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⚠️ TIME TO BEREAL ⚠️ BAD TIMING!!

You are Charles Leclerc little sister and you are in a secret relationship with Carlos Sainz, aka his bestfriend, when the bereal notification rings at a bad time..

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pairing. kim mingyu x reader

description. all your sweet husband wants is to put a baby into you—is that so bad?

↳ tags. smut (18+), breeding kink, husband!mingyu, filthy honestly

w/c. 2.9k

a/n. request .. i couldnt hold back

you shut your eyes tight, squirming against the soft linen sheets as your husband holds you down. mingyu’s thick, strong arm latches onto your hips, pushing them back down whenever you dig your heels into the mattress and lift them up.

his tongue is lapping at your cunt, the lower half of his face slowly turning into a slobbering, dripping mess. “gyu,” you cry out, as he brings up a single finger and plunges it into your gummy walls, rubbing against them relentlessly and moves his mouth to your clit.

this is mingyu’s treat, as he put it five minutes earlier when you rolled on top of him this morning. you’d spent a few peaceful minutes laying on his sheet as he stroked his fingers through your hair as you drowsily murmured something about enjoying this weekend. of course, mingyu being the loving, caring, giving husband that he is, he offered to go down on you to make sure your day started off a little extra sweet.

now, as mingyu promised, you’re on the verge of your likely first of many orgasms for the next two days, nearly having to grab a pillow to cover your mouth so you don’t get a noise complaint from your neighbors.

reaching down to pull his hair, mingyu moans against your core when you tug at the thick brown locks, the vibrations building up that knot that he’s been so carefully tying. he’s looking you right in the eyes and the way his eyelids are half closed, almost as if he’s enjoying this as much as you (he probably is), has that knot being pulled so tight that you can’t help but let tears prick at corner of your eyes when it finally snaps.

mingyu fucks his fingers into you so fast it has you seeing stars as you ride out your orgasm, his demanding grip on your waist finally being release so you can swivel your hips to meet the movements of his hands. coming down with cries of his name and heavy pants, mingyu finally frees your overstimulated cunt of his ministrations, not breaking his gaze on you.

“you liked that?” he asks jokingly, peeling himself away from your wet thighs, glistening chin on display under the morning glow. rolling your eyes as you finally catch your breath, you let your hiked up knees fall to the bed as mingyu crawls up to you, pressing a messy kiss on your lips.

wincing slightly at the feeling of your own wetness against your cheeks, you push his face away gently. “of course i liked that,” you mumble, face burning.

mingyu chuckles, rolling over and laying in his back next to you, legs intertwined with yours. “just making sure angel,” he replies, bringing up a finger to wipe away some of the wetness from his lips, watching you as you shimmy your panties back on. he pouts when he realizes you’re getting up, fisting and unfisting his hand as he reaches out for you in a grabbing motion. “want more, angel.”

you consider going along with whatever plans mingyu has, and although you are quite turned on, you also feel the need to be a little productive. “i thought this was my treat, was it not?” you retort, swinging your legs over the bed and standing up, making your way out the door.

mingyu huffs at your response, “you’re lame,” throwing his head back. he kicks his legs around in the bed with a faux tantrum, rolling over to your side—he insists it’s warmer—and reaches for your phone. “hey babe, what’s your password again?” he calls out to you in a teasing tone when you’re at the bedroom door.

“mingyu there’s no way you just asked me that,” you sigh, knowing where this is going. he looks up at you with a smug grin as he holds your phone in the air.

“i know,” he says smugly, ”i just want to hear you say it.”

warmth permeates your body at his honesty, and you ears burn as you turn away, embarrassed. “it’s your birthday…”

“aww, really?” he coos as if you haven’t repeated this a million times.

“yes babe,” you mumble, walking out the door. “don’t milk it, or i’ll change it.”

mingyu gasps from the bed. “you would never,” he yells in disbelief.

“would so!” you yell back, grinning to yourself knowing that it’s a damn lie. “what are you doing on my phone anyways?” you ask curiously from the kitchen.

“‘m checking your calendar,” he replies, and from the open door you can see him scrolling through what you can only assume is your period app. you, once again, have an idea of where this is going to go, except this time you aren’t sure if you’ll be able to control yourself—not with the way you instinctively press your thighs together as you remember that it’s that time of month.

no, not that time of month—the other time of month.

you don’t even have time to think about what you’re going to make for breakfast because mingyu is thudding down the hallway and circling his large hand around your wrist and dragging you back to the bedroom. you can’t even find it in you to protest at this point, the familiar pooling of heat at the base of your stomach reinforcing the fact that you want—no, need—this as much as him.

you stumble over your steps but mingyu’s grip on you is tight and steady and before you know it he has you in the air and thrown onto the mattress. “you’re already prepped right angel?” mingyu confirms as he pushes his boxers down before clambering on top of you, resting himself between your legs.

