, it’s black metal vivid against the beautiful and serene autumn scene. 
there is a gravel path that leads to the bridge. as soon as you step onto it, rocks shifting beneath your feet, you hear something. 
you can’t be sure of what it is. you couldn’t really make anything out, the noise quiet and muffled. but you know there’s something out there. 
you go still. 
you hear a bush rustling behind you, hidden, and that’s all you need to continue onward. you go onto the bridge, reaching for the cold railing. you slide your fingers along its surface as you walk, its frigidness biting at your fingers. 
you are halfway when you feel it. your entire body freezes, heart hammering so loudly in your chest that it almost sounds like thunder. you can’t move. you imagine this was what your ancestors felt like when they came upon a saber-tooth tiger or some other sort of apex predator. you imagine them frozen with horror; paralyzed with it. 
“look at me baby.”
as if his words were a commandment given by a god, you are powerless to do anything but obey. you turn on the bridge. 
and he’s standing there. 
he is stocky with broad shoulders and hips. his hair is a mop of black waves. you can’t make out his features, but you knew him and knew there was a smirk playing on his dark cherry lips, knew that his lips were twinkling underneath his thick brows. 
“you’ve walked awfully far, princess,” he says. he steps onto the bridge entirely. you watch him the way prey watches their hunters; fearful and observant. “don’t you think it’s time to stop? time to give in?”
for another horrifying moment you can’t speak. pure horror freezes your entire being. you were right, you had been followed, had been stalked through the forest. you wish you had been wrong. 
you knew him, knew the danger that lurked underneath his skin. 
your thigh twitched from being held so tightly for so long. you became alive again. 
you make a step back. he takes several more towards you, walking casually, uncaring of your fear. you can only move a little compared to his broad, relaxed steps. 
he continues to talk as he moves towards you. “i thought you would’ve given up by now, baby. would’ve turned back to the car before now.”
“you --” your voice breaks. “you’re -- you leave me alone.”
“aw,” he says, now close enough that you can see his grin. “it’s cute that you think you’ve got any authority here, princess.”
it’s horrible the way that his words electrify you. they send shocks of fear and something you refuse to name through your system; make your entire being alive with something other than fear. 
he looks up to the sky. you can’t help but follow his gaze. the sun was sinking, the light blue of the sky making way for sweet pinks and soft oranges. 
“the full moon is tonight.” he puts his hands into his coat pockets, looking back at you and still grinning. the two of you are still too far apart for you to make the fine details of him, such as his eyelashes but you swear you can see his canines; see hos abnormally long they were and how they glinted in the light. 
“the sun’s going down.” he keeps his gaze on you as he continues across the bridge, his footfalls striking fear further into your heart. “looks like we’ve missed supper, princess. but don’t worry. i think i see something temping in front of me . . . “
“and i just can’t wait to eat you up.”
his words seem to get you back into motion. you turn on him and begun to run to the other side of the bridge, footsteps loud, every fiber in your being screaming at you to get away. 
get away, get away, get away from him, get away from that wolf. 
you can hear him running after you. you need to go quick, need to go faster. 
“come on princess!” he shouts. you try to pick up speed. you need to go and go and go, needed to find your way back to your car. need to get in and lock the door and go far far away. 
the wolf was going to get you. and he was going to devour you. 
“stop running babe!” you leave the gravel path behind, breaking into the treeline and into the forest. “I’m gonna get you! running will just prolong it!”
the trees blend, and your breath becomes harsher. your heart hammers in your chest. 
you can’t keep running. you can’t hide either, not with his superior sense of smell due to his nature. 
you conclude that you will have to try and fight when you feel something grab you. you’re yanked back and you can feel arms wrap around you before the combined momentum of his body hitting yours makes you strike the ground. 
you don’t land on the ground but on him. for a moment you are breathless, hands clenching at his flannel as you fight for breath. he’s not out of breath at all, and his thick eyebrows are high on his face as he watches you. 
“told you i’d catch you,” he says, smug. his eyes flicker over your face, drinking you in. “now you’re mine, princess.”
you push back against him, trying to tear yourself out of his arm, thick arms. he lets you go for a moment, letting you think that you can get away. then his arms are wrapping back around you, pushing. 
he traps you against the ground. you can hear leaves crinkling underneath your body as you lash out against the man, trying to push his body away. but he’s sturdy, his thick thighs framing yours and his hands pressing against your shoulders and keeping you down. 
“come on, baby,” he says, thick lips pushed into a pout. “stop fighting me. i’ve got you.”
you nearly have your breath when he begins to lower his face to yours. you can’t help but look at him, take in his striking features. the set of his eyes, the sweet brown of them. his smirk and how his lips are slightly cracked. 
his breath ghosts over your face as he takes you in. his lips hover over your cheeks; your temple. his body is warm and heavy on you, to the point where you can no longer feel the bitter autumn air. 
he moves his hand to your face. he presses his palm against your cheek, thumb rubbing over your bottom lip. he has you in the literal palm of his hand and you were helpless. all thoughts of fighting has left your system and you can’t help but bask in his presence now that he’s here. 
“see?” he is smirking. his thumb tugs at your mouth. his canines look awfully sharp. “all the fight’s left you, baby. you’re in my arms, where you belong.”
that sends the fight back into you. you wrinkle your face, hands releasing their grip on his flannel to push at him again. “fuck you!”
he laughs. “come on, princess. just a taste, babygirl. just a bite.”
he shifts on you, weight going to your thighs. he moves his face back to yours, lips skimming over the curve of your cheek and the line of your jaw. 
“just a bite,” he echoes. as soon as you feel his teeth against your skin you freeze, hand going back to his coat and twisting. 
it’s horrible, you think. horrible that you’re so eager for him. 
you tilt your head back, baring your neck. 
you can feel his smile against your throat. he bites at your neck weakly, without any real intent. you can’t help but whine. 
“see princess? you’re so eager for me, so willing.” his words send a flood of warmth through your body and you can feel it as they settle in your cunt, could feel the way your juices begin to wet your panties.
you whine something that sounds like a name. he exhales against your skin, one of his hands moving against your body. he moves his hand up underneath your shirt. you can’t help but jolt as your body is exposed to the chilled autumn air. 
“don’t worry, baby,” he soothes. he presses his nose against your throat, breathing you in. his hands settles against your stomach, thumb swiping at your skin. “i’ll take good care of you, princess.”
it’s horrible, you think. your boyfriend is such a sweet man. he buys you more clothes and jewelry than you know what to do with, spoiling you relentlessly. he treats you as if you’re a princess. he loves you with every fiber of his being, loves your fiercely and treasures you more than any diamond. 
and here he is, body settled over yours. he stalked you through the forest, used his werewolf senses to track you down and make you feel like you were being hunted. he has you trapped beneath him, has you wishing so desperately he would just devour you. 
he was your kind, sweet boyfriend.
and here he is reminding you that underneath his skin he’s a predator. 
and you are his prey. 
seungcheol's hand moves further up your shirt as his mouth diligently works against your neck. he nibbles at your skin, alternating between biting gently and sucking. he's teasing you, you know; teasing you and making you nothing but putty beneath him.
"get off," you mumble, words quiet and body moving against him, trying to feel more and more of him. "leave me alone."
you can feel seungcheol grin against your skin. his fingers skim along the underside of your breast and through your bra, but you can feel the scrape of his nail against you. your mind focuses on the tingling sensation, and when he shifts on you again, his knee coming up and pressing against your cunt, you can't help but get truly desperate.
immediately you're flattening your cunt against his knee, rubbing against it through the layers of fabric.
he laughs at you. "see? i've barely even done anything to you and you're so desperate for me, princess. you could cum from just this, can't you?"
you shake your head in denial. seungcheol moves his hand over your breast, tracing your nipple through your bra. his begins sucking at your skin in favor, grinding his knee up against your cunt.
"cheol," you sob out, fingers grabbing at him. "need more."
"so much for pretending," he laughs. he pulls his face from your neck. "chasing you really got you all bothered, didn't it?"
"don't make fun of me!" you can't help but whine at him.
seungcheol chuckles again. he's grinning at you, eyes sparkling with affection. "what do you want to do? keep playing?"
you sniffle. "please."
his smile hardens into something more cunning. he takes out his hand from underneath your shirt, letting the cold air hit your stomach again. "hm? what's that, baby? want me to be the big bad wolf? want me to be mean and rough?"
you want it. horribly, you want it. the thought of your boyfriend, your big strong werewolf boyfriend, loosing himself.
"come on babygirl. use your words."
"please," you beg.
seungcheol laughs again. "fuck, princess. such a fucking slut, aren't you? so fucking desperate. you don't care what's going on as long as i'm fucking you."
"just want you," you agree. and you did. you wanted seungcheol so fucking much. wanted him, his strong hands pressing you against the forest floor, his fat cock fucking into your cunt. you wanted him in a way you never wanted anything else, a way completely foreign to except for when you were with choi seungcheol.
"cute." seungcheol moves off of you just enough so he could begin working at your pants. he pops the button of your jeans quickly, pulling your jeans off just as fast. you can't even despair at the cold air before he's moving his body back over yours.
"can't believe you ran from me." he pushes his knee back up to your cunt. now that your jeans were out of the way you could feel him better, could feel the scratch of his jeans against your cunt and through your panties better.
and it feels so fucking good. grinding your cunt down on his knee, using him. it sends sparks to your gut and cunt, and your hips move on their own, searching.
"ran from me and here you are, fucking yourself on my knee." seungcheol lowers his face back to yours, lips skimming over your cheek. he doesn't kiss you. normally his lips are constantly against yours, devouring your mouth. but he keeps his mouth away from yours, and it does something to your mind to know that your boyfriend, the man who would give you the world, won't give you this one thing.
"my hands are cold, baby," he says. seungcheol moves his hand back along your chest, letting his fingers skim over you. "guess i'll just have to use you to get warmed up."
you shake your head, trying to remember the plot. "nnn -- no -- pervert --"
but then you grab his hand and push it down. seungcheol slips his hand into your panties, finding your cunt and molding his hand against it naturally.
"fuck, princess," he sighs, lashes fluttering. "cunt's so fucking warm. gonna feel so good milking my cock."
your cunt tightens at his words, wishing it was his cock. he grins, mouth to your neck. he mouths at your neck, kissing sloppily while his hand slowly moves at your pussy.
he works his hand against you, fingers slow. he draws his fingers against your cunt and clit over and over and over, playing your pussy through your panties languidly; as if you were in the comfort of your bed and not on the forest floor, bodies surrounded by fallen autumn leaves.
seungcheol works you to orgasm slowly. satisfaction escapes you -- you want more. you want him fucking you, want him rough against you.
but seungcheol refuses. he bites and licks at your neck, marking you. he maneuvers his fingers so his thumb is pressing flat against your clit through the fabric of your underwear. he focuses on your clit, dragging his thumb over it.
and you hate it.
his hand at your cunt has you whining, hips bucking up and begging for more. your panties are soaked through, warm from the heat of your pussy. you can't feel him the way you want to, can't feel all of him the way you so desperately need.
"need," you rasp out. one of your hands moves to the forest ground beside you, grabbing. leaves crinkle in your grasp. "more, please. more, need more, cheol."
seungcheol removes his hand from your cunt. you whine high at the back of your throat. you wanted more, didn't want him to take his hand away completely.
"such a little slut for me," he laughs. he moves back, sitting. seungcheol grabs your panties in both hands and pulls. your underwear is ripped, and he tosses them aside. "all i had to do was get you beneath me, huh? just had to show some dominance and you're nothing but an eager little slut."
"not," you protest. his hands smooth over your thighs and then he's pushing them apart. "not a slut."
"no?" he moves his hand along your skin, fingernails dragging and sending sparks through you. "then what would you call it, princess? running from me only to give up as soon as i get my hands on you?"
"you're mean."
seungcheol raises a thick brow. he doesn't disagree. his hand finds your cunt naturally. two of his thick fingers hook into your pussy just as quickly, familiar with your body.
"i'm mean?" he slowly feeds his fingers into you, sliding them until you've taken their entire length. you can't help but let your eyes roll back, mouth parting in a wordless moan. his fingers were always so thick, stretching out your cunt and making it burn in the most delightful way.
"i'm mean and yet here i am, fucking your little cunt with my fingers on the forest floor."
"you're not," you argue, voice tight. "you're just sitting there. not moving them, just fucking using my -- my --"
he grins. "your what, princess?"
you refuse to say it, twisting your fingers against the leaves on either side of you. the autumn air bites at your skin but you can't care, can't care when seungcheol's body is framing you and his thick fingers are up your pussy.
"say it." with one hand in your cunt he uses the other to push back his hair, showing off how he has one eyebrow cocked. "gotta use your words, baby. or i'll just leave you here. make you walk all the way to your car with no panties, cunt wanting more."
you whine. "i -- cheol."
he hums, shifting. the movement has his fingers sliding, just slightly, in your pussy. it's just enough to remind you of how desperate you are.
"please," you beg, "please cheol. i want -- i want you to fuck me, want you to fuck -- fuck my pussy."
seungcheol laughs, and then he's pulling his fingers from your pussy. you don't have a chance to miss his fingers before he's shoving them back in. he isn't gentle, and he's fucking your cunt with his fingers the way he would use his cock.
the pain of being opened isn't pain so much as it is that pleasure-pain that you crave. the sort that you seek out after a long day. it's the sort that has you moaning and letting your legs fall all the way open, allowing seungcheol to move closer.
you could cum like this.
but then seungcheol moves his hand from your pussy entirely. you groan, hips still moving up in hopes of him sinking his hand back into your pussy. you want, you want and want and want and here he was, depriving you, turning you into this wanton creature.
seungcheol then works at his jeans and all the protests vanish. you watch hungrily as he discards his jeans and underwear.
his dick makes you drool as soon as you see it. thick and long and pretty. he wraps his hand around it, rubbing at the head. you can't help but watch, greedy, as a white pearl of cum begins to bead at its tip.
"want it?" he asks despite knowing you do. "should make you beg, shouldn't i? make you beg for my cock."
you open your mouth to do just that but then he's on you. seungcheol's large hands are on your body, moving you, manipulating you. he flips you onto your front, moving you to rest on your knees. you can feel him press his cock against your ass, and, like a slut, you push back against him, hoping he'd fuck into you.
seungcheol does. he fucks into your cunt, shoving his dick into your pussy and mounting you like an animal. as if you were both animals. he allows your pussy to adjust for just a moment, just long enough for you to grab at the ground and bury your face against the cold dirt.
and then seungcheol's fucking you. he rams his cock into your pussy, relentless. the angle due to the position has you drooling, has you biting your lips and moaning.
"take it," he commands, hands grabbing at your hips. he holds you still, making you take his cock. "running from me like you're not mine, like you're not mine to fuck. like your cunt isn't mine, princess, like you're warm little pussy isn't mine to fuck and breed and your body isn't mine."
and seungcheol fucks you like you're his. fucks you like you're his and nobody else's, like he owns you, owns you just to fuck you.
you could nearly cum like that.
but he doesn't let you.
because choi seungcheol looks like a cute, doting boyfriend. but underneath underneath that he's a mean, greedy wolf that wants.
seungcheol draws out of you, the slide of his dick making your toes curl. he manipulates you again, arms wrapping around your waist and lifting. he uses his strength to bring snap his dick into your pussy over and over, relentless in his search.