“i dunno,” you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him down into a fierce kiss. “you kind of did eat me out like five minutes ago, did you forget?”

“how could i?” mingyu grins, tugging at the hem of your (his) shirt as a signal to take it off. “you look so hot when you cum,” he adds, “wish i could take a picture and make it my wallpaper or something.” he yanks down your soiled panties once more, making it a personal goal for himself to make sure you don’t get the chance to put them back on this morning.

“you already have pictures,” you remind him, slipping off mingyu’s shirt from your body, falling back onto the sheets as he stares down at you, his painfully hard length pressing into your thigh.

“yeah but they aren’t my wallpaper,” mingyu whines, flicking your clit once and chuckling at the way your body jerks.

“maybe because i don’t want—i don’t know—dokyeom to see me naked every time you open your phone.”

“ugh, you’re right—i hate sharing,” he agrees, nudging his tip against your folds. “you ready angel?”

"uh-huh," you murmur, lifting your hips slightly so he can line himself up with your hole. his bulbous tip hardly pushes in an inch before you're whining out his name and pushing the side of your face into the mattress from the stretch.

not even years with mingyu can prepare you for the way his cock is always so thick and long—the initial stretch is always a challenge, but the sensation of being split in two by your one and only husband has become one that you cherish.

"fuck," mingyu grunts, letting his had fall to your shoulder as he eases his cock into your cunt. "you're fucking sucking me in babe," he continues as he finally bottoms out. pressing kissing onto your skin, you dig your nails into mingyu's back as he allows you to adjust.

when you start to involuntarily rock your hips into his, mingyu takes this as his chance to take control, pressing his arms into your pelvis to still your movements. looking up at him with confusion, his only response is a smirk as he roughly snaps his hips back, the harsh drag of his cock making your vision go hazy and your mind go dizzy. without warning, he ruts back into you, and he feels so close that you nearly feel his cock pulsing inside of your cunt.

the sound of your soaked pussy and mingyu's cock colliding echos through the room, a wet puddle forming beneath the area you connect. your body shakes on the mattress with every thrust, his hips sending you in a back and forth motion as you reach for his hand to stabilize yourself.

"fuck, how are you always this tight?" he moans, slick from your cunt running down his thigh as he angles himself higher above you.

"f-feels so good gyu," you manage to gasp, your legs weakening, their grip on his hips growing loose. "baby, your shoulders—fuck—ca-can you—can i—" you beg incandescently, not making much sense but it seems mingyu understands the message as he slows down his movements.

"god yes." grabbing your legs, he pushes them up so that your knees are pressing against your chest. you secure them in their spot by wrapping your hands under your knees, but the position doesn't last for long before mingyu throws each leg over his shoulder so your ankles touch behind his neck. mingyu latches his arms over your legs that are now pressed against his chest, before pulling his hips back and ramming back into you.

the sound of skin slapping against skin rings in your ears and with every batter of his cock against that one spot in your cunt, you feel closer and closer to white, hot release. you grapple at the sheets around you, not being able to hold your husband's hands, and squirm at the feeling of his cock twitch inside of you.

"you close gyu? 'm close," you moan.

"yeah—shit—i can tell babe, you're squeezing me so tight, so good. gonna milk me dry angel?" he grunts, pressing down further so you're nearly bent in half.

"i wanna," you babble mindlessly, "wanna cum with you—wanna have your cum gyu—"

even in your hazy state, you catch the way mingyu's eyes darken at your words. "fuck say that again," he orders.

"want your cum!" you cry out, feeling the hot coil in your stomach grow close to it's end. "fill me up gyu, 'm so close, 'm ready—please, please, please, gimme your cum gyu, please." your words are going through mingyu's ears and straight down to his cock and then he's slamming into you so hard you think you might fall off the face of the earth.

"fucking perfect pussy, 'm gonna fill you up, fill you up so good your tummy's gonna be all swollen with my baby," mingyu moans with thick spurts of his seed shooting through you, marking your cunt as his. the feeling has your back arching off the mattress, legs shaking over his shoulders as you shriek his name. "you like that?"

"mingyu—shit! love it, love your cum, love you!" you whine as pleasure slams through your body, legs giving out from the tension so they fall by mingyu's side so he can continue fucking into you despite his own overstimulation.

he watches the way you twitch at every movement, looking down at the part when his cock kisses your pussy, adoring the way he's able to fuck all his dripping seed back into you, muttering to himself about how he's gotta "make sure you don't waste a drop."

within a few moments you're both intertwined as an overstimulated mess, mingyu finally stilling inside of you as you pant for breath. "think it worked?" he murmurs, and you lift your head to look down at your core.

"it'd better," you reply, letting mingyu lean down to kiss you. then, against his lips, you continue, "we fucked up the sheets for this." you shift a little and then you feel the cool wet spot that has formed, cringing at how you already have to change the sheets.

"mm, we can just make use of the space…you know, since it's already so messy," mingyu suggest, pulling away from your lips and now that he's not kissing you, you're hyper aware of the way he's growing hard inside of you.

"mingyu—"

"c'mon angel, you know you want to. need to see you brimming with my cum," he eggs you on, grabbing your waist and turning you over on your stomach while he's still inside of you. you feel the stretch from inside of your pussy return, and mingyu's words are doing nothing but filthy things to you because you feel yourself growing warmer at the thought of his cum seeping out of you.

"please," you squeak out when he forcefully yanks your hips up so your ass is in the air, lined up with mingyu's pelvis.

"so needy," mingyu chuckles, pulling his length out halfway, placing a hand on your ass to steady himself. your whole core is covered in wetness, a mix of his saliva from earlier when he went down on you, his cum, and your own wetness. the sticky mixture coats both of your bodies now, and mingyu can't help but spiral at the idea that after this, you're going to be filled with even more of his cum.

he snaps his hips so his cock slamming back into you with such sheer force that you lurch forward, the only thing holding you in your spot being mingyu's grip on your lower half. "bet you wanted this—fuck—" he mutters out, each word punctuated with increasingly sharp thrusts, "—from the moment you woke up. wanted to be fucked raw. wanted me to dump my cum inside of your perfect fucking pussy."

"yes!" you agree without a thought to your head, arms giving out so your face is pressing into the mattress now. your moans are a bit muffled and mingyu is slightly annoyed that he can't hear you to your fullest, releasing his irritation by plunging his cock into your gaping cunt harder and harder, which has you crying out louder and louder.

"holy fuck, you're so tight—are you gonna cum already?" mingyu groans as you arch your back and push your ass back to meet his thrusts, chasing your third orgasm of the day.

"s-sorry gyu—it feels s-so so good," you blabber, tears springing at your eyes as a sob rips at your throat. you're so close already, your core squeezing and twitching uncontrollably at the immense stimulation and pleasure that's coming over you. you're tethering on to whatever last bit of self control you have as mingyu abuses your warm, wet walls with his cock.

"don't apologize angel," mingyu reminds you, but it's hard to believe him when his voice sounds so strained. you can tell he's refraining, holding himself back from letting loose and now you're mind is going blank at the thought of mingyu cumming inside you as tears begin to streak down your cheeks.

"oh my god, mingyu, 'm getting close," you warn, body growing limp as your thighs begin to cramp.

"fuck, my precious angel gonna cum on my cock? gonna make a mess?"

"yes, love your cock mingyu, love it, need it," you plead. "can i have your cum? wan' more of your cum gyu—feels so good." your vocabulary is reducing to that of a five-year olds (save for the repeated begging for mingyu's seed) and you can't help but hiccup over yourself.

"wan' my cum? fuck, i'll give you my cum—breeding you like the good fucking girl you are," mingyu spits out, jamming his cock into you with sloppy but determined thrusts. they're erratic and mindless but it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you cum for the third time this morning.

muffling your cries with the sheets underneath you, the way you're bawling out his name and pleading, "fill me up gyu, do it deep," has him letting go of all notions of self control.

he's cumming inside of you once more with one last thrust, murmuring, "gonna fuck a baby into you—you want that? wanna have my babies, angel?"

"yes gyu—fuck!" you moan at the feeling of his load being squirted inside of you, the hot ropes of cum seeming endless as the sensation helps you ride out the last of your orgasm.

"fuck, i've filled you to the brim," mingyu groans, looking down at the way his and your liquids cream the base of his cock and balls, the mess dripping down onto the linen. "what a mess," he mumbles to himself, more satisfied with himself than anything.

you're still slightly shaking, the past three orgasms fully catching up to you with a harsh wave of exhaustion that has your body falling forward flat onto the mattress, mingyu slipping out of you in the process. you let out a soft groan at the feeling of being empty, but have no time to dwell on the thought as mingyu flips you over again so you're lying on your back.

you're able to see the look on his face now, finally facing him, and the way his eyes sparkle down at you has your stomach tumbling in adoration. "i love you," mingyu states, eyes trailing down from your face back down to your cunt.

"i love you too," you chuckle before saying, "my eyes are up here lover boy." mingyu rolls his eyes, but doesn't peel his eyes away. "take a picture babe, it'll last longer." mingyu's eyes shoot up at that.

"can i?"