"fucking princess," he growls. and then his fingers are back to your cunt, sliding against your wet pussy and finding your clit. he matches his pace with how he rubs at your clit, and soon enough he's bringing an orgasm that comes crashing through your body.
he doesn't stop there of course. seungcheol continues fucking you. he rams into your pussy, shoving his fat dick into your warm pussy.
"mine," he says, voice low in the back of his throat. seungcheol ducks his head, pushing you back to the ground and covering your body with his. you can see his canines, long and white, glinting; can see the ring of golden that had begun to grow around his pupils.
"yours," you agree.
you quickly become oversensitive. each thrust in and out has you whining, has you wiggling in his grasp. seungcheol doesn't care. you don't protest and so he continues, fucking into you.
you orgasm again. seungcheol grins, teeth sharp. "that's it," he says. "milk my cock, pretty girl."
he's moving you again. you're light underneath his hands, his strength allowing him to move you however. he's moving you back onto your front, one arm looping around your middle to keep your ass pressed against him and his cock sheathed deep in your pussy.
but it's not satisfying. not to him.
and so he moves again. he pushes you, his hand between the blades of your back and keeping you still. each slap of his hips against you leaves a sting, but it's so delicious you can't, and don't want to, do anything other than take it.
in this new position he seems to find what he was searching for. seungcheol growls, something that sounds more animal than human. he rams into you, cock striking your core with each thrust, harsh and strong and rough.
you know you're making loud, obnoxious whines. but you can't stop. not when he's fucking you like he wants to breed you, when he's fucking you like this.
"fuckin' running from me," he hisses, "running like you're not mine. i've got you, princess. fucking got you."
when seungcheol cums he's filling you to the brim. he's painting the inside of you white with his spunk, marking you. when he pulls out he's still hard, and he takes himself in hand. seungcheol fucks into his fist as he looks at you, eyes roaming over your body as you lay against the forest floor.
when he spills again it's on your bare ass, marking you on the outside. you don't think he'll ever stop cumming. eventually, however, he does.
seungcheol drapes himself over you, ignoring the mess. he pants into your ear, arms wrapping around your body and holding you.
you don't know how long the two of you lay on the ground. the front of your body, the part pressed against the dirt, is cold. everywhere seungcheol touches is warm, and when he finally goes to pull away you whine, not wanting to loose his touch.
in the end seungcheol carries you back to the car. he holds you like you weigh nothing. you can see the gold begin to eclipse the brown of his eyes, and when he speaks its in a rasp.
he tucks you into the car, pulling the blankets around your body. seungcheol presses kisses to your face, lingering, not wanting to leave.
when he finally does move from you he's at the edge of transformation. he can barely speak, sweat beginning to dot his hairline.
but seungcheol darts forward for one more kiss despite this, clingy and wanting. because despite the werewolf exterior, despite the fact that he is, by all appearances he is a monster, seungcheol, under his skin, yours.
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strawberryya · 7 months
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s.coups x reader
synopsis: Secrets can only be kept as secrets for so long, everyone knows this. Yet when 5.C0UP5 came in contact with someone he never should have even known existed this notion seemed as foreign as his own name. Perhaps there exists another way of life even for him, or maybe it was all a dream too big to dream of. 
word count: 20k
genre/contains: sci-fi au, AI-idol au, automaton!seungcheol, angst, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, found family, afab and gn!reader, general smut warnings for oral and penetrative sex, nothing kinky except being eaten out while talking on the intercoms and some almost being caught moments, big fight
rating: 18+
a/n: this has taken a long time to finish, but it also turned out to be my longest fic to date and I'm a bit proud that i managed to actually complete what i had in mind :> thank you @idyllic-ghost for proof reading and for the banner !!
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“100 years ago it was thought that the Earth, as we know it, would disintegrate. That the sun would implode and leave everything in darkness. Miraculously, it didn’t. Due to some external force, human scientists still haven’t agreed upon what it exactly was, none of the planets in our former solar system were ever destroyed. The Earth, along with the other planets, were pushed away from each other and ended up in different parts of the universe. Earth just happened to come to a solar system with alien life. At first, we were cautious, and people were prepared to fight. However, the aliens were welcoming to our planet. Those of us who didn’t die from ‘The Great Journey’ or from trying to fight the aliens, were welcomed into the new solar system. Soon enough, we had integrated completely, and we received materials and assistance from our sister planets in exchange for human labor. What humans knew of technology was very limited, but with the resources of the aliens we created artificial life forms. We named these robots Automaton, and they served as workers when humans couldn’t. Eventually, there was no need for human labor at all. To pay back for the help the aliens gave us, we used Automatons. With the extensive development of these robots, we eventually managed to create artificial sentient life. These Automatons were human-like in looks and had human consciousness, but they could not bleed and were stronger than we ever could be. At the present time, there are even different levels of Automatons. Level 3 robots are the workers, level 2 robots are the caretakers, and level 1 robots are the celebrities. The Automaton music group 53V3NT33N (SEVENTEEN) is made up of 13 members, all very talented, and all representing two human states of mind.”
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Pride. It was one side of 5.C0UP5 state of mind, and he felt it often. He felt it whenever he looked at his members, he felt it whenever he performed on stage in front of blinding lights and roaring crowds, and he felt it when he looked at you.
Yet, the other side of the coin of his pre-programmed personality was what crushed him every single day. Everything he took pride in having accomplished, was completely tarnished by a single thought about your lips on his skin. The shame was unbearable. 
You had never been meant to get close to him, he was not supposed to be close to anyone. He knew this better than anyone. As the leader of 53V3NT33N he was the one to keep everyone in check. He was meant to set a good example and be the perfect level 1 automaton at all times. For years he kept his promise to everyone, he continued to avoid all things that could ruin his reputation and go against his lifelong contract which he had become bound to the moment he had been created. It hadn’t been easy, but he had taken pride in being the perfect and flawless leader for his members. 
That guilty feeling in his gut came back once again as he left the dorm with his manager. “Lookin’ good,” he heard the voice of one of his members play in his ear. J30NGHΛN stood, next to some of his staff members across the lobby, curiously looking at 5.C0UP5. “Going somewhere fun today?” he said and pushed the communication device on his chest, letting 5.C0UP5 hear his every word. 
“You’re too curious J30NGHΛN,” he said with a smile, “We’re just gonna get some pictures at a café for this week’s posts.” It was one of the few things he did a couple of times a year, even under the strict surveillance of his company and its staff. No matter what, he had to sell the fantasy of himself to millions of people all around the universe. 
“Oh, I see… have fun,” J30NGHΛN said with a tone that made 5.C0UP5 feel his fingers, the chirping sound of his voice making him conscious of his own existence in a way he despised. the damn wink didn’t help. It was as if he knew something. Maybe everyone knew? 5.C0UP5 shook his head and began walking towards the exit along with his manager. He felt his members’ curious gaze following him as he left. Maybe the secrets were beginning to take their toll on his mind. He knew he was supposed to keep his emotions in check, the overpowering of one of his programmed human states of mind would be his demise. They had told him that much. Yet again, he told himself the same words he had spent so many days and nights telling himself. Nobody knows. 
Luckily, the café that had been chosen for today was only a couple blocks away. The cold sweat that ran down his back went unnoticed by the staff accompanying him in the shuttle used by the members whenever they needed to go to filming locations and individual shoots.  
“Let’s order some smaller stuff and get the shoot over with, we don’t have all day,” one of the managers announced, making 5.C0UP5 nod with a forced smile before he went back to looking out the window. His hand fell to his side, feeling the hard outline of his phone in his pocket. 
Entrusted to him by the company, he had been allowed to have a small flip phone. It was ancient. They used to have them in the old world, but even by the start of “The Great Journey” the technology was seen as outdated. By the current standards, however, the phone he had been granted was not worth much more than the shoelace on his sneakers. To him though, it was priceless. 
He was nervous now, his hands felt clammy, and his shoulders were tense as he walked into the café along with the staff members. One of them hurried off to the counter and placed your orders while 5.C0UP5 and two others made their way towards the corner table. The young couple currently sitting at the table were quickly removed by the staff members. It was routine, nothing more than a sentence informing the couple of why they needed to get up was given before they were chased off by the staff members threatening presence. 
He would never get used to that, the way others were treated around him as he stood by, powerless to intervene. Every time he felt ashamed of being the reason the rest of the population had to accommodate whatever his company, his owners, deemed profitable. It didn’t matter if it was evacuating an entire city block to film a music video where the buildings crumbled around the members, or something as insignificant as taking over a table at a popular café. The guilt was always there. 
The young couple hastily gathered their belongings and one of the waiters came over and cleaned up the table, apologies for the mess constantly pouring from their lips. Level 3 automatons could get fired for something like this, but at the same time, 5.C0UP5 couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy as he watched the worker get back to his place behind the counter. Maybe life would be better if he too was a lower-level automaton, he found himself thinking as he sat down and was served the beverage and piece of dessert that the staff had ordered for him. He would be freer in a way…
“5.C0UP5, let’s go.” 
He picked up the drink in his hand, the cold from the iced drink bringing his mind away from his thoughts and back into reality where a staff member had just fixed the collar of his shirt and fixed his hair which had been ruffled by the wind. “Look over there,” the staff said as another one snapped hundreds of pictures as he moved around on his chair. The rehearsed smiles, the sip of the drink, and the way he leaned toward the camera all satisfied the staff it seemed. He was good at his job, and acting like a down-to-earth boyfriend at a café was just another part of his job. 
What wasn’t part of his job, however, was when he felt a buzz in his pocket and without a second thought spilled half his drink across his thighs, the fabric covering his knees now the color of his drink. “Oh!” he shouted, “I’m sorry. I’ll go clean up real fast and we can continue like nothing happened, I’m so sorry, I’ll fix it!” he hurried to say before any of the staff members could even comprehend the situation he had just created. Hastily, 5.C0UP5 rose from the chair and left his staff confused and shocked at the table. “Fuck- someone go watch the door, no one else can be in there at the same time he is.” he heard them say behind his back as he hurried off towards the door to the bathroom. 
There were multiple doors inside the bathroom, each leading to a small bathroom. He didn’t know where to go, he didn’t know where he was supposed to be. He didn’t need to look very far because as he approached the second door to the right it opened for only a moment and a hand pulled him forcefully through the opening. “Finally,” a person said with a smile before they kissed him passionately in the low light of the lightbulb attached to the dark mosaic tiles above the sink. 5.C0UP5 entire body heated up from within as his lips pressed against those familiar soft lips he knew belonged to you. 
He had dreamed of those very lips every night since he first got to kiss them all those months ago. “Hi,” he whispered and let the corners of his mouth turn up in the most genuine smile he had had all day. 
“Hi…” you answered and giggled softly, feeling his warm hands on your cheeks as he held you and kissed you once again, softly and as if to make you feel how much he had missed you as he held your lips locked against his. 
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“Are you meeting up with that secret fuck buddy of yours?” Lana joked as you scrambled to grab your phone and keys on your way out for lunch break. 
The office supply store was empty at this hour, and you had thirty minutes until you had to be back again; the perfect amount of time for a quick meetup with Cheol. You had to be back in time to release Lana, your co-worker, and close friend, from her shift and let her take her own lunch break since your boss had deemed it necessary to have the store manned at all hours of the day. 
Or, well, 5.C0UP5 if you were fussy about things like that. That was his real name, his legal name. To you, however, he was Seungcheol. It had been months since you had called the wrong number in your hurry to order a pizza after work, starving and sleep-deprived as you were at the time you hadn’t been looking too closely at the numbers you were putting into the keypad on your phone. Luckily for you, the craving for pizza that night had led you to discover something new that you soon began craving much more and much more often - him. 
His enchanting voice had caught you off guard that first night, and his confused and cautious “Who is this?” had, incredibly enough, been the starting point of you two talking every chance you got since then. Late nights chatting away on, what you have to admit were very sketchy websites, and the occasional call which was made with hushed voices and both of your hearts pounding away, had been most of your relationship. It sometimes felt like an imaginary relationship, since no one could know who he was, and even more importantly -  know who you were to him. 
“He’s not my fuck buddy, he’s…” you retorted. 
“See, do you even know what he thinks you two are? You won’t even show me any pictures of him, is he super ugly or something?” Lana shouted as you hurried towards the back door. 
“Shut up! I’ll see you later!” you yelled and the door slammed shut behind you. The back alley was filled with trash and scrap metal. The teenage boy from the large family who lived atop the store was smoking as he kicked bolts around on the ground. He looked up as you passed, and an uncomfortable feeling in your gut appeared as you felt him watch you while you exited the back alley and went onto the bustling street. Your phone buzzed in your back pocket and you fished it up. 
Unknown. 12.31.
“I’ll be there in 10, leaving now.” 
It was from Cheol. You wouldn't be getting any more updates from him until tonight, at least he had confirmed that he would be coming. Quickly you deleted the text from your phone and put the phone back into your pocket as a strange sense of being watched made the skin on your neck prickle. You looked around, moving your shoulders as if to shake the feeling away. 
You hurried away and towards the café, the uncomfortable feeling still haunting you as you entered the café and headed straight to the restroom. 
Would he come this time?
You could never be certain. He always did his best to keep his promises, but if the circumstances wouldn’t allow him to leave the group of managers that always circled him whenever he stepped outside the shiny company doors, keeping you a secret was more important. It didn’t hurt any less whenever he stood you up though. 
Knowing that his reasons for acting as he did were because of his status as a level 1 automaton had shaken you to the core at first, but it had also been a relief. He had told you who he was after a couple of weeks when you had become convinced you had accidentally begun an affair with a married man, he had been forced to confess his real identity. At least you weren’t a home wrecker, was the thought that helped you reconcile with the fact that he would never be free to live a normal life with you. 
Now you were seated on the toilet seat cover, your ear pressed to the door, your hand on the handle ready to pull it open. Time moved slower than usual, but your heartbeat was racing along with your mind. 
Then you heard him, it was undeniably his voice that made its way past the music, chatting, and the coffee machines. He was coming to you. You could barely hear when he opened the first door into the restrooms over the sound of your blood rushing in your ears. Without a second thought, you opened the door enough to register the man you had thought about all too often lately and pulled him by the arm inside the small bathroom you had occupied. His biceps tensed as you pulled him and your body lit on fire because of it. God, he was so wonderfully big. Everything from his biceps to his cock was just so perfectly huge, and you went mad any time you thought about it. You kissed him in a passionate kiss, pressing your entire body against his. You fit so well together, his hands on your face and yours wrapped around his body. 
You wanted more, you wanted all of him, all the time. You wanted to cry because you knew you couldn't have him. With tears pricking your eyes you let Seungcheol pull back to look into your eyes. 
“Hi,” he whispered and smiled. You said hi back softly before the excitement and the giggles overtook your lips. You kissed him again, this time he saw to it that it was a soft and gentle kiss. A small wince left your throat, making Seungcheol quickly turn on the faucet, hoping it would drown out any noises. “Sorry,” you mumbled against his plush lips. 
“Don’t worry, it’s partially my fault,” he said pridefully. 
You were about to laugh, but instead, you pushed up his shirt, exposing his perfectly sculpted upper body to your touch. “Fuck you,” you said under your breath. 
“‘Fuck me please’ is what you meant, yeah?” he cockily corrected you without missing a beat, flipping you both so you stood with your back against the wall he had been facing away from. You gasped as he lifted you off the ground with the wall helping to pin you between his stiff cock and the cold and hard wall. 