"only if you send it to me too."

a/n. hope you enjoyed! please like and reblog and let me know how u liked this c:

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18+ only. minors, do not interact.

pairing. dom!mingyu x sub!f!reader (reader notes: she is smaller than mingyu!!! very smaller than mingyu!!!!) genre. smut... fluff at the end if you squint word count. 1029 (barely proofread hehe) cw. established relationship, unprotected sex (do NOT do this), d/s dynamics, daddy kink because i wrote this & mingyu is my daddy (what ab it!), so so so many nicknames... (gyu calls reader princess/little girl/sweetheart/bunny <3), humiliation & degradation... but also praise! especially at the end!, breeding kink <3 (but he doesn't cum in this one sorry), choking <3, SIZE KINK, mingyu has thing for corruption, probably more i can't remember author's note. sorry. but also not really...

“look at you, princess,” mingyu coos, “always so fucking needy.”

he pounds into you from behind, your face buried in the sheets, back arched tight and knees knocked as far apart as you can. your cheeks are flushed and wet with tears, and soft, breathy whimpers spill from your parted lips with every relentless stroke. he has your hands pinned behind your back with one hand, the other digging into your hip as he fucks into you, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust. 

“where did my innocent baby go, hm?” he taunts, ramming into you to punctuate his words. “since when were you such a little cockhungry whore?”  

his big cock feels delicious splitting you apart, stretching out your tight pussy and hitting that gummy spot inside you with each thrust that has you melting underneath him. 

“daddy—”

“you used to be such a pure, little angel,” he says condescendingly with a grunt as he curls over your body, palms planting into the mattress to hold himself up. “and now look at you. always begging to be filled.”

if you had half the mind to, you would be embarrassed by his words. maybe even humiliated because he’s right and you know it— but you can’t bring yourself to care. not when he’s bucking into you repeatedly with the promise of stuffing you so full of his cum that it leaks out of you. not when his thick cock stretching your pussy open burns so good.

there’s nothing left of you, really, because mingyu has reduced you into a mess of tears, crying and whimpering daddy, daddy, daddy into the sheets as you take his cock.

the drag of his big cock against your puffy walls drives you delirious, the blunt head catching on your g-spot each time he bottoms out. he wonders how the hell your body still hasn’t adjusted to his size despite fucking you at every chance he gets; morning, afternoon, and night. maybe you were just that tiny, but he’s convinced you just were made for him.

“d-da— ngh—”

your entire body trembles as your orgasm bubbles beneath the surface, coiling in your centre, ready to snap at any time. the way you tremble in his hold, the way your pussy spasms around his cock as your moans turn into sweet, high whines is enough indication for him to know you’re close. 

he kneels back and pulls your much smaller body to his big one, your back flush against his broad chest, and the new angle has you keening. his hands grip onto your waist to slam you onto his thick cock in time with the rhythm of his brutal thrusts, and you turn your head to nudge your nose against his jaw, helplessly whining straight into his ear. 

“daddy, please—” you hiccup, hot tears rolling down your cheeks. “pleasepleasepleaseplease—”

“my little girl wants to cum?”

you nod frantically, eyes squeezed shut as you zone in on the feeling of mingyu’s big cock rutting into you. you’re so, so, so close. 

“then beg.”

“i wanna cum, daddy, please,” you plead. “please, please, please, let me cum. i needa cum—” 

mingyu’s plump lips brush over your pulse as a smug smirk splays across his features. “go ahead, sweetheart.”

he brings one hand to your neck and god, the way his hand covers your throat entirely makes you feel so, so small. he presses down on either side to slow the blood flowing to your brain, the pads of his fingers pressing against your veins just right to make you lightheaded.

“daddy!” you cry out as you cum, and your vision goes white as static noise rings in your ears. your orgasm hits you head on and it’s bone-shattering; it crashes into you in seven foot waves, so hard it knocks the breath out of your lungs, and mingyu’s hand on your neck only heightens the feeling.

mingyu buries himself in you all the way to the hilt as he grunts and stills at the feeling of your cunt tensing around him. “fuck— that’s it, princess. good girl.”

your body quivers as you squirt all over him, soaking his thighs and the sheets below. 

“look at you, baby. making a mess all over my cock,” he mumbles against the shell of your ear. he slows his hips and lets go of your throat, helping you ride out your high as you hiccup and sob, the onset of overstimulation beginning to buzz through your veins. 

mingyu holds you close as you calm down, one arm now wrapped around your shoulders while the other wraps around your waist securely. he kisses up your neck to your temple, and whispers the sweetest of praises against your flushed skin as you cry quietly, the last traces of your high ebbing away.

“daddy’s here. you’re okay,” he whispers against your skin reassuringly. “you’re doing so good f’me, princess. m’so proud of you.”

your hands are weak as you hold onto his thick forearms for comfort. then he plants a kiss onto your temple before capturing your lips with his to kiss you tenderly. 

“alright, sweetheart?” he asks against your kiss swollen lips. “that was a big one, huh?” 

you nod weakly, wordlessly. there’s nothing else you can do as your energy drains out of you, exhausted from the intensity of your orgasm. he can’t help but chuckle though, a twisted mix of guilt and delight filling his chest as he sees your fucked out state. he kisses your temple again. 

“yeah? you’re doing so good.” you can feel him slowly start to rut into you again. “daddy just needs to cum, alright? just a little bit more and we’re done, honey.”

you whimper. you’re not sure if it’s in protest or in need. 

“you can do it, sweetheart.” he carefully lays your weakened body flat onto the mattress. “do it for daddy. you’ll do it for daddy, right?”

“y-yeah…” you hiccup. mingyu’s dick hurts at how fucking cute you sound. 

“yeah?” he just wants to hear you say it again. 

you bury your face into the sheets and nod weakly. “yeah.”

“that’s my girl.” 

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junhui as your nerdy smart bf who tries his best to help you with your studies as much as he can, always supporting you in any way possible.

you’re sitting on his lap when he’s trying to explain a problem to you, holding your hand as he tries to help you the best he can. “jun— ah!” you gasp when you feel his hands at your waistband, trying to pull it down. he doesn’t say anything in response, just putting his glasses on the table. something about that makes the whole situation 10 times hotter. “i want you to try to do this problem by yourself, baby.”

you nod, taking your pencil in one hand. suddenly, you let out a shaky breath when you feel your waistband and panties pushed down. “let’s use the other method this time, okay?” junhui whispers in your ear, watching your every move, smiling when you whisper a little sorry. “don’t be, baby, i know you can do it.” you let out a shaky moan when his freezing cold fingers suddenly meet your burning clit, rubbing little circles on the bud. his actions cause you to squirm a little, letting out the little whimpery whiney moans junhui love so much. “focus.” junhui warns, landing a harsh slap to your cunt. the sudden touch makes you flinch, moaning slightly when he uses his fingers to soothe your aching cunt, coating them in your juices.

“i-i’m trying,” you whimper, tears prickling at your eyes. junhui just coos at you softly, playing with your dripping pussy. “aw, dumb baby going to cry?” he mocks, pinching your clit on purpose. you feel so humiliated, trying to hide your face from junhui when the first tears fall. “ah ah ah, don’t hide from me, pretty girl.”

his hand is on your jawline, leaning in to press an open mouthed kiss to your lips. in the middle, he slaps your pussy again, making you moan loudly. it’s embarrassing that you’re already getting so wet from his words.

“dumb little baby can’t even do a simple problem,” junhui coos, slipping a finger into your hole, lazily thrusting in and out. you whine from the sudden entrance, clenching around him helplessly. “you’re so needy for me, so cute,” he chuckles, rubbing your clit with his other hand while he slips a second finger inside.

“so, so good,” you whimper, “so full.” your warm gummy walls feel so nice around junhui, he wants to split you open. he starts thrusting into you at a quicker pace, fingers curling right where you need them to and the wet sounds of his fingers entering your soaked sore surround the moan. they join your loud, whiney moans— to be fair, junhui’s playing with your clit as well.

“jun, please, i’m going to cum!” you whine out, squirming more as you feel you reach your climax. “you’re so dumb it’s cute,” he mutters, “alright, baby, come apart on my fingers.”

you come all around him, squirting your juices everywhere— coating your tummy, his hands.. it’s embarrassing. junhui slaps your pussy repeatedly as a way to help you ride out your orgasm, load slapping noises filling the room as he uses his hand to push your head towards him.

junhui kisses you again, this time softer and sweeter as your noses bump against one another. he wipes the tears off your cheek between kisses.

“that was so hot, baby, can’t believe i got you to squirt.”

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seungkwan’s got me 😵😵😵

how svt members would react to you doing the ariana grande fantasize tiktok dance (18+) ༊*·˚

✎ warnings. suggestive content, kissing, pet names (baby, love, sweetheart, angel), mentions of bruised knees, squirting, cowgirl position, some curse words ✎ a/n. if anyone has done this yet please lmk!! as far as I know I haven't seen any but you never know! the way i got SO EXCITED TO GET THIS IDEA IN MY BRAIN AFTER BEING OBSESSED WITH THE DANCE JDFJJD i'm going a lil insane! happy reading <3 MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

seungcheol

would instantly get turned on by the way your hips moved, displaying your ass for him on the first move. it didn't help at all that you were wearing short shorts and his t-shirt, so about halfway through the dance, he interrupts you by pulling you by the waist to have your body touch his.