He was right, even though you hadn’t allowed yourself to get your hopes up, you had been feeling unusually needy lately. The thoughts of him filling you up in any way constantly on your mind, you were already turned on as you entered the café with the small promise of him setting foot in there to meet you later. 
“Please, fuck me,” you gasped out, feeling your arousal soak your underwear at the thought of his girthy cock inside of you. “I need you to be quiet,” he mumbled against your lips. 
At this, you nodded fervently. Finally, you would feel him stretching you open again, bruising your insides with the force of his strokes like you had dreamt of after every single time you had managed to get together like this before. The moments were rare, but you made the most of the short time you had, to say the least. 
His tongue quickly found yours as he ground you on his erection, eliciting a low moan and making you open your mouth for him to enter. Warm hands wandered your body, his gentle touch making you swoon as he held you with so much love, while the promise of him fucking you like the slut you were hung in the air. 
A knock on the door, and both of you froze up, his bulge pressing right on your clit making it unbearable not to move. You winced only slightly as Seungcheol’s lips left yours, deciding to put your now lonely lips to use, kissing down his jaw and neck with soft little pecks and nibbles. “What?” Seungcheol asked over the sound of the water running, his tone a bit more agitated than he had intended. Not that he was at fault, he had a soaking cunt begging to be fucked right above his cock, and lips that made him go insane on his neck; someone disturbing him right now was not what he needed. 
“How much longer do you need? We don’t have all day to wait around for a pair of pants to dry up.” the staff member on the other side of the door said, earning a sigh from Seungcheol. 
After a moment of silence, he groaned and shouted towards the locked door. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right, I’ll be right out.” 
No, you thought, your limbs holding onto the man who you had just only gotten a taste of even harder than before. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. 
“I need you to be patient for me until next time, can you be good for me and wait?” he mumbled against your hair, your lips still attached to the skin right below Seungcheol’s collar. “Yes,” you said against his neck, letting go of his skin in favor of burying your face in the warmth of his chest. He put you down on the floor, his arms releasing the back of your thighs and instead wrapping around your body. For just a moment he held you close until the buzzing of the dryer died out and he loosened his hold on you. 
You pressed your body against the wall as Seungcheol unlocked the door and disappeared through it just as quickly as he had been pulled in through it. 
“Sorry, it didn’t come off.” you heard him say through the doors. 
“We can’t get the shots if you’re all messed up like this, let’s tell the crew that we’re going back instead. Come on 5.C0UP5.” The staff member who had been just a few steps away from you two while they waited outside the restroom door responded as the voices got fainter and blended into the sounds of the café. 
You sat in silence with your hand on the door handle as his voice disappeared completely. In the beginning, you had enjoyed the thrill and noncommitment of him not being able to be there to be an actual boyfriend because of his work and position in life, you recalled as you felt all the emotions in your body dissolve into nothing. 
A small pain in your chest was the only thing left. The late-night thoughts you whispered in the dark, and the messages you had sent each other that contained your deepest yearnings and your worst fears. They had gotten to you, and it didn’t help that whenever you got a taste of having him physically there with you, you rarely- never- wanted to let go. But you always had to. 
“Enough wallowing, this isn’t changing anything,” you mumbled as you wiped your face from the wetness that had seeped from your eyes without you noticing. You needed to hurry back to relieve Lana from her shift you realized as you checked your watch, seeing that you were already supposed to be back at the store. 
You didn’t waste much more time after that, hastily making your way out of the bathroom, checking behind you as you left the café to make sure nobody had paid any attention to you. Like a punch in the gut, the feeling of being watched returned as your eyes landed on a dark-clad figure staring at you through the shop window. He had no reason to follow you with his gaze as you hurried across the street, away from the café, away from the gut-wrenching feeling that something was awry. 
He wasn’t looking at you, right? You were just getting too paranoid, that’s all, right? 
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5.C0UP5 had been daydreaming the entire way back to the company, his mind taking him back to the moments he could hold you in his arms. His body couldn’t ache for you, but his mind almost had him believing that he did. Some days, he almost believed himself to have a heart. A heart that broke each time he had to leave you behind. 
It wasn’t until he got back to the dorms where he got a glimpse of his members, and friends since he had been put into this world, that he finally felt himself come down back to reality. They were everywhere, some he saw in the lobby along with their hoards of staff members just like his own. Some were in the dorms, sleeping, or at least in a state of being that looked like sleeping as they charged. 
Others were nowhere to be found, not that he went looking. They could mind themselves, he knew they would never do anything to make him less proud of them. To 5.C0UP5, he was the bigger worry. 
He was just about to let himself rest and recharge, to try and forget the pain in the back of his mind, haunting him even as he saw his members wandering the dormitories and the company hallways. You were always in the back of his mind, no matter what he did to try and forget. Somehow, he had accidentally let you in, and now you were half his world. The hidden side of the moon, the side which should always remain in darkness, no matter how closely you look. 
A staff member who had left him just minutes ago as they entered the guarded company building came back, not even bothering to knock before they entered the room in which 5.C0UP5 sat on his bed. “5.C0UP5, you need to follow me, the CEO has something to talk to you about.” 
It had happened before, he met with the CEO every once in a while. After all, he was the spokesperson for the group, even if they didn’t have many (any) rights, they still needed to have someone to be their voice. This time, however, the meeting wasn’t scheduled. The CEO wanted to have an impromptu meeting with him… his hand unconsciously fell against his left side pocket, worry filling his mind even though he tried to make sense of why he had been called in to talk to the management. 
Even as he entered the large office of the CEO he had been in more times than he could count, something felt off. People he had never met sat in chairs all around the walls. Guards stood at the door, looking more tense than he had ever seen them before, and the CEO himself had the strangest expression he had ever worn. 5.C0UP5 waited until he was spoken to, as he had been instructed so many times before. Honoring the one who made sure he had the comfortable life he currently had was something he had been taught from the very first day he had opened his eyes. 
“Hello 5.C0UP5.” the suit-clad man in the dark chair said. He spoke calmly, but not kindly. 5.C0UP5 picked up on his tone immediately. 
“Hello, Sir,” he answered and bowed his head ever so slightly, his eyes never leaving the man in front of him. The room was dark, but the photos splayed out on the desk in front of the CEO finally caught 5.C0UP5’s eye. He could recognize them even at this distance and brightness. His head worked ceaselessly to find the moment it had begun, the moment they had found out. Because in front of the CEO, he could spot hundreds of pictures of the one person he wished they would never even see: you. 
All that went through 5.C0UP5’s mind when he realized what had finally happened was fuck.
“I understand that you have been seeing this human for a while… did you think we wouldn’t find out?” the CEO said, almost laughing at him as he sat in his chair looking over the pictures, each one containing your face, at work, at the café from earlier that day, at home. They had you right under their nail, ready to remove you from the planet at any second. He wanted to scream. 
The CEO cleared his throat before he threw the photo he held in his hand on the glass desk in front of him. “Now, unless you want us to eliminate this problem of yours, you will be rebooted first thing tomorrow.” 
5.C0UP5 knew he wasn’t supposed to protest, he wasn’t even supposed to think anything other than “Yes, Sir,” but before he could stop himself he spoke his mind. 
“Please, no… Why would you do that? It doesn’t make any sense. If I’m found breaking the rules, I’m to be demoted, not- not this!”
“Seventeen is currently the galaxy’s top band 5.C0UP5, and you are their leader, you have an image to uphold. And since you failed at doing this, we want to reboot your system, that way you will be able to stay and your group members' reputations won’t be tarnished, and most importantly. This little issue will be resolved because you won’t even remember this little human.”
The CEO wasn’t smiling as he had thought before, the CEO had never once smiled. His eyes were dead, nothing more than a ghost of a human left inside of him. At least 5.C0UP5 felt something, at least he could smile, at least he could love…
He could love. He had felt it. So why was he about to get punished for something his management swore he couldn’t feel? Hoped he couldn’t, might be more accurate, 5.C0UP5 realized. 
“How did you know?” he asked, the glare he received was enough that the management had begun running out of patience for him already. 
“Does it matter? We know everything about you.” the CEO answered curtly. 
Just like that the pieces fell into place, they had known all along. He felt the piece of metal that clung to his chest like a stone, stuck in his body and destroying him from within. They had known all along… The upcoming release of their new comeback was what they were worried about, he soon realized. They had hoped he would stop of his own free will, after all, he had the personality trait of shame. He should’ve already ended whatever he had with you. 
However, he hadn’t. And now it would become an issue if they didn’t handle it quickly and quietly. 
Despite that, the thought that overpowered all others at that moment wasn’t about how small he felt as he realized the true power the company had over him, or how much he loathed the people who thought they had a right to control him. He could love. That was the loudest, and he wanted to scream it, make everyone hear him just this once. It made him proud, he could do something this human was incapable of, and now they wanted to take that away from him. No. There was no way he was going to let them do that to him as well. He clenched his fist at his side, should he fight? 
“You can return to your rooms, they will come to get you soon,” the CEO declared and pushed the photos on his desk off the table, straight into the trash can underneath. 5.C0UP5 fists relaxed a bit, a new plan forming as he turned to leave the room with the stern guards following along. “Oh,” he heard the CEO say, “and leave the phone, you are no longer trusted to keep it with you even in case of emergencies. I hope you understand… you won’t need to understand in a bit.” 
His jaw was frozen in place as he took the phone from his pocket and threw it towards the CEO. The guards jumped forward to grab his arms as the phone crashed into the table and tipped over a cup of metal pens that scattered all across the floor. “Leave us,” said the CEO without even flinching. 
5.C0UP5 didn’t feel any shame as he was dragged out from the dark office, suit-clad strangers watching him with cold eyes as the doors slammed shut behind him. He was dragged until they were in the hallway where the crossroad between freedom and forever forgetting you were. “I can walk by myself,” he said with a growl he had never heard in his voice before. The guards let him stand alone, watchful eyes on him as they began walking again, one in front of him and one behind him now. It’s now or never, he thought, taking the shot as he saw it arise in front of him. 
His mind barely registered the hands that tried to grab onto him, all his focus lay on the doors in the lobby and on getting there. He ran with all his might until he crashed into the doors that were too slow to open. The crack widened and he pushed himself out of the glass doors that opened just in time for him to keep staying ahead of the guards. Bright lights in all the colors of the rainbow lit up before him as he began running down the crowded streets. His eyes watered because of the wind, and the lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of light. 
His body was designed to be agile and strong, he was designed to keep moving. Right now that felt like the biggest blessing he had ever received in his cursed life. 
From the back of his mind, two things arose. The first was your apartment, he had only heard about it, you had described exactly how to get there in one of the late-night calls you had whispered to each other weeks ago. The second was those twelve faces which were all he had known for so long; his members would be left to deal with it all when he was gone. He knew them so well, and yet, none of them had even had a chance to become someone to get to know. He wanted to give them a chance. As he ran he shouted out the word “Run!”, pressed that button he had used so many times before in the middle of the device connected to his chest, and began tearing the peace of metal from his body. It took him a few tries before he managed to rip the entire thing off of his skin. It hurt more than he had imagined, the pain was brain-numbing and overwhelming. He almost had to stop, the pain making it hard to focus on making his legs move forward. 
Nevertheless, he was free, the tracker was gone from his body, and with it was his only connection to the only family he had ever known. 
He ran, and he didn’t stop running until he arrived at your apartment. They would know he was here, they knew everything. He needed to be quick. He ran up the stairs to your apartment, knocking aggressively on your door, shouting as loudly as he dared for you to open the door. It wasn’t long until the door swung open and he was close to tears as he saw your very shocked face looking back at his panicked state. The thing you had imagined, but since you had found out his true identity, always known would never happen, had happened. 5.C0UP5 was tired, but he needed to get away, and he wanted you to come with him. 
“We need to leave, they’re coming for me. Please come with me,” he pleaded, his eyes begging you as his hands held your arms desperately. 
“What did you do?” you said breathlessly. 
“They were going to make me forget, make you… erase the issue… I couldn’t let them take this away from me too.”
You were speechless. “You ran.” He nodded. You didn’t even bother to say a word as you ran into your apartment, leaving 5.C0UP5 at the door. He had no idea if you were trying to find somewhere to hide or looking for something as he heard crashes and your voice shouting curses from further inside your small place. He needed to get out of there, but maybe… holding out hope was worthwhile it turned out. Minutes later, which felt like hours for 5.C0UP5, you reappeared at the door, backpack in hand and sweat gracing your hairline. You were running with him. 
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It wasn’t a hard decision, you weren’t close to your parents, and Lana would understand eventually… at least you hoped your coworker, and only close friend at this moment of your life, would understand if you ever survived to tell her and apologize for leaving without a word. 
A small pain stabbed at your heart, leaving everything for an automaton on the run. Everything you had ever known for this man… It felt insane at the moment, and it felt even more insane as you felt Cheol squeeze your hand which you had been holding since you took it, and began running towards the docks. You sat in the cold of the night on a hard bench next to Cheol. In a bit, a ship would arrive. Crowded places felt like a good idea at first, but now, the paranoia set in. Was that old man over there looking a bit too long at Cheol? Didn’t those surveillance cameras follow them as they walked onto the docks? 
The hand in yours pressed gently against your skin, helping you stay at least a bit sane as the weight of what you were doing was already beginning to tug at your strength. You thought it best to focus on the plan instead. 
“Let’s get on this ship, hop off at the airport, and get on another ship there. That way we can get off this planet because the sooner the better right?”
“Yeah, but don’t you think they will be looking for me at all the docks and airports?” Cheol said quietly. 
He was right of course, they would be looking for the escaped automaton at all the exits of this world they could think of. 
“Maybe if we…” You tried, but you didn’t know how you would get away if his company's staff members were to hunt them down anywhere on the planet. “Damn. Do you know that it’s incredibly difficult to go on a trip with you?” you deadpanned. The moment was horrible, but also perfect. It made Cheol smile, something you hadn’t seen the entire way from the moment you opened the door until now. 
It helped keep your mind off of the horrible situation and the impending doom. 
“It is,” he chuckled, “I never thought it would become an issue though.”
“But here we are,” you said and sighed. Cheol leaned against you, his large arm pushing against your side, making a smile split across your face. 
“I don’t think we should get on one of the commercial airlines… we need something more private,” Cheol mumbled.
“How would we get a hold of a ship of our own? We don’t have the money for that…” 
“We’ll figure it out…” 
“We have a lot to figure out from now on, Cheol,” you said and let your head fall against his shoulder, resting your heavy mind on his strong frame. He hummed, the sound comforting you even while you thought about all the ways you could get killed while on the run. 
The submarine came soon enough, and you both got on without a hitch. If you were being followed, they weren’t coming out of the shadows just yet. The cold light from inside the ship lit up the dark water around the underwater tracks that held the boat in place as it brought commuters across the sea each day and night. Under the high waves had turned out to be much easier than above them, especially nowadays. The storms had become worse in the last couple of centuries. Every other day there was another tropical storm on the seas. A side-effect of the universes coming closer together was what the scientists had concluded when it first began happening hundreds of years ago after the end of The Great Journey. 
You looked out the blurry window into the empty waters. Cheol and you were sitting by the back of the ship, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. You had managed to throw a cap into your backpack, which now helped hide Cheol’s face from any surveillance cameras while you used the hood of your sweatshirt to somewhat hide your face. Being a petty thief seemed like the least of your current issues. 
Neither of you spoke the entire ride, only communicating and comforting each other through a hand in the other or on their thigh. If you weren’t panicking you would probably be craving his touch in other places. That would have to wait though. A safe place was probably the priority, you decided in the back of your mind. You noticed his other hand, the one which wasn’t holding onto you like his life depended on it, continued reaching towards his neck. He seemed to be in pain. Did he get hurt? You hadn't had the time to even think about asking him how he was feeling or if he had gotten hurt by the guards or even the staff. You made a mental note to ask him later, placing your head against the rest behind you instead of his shoulder. You didn’t want to cause any more pain by resting against him. 
It was getting rather late as you left the submarine station you had gotten off at. Your heart wasn’t calming down anytime soon, you weren’t equipped to handle this kind of stress. Day-to-day, normal life stress was enough, this was something else entirely. 
“I want to live out the rest of my life in a very peaceful manner, far away from all of this crap,” you whispered as you walked the short walk from the submarine station to the spaceport welcoming hall. You wanted to be on a warm couch, not thinking about how to run away without being arrested. Right now, the idea of a living room seemed too far out of reach. All around you were tiny shops, suitcases, and the cold and unnatural light that lit up the entire spaceport’s welcoming hall. Ships that were boarding sounded out through the air, the comfy couch was as far from reality as you could get. 
Cheol scoffed, “I agree, wholeheartedly. I am never running away again after this, it’s too much work.” 
You tried to hold your laugh in, “Yeah, too much sneaking around for my taste. Let’s just run away this once, and then stay put and become that old couple on the hill that no one dares to visit.” Cheol nodded. “I would do anything for that…” Suddenly you noticed a small melancholy feeling in his words. You were just about to ask what was on his mind when he stopped your walk into the large welcoming hall, ushering you both into a small tourist shop. All you saw were miniature Earths, mugs with stupid prints, and keychains with different tourist attractions. You did not like it. For a second you were worried that he wanted to do some last-minute shopping, but your worries changed as you saw his terrified face. He had seen someone he knew. 
“I’ve seen that woman over there by the kiosk before, she usually helps backstage at our concerts. Fuck, that means they really managed to send people out to the exits,” he grumbled. This was bad. You felt your blood rushing in your veins, panic filling your mind. Had you been alone, you would’ve been frozen right about now. 
“Let’s just go,” he whispered hurriedly, panic visible on his face. “The faster we’re out of here the better, right? Are you with me?” 
“Always. Let’s go,” you whispered, the reassurance being all Cheol needed to grab your hand in his even firmer than before and head right out of the welcoming hall and out the nearest exit leading to the departing spaceships. You were unbelievably lucky as you ended up in the middle of a large swarm of travelers who were just about to board the large ship. Most were workers it turned out, the ship being part commuting area and half cargo space. The both of you managed to sneak onto the ship along with the workers, keeping your heads down as you hoped to anything that would listen that you would be able to sneak onboard undetected. 
It was unplanned, you barely even knew where the ship was headed. It wasn’t until you heard the voice that called out that the ship heading to Specus would depart that you both realized where you were heading. Specus was the mining planet, all the minerals needed for this universe to continue expanding its empire, and for life to continue as it has been until now, were found on this planet. All the people on this ship were workers there, probably coming back from their biannual leave which was granted to all humans and other living beings working there. Automatons was not included in the group of people who got any leave. The laws were clear about that, automatons were not human and didn’t need any form of vacation. 
The laws were bullshit. 
“Specus… I mean it could be worse, right?” you whispered. Cheol nodded, caught up in his thoughts. “Should we look for somewhere else to hide until we’re there?” you asked, trying to catch his attention again. Once again he only nodded, his senses all focused on his surroundings, making sure you two weren’t being followed or watched as he pulled you away from the area with rows of seating for the workers traveling with the ship. You went past the cots, knowing there was no way you could manage to stay hidden the entire way if you tried to stay in there. Instead, you made your way to the lower parts of the deck, the part of the ship where travelers didn’t wander. Here, you would only find crew members, cleaners, servers, and mechanics. The hallways were darker here, the LED lights being used more sparsely on the lower decks. You had a hard time seeing in the low light, but Cheol had your hand in his, a relaxed feeling managing to find its way into your body despite the circumstances.  
You had only managed to get a little way past the third deck when you met another person for the first time since you had left the seating area. “Are you two lost?” the man asked, making you jump and making Cheol whirl around to where the sound was coming from. You hadn’t noticed him in the dark until he spoke. 
“No, we’re just… looking for the bathroom,” you stuttered out. 
It was the dumbest excuse in the book. You knew you didn’t have the man fooled when he began laughing. It was a wonderful laugh, high-pitched and genuine. The figure stepped out of the dark, revealing a handsome man, dressed in a simple gray overall. Over his breast pocket, it said maintenance. You felt yourself growing a bit anxious as to what the laughing man would do next. Would he turn you in? 
“No, but seriously, why are you all the way down here? You two certainly don’t look like the new hires we were supposed to get this week,” the man, who you realized was holding a mop which he was now leaning on, said with a curious tone as he scanned the both of you from head to toe. “You look like a fucking idol, you know. If I didn’t know better I would think you were on the run,” he said with a smirk. 
“I’m Cheol, this is Y/N,” Cheol said finally as he nodded his head in your direction. Even in this light, you could tell he was staring at the stranger with that intense gaze that could make anyone either break down or swoon. 
The maintenance man sighed, “Alright, I’m Wooyoung. Come with me,” he said without explanation.  You didn’t follow him right away. He looked back at you, the “Coming?” visible on his face. 
“Do we trust him?” you whispered to Cheol, who was still watching the man waiting for you. 
“I don’t know about trust, but honestly what choice do we have? It’s not like we can go anywhere now, and it’s a long journey to Specus…” 
You nodded, nervousness made your hand clammy in Cheol’s firm grip. 
This was a risk you needed to take. If he was going to turn you in, it was probably better to just get it over with. At least you wouldn’t have to starve or something if you were locked up until you got to Specus. 
He led you to the lower decks, and surprisingly began introducing you both as the new temps that would help around on your way to Specus. The other crew members nodded, a few glancing rather suspiciously at you both but accepting the half-truth that Wooyoung told them. They hadn’t heard anything about any new temps, but it was none of their business it seemed. Who, and why you were there to help around didn’t matter to them.
Wooyoung led you around the lower decks, being strangely chatty with you two. You hadn’t expected someone so friendly to simply appear in your lives just as you needed it. Was he somehow your savior or was he something entirely else? You hoped he was good news because the alternative was so much worse. 
“Okay, this guy is great, you’re gonna love him. He’s not… too talkative, but he’s very good!” Wooyoung said as he took you down a flight of very narrow stairs. 
“Good at what?” You asked, minding your step so you wouldn’t fall as you descended. Wooyoung didn’t answer, instead flinging a thick metal door open and skipping inside. 
“Sannie!” Wooyoung suddenly shouted as you and Cheol entered a room after him. The room was filled from floor to ceiling with electronics. Screws, bolts, and different tools were everywhere. It looked like a mix of a car workshop and a dentist. The second part was mainly because of the chair in the middle of the room. The only time you had seen one of those was when you had gone to the dentist. By a table, a man sat on a high stool, engrossed in whatever he was doing. A bright lamp shone down on, what looked to you like, a bunch of chords in different colors. 
“What Woo? Did you get hurt again? Or are you just here because you’re bored…” San said as he was turned away from the door where you and Cheol stood, unsure of what to say and do just as you had been for the past couple of minutes. Would this man scrutinize you and Cheol as well, like the other staff members Wooyoung had introduced you to?  It seemed you had managed to bump into the most friendly maintenance member on the entire crew, and you thanked the universe for that because it seemed as if he was the solution to a lot of your current issues. He seemed to know everyone on this ship, and you hoped the friendship between him and the others would somehow be your and Cheol’s way of being allowed into the crew. 
“No… or well, yes, I am always a bit bored when you’re not around,” Wooyoung chirped, “But I’m here to see what you can do for these two.” 
Wooyoung gestured towards the door, finally bringing the new strangers’ attention to where you and Cheol stood. “Well, I’ll be damned. You brought a level 1 down here along with a human?” San said and looked between you both and Wooyoung who smiled brightly at his friend. “Yup!” 
San nodded, “Well, I can guess what happened with you two since you’re here after all… Can you work?” he asked after a moment. You nodded. “Yes,” you heard Cheol say. 
“Great. I’m San, I’m the mechanic around here. Since I’m human, and apparently that means something even in space, these fuckers also put me in charge when we leave the dock. I’ll get you what you need, food for you,” he said and looked at you, he then turned to Cheol, “A charger for you, and enough work to make sure you sleep soundly when you get off your shifts,” San declared. 
“Yay!” Wooyoung shouted gleefully, his cheerful claps making you crack a smile - despite the situation you found yourselves in. 
Cheol wasn’t smiling, but he seemed more relaxed. “How did you know I was a level 1?” was all he asked. You hadn’t reflected on it, but it was strange that he had been able to realize the difference between Cheol and you so quickly. 
San smirked, “It’s my job to know. If I couldn’t tell the difference between you and one of the workers here, I’d really be in trouble as a mechanic.” He was about to return to the mess of chords on his desk, but he looked back at Cheol, pointing towards his neck. “Also, come back here tomorrow and I’ll get that fixed for you.” Cheol’s hand reached for his neck again, the pain from touching the place his tracker had been made him flinch in agony. His shirt had fallen a bit lower while you had wandered after Wooyoung, he had opened his jacket, and now you finally spotted the area he had been protecting this entire time. The piece of metal you had avoided in your secret rendezvous was gone. He had ripped it out, you shuddered at the thought of the strength it must’ve taken to rip something like that from your own skin. You squeezed his hand to comfort and distract him, you didn’t know what else to do. 
Wooyoung came towards you, happily walking away from San who was already immersed in his work, and made it clear that you were to follow him. 
“Thank you,” you said before you left, San looking over his shoulder to give you a small smile and a ‘no worries’ expression in return. But worry was exactly what you had begun feeling, more than anything else. 
You and Cheol got a gray overall each, both saying maintenance over the breast pocket and the back, just like the one Wooyoung was wearing. “Stay in here for tonight, and when I wake you I’ll let you know what you will be doing for the next couple of weeks,” Wooyoung explained, giving you a small room in a long hallway to stay in. Everything was in the same cool metallic shade, and you realized that all you had to sleep on tonight would be a lonely pillow and a blanket that looked like it had seen better days. 
“It’s not ideal…” you stated, looking around in the small space you had been assigned as your room. “But we can make it work, right?” 
“It could be a lot better,” Cheol nodded and looked at you. You had had an affair with a famous level 1 automaton, been found out by some really powerful people, threatened to be disposed of, illegally left Earth, and had just been offered safe passage to another planet by some unexpectedly friendly people. But the room was a bit small and dark. Cheol looked at you, a smile creeping onto his face. You began laughing at the absurdity, “We should probably be more grateful,” he gasped out between laughs. “But it’s so ugly!” You shouted, your laughs getting more and more manic. 
“This is probably the stupidest thing we have ever done,” you gasped out. 
Your eyes welled, which tears that were a result of your laughing, and which were your exhaustion finally setting in was impossible to tell. All your emotions just came out all at once. You were gasping for air, tears running down your cheeks, and all the weight of your decisions crashing right into you. 
“It was, but I can’t make myself regret anything,” Cheol said, emotion welling underneath his words. But he didn’t cry. Instead, he just held you. He let you cry your eyes out, staining his dark hoodie with your tears as you sobbed. 
“Did we make the right decision?” you whispered against his chest, strong arms holding you safe as you questioned what you had done. 
“I hope so,” you heard Cheol say, the sound of his voice echoing in his body. You fell asleep in his arms for the first time that day. Having him to yourself in this way was a privilege, you realized. It was a privilege you had lived without for your entire life. You didn’t even know that you had been missing out on it until you woke up the next day, your head in his lap and his hands holding the blanket to your waist. You looked up at his handsome face, wondering if he had been able to rest where he sat against the hard wall.
It didn’t take long until you had both caught on to what you needed to do around the ship. It turned out that Wooyoung was a great instructor. During your shifts you both ran around, cleaning, and helping the regular crew members when needed. Wooyoung quickly made sure you felt at least a bit more comfortable on the ship by giving you tours around the decks and introducing you to even more of the crew members. 
The best part, however, was when you, after an exhausting day working around the large ship, got to lay down in Cheol’s lap while he charged and slept for a few hours, just feeling the heat that his body generated as you let yourself be swept away from reality. The weeks passed, and you learned the routines of the ship rather quickly. 
You barely had any time to think, let alone feel, how physically and emotionally exhausted you were. Leaving everything on Earth and trying to survive day by day on this ship in the middle of the vast universe was more work than you had hoped when you impulsively decided to leave. Some days you managed to take a moment to yourself, stopping in the middle of your step, and just staring out the small windows on the sides of the ship. The space outside was both so full of life and so empty of anything at all that you found yourself floating away in your thoughts into nothingness for just a moment. 
After a few weeks of almost nothing but work and sleep, the crew began preparing for the landing. Soon you would be on Specus, with absolutely nothing planned for what was to come. This soon changed, however, as you sat down with San to eat dinner. Cheol sat next to you, not wanting to spend unnecessary time apart from you just because he didn’t need to consume any food. 
“But, like, did you like the dancing and all that?” Wooyoung asked, the conversation had ended up being about your professions. 
“I think I did, yeah,” Cheol answered honestly. 
“I always thought I’d be a pretty good idol. If I wasn’t designated my level, I would've given it a shot for sure!” Wooyoung said, “Or well, maybe not under your company… they don’t seem that great from what I’ve heard, with the whole rebooting thing and all… that…” he trailed off. You were all staring at him. The silence was deafening, none of you truly knew what Cheol had been through. He had told you bits and pieces, but not nearly enough to know how he’d react to this. 
San and Wooyoung had become your friends since you had been sharing your meals every day. Most of the time the conversations flowed naturally, and the topics ranged from everything from San’s latest way to fix up bolts that had begun unscrewing themselves to childhood memories. Wooyoung and Cheol had a hard time joining in on those conversations, but they shared their fair share of memories from when they first gained consciousness. 
It was strange to think about it in that way, your boyfriend never had a childhood. Well, you still didn’t have a name for what you two were, and calling him your boyfriend in your mind might be jumping to conclusions, you were simply on the run with each other and had a romantic and sexual relationship with one another, but boyfriend might be going too far- Nevertheless, he had been created just as he was right now. Out of all the parts about AI that you had grown up to accept, the no-childhood part was the one you never quite could get past. He had missed something that was so fundamental to you and all other people who had been born instead of created in a factory. It made you really think about the fact that someone had created him intentionally - not just anyone, but him. 
The silence was still pressing around you as you all waited to see how Cheol would react to Wooyoung’s lighthearted comment about the idol life. Your thoughts were wandering away from you, maybe in a way of escaping reality until Cheol saved the conversation. 
“I think you would've been a great performer. You have the right energy about you,” Cheol said with a straight face making Wooyoung crack a smile. 
You were happy that he seemed okay talking about his experiences. And you were equally happy that the mood hadn’t been completely ruined because of Wooyoung’s thoughtless comment. 
After some time, the conversations died out and San picked up a new one, asking something neither you nor Cheol had any good answers to: “What will you do next?” 
You looked at Cheol. He looked just as clueless as you felt. Neither of you had a plan. “They don’t have any clue,” Wooyoung pitched in with his laugh, that you would remember for the rest of your life. You looked down, nodding slightly. It was true. 