"you learned this for just for me, baby?" cheol says with a smirk growing on his smug face, and you nod excitedly looking up at him, your arms now around his neck, "wanna show me those moves in bed?"

jeonghan

he'd watch you complete the dance in such aww, mouth agape as he watched your every move. the way your hips swayed, the way you shook your ass up and down on the floor facing him, he grew hard immediately.

he licked his lips as he looked you up after you finished the dance, out of breath. he claps a few times before standing up from where he was sitting, caressing your cheek, "do you really fantasize about me that much, sweetheart?"

joshua

the amount of praise that escapes his lips as the beat of the song continues — he's ended up turning the situation around and it causes you to end up being the most flustered one in the room. as hard as shua was, you grew wetter by the minute from the praise coming from your boyfriend.

"don't stop on my watch, baby," shua teases when you came to a stop mid-way, "keep dancing~ you're doing so well for me."

jun

would be similar to jeonghan, except instead of watching in aww he'd be dead silent, staring at you as his cock grew harder by the second. he adjusted himself on the seat he was sitting on, trying to find a comfortable position, but you could tell by the way his hand palmed his crotch through his sweatpants he needed you so badly.

maybe it was because he was a performer, and he knew you could dance but it never occurred to him that he's never seen you dance so sexy for him (and only him, for that matter) up until now. seconds after the song ended, he motions for you to sit on his lap and you end the night by riding him for three rounds. or more, you guys were too fucked out to keep count.

hoshi

oh, hoshi is jumping up and down screaming out of complete joy, cheering you on as if you had a whole audience — except it was just for him. he's asking you to do the dance again and again, showering your face, your neck, (and even lower on your chest for good measure).

you do the dance so much, you end up having bruises on your knees from how hard you went to dance for your boyfriend. he smirks, noticing them at the same time with you, "not the first time i've seen those for me.."

woozi

woozi's seen this trend because of you, specifically. he had heard the audio replaying on your phone as you laid down on the couch a few nights ago, looking at you with a confused face to show him. and then you did, making a bet that if you could learn the dance, he'd reward you.

and after many days of practice, you were ready to show him. with a few mistakes, woozi knew either way that he'd reward you even if you attempted to miserably. later that night, he'd overstimulate you until you couldn't take it anymore.

"look at you, all fucked out for me," woozi groans, "you were amazing, baby."

wonwoo

it took a couple of tries to get his full attention, but only when you start blasting the music and he realizes what the lyrics are saying, his eyes wandering to what you're doing. luckily, but unluckily enough for wonwoo, you're at the part of the dance where you're mimicking riding up and down, and his face starts heating up.

"are the lyrics true?" wonu questioned, you nodding frantically out of excitement building up within you, "you don't mind giving me that pussy of yours now.. do you?"

dokyeom

he gets flustered immediately over the first move, leaning in forward in his seat to hide his oh-so-obvious hard-on that continue to grow harder as he watched your body move. he starts giggling as you kept going, being your own personal hype-man like the amazing boyfriend he is.

but hiding the bulging cock underneath his sweatpants got difficult, so he gets even shyer as you finish dancing. you notice how he reacts and smirked, crawling towards him to pull out his cock with your hand, and give him the most eye-rolling first blow of the night.

"maybe at the end of the night I can give this pussy just like you want, hm kyeomie?" you teased, earning a groan from kyeom.

minghao

hao was good with his hands and he knew it, so he took it to his advantage and began fingering you on the floor right after you finished dancing for him. he curled his fingers and moved faster, wanting to overstimulate you as much as he can.

you ended up squirting all over his hand and floor, as he continued to finger you through your high for what felt like forever, "you deserve all this pleasure for what you're doing to me, angel."

mingyu

you had made him kneel while you danced, doing this on purpose to shake your ass in front of his eyes. you said you wanted to show him something you learned, and while you did, he looked up at you with those puppy dog eyes. gyu practically drooling by the way his mouth was hanging. he always loved your ass, and you knew it would get to him right away.

he wraps his arms around your legs, pulling you closer so that he was practically begging you to fuck him. but the first thing he wanted to do was eat you out while you stood — he wanted to see how wobbly he could get you after what you just did to him with just his tongue.

seungkwan

his cheeks were as red as apples as you slide on the floor, grinding down. you've never rode him, but in this moment he really, really wanted you to after seeing such an unexpected scene. you had told him you learned a new tiktok dance but he didn't expect it to be so.. intimate? sexual? a work of absolute art?

that same night (and the following nights after..) you had rode him for the very first time, cumming on his cock, looking down as he had his eyes closed while you bounced up and down, rubbing your clit at the same time. kwan felt like he was in heaven, having your tits bounce in front of his face while you rode him through your highs.

"this might be-" kwannie breathed out, "my new favorite position."

vernon

vernon would be so enticed by the dance, by you, and bopping his head to the beat every-time your body danced along with it. you've danced for him before, so this wasn't your first time shaking ass and grinding on the floor in front of him. but man, every time you did it ended up messy between the two of you.

clothes on the floor, your hand clenching onto his bicep, his hips thrusting up into you as you rode his cock, feeling and hearing the music in his head — the scene of you grinding on the floor now becoming a reality on his cock in front of him.