“Where do you want to go? You don’t have any idea of where you would like to be in the future?” San asked, surprised that you didn’t have at least the semblance of a plan. 
“I don’t know much about the universe… but I want to go somewhere safe. I want to spend my life where I won’t be found and won’t be constantly watched,” Cheol answered before looking at you, “…somewhere we can be alone.”
Your heart fluttered. You had forgotten that your life wasn’t just the endless days of work on the ship. It was beyond you how you could’ve forgotten it all so fast,  but the intense look filled with love and pain that Cheol gave you made all the feelings stir up once again. You wanted that too, you wanted a place where you two could just be together. 
You nodded, concurring with what Cheol had just said, “Is there somewhere like that? Where we can stay forever?” 
Wooyoung stayed quiet but San looked at the both of you, something in his eyes telling you both that he did have an answer to what you were asking him. “Lumen. That’s where you want to go.” 
“Lumen?” you asked, never having heard of the planet before. 
San hummed, “It’s right beside galaxy 428B. They say it’s the ‘utopia of the universe’, but very few have ever managed to get there and even fewer have managed to get there and back to tell the story of it.”
“Why is that?” you continued asking, your curiosity piqued. 
Lumen had been a planet much like Earth before the entire shift in the universe had happened. It was a sunny place, filled with forests and unexplored nature. There lived some type of people, San wasn’t sure what they were called. It was far away, and the solar systems that were close together had not deemed it worth the cost of travel to create a way to commute there. If you could get there, you wouldn’t have to worry about anything but creating a way of life, San told you. He had heard about the place from travelers he met in his childhood, people who had been on a journey of their own in search of a safe haven - much like you and Cheol. 
“All I know is that you need to travel as far north from our solarsystem as possible,” he said and went quiet. “I’ve never seen those people after they left in search of Lumen, I don’t know if they ever made it.”
Cheol was deep in thought next to you. Neither of you responded to what San had told you except for a short: “Thanks, I think we should head to bed.” But even as you rested your head against his shoulder that night waiting for the exhaustion to overtake you, not a word came from the man you had spent weeks chatting within just this position. 
If you were going to find out what he thought about your destination, you would need to take the initiative you thought that night.
 “I wanna go, do you?” Your words lingered in the dark room. Silence. Soon you almost began falling asleep, your brain coming to accept that you were probably not going to get an answer out of him tonight. Your body jerked as you heard his deep voice say: “I want to come with you.” Grabbing his hand you nodded sleepily against his shoulder. 
“I love you…” you mumbled before you dozed off, leaving Cheol alone and awake in the dark with your words ringing in his ears. 
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The next day Cheol still couldn’t get those three words out of his mind. Only for a moment did he think about trying to make up a plan for what you needed to do now that you had decided where you wanted to go. ‘I love you’… the thought of your sleepy voice whispering to him had him cleaning the same spot for at least twenty minutes.
You had said it first, but he didn’t even know if you meant it in the way he felt it. Did you just say it without thinking while half asleep? Were you thinking of someone else? What if you were mad that he hadn’t said it? 
He was freaking out, rubbing harder with the mop on the laminated floors. He was sure that he had messed it all up. Maybe you didn’t want to go anymore. What if you had just followed him thinking it would be a quick trip and ended up with more than you had bargained for? God, why hadn’t he said it back last night? He felt it, so why did he freeze when he heard those three damn words? 
He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, “Hey,” Wooyoung stood beside him, looking at the only wet spot on the ground around them. “How’s it going with the floor?” 
Cheol looked down, only now realizing how caught up in his head he had been. “Shit, I’m sorry man.”
“No worries. Something wrong?” Wooyoung said, his hand still on Cheol’s shoulder in a reassuring manner. 
He shook his head, “Just a lot on my mind…”
Wooyoung hummed, nodding understandingly. “Go talk to each other about whatever it is, don’t just stand here doing… I don’t even know what the hell you’re doing, to be honest.” 
Cheol looked at him. He was weirdly intuitive, Cheol thought as he looked at the crooked smile Wooyoung was flashing him. He nodded, “It’s ok for me to go?” 
“Dude, just go! I told you to do so, I decide who cleans the floors and you are definitely not helping me do it, so you’re off floor duty.”
Cheol let go of the mop, his legs quickly moving away from the upper decks and down to the lower ones, towards you. He quickly found you in the kitchen, removing plates from the large dishwasher as the servers stacked the hot plates in tall piles - it looked rather dangerous as he glanced at the piles that towered over him. “Cheol?” You blurted out, surprised to see him here when he wasn’t on duty in the kitchen that day. 
“Hi, I… I wanted to see you, and Wooyong he- he said I could go and I needed to…” he paused, he didn’t actually know what he wanted or what he needed. Or well, he did know, he just didn’t know how to make it happen. 
“Come on, let’s go talk then,” you simply responded, making Cheol look at you in awe. He wondered how it had been so easy for you to say what he had wanted to say all along. You on the other hand were wondering why Cheol stood entranced in the kitchen doorway looking at you as if the words ‘let’s talk’ had been revolutionary. 
“Coming?” 
Cheol nodded and followed you back to the small back room that had been yours for the past few weeks. It was dark, but there was enough light coming in from the hallway and the tiny lamp in the corner of the room to light up the piles of clothes in the other corner, the blanket he put over you every night, and the charger that was plugged into the wall next to where he slept with you in his lap. 
The door closed heavily behind him as you leaned against a wall, wondering what it was that he felt the need to talk about, was it Lumen? “Did you change your mind?” You asked hesitantly. 
“About what?” Cheol looked scared for some reason, you didn’t know why but it made your eyebrows knit together. 
“It’s not about Lumen?” 
“No, no I still wanna go to Lumen! It’s not about that… wait, do you… not want to anymore?” 
You shook your head, “That’s not it!” You hurried to assure him. “I just thought, since that was our last conversation… you know.”
Cheol swallowed, he just needed to say what he felt. 
That was easier said than done though. The words all got jumbled up in his brain, his thoughts making his throat go dry, he just wanted you to know without having to tell you. You couldn’t read his mind, but he wanted you to feel it. He wanted you to feel how much, how deeply he loved you. He took a step towards you, your arms wrapping around him without a second thought. You pulled him close, chuckling at the thought that he had just wanted some kisses. 
His lips pressed against yours and his tongue quickly made its way into your mouth, the movements from his touch making you dizzy and tingly all over. Want was already pooling in your lower stomach. Arousal seeped through your folds, you hadn’t felt Cheol’s touch or mouth on you in so long. It kickstarted your system and had you wet after just a couple of minutes of making out. 
“More please,” you mumbled against his lips. 
Cheol’s hand moved down from your waist, below the gray pants you were wearing today. His large fingers quickly found their way through your folds, your pussy now soaked and leaking as he slipped his hand against your clit. His breath was hot against your face as he let go of your lips so he could hear your whimpers as he circled your clit. 
It felt so good, his rough hands knew exactly what to do as they dipped into your cunt, only teasing you before he went back to press on your sensitive spot. 
You were spreading your legs further apart the longer he teased your clit, you wanted to be filled, you wanted him to push his digits further into your body, you wanted to feel him inside of you as you gushed around his fingers. When he did you moaned out his name, the tension from the past few weeks all dissolving as he fucked you on his fingers. 
A loud knock drew you both out of the moment, and an unsure voice came from behind the door. “Uhm, Cheol? I just wanted to tell you that you’re off for the rest of the day… I got both yours and y/ns shifts covered… so you could talk.”
Cheol cleared his throat, “Yeah, thanks Wooyoung!” he shouted back before pushing his fingers back deep inside your cunt. A moan escaped your lips as he hit the right spot within. 
Wooyoung went silent, “Okay fine! Later then!” 
Cheol didn’t bother to answer, and as Wooyoung left you could hear him talk to himself, “You do something nice for someone and all they do is wave you off so they can get their dick wet, assholes!” 
He would’ve done the same, but none of you would ever argue about it with him. You both laughed for just a second before Cheol kissed you gently yet again, making you forget everything about what had just happened. 
You soon came as he thrust his fingers deeper into you while the palm of his hand pressed on your entire pussy. It was heavenly, a white blur was all you could see, and relief swept through your body. Cheol kept you from falling onto the floor when he put down the leg he had helped hold up. You were holding onto his clothing with a firm grip as you came down from the first high you had felt in too long. Cheol was riding on a high of his own, not because he had been allowed to cum but because you had. He felt just as proud now as he did the first time he had managed to make you have an orgasm, and he let the words come as they wished, “I love you, more than anything in the universe.”
Your eyes fluttered open upon hearing those softly spoken words. The words that turned your world upside down, the words that terrified you, the words you had longed to hear. 
“I love you too,” you said, pressing your forehead against Cheols. 
“I know,” he chuckled.
“Wait what?” You said and pulled away your head to try and see his face, “How… oh!” 
Your hand flew to slap over your mouth as you remembered what you had been thinking last night, remembering how the words had sat right at the tip of your tongue before you let yourself fall asleep last night. “I said it out loud, didn’t I?”
Cheol nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. “I hope you meant it because you’re gonna have to spend the rest of eternity with me once we get to our paradise.” 
“Our paradise? You already think Lumen is ours?” You teased. 
“Of course, with my handsome face and your gorgeous everything, how could we not find ourselves in charge?” 
“You’re insane, and I meant it.”
His smile shone even in the darkness and it lit up your heart like the sky on New Year’s Eve. He held you that night just like all other nights, but your mind was calmer than most other ones. You were dragging your fingertips along Cheol’s chest, resting your chin on his pillowy arm. 
“You know what’s funny?” he suddenly asked. 
You looked at him curiously. “What?” 
“My entire life, the people around me tried to convince me that I didn’t have a will of my own - that I didn’t have my own needs that they couldn’t fulfill.”
“...that’s funny?” you asked, shocked at his apparent sense of humor.
Cheol laughed, “No, no, I mean, it’s not really funny… but it’s funny how, as I had begun believing this myself after years of having been told this, it all just collapsed in front of me the moment I picked up the phone and heard this stranger with the most endearing voice ever try to order a pizza from me.”
You stayed quiet, “...again, that’s what you find funny?? I think we need to work on your humor mister.” He laughed more, your giggles joining his after a moment. Living wasn’t easy, but at least he had joined yours, and it was beginning to transform. Nothing was as it had been, and even an unsure future on the run seemed better than the life you had been living so far. At least you had one another now. 
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Time moved too fast after that day, the goal of somehow going to Lumen with Cheol made the days on the ship with San and Wooyoung fly past you. Soon you were preparing to land on Specus. San had told you that you could stick with him for a few days before he got back on the ship to make the journey back to Earth. You both accepted, grateful that you didn’t have to figure out where to go by yourselves on this new planet. 
The day you stepped off the ship onto the giant spaceport on Specus you held onto Cheol’s hand, just as you had when you boarded it. Specus was an industrial planet, its main purpose was to mine minerals and metals from deep within the planet. It was visible the second you stepped off the ship that this planet wasn’t like Earth at all. Everything felt like it was a back alley, with pipes, and rust covering every building and vehicle you could see as you followed San through the rundown welcoming hall. There were no shops filled with books or souvenirs, only a ticket shop booth where a robotic arm was visible in the yellowish window. San led you through the hall, not looking at much and saying even less. It was colder here than on Earth. 
“Stop.” San said suddenly, “Look up.” 
Both you and Cheol let your eyes flash up, towards the ceiling, or at least towards what would’ve been the ceiling had there been one. Instead what you both saw was a dark violet sky, not the kind that you had both seen on Earth, but one that looked like it was exploding with tiny stars. “What is that?” You asked as you stood with your neck bent back completely so you could watch the stars moving around above you, faster than any stars you had ever seen before. 
“Specus spins faster.” San explained, “Somehow that ended up meaning it’s always this one color of blue in the sky and the light from the stars in our galaxies all blend to create this kaleidoscope of color and stars.”
“It’s pretty,” you said, tears almost forming in your eyes at your first sight of something other than metal and the darkness of space you had seen in months. You had missed looking up at the sky, you realized, even if it wasn’t the same sky that you had at home. 
Home, where was that? Earth wasn’t your home anymore. Did you not have one anymore? 
Cheol’s hand squeezed around yours and you abandoned the thoughts. They would only hurt you in the end, it was better to focus on the now.
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San got you all two rooms at a hostel, the only one on the entire planet it turned out. They didn’t get many visitors except for the few who worked on commuting ships like San, and now you two. It had been so long since you had slept in a real bed that you slept as long as you physically could bear before your stomach was growling at you to get breakfast. San had already retrieved some while Cheol stayed with you, refusing to leave you alone just yet. He didn’t trust the others in the hostel, it seemed, as he continued to be on guard as you both got ready to leave your hostel room. 
That day San took you both on a tour around the town, it was small but busy. Automatons, aliens, and a few humans were wandering around; on their way to work, on their way to their temporary homes, or on their errands for the day. In that sense, it didn’t feel like you were very far away from Earth. But as you glanced up at the violet kaleidoscope sky you were reminded of just how different it all was.  
As the days passed on Specus, you didn’t have a clue of what to do next or how to get to Lumen. San had done everything he could for the both of you, even teaching you some of the most basic routines for checking on Cheol’s health. It hadn’t been an issue you had spent a single thought on, his health being something you took for granted even now. San helped you realize that what you had gotten yourselves into was dangerous not just because of who was after you, but because of who you two were. You needed to know things in case Cheol couldn’t help with telling you what he needed, in case something bad happened. Nobody would be able to help once you were alone. You weren’t handling the realization well. 
Cheol was the one to let you forget about it after you had gotten yourself stressed about what could end up hurting him. He felt guilty about having you worrying about him, and honestly, a little pissed at San for frightening you so much. He knew you needed to learn though, and opted for being your comfort instead. 
He kissed you, gently and lovingly, and he held you close when you couldn’t let the thought of having to use the new skill San had taught you on the man you loved. Seeing the inside of someone in that way had become your new nightmare. Cheol held you each night, shushing you back to sleep if you ever woke up from it. 
Two weeks ended up passing by just like that, nightmares and lessons on Automaton autonomy. You wanted to get off of Specus by the beginning of the third week. It didn’t matter that San and Wooyoung had become your friends, you wanted to leave. The sky was still beautiful but everything around you reminded you of what San had taught you, and you couldn’t think anymore, you didn’t want to think anymore. 
“Let’s find a ship then,” Cheol simply said when you voiced how badly you wished to go somewhere else, to find your paradise sooner rather than later. 
You laughed a bit at that, “Do you really think it’ll be that easy?” 
“Of course, it’ll be easy!” He said with a casual shrug. You flashed him a smile in return for his suddenly carefree attitude. 
“I don’t believe you, but I say we give it a shot!” 
Before you left you said your goodbyes to San, just in case you ended up actually lucking out and finding a ship that was willing to take you both to Lumen. You hugged the mechanic who had helped you both so much during these months. Cheol did the same, with one small difference, he whispered something to San before he pulled away. Something that made San’s face go serious but he nodded in confirmation. What had he agreed on? What had Cheol told him? You tried asking him as you left towards the spaceport but he wouldn’t budge, telling you “You’ll notice if it worked later, I promise.”
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The hours passed, and any ship that looked decent had declined you. Every captain had a destination already and none of them had Lumen on the maps. 
You were tired and hungry. Cheol’s chipper attitude was long gone by now and you were both seemingly thinking about giving up for the day. 
“You know what, what if we just steal that ship? If we’re gonna be on one for months or even years we should have a proper one,” you joked and pointed at a large ship by the end of the docks. Cheol looked at the ship, it was larger than the ones you had been asking all day, but not even close to as large as a cargo ship. It was the perfect size for going on a long trip with a few people. 
“Alright,” Cheol said without a hint of sarcasm, which made you look at him surprised. 
“Wait what? You want to steal that ship for real?” You wheezed out. He nodded, a playful smile showing you that he meant to try. 
Fuck it, your mind decided - hunger and the need to leave Specus and all its minerals overtaking your rational mind. You boarded the ship, walking past any guards as if you owned the place. Nobody minded you two, the few people that far out the docks minding their own business. The ship was even more gorgeous inside, modern and so clean you were shocked at how long you had gone since you last saw a floor without mud or rust. 
You walked into the cockpit of the ship. If someone were to arrest you right now you were happy to at least have seen this ship before rotting away in Phylaca forever. The prison planet was the one place you never wanted to see even if you weren’t going there for imprisonment. But going to Lumen was all that mattered, so you would need to steal this ship. 
“I think this will do,” you said and smirked at Cheol. 
“What are you two doing here?” The voice made you both jump, and you both looked towards the exit. A man, rather large in his stature, stood confused and agitated in the doorway. He had just stepped inside the ship, the door behind him still wide open with the ramp that led to the dock right below him. You were in shock one minute and the next you began running. But you weren’t running away from the large man, you ran right towards him. A look of panic flashed across the man’s face and then your body slammed into his. You were sure you were going to fall with him, but you never did. A strong grip holding onto your waist. When you opened your eyes to see if you were dead you saw the man on the ground. He wasn’t moving. People around him looked up from their own business to look at what had happened. Cheol pulled you inside, closing the door as you stared out into the void in front of you. 
Had you killed that man? You ripped yourself from Cheol’s grip and looked out of the tiny window that faced the docks where more and more people were grouping around the man. Was he moving? You wanted to think he was moving. The people around him tried to lift his head, he was bleeding a little, but he was sitting, right? Your mind was a mess. You didn’t know if what you were seeing was real, or if it was your mind playing a terrible trick on you.
You gasped as you saw the docks moving. They were moving away from you just as the man seemed to turn and point at you. “He’s not dead! Cheol I’m not a murderer!!” You shouted.
But Cheol wasn’t there, he wasn’t where you had torn away from his grip anymore. He was by the cockpit, hands frantically trying everything he could to get the ship to do as he wished. The docks hadn’t moved, you realized, the ship had. 
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Cheol picked up how to steer the ship rather quickly, even understanding how to use the auto control so he could charge at the same time you slept instead of constantly doing shifts. You were happy about that since it meant you got to spend time together on the ship, your days becoming rather pleasant as you settled into a routine. There was plenty of fuel on the ship, both for the ship itself and for you and Cheol. Electricity was easy to come by and there was a rather large supply of food there as well. You had managed to snatch a ship that had just been restocked - it was hard to accept the amount of luck the two of you had been struck by. 
But the best part of the ship was the fact that nobody else was on it. For the first time in forever, you two were alone. Alone with a bed and each other. There was nothing else to do but to let Cheol fuck you in every way he, or you, wanted. And my god you wanted to - all the time. The day had only just begun on your second week on board the ship and you hadn't had the chance to get dressed yet, breakfast in bed having become the norm as you let the ship steer away from everything, hoping it would lead you to Lumen if you just kept the course San had told you about. You simply steered away from — and hoped for the best. After all, you had better things to do that occupied your mind at the moment. 
Cheol could taste the fruit you had just eaten for breakfast, you tasted like what he imagined summer would if he could consume it. In a way he was. He was drinking in the way you looked underneath him with his eyes, he was licking and kissing every inch of you that he saw, nibbling on your skin, making you moan and beg more and more for each day that he learned his way around your body. 
Never before had you been undisturbed like this for days on end. It was pure bliss. He found out each spot you liked to feel his lips on your skin, each spot where he could make you arch your back off the bed, and each spot on the ship where he could drill into your cunt until your legs gave out and your juices leaked out of you. You made a mess of the large bed that had been meant for someone a lot more powerful than the two of you, but none other than you two would’ve been able to use it to its fullest like you had been while alone on the ship. 
Cheol’s fingers smoothed over your thighs as his hot breath caused shivers to spread from your core, goosebumps prickling your skin in the air of the spaceship. You were grabbing fistfuls of his long hair, his gaze sultry and dripping with lust as his tongue flicked over your clit. He was burying his face in your puffy and glistening folds, reveling in your moans and how your entire body was writhing from his tongue exploring your wet pussy. 
You had been at it for a while, but neither of you were finished, orgasms were still left to be had before you would be able to sleep. 
The way he was making out with your cunt would soon send you over the edge if only the muffled sound of a voice hadn’t found its way through the corridors of the ship to pull you out of your pleasure. 
“What the fuck is that?” You groaned, pushing on Cheol’s head a little as if you would be able to hear the voice clearer the further Cheol was from your cunt. This was true, but not enough of a reason to give up on chasing your orgasm, according to Cheol since he simply attached his lips to you again. 
He hummed, meaning to get you to ignore whatever it was. The voice of a person, clearly in a rush, continued to echo in the large rooms from the cockpit. “Cheol I need to check on that. They sound worried, maybe they’re in danger.” 
“Fucking hell!” He groaned out as you pushed on him again. “How is it possible for us to get interrupted right now?! We’re in the middle of the freaking space for goodness sake!” Cheol shouted, his lips leaving your body and his hands stilled. 
“I’ll fix it. Gimme two seconds,” you said with a giggle. He had taken the words right out of your mouth, it was incredible how you could never have sex without someone interrupting you. 
You rushed to the cockpit, only managing to throw on a simple T-shirt. “Hello?” The voice came screeching out of the sound system in the cockpit. You had never used it before, but with a simple push of a button that blinked in a bright shade of red, you were able to answer the person on the other end. “Hello! Can we help you?” You asked in your friendliest tone. 
“Yes, hello, this is the spacecraft Marquise, 4210-CH378,” the voice stated, “We are on course for —- and have discovered your ship on our monitor. We are on a direct collision course with your ship if nothing is adjusted, and based on our estimation of your ship size we are afraid that any living beings on your ship will be crushed as a result of the impending collision.” 
You were speechless, “I’m sorry? We’re about to crash into you?! And die?!” You shouted the friendly tone you had tried to access now long gone in favor of your pure panicked state. 
“I’ll move our ship! Please don’t crush us!” You shouted as you pressed down on the button, hoping to the stars that your actions were the right ones to do at that moment as you simply smashed buttons at random on the control desk. Anything to make the ship away from the larger ship that was already visible in the far-off distance, a star that seemed to move twice as fast as any regular star could. 
You hadn’t noticed Cheol when he entered the cockpit, only noticing him when you felt a kiss on your shoulder, which then became a row of small warm kisses down your back. A small chuckle came from behind you as your body reacted to him, forgetting what you were doing. 
“If you intend to change the course of your ship, we would prefer it happen before you end up in front of us…” the person on the other side of the intercom reminded you. 
You had forgotten, pushing the red button once again, bending forward as you did, giving Cheol the perfect opportunity to push his face back against your still dripping pussy. 
“I’m so sOrry-” you winced, “I’m having some technical difficulti- ah!” 
“Do you need some assistance?” a voice crackled over the intercom. You needed to get the ship on another course or you would soon be nothing but a bug on the windshield of the much larger ship coming right towards you. Cheol’s tongue on your soaking cunt had you trembling where you stood, bent over the control panel, the ship in sight and your mind working against the impulse to give in to Cheol’s magic touch and ignore all your issues. 
You tried to momentarily pull away from his face, but he had you in his grip and you were too entranced by his grip to properly make the effort to get your heat away from his warm tongue. Instead, you pushed on the lever that you had seen Cheol use only once or twice, unsure of what it did but it was the best option. You pushed it as far as it went, and the ship began turning away from your intended course, and by extension, away from the collision course. 
“Thank you. We wish you good luck on your further travels,” the voice from the larger ship sounded through the intercom once again. “No problem, you too!” you managed to say before turning away from the control panel, Cheol’s grip on you only losing for a second as he took his mouth off of you, only to sit you down in the pilot’s seat. This time you weren’t focused on staying on the course however, instead the chair was turned away from the panels and the vast universes outside the ship, instead, you had a very cocky Seungcheol on his knees in front of you. Your cunt was on display and dripping as you awaited his touch yet again. 
“You seemed to be a little distracted just now,” he chuckled. You scowled, but not for long, your neediness taking control of you once again as you pushed Cheol’s face back to your arousal, which he lapped up with fervor, the stress of the moment gone just as it had come, the incident being largely forgotten by the both of you afterward. 
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This was one of the biggest mistakes you could have made on your journey. Forgetting where you were going, forgetting that your newly found safe haven on the ship would only last as long as nothing burst your fragile bubble. 
Days passed, and your waking hours flew past you almost as fast as the space around you did. 
A single blip showed up at the edge of one of the monitors in the cockpit. Blinking bright blue, your spacecraft flew closer with each day. Neither of you paid any attention to it. The both of you relied on the autopilot mode to guide you to Lumen, even if your initial direction was based on nothing more than what San had told you months ago. 
The change of course hadn’t made a difference to your daily routine until you saw the desolate planet in front of you. When you had spotted it one morning in the distance, you had presumed it to be an optical illusion. There wasn’t supposed to be much of anything out here, but you could very clearly see a small planet, darker than the surrounding space, with only the lights of ships to reveal that it was anything other than space junk or a meteor. 
Dark and wet, it lay lonely in the universe. Your fuel had begun emptying after weeks of nonstop flying, you would need to stop at one place or another sometime soon. Changing courses away from the prison planet now would only make suspicion arise from the watchtowers on the planet. There was no denying it: Phylaca would be your next stop.
“We need to put on our best act, we fucked up y/n, let’s make it quick…” Cheol tumbled as you both watched the planet becoming bigger and bigger from the cockpit’s large window. “As long as they don’t find out anything about who we are or why we’re here, everything will be fine,” you agreed, the doubt evident in your voice and the way you were biting your cheek to distract you from the sense of doom you were experiencing. 
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Docking at Phylaca’s spaceport was unexpectedly easy, the man who had answered the intercom had welcomed you to land on one of the less crowded docks before they could come to meet you. You had worried they would take you as pirates or something worse since you weren’t authorized to be there, but the man on the speaker had jokingly called you out on “not exactly looking like a pirate ship.” You weren’t sure how you should take that, but you were thankful that it had let you both safely land on the planet. 
A guard was coming closer, he didn’t look like most guards you had seen before, he was rather short and his stature was on the smaller side. His presence, however, was enormous. The way he carried himself made you a bit nervous as he approached. You went out to meet him, hoping it wasn’t all a ploy to get you and Cheol arrested, he stayed behind inside the ship, having been convinced that it would be safer if nobody had seen him on Phylaca at all. San had recognized him as a level 1 automaton, even though most people can’t tell the difference at all, who was to say that nobody else would? 
“Hey,” the man said and reached out a hand, “Welcome to Phylaca, the intergalactic prison.” 
You had to swallow hard to not reveal how nervous that made you. “Hey, me and my crew were hoping that we could stay here for just a little while, just until we can restock on some supplies and fuel. We’ll be out of your hair before you can even count to 10!” You rambled, not much thought going into what you were saying even though your brain was running in circles trying not to say anything stupid. 
His features were sharp, delicate in some way, he stared at you expressionless as he listened. 
“That soon? On the run or something?” He said, the same expressionless eyes staring at you suspiciously. 
Fuck, you had already fucked it all up. You would die in prison and they would probably send Cheol back to earth and he would forget everything and you would be left here all alone for all of eternity! You wanted to cry. The guard must’ve noticed, because as he saw the tears trying their hardest not to fall from your bottom lashes his expression let up, eyebrows knitting worriedly together and he reached out a hand, “No, shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry!” 
The tears fell, and you wiped them off, pulling back from the hand the guard had reached out for you. “I was only kidding, okay? I’m gonna tell you a secret, yeah?” 
Your tears were gone, you mind a huge question mark as the guard you had been speaking to for about two minutes had 1. Made you cry, 2. Guess your life’s story in two seconds, and 3. Wants to tell you a secret so you won’t cry?? 
Who was this man? 
“You’re not the first person who has ended up here while on the run, and I’ll help if you are! That’s my secret…” he whispered, looking at you with a curious eye. Was he waiting for you to respond to him disclosing what was most likely highly restricted information to you just because you were tired and scared?
“Uhm…” you were speechless, “I’m y/n, I’d love help…” 
“Oh wow, okay that was much easier than it usually is. Hi y/n, I’m Hongjoong,” he gave you a gentle smile now, somehow reassuring you that you would be okay, even if you had just been offered illegal help from what you figured was basically a corrupt guard. 
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“What? He just agreed to help us? A Phylaca guard agreed to restock our storage and fuel tank. Just like that?” Cheol was in disbelief, you nodded with big eyes, barely believing it yourself. 
“I mean, it’s possible that he only said he would because I was crying and he wanted some time to get more guards to come and arrest us… but he seemed very nice!” 
He was in shock, and he was scared, you could see it in his face before he hid it in his hands, rubbing away the worries as much as possible. 
“He… did he not want anything in return?” He finally asked. You were silent for a moment. “Y/n. What did he ask you to do in return for this huge favor?” 
His voice was stern, and you would need to tell him eventually anyhow. 
“…he wants us to help one of his acquaintances get off of Phylaca…” you mumbled, a bit scared of how he would react to you agreeing to host strangers on your ship. 
“You invited refugees from a prison to our ship?” 
“…I did.”
He stared at you, his expression hard to read. 
“Can we run before they get here?” 
“I don’t think we should…”
“…Fine, let’s wait for them, whoever they are. But if it turns out they’re literal murderers or something, we should kick them off sooner rather than later,” he said before standing up. You were standing by the door, not having gotten much further into the room created for the kitchen staff on the ship, the room that you had deemed safe enough for Cheol to stay in while you went outside to meet Hongjoong. 
He walked to you, taking your face in his hands, “Thank you for coming back safely, even if this deal might get us killed in the end.” 
You chuckled but was interrupted when Cheol leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. 
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The ship was ready to lift, but the docks were even emptier than you had seen them during the entire time you had been on Phylaca. Hongjoong hadn’t talked to you much since that first day. He had sent notes along with the supplies he had sent over. It was terrifying each time a delivery was made, you never knew if this was the day you would be found out and arrested. But Hongjoong had turned out to be trustworthy, and you had kept your own promise of staying to help out his acquaintances in need too, at least so far. 
“They haven’t shown yet?” Cheol asked when he came back to the cockpit where you sat, prepared to lift the moment your new passengers were on the ship. 
“Nope, Hongjoong said that they would show up about now… should we leave if they don’t come?” 
“I don’t know. Maybe they will come after us if we leave…we don’t know how much we should trust that guard if we break our deal.” 
He was right, you needed to wait; you needed to keep your promise to make it off Phylaca safely. If you had done all this just to get arrested while leaving the planet, it would’ve all been in vain. 
You waited, the silence of the empty-looking planet feeling increasingly eerie. 
Then you spotted them, you gasped, they were running. Two people were running towards you. You couldn’t see them clearly, they were too far away at first. You recognized the jacket on one of them, it belonged to the guard on Phylaca. The other person was seemingly wearing matching clothes. Were they criminals? What had you gotten yourselves into? 