"fuck-," vernon groaned and you threw your head back in pleasure whilst bouncing, "this pussy really was made for me, baby."

chan

as the performance king he is, he watched you intently while you swayed your hips back and forth for him. he couldn't help but notice the faces you were making while dancing to the music and he could tell that you were making them on purpose. they were faces of you practically moaning, asking him to fuck you right there.

and so chan did. his cock was buried deep inside your wet pussy, the music playing on a loop from across the room since all that was on your minds was that you wanted to fuck each other desperately. especially chan after what you pulled.

out of breath, chan manages to let out, "you're so tight for me love, be the good girl you are and cum on my cock."

a/n. if this idea was already written please let me know!! also went a lil batshit crazy with this one hehe i hope you guys enjoyed it :)

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Lavender Haze | kmg x reader

Rating: M (18+) | WC: 2.8k

Posted first on my patreon

Warnings: drug use (marijuana), shotgunning, mention of spanking, mingyu holds u down, fingering, oral f. rec., naked reader clothed mingyu, big dick mingyu, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, condomless piv sex, squirting, creampie

Reader Notes: has vagina and breasts, wap

“Baby, look at me,” Mingyu requests, taking your chin between two fingers and tilting your head up so he can lock eyes with you. You’re curled up next to him on the couch, lo-fi playing on the TV and your sunlamp set to a lavender fuchsia as you trade one of the blunts he rolled earlier. Your head feels heavy so you’re thankful he’s moved it for you, and when your vision finally focuses on him, you can’t hold in the gasp that rises.

He looks… ravenous.

His eyes are half-lidded, his pupils dilated so much you can hardly differentiate them from the rich espresso of his irises. You know what this look means, what it means for you, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t already feel the heat rising in your belly as he stares at you.

His lips part before they land on yours, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip and his tongue sliding over the stinging flesh to soothe the pain. Mingyu always soothes the pain, always smooths his hand over your ass after a spank, always carries you to the bath after he’s fucked you so hard you can’t walk, always covers every mark and bruise and sore spot with a kiss.

He always takes care of you, and that’s why you trust him to take off all your clothes, and lay you down, and place the still burning blunt in your mouth. You purse your lips around it so it doesn’t fall out, taking a deep hit and cupping his cheek in your hand to bring him back down to you.

Pressing his open mouth to yours, he pulls the smoke from your lungs before breaking away to blow it out. His next kiss is harder, headier. He sucks your tongue into his mouth and lays a hand on your throat, not to squeeze but to remind you that he’s there, that you’re his and he’s yours. He plucks the blunt from your fingers and sits up on his knees to take in a deep breath of smoke, leaning down to exhale it into your open mouth before putting the blunt out in the ashtray and covering your body with his.

He kisses you until you’re breathless, until your head spins and your core throbs, until his every touch makes you gasp and whine and dig your nails into his skin. You almost feel delirious with want by the time his lips part from yours, and you’re just about to beg him to touch you when you feel his hand, big and hot, between your thighs.

Your back arches at the pressure, at the way his hand covers the whole of your pussy, and when he digs the heel of his palm into your clit, you keen. The sound is sharp and high, drowning out the music playing in the background and making Mingyu beam. He loves breaking you down, loves taking you apart and putting you back together, and you know he knows this sound is just the beginning.

His fingertips play with your entrance, two fingers dipping in and out and starting to stretch you for what you’re sure is to come. Mingyu’s cock is big, just like the rest of him, and even after three years together, he still has to open you up for him. He loves it, loves that every time you take him is like the first, that when he pushes inside of you, he has to make space. He loves that your cunt molds to the shape of him, hugs him like a vise and sucks him in deeper and deeper until he never wants to leave.

You know all this because he tells you. He’s telling you now, as he sinks those two long, thick fingers inside of you.

“Pussy’s so perfect for me, baby. I fucking love how you wrap around my fingers, can’t wait to feel you on my cock.” His voice is raspy, deep, like he’s been praising you for hours already, and you can feel yourself get wetter, feel your walls squeeze at the thought of his cock splitting you open.

His fingers curl, searching for the spot that will ruin you and finding it with devastating ease. Your hips jump when he rubs over the patch of nerves inside you, your heart fluttering at the grin that rises to his face as he starts to work you up. It won’t be long now that he’s got a lock on your g-spot, and you can only hope he’ll decide one orgasm is enough for him to fuck you.

“So fucking wet, baby. You can hear it, right? Listen,” he breathes, spreading his fingers and rocking them in and out so the obscene sounds of his movements inside you grow even louder. You whine and squeeze your eyes shut, feeling incredibly naked and exposed before your fully clothed boyfriend. You can’t say you don’t like it though, that he revels in your reaction to him.