You didn’t call for Cheol to come look, but he noticed the way you tensed up as you saw them coming closer and the way your breath hitched in your throat when you finally saw them. You recognized one of them from the big plasma screens. His face had been everywhere. Even though you hadn’t been looking much at any of the members standing beside the man you had found out was the idol you were talking to in secret, you could recall his face lit up with the cold blue lights in the evening. He was one of the 53V3NT33N members. D1N0. One of the members Cheol had been forced to leave behind when he ran. He was here, on Phylaca. 
Cheol stood frozen beside you. They stopped just a couple hundred feet away, the other person blocking the view of D1N0’s face. Something was happening, you didn’t know what, but when you saw the guards you didn’t even care anymore. You weren’t going to get caught here, not like this. D1N0 had stayed behind. He pushed the other person forward, and simply watched as they ran toward the ship. They ran away from him, away from the guards, and towards you and Cheol. 
They were the acquaintances Hongjoong had spoken of, they were supposed to leave with you. Both of them. But only one of them got on board. Cheol was still frozen, you weren’t sure if he was even there anymore. You couldn’t wait. The stranger that had run on board was safe. 
You left the docks, hearing a faint, “No!” You knew it was Cheol, but the instinct to get you all to safety was greater than his shouts for you to turn back. He could’ve overpowered you and made you go back, but he didn’t even think that far. He ran to the doors that would’ve led him outside. A large bang echoed through the metal hallways of the spacecraft along with a pained sob. You didn’t know if it came from Cheol or your new passenger.
But there was nothing to step onto, only space. The view of D1N0 was soon lost, you didn’t want any of you to see what would happen to him as he stayed on Phylaca. 
You didn’t want to know what you had done as you left without him. 
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Cheol was quiet. So quiet. 
He said nothing, he barely looked at you. It felt like a stab in the back each time he looked away from you when you even looked his way or opened your mouth. 
The bang had come from Cheol making a dent in the interior of the ship, wrecking his hand in the meantime. You had looked at his broken hand in horror, the sight of his skin cracked but without a single drop of blood or bone showing made you queasy. 
The stillness of the ship continued for days. Your new passenger having shut themselves away from the both of you, it was different than Cheol, but the silence was crushing anyhow. There was nowhere to go, you were stuck right there, in the middle of the universe. 
You used everything San had taught you back at Specus to help heal Cheol’s hand. With bandages and thread, you sewed and patched his cracked skin over the mechanical workings of his broken self. It didn’t help him deal with his real pain though, you knew that. 
You couldn’t understand either of their pain completely, but you tried. He didn’t want you to try. He was hurt and he wanted you to feel as alone as he did, you knew he just didn’t want to be completely alone in his pain. So you let him stay as he was: quiet and angry. 
He didn’t touch you anymore. He didn’t talk to you. He didn’t even care to respond to a single question you asked for over a week. You cried yourself to sleep each night, and did your best to create a new daily routine now that everything had changed into this still place of pain and dark glances thrown your way. 
You had begun blaming yourself, you had made the choice, maybe you did deserve to be shut out by everyone. 
You waited for days for him to take the first step, to tell you that he was ready to talk about it all, to tell you that he wasn’t mad about the choice you had made. He never did. He didn’t say a word. The solitude continues for all three of you on your lonely spacecraft on your way to a planet that didn’t exist…
It continued until you felt yourself going mad, the days had melted together in a bad way, the only emotion you had felt was gray and sticky and you hated it. You had begun hating yourself because of it. 
“Cheol.” Was all you said to him, startling him where he sat staring into space from the cockpit. You stood a couple steps away from him, closer to the door than to the man who seemed like a shell of who he had been before Phylaca. 
At first, he only responded with silence, but after a moment words formed. “Do you know why I had the phone you called in the first place?”
His voice sounded raspy and repressed as if he was choking on the syllables. You shook your head in response. He didn’t see you, but he continued. 
“I convinced the management that I needed a phone that wasn’t connected to the network so that in case anything bad happened to me or the members, I would be able to contact help even when our communication devices didn’t work.” 
His voice wasn’t more than a choked whisper. The words still felt like a slap to the face. 
“Everything I have ever said, done, and felt has always been meant to help my members, they’re my family. Instead, I used what I had gained in the name of helping them, to ruin everything. I did it all for my own selfish desires. Can you understand how much shame and guilt is crushing me every day? Every minute I spend away from them. Not even knowing if they’re okay.”
You had nothing to say. What could you say? Could any of your words comfort him at all? Could you make him the slightest bit happier right now? Could you ever manage to keep him happy? Distracting him from all the disasters of the universe wasn’t possible, so what could you do? 
Instead, you continued to say nothing. Your body fell back against the cold metal wall behind you. You couldn’t say a single word to help him, but you could let him say all the words he needed to say to help himself. 
He stayed quiet for a while. Your shuffling as you slid down to the floor against the wall told him you were still there. His figure slumped back against the chair he sat in. 
“I just, I can’t believe I actually left them all to fucking deal with all of this by themselves. I don’t even know if they made it out alive.” He began, voice still strained as he tried to hide everything that wished to rip him apart from within. “I was supposed to be there for them, to be their leader who stood by them no matter what. And you know what, I took pride in that, I was so proud to be the one to support those guys even in the situation we were in.”
You stayed quiet. Quiet tears streamed down your face as you listened. 
“How could I just leave? What? Because I was scared of forgetting this? I could’ve stayed, I could’ve figured something out.” He was beginning to sound angry now.
“Cheol, no. You know you couldn’t have. This was the only way… wasn’t it?” You whispered, the tears clouding your eyes as you watched the back of his head. 
“I- I don’t know anymore y/n. Maybe I wasn’t thinking clearly at all, maybe I was actually sick like they said…” he sighed. 
Your heart was in your throat, swallowing hard you decided to say your peace as well. “So… because you loved someone- no, because you loved me, you’re gonna blame yourself for everything that has happened? That feels like you’re actually blaming me, you know?”
This made him turn around. His features were tired and his skin was dull. He hadn’t been taking care of himself at all. 
“Y/n, stop it. You know this isn’t your fault.” He mumbled. Tired eyes looking at your tear-stained face. 
“No, maybe it is. You would’ve never broken the rules, they would’ve never found out and you would’ve never been almost rebooted. And most importantly - if you had never loved me you wouldn’t have had to abandon your family.”
“Please, just stop that y/n.” He groaned and let his head fall back, eyes closed, he was in pain. You didn’t know if it was physical or mental. Nevertheless, you wanted him to listen as well. You were in pain too. 
“What? Am I making you feel bad for thinking it’s me that’s the problem and not the goddamn company that put you through it all from the start? Am I making you feel like you’re making me feel with all of your talk of how ashamed you feel that you left that life behind? Because I know, I remember how out of everything horrible in your life back then, those boys were the only thing that made you happy while you were there… So please, stop beating yourself up, Cheol. The past has already happened, we managed to get out right? What makes you think the others weren’t as lucky as we were?”
He stayed quiet for a while. His silence made your heart drop. You needed to ask him straight up. 
“Do you blame me? Do you hate me?” Your voice wasn’t more than a whisper, but he heard you. It was impossible for him not to. 
“I-” he tried, but his voice broke. The tears welled in your eyes. You wanted to fight for what you two had, but if he blamed you… whatever you had might be too far from saving. 
“It’s okay. I understand.” 
You forced yourself to say it, you couldn’t walk away from him. Even if he hated you, you refused to be the one to leave. 
“It’s not that I hate you, I just hate how it hurts. Because it really fucking hurts. I’m in pain every single second and I don’t know how to make it stop.” His voice was breaking as tears streamed down his face. “But, I… I can’t lose you too.”
You placed the back of your hand over your mouth, trying to somehow hold back the pain that wanted to consume you from the inside. 
“We should’ve tried saving Dino…” 
You got up from your corner, your arms finally letting your legs go, replacing your own arms around your body with Cheol’s. He hugged you. Tightly. 
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. It was relieving to say it. He had been in a shame spiral for the past few weeks. He just hadn’t noticed. Still, you stayed with him, waited for him, listened to him. He wanted to repay you for all of it. 
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Weeks passed yet again. Things got better, slowly but surely. You talked to each other. You were beginning to forgive each other for those weeks after Phylaca. It wasn’t easy. 
Breakfast, lunch, dinner, sleep, and repeat. Small conversations, still trying not to start up another fight. It was exhausting. 
The stranger still wasn’t speaking much, too wrapped up in their own mind to be able to share the pain they kept inside. Not that either of you were sharing your struggles with them anyhow. It was a mutual understanding that all three of you needed some space, even as you were trapped together in space. Galaxies passed you by, and you found yourself passing time by watching the tiny lights fly past the large windows from the cockpit.  
Sometimes, Cheol sat with you. Holding your hand, comforting you without words just like he had been that day when this had all begun. That helped. It helped both of you; knowing that neither of you actually wanted to abandon what you had, even after everything. 
When something finally showed up in front of your ship, only a small planet, not much bigger than the moon of the earth, you didn’t allow yourself to get your hopes up. 
After so many months, this was probably only another uninhabited planet with a poisonous atmosphere. 
“I don’t wanna get your hopes up, Cheol, but this planet looks so much like earth…” you shouted to Cheol who was trying to get your guest to eat some of the lunch from earlier, with very little success. 
If this was Lumen, maybe everything would be okay.
Maybe the void of space you had been traveling through had an end after all, despite the overwhelming feeling of being trapped and that you would all end up wasting away inside the ship on your long journey. 
But if this was it…
You let the ship continue straight ahead. Cheol and your guest joined you in the cockpit after hearing your shouts across the deck. 
All three of you watched as the planet became bigger. You could see water, and green patches everywhere. Clouds! There were clouds and an atmosphere surrounding the small planet. 
You had gone off autopilot, Cheol helping you steer the ship toward the planet. You circled it, trying to draw attention to yourselves through the intercom system. No sign of life was heard until a small voice came through, a child. “Hello! Are you aliens??” The child asked over the crackling of the coms. 
You wanted to shout, there was life here! 
“Hello? We’re outside of your airspace, our registration is BO883628K, and we are requesting permission to land!” You shouted back. 
“What are you doing?!” Another voice could be heard, the small child squealed and the crackling disappeared. You were scared the last shot at landing somewhere had been lost forever, but the other voice came back after just a moment. 
“Hey? Who is this?” 
Your body was tense, nerves firing uncontrollably as you explained your errand yet again. 
“Of course, welcome to Lumen, wanderers.” 
You yelped, “Lumen?! We found it?” You were jumping up and down, laughing and shouting as you felt all your worries leaving your body. Your new home was right below you, welcoming you with a warm embrace and new hope.
“Yes, you found it,” the voice crackled, you could hear them chuckling a bit at your excited yelling. “There are bigger docks located northeast of your current location, go there to land safely.”
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You found a house, outside one of the small towns near the docks. You had nothing to give in return for the hospitality the diverse population of Lumen offered you, Cheol, and your newest passenger. 
They didn’t care, they told you that most of the people there had already been through the same suffering that you all had. Anyone who made it to Lumen was treated like family, nobody was to be left empty-handed just because they were strangers to the people. 
“Is this really here? Am I dead or asleep or something?” You said in wonder, grasping at Seungcheol’s arm. You stood in your new kitchen, it was simple, but airy. The view from the kitchen showed the sunny forest lying just behind the garden and the porch. 
“If you’re dreaming I’m dreaming with you.” He laughed hysterically. “But I think it might be real…” 
You jumped into Cheol’s embrace, hugging and kissing him like the past few weeks had all been a bad dream, like this was your true reality and everything bad could be forgotten completely. 
He seemed happy as well, looking around the large house with you, coming up with ways you could improve the place, and how you could make the vegetable garden prosper once again. It was overgrown and run down, everything had been left to its own devices. But it was vacant, and the townspeople had agreed that you two would be wonderful as the new owners of the house. It was a short forest walk back to the town, where you had parted from your quiet passenger, telling them that they were welcome any day and that you would always have a spare room and a shoulder to cry on. It made Cheol happy, somehow trying to make up for the fact that you had lost D1N0 on Phylaca through this person that he must’ve cared about more than his own life. 
“Do you think they will be able to find their way here too? The members, I mean. Like we did?” You whispered, resting your head on Cheol’s shoulder, your hand in his. You watched the dark green leaves swaying in the summer breeze, the flowers following the sun that shone more than it was gone, and the grass on the ground scenting the air you breathed in. 
“I hope so, I think they will know eventually.”
“Know what?” You said and looked at him. 
“That we’re here.”
You tilted your head. “How would they know to find us here of all places?” 
“Remember the secret I had with San on the first ship?” He said and smiled, embarrassed about something. 
You nodded. Not quite understanding what he meant yet. 
“I told him to tell anyone he met that might be related to us. Actually, I told him to let anyone like us know that if we got here, we would offer a home for them to rest at.”
Tears welled in your eyes, he had been thinking of everyone else this entire time. Not once had he let himself be entirely selfish, you squeezed his hand, bringing it up to your lips and pressing a thankful kiss to his soft skin. 
“I think they will come, eventually.” 
The years passed on Lumen. You and Cheol had made a home for yourselves. A home that would be open for any runaways, robot, alien, and human alike. It was safe, happy, and hopeful because one day everything might be absolutely perfect in your new home. 
The spare rooms of your new house would exist for them if they could ever get to their leader. The thought helped him continue, to live life to the fullest until they could join him. It comforted you as well, knowing that he had some hope left and that maybe he could let go of some of the guilt you knew he carried with him each day, and instead let himself be proud of something once again. 
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― part two here
Is it weird that no man has ever given you some good head and your best friend is a bit annoyed by that? Probably not. Is it weird that he offers to eat you out after a particularly bad date? Oh yeah, for sure. You’re still gonna let him though. 
or the one where seungcheol proves to you just how good he is at giving head.
ao3 | m.list | minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog, i will kiss your forehead so fucking fast if you do. 
WORDCOUNT― 3.6k
PAIRING― seungcheol x afab reader 
CONTENT― best friends to best friends that give head, humor, smut, cocky but also whiny seungcheol
OTHER CHARACTERS― mingyu as the mutual friend who wants to bang reader. 
NOTE― this is not proof read. 
smut tags under cut:: 
smut tags― pussy eating (he gets in there), masturbation in the form of humping the mattress and then into his hand, finger fucking, there isn’t any penetration or anything but like....wait for part two
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“What?” Seungcheol says, leaning back against the couch with a groan and a smack to his own forehead.
 “Yeah, so basically he went down on me for less than a minute but expected me to, like, go long enough to ‘swallow.’” 
             Seungcheol groans louder, leaning himself forward again and swiping his drink from your coffee table to take a long and thoughtful sip. 
 “How many times is that, then?” He says between sips, glancing around the room as if he’s in deep thought. “I can’t help but think you seem to pick these kinds of guys on purpose at this point.”
             You look at him in mock pain, grabbing his drink and taking your own thoughtful sip.
 “I dunno, they always talk big game during phone sex and stuff. I figure eventually one of them will live up to it.” You drone on, internally marking your recent date’s name off of your call-back list. 
 “Be honest with me, have you ever actually gotten good head?” Seungcheol asks, letting you mindlessly drink his beverage.
             It’s not weird to be having these types of conversations with him, if at all, something would seem off if you didn’t. He’s the only person in your life that you’ve ever felt this close to. At this point, you think he’d have to chase you down with a bloody hatchet for things to be awkward. 
 “Well, I mean,” You think for a moment too long for his liking, but he gives you the space to finish your answer. “It feels good and all but it’s not like I’ve ever gotten off by it.”
 “Correction, you’ve never been given the chance to get off on it.” His dimpled smile shows, and you’re sure he’s mocking you at this point.
 “Yeah, yeah. Yada, yada. I have terrible taste in sexual partners but to be fair, it’s not like the pool is that big to choose from.”
             He nods in agreement, humming as if to end the conversation and still watching you sip at his drink.
 “Would you be opposed to��” He pauses, making eye contact with you. “Y’know, I could do it for you.”
             You pause, nearly dropping his drink out of your hand but thankfully your grip actually tightens on it instead. You swallow as you look at him, searching his face to see if this is some kind of joke.
 “Seung-fucking-cheol,” You deadpan, sitting his cup back down on your coffee table and leaning toward him, staring him down. “You’d really do that, for me?”
             You bat your eyelashes at him, mostly playing it off as a half-joke just to see if he’s fucking with you or not. 
 “How else are you gonna experience it?” 
             You stare him down harder.
 “You say that like you’re some sort of pussy-eating-god,” You narrow your eyes. “Are you?”
             He shrugs casually with his little smile, leaning back on your couch and stretching his arms out. One of his hands lands behind your shoulder and you lean into it. 
 “I’d let you be the judge of that if you’re up for it.”
             Finally, you decide that he’s definitely not joking and you’re definitely gonna do it because like, that’s your best friend. Experiencing your firsts with him comes almost as naturally as walking. You had your first kiss with him, albeit it was a dare. You experienced your first concert with him, your first break up, your first failed exam, and even your first legal drink in a club. What’s so bad about letting him eat you out?
 “Right now?” You ask, quirking your brow and tilting your head.
 “Now, tomorrow, next week. Whenever.” He runs his hands through his hair as he says it and only now are you starting to really tune into his features that you’ve already found handsome.
             Day after day you’ve seen him on this couch and in other states of dress without really thinking twice about how his lips would feel on you (despite that short first kiss). You’ve seen him kissing all up on other people, you’ve seen him in the club with wet lips from alcohol, you’ve seen him all messy and eating spaghetti at his parent’s house– but for some reason, his lips seem different now. His sleepy eyes seem different, his messy hair seems like something that should be tugged on, his fucking jawline– 
 “Why’re you staring at me like that?” He looks at you up and down as if he’s judging. “You wanna go right now?”
             You nod slowly, letting the traces of any lusty thoughts you’ve had about him in your life come to the front in waves. Then you quickly shake your head.
 “Wait, no,” You roll your eyes more at yourself than him. “I haven’t showered since my date, maybe I should, uh…”
 “Ew.” He comments, that same dopey smile with the same stupid sarcasm as usual. 
 “It was only like, two hours ago, asshole.” You swipe his head as you go to stand up. “I’m gonna go shower so you’re not practically making out with him.”
             He wiggles his eyebrows before fake gagging at you, feeling not a hint of nervousness.
 ~
             Excitement. That’s what you feel. Not because it’s Seungcheol, well, maybe a little bit because you wanna see what his tongue is all about but more so because you’re about to get some presumably good, head.
             You shower thoughtfully, cleaning every part of your body and feeling little goosebumps rise and fall with each sensation of your air conditioning snaking its way past your shower doors. When you get out of the shower, you lotion your body so you’re all nice and soft and brush your teeth just in case things go a little further. You’re not expecting it to, but y’know, nothing wrong with having fun if it comes to it. 
             After all, he’s doing you a favor by going down on you, the least you can do is smell good, be soft, and totally prepared for if he were to suggest more, right? Right. Anyway, you’re all showered up and opt to just let your hair do its own thing as you throw on your shirt and shorts. You ignore the panties at this point, because why not?
             When you get back to the living room, Seungcheol isn’t there. Naturally, you check your bedroom and there he is, still his normal self and lounging against your headboard while flipping through videos on his phone. 
 “And she’s back,” he comments, reaching a hand out as if to invite you to your own bed. “Change your mind yet?”
 “Not even for a second,” you smile as you take a spot in front of him, your entire body facing him as you pull your knees up and lay your chin against your arms. “Have you?”
             He seems to fall into a more serious tone now, locking his phone and flicking his eyes up to look at you, scanning your legs in the shorts. 
 “No,” he chokes back, shocked to see straight between the gap of your shorts and actually lay eyes on the point of this whole situation for the first time. “and you’re not wearing anything under those shorts.”
             You watch his face and the way it turns from your best friend into something you’ve seen time and time again from men you’ve gone home with. It’s sexy on him though, for some reason.
 “Figured I’d save you the trouble?”
             He smiles, now moving himself toward you and reaching a hand behind you to cradle your head. 
 “Lay back,” he says softly, in a voice you’ve only heard a few times from him, “you could have left the shorts off too.” He adds with an even softer laugh.
             For some reason, it makes you feel shy. His hand guiding you to lay back all while grabbing the pillow from behind him and placing it under your head so that you’re nice and comfortable.  You watch him look at you and honestly, it’s in a way you can’t remember him ever looking at you before. If this is how he looks at other women, you may be a little jealous. 
 “You’re being weird.” You say offhandedly, looking away from him and trying to keep the heat from flushing to your cheeks. 
 “You’re letting me eat you out, how am I being weird?” He leans up from you, putting two hands on your knees but still waiting for your eyes to meet his again. “You want me to act like the other dudes? Dip my tongue in then wrap it up?”
             You groan, rolling your eyes back to him and analyzing the way his big hands drape over your knees. 
 “Okay, fair.” You admit defeat, feeling his warm palms move down the back of your thighs and to your ass. 
 “Lift up,” He says, quickly pulling the shorts off of you when you do as he asks. “Oh, Damn.”
             He stares directly between your legs, bracing his hands back at your knees and spreading your legs a bit. He angles his head in different ways to really look at you, seemingly enamored with your pussy as a whole. 
 “Look who’s staring now.” You chuckle, instinctively hiding your face from him despite knowing he isn’t looking up at you.
 “Yeah, I am,” he admits, now adjusting himself on the bed to lay down, his head easily slotting between your legs as he rests his chin on your lower belly and looks up at you. “You can pull my hair or do whatever, I’m just gonna start. Tell me if it’s something you don’t like.”
             As normal as this isn’t, he’s speaking similar to when the two of you had taken on projects before. He typically takes the lead but offers you control more often than not. All you can do is  nod at him, trying to comprehend that it’s your best friend’s head between your legs right now.
             When he pulls his head back up with one last nod of confirmation, the first thing you feel is his fingers slipping up your core, the other braced on your thigh and holding your legs open. You release a short sigh of relief at the feeling and he instantly smirks at it. 
 “I haven’t even started yet,” He whispers, glancing up at you before fixing his eyes back on the expanse of your pussy. He uses his ring and pointer finger to spread your lips open, and the middle finger to rub against your hole only for a brief moment before he licks his lips and releases his own sigh of relief. “Not that you’d know this but, Mingyu would be so jealous right now.”
             You look down at him, watching his eyes meet your before he lets his tongue hang from his mouth and he’s replacing his middle finger with the muscle. You swallow your words, holding your breath at feeling his warm and wet tongue tracing against each of your lips before moving inward and flattening out to  lick one long and languid stipe up your core until meeting your clit. 
             He wraps his lips around it, sucking once, hard, before releasing it and pulling back to look at you.
 “This okay?”
             Goddamn him for making you have to talk right now. You’re still trying to comprehend the fact that he said Mingyu, fucking Mingyu of all people would be jealous that he’s doing this right now? That’s definitely a question for later, because yeah, it’s fucking okay. 
             You nod to him, throwing your arm over your eyes and instinctively bucking your hips up towards his hovering mouth. 
 “Oh, that was hot,” He compliments, watching the way you hide your face before he pulls his eyes back down and uses his fingers to spread your pussy open wider, enough to see your hole pulsate when he dips down to blow against it, “I can see how wet you’re getting, Is it because of me or is it just because you’re getting your pussy played with?”
             You half groan half moan at that, mostly because hearing these words from him is something that feels entirely too sexual. As if he hasn’t already tasted you, as if you’re not spread out by his fingers right now. You ignore his words, yet, your brain holds onto them with tight knuckles and your hips buck toward him again.
 “Not a talker, got it.” He notes, watching your hips chase his breath. 
             He watches for much longer than you’d like for him to, and you’re about to lift up and accuse him of being just like the other guys but he shuts your thoughts off so fucking fast when you feel his lips on you again. 
             His tongue explores every part of your core, licking and sucking against areas you didn’t even know would feel good until his mouth lands against your clit again. This time, you can’t help it, you grind up and he hums at it as he braces your legs open just enough to skew his head and move his tongue back down. 
             Unsure of if you’d let him, he tries anyway. He stiffens his tongue, circling your hole before pressing just a bit, giving you just enough pressure that you’d be the one to finish the attempt by reaching down with a soft moan and lacing your fingers in his hair as you press yourself harder against him. 
             He can taste how wet you are, truly taste it now as he stretches your hole as much as he can with his tongue with a groan of his own. It’s probably embarrassing, considering you don’t even hold your breath or moan this much during actual sex with other people, but god. 
             Both of you are moaning now as you hold his head in place and grind your hips harder than you think you are, but he loves it. Honestly, to the point that he figures he can use his fingers now too considering you let him penetrate you with his tongue. 
             The taste of you alone has him in heaven, cursing any man who didn’t take advantage of your pussy against their mouth. He’s a bit sad when he easily slips one finger into you and pulls his tongue away, taking a breath and looking at you. 
             You’re practically riding his finger, shamelessly chasing the small amount of pleasure he can offer in terms of just head and fingering. He can imagine how hot you’d be without that shirt on, with your legs around his hips, with your mouth wrapped around him. You look blissed out, soaking his finger and keeping your hand in his hair even as he circles your clit again.
             The moment of your hips constantly humping against him is enough, and he can’t help but groan each time you do, he can’t fucking help but grind his own hips forward when you grind against him. His cock is so painfully hard at the image of you right now, at the taste of you, that all he can do is chase the mattress beneath him. Tensing his muscles and moaning against your clit shamelessly at the jolts of pleasure he gets from it. 
             He slips another finger in with ease, feeling how much wetter you’ve gotten and the way the slide is filthy and audible. You groan out at that too, feeling his tongue flick relentlessly against your clit and only now moving your free hand from your face and trailing to your stomach. 
             You can’t even talk, so you don’t. You lift your shirt up until you can at least rub against your nipples, just to heighten the pleasure your best friend is so graciously giving you.
             His eyes watch you do that, a bit annoyed that the shirt is still covering you despite your hand clearly under it doing something to your tits. He’s thinking with his cock, so fucking aroused that he doesn’t think twice when he aggressively lifts your shirt up to your chin and watches the way your fingers poke and prod at the erect nipple there. 
             His eyes roll back with a groan and his hips fuck harder against the mattress at that. His fingers speed up and now he’s focused. You feel him all over you from the waist down, his tongue flicking and lips sucking against your swollen clit, his fingers relentlessly fucking into you, your fingers heightening those sensations by playing with your own tits– then, oh, then you notice. 
             Seungcheol, you’re best fucking friend, is so goddamn horny that he’s dry humping against your bed and whining out moans against your clit. Probably to avoid asking for more, to avoid making you feel obligated to get him off too, to avoid anything you may not want or consent to. And that’s why he’s your best friend.
             It doesn’t take long after that, your hips still as you watch him get himself off all while getting you off, and you find your orgasm bubbling up much faster than if you’d have done this with anyone else. 
 “Cheol, you’re fucking whining,” You groan, rolling your hips up in a stutter. 
             He was almost gonna stop, because yeah, he was. Gasping for air but only tasting you, only swallowing up the moans you give to him, only inhaling the dull scent of the fruity soap you used when you showered. But, you moan louder after you say that. He suspects you must like it, so he continues, shamefully reaching one of his hands between himself and the bed and quickly shoving it down his pants, circling around his cock and continuing to fuck into it. 
             If he thinks hard enough, you’re what he’s fucking right now, and technically, he is, with his fingers and mouth at least. When your hips stutter more, he fucks harder against his hand and holds his fingers inside of you as deep as he can get them. There, he sucks against your clit until you’re the one whining. 
             You release against him in a breathy whine, squeezing his head between your thighs to where he nearly misses you breathe out strings of praises toward him. But he hears them. He definitely heard you say that he looks sexy with your hand in his hair, and god, did he ride off of the fact that you encouraged him to get off with you. Regardless of if you knew if he could or not, regardless of if you knew his hand was providing just enough pleasure for him to do just that. 
             There, as your orgasm subsides with his tongue still flicking your sensitive clit, you watch him writhe his hips against your mattress, his eyes slammed shut, and his breath coming out in pornographic moans. So, this is what Seungcheol looks like when he comes. It’s desperate, but somehow, it feels passionate too.
              You’re all dazed now, pussy pulsing and tingling from the loss of his lips and fingers once he pulls back and lays against your bed with a lazy smile. His pants are uncomfortable, but he doesn’t mind as he wipes his hand across his shirt and watches the way you catch your breath. 
 “So,” He tries to say, but stops to clear his throat. “I guess that’s what it’s supposed to be like when a guy actually likes to give head.”
             You’re shy. You’re never fucking shy, especially towards Seungcheol, but god. 
 “Um, yeah,” you sigh out, lifting from the bed and looking back at him. “Or maybe that’s just what it’s supposed to be like when you give head.” 
             You only say than because, for some reason, you genuinely don’t think another man would ever eat you out to that level again. 
             He nods in admittance, reminding himself that his pants are fucking nasty right now. So, he goes to stand up and extends a hand out to you. 
 “Let’s go clean up.” 
             You shake your head, not at all wanting to move from this bed. He nods again, pulling your shirt back down for you and leaning down to look at you. 
 “I’m gonna bring you something to clean up with, and I’m gonna shower.”
             You smile at him, a bit dazed as you make yourself comfortable on your messy sheets and think hard about the fact that this dimpled motherfucker really never told you how good he was at giving head? rude.
 ~
             Seungcheol looks all proud of himself when he comes back to your room and cuddles into bed with you much like he always has. 
 “I didn’t expect to sleep over, I have work in the morning.” He whispers in a rasp against your back, curling around you like the perfect big spoon. 
             You’re quick to turn on his work alarm on your phone, like you always do when he crashes during weeknights. Because, what best friend doesn’t have alarms set for each other? 
             After a few more long moments of silence, you try to talk. Mostly because your brain is swimming with the fact that, like, you’re not sure but it’s just, wow. 
 “Hey, um,”
 “Hmm?” He hums out in a sleep-heavy voice.
 “Did you actually enjoy doing that for me?”
 “Are you fucking kidding me? I literally came in my pants.” His sudden louder voice causes you to jump, but you relax back into his grasp. 
 “Oh,” You think hard. “Is this gonna change stuff between us?”
 “Probably, but not in like, a bad way. More like in the can-i-eat-you-out-all-the-time-way.” He responds with confidence, shifting a bit and hugging you closer to him. 
             You smile.
 “ And don’t tell other dudes my secrets.”
 “I won't.”
             Seungcheol has his own smile from behind you, wondering if he really is just that good at eating pussy. The truth is, he’s done it a handful of times but he was just really really interested in doing it for you. Don’t ask him why, it was just a thought. 
~
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