It makes you feel special, cherished, like he’s still trying to earn you even three years later. It also makes you feel hot, inside and outside, and as you watch him watching you, the knot inside you winds tighter and tighter.

The pad of his thumb presses to your clit, rolling over it one, two, three times, and you’re a goner. Your back arches, your voice caught in your throat and your eyes watering as Mingyu fucks you through it. His lips are stretched in a feral grin and his eyes are full of heat, his cock hard and pressing against the fabric of his gray sweats.

He doesn’t seem to care about his own need, slowly withdrawing his fingers and sliding them into his mouth with a groan before placing his palms on the backs of your thighs. He folds them up to your chest, leaning down and spreading you open, his mouth just inches from your cunt.

You know he likes to look, so you let him take in his fill, feeling your pussy clench and your clit throb under his watchful eye. You should be ready for him to lick into you, but you’re not. His tongue makes you jump, makes you tremble, the hot, wet sensation almost too much in your afterglow.

He moans into your pussy, the vibrations sending a shiver down your spine that ends with a buck of your hips. Mingyu nods and presses in harder, his nose digging into your clit and his tongue delving into your entrance. He fucks you with his tongue, shaking his head from side to side to get in deeper and groaning throatily when you clench down.

His tongue leaves your opening to glide through your folds, laving over your clit again and again until you cum with a cry, your legs shaking and your toes curled. He’s relentless, pushing you through your second orgasm and trying to pull you right into another with his lips wrapped around your clit and his tongue tap tap tapping at it.

You try to writhe away from him but he’s too strong, too insistent that you receive the pleasure he’s dying to give you, his hands firm on your thighs and his bodyweight holding you down. There’s nothing you can do but take it, and you feel him smile against you as you give in, untensing your muscles one by one and settling further into the couch cushions.

He eats you out for hours, days, weeks.

Until you’ve lost the ability to count your orgasms, until tears stream down your face, until you can’t feel your legs or your arms or the couch beneath you. He devours you, body, mind, and soul until he’s had enough, or at least until he decides you’ve had enough.

You stare blankly up at the ceiling, your vision blurry and your breaths uneven, as Mingyu carefully unfolds you. He pulls your legs down around his waist, massaging your thighs to work out any knots that formed before smoothing his hands reverently up your body.

“You okay, baby?” He checks, hovering above you on one arm and cupping your cheek with his free hand. He furrows his brows, biting at his lip and brushing away your tears with a gentle thumb.

You nod as best you can, your eyes finding his face and your heart warming at the concern in his expression. You’re exhausted, your cunt a throbbing wet mess and your brain a tangled web of nebulous thoughts, but you still need one thing from him.

You need to feel his cock spreading you apart, filling you up, making you whole again. You feel empty now, like a piece of you has been carved away and Mingyu is the only one who can replace it.

“Will you fuck me?” You ask pitifully, your voice weak and thready.

“Baby, no, I just made you cum, like, four times. You should rest, I can take care of myself.”

“It’s not about you,” you whimper, “Well, I mean, it is. If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I just want your dick in me so bad.”

“Oh,” Mingyu breathes, biting his lip and letting his eyes rove over your spent body. You can tell he’s contemplating whether you can take him or not and you take the chance to look over him. His lower face is soaking wet, glistening in the light of your sunlamp, and the collar of his t-shirt is damp with you too. His hair is a mess from how he was shaking his head before, and you can see precum dotting his sweats where his dick presses against the front of them.

He looks so insanely hot, and if he doesn’t fuck you, you know he’ll at least let you watch him make himself cum. You can already imagine it, his face and his sounds and the splash of his hot cum on your belly or your tits or your face.

But it seems today is your lucky day, because he sits back up on his knees and yanks his shirt off before shoving at his sweats and swearing as they catch on his hard dick. It bounces free of the fabric, thick and long between his legs and so deliciously hard you’d want him in your mouth if you didn’t need him in your pussy so bad.

He smirks down at you, taking hold of your legs and curling them up to your chest yet again. Your hips will hurt later but it’ll be worth it, the kind of ache that will bring a little smile to your face all day. Bracing an arm across your thighs to hold them up, he takes his cock in his free hand, pumping it a few times before lining it up with your entrance.

You watch his smirk fall as he gazes down at you, his eyes burning with love-tinted desire and his swollen lips parted on a sigh. He sinks inside you slowly, splitting you open inch by maddening inch, and you feel your breath catch in your chest when he bottoms out. He’s so big, it’s like he’s making room, making a home inside you.

You would let him, would let him make a home inside you and stay forever, if it meant you could always feel him like this.

And see him like this, you think. His eyebrows are scrunched up, his eyes clenched shut and his mouth open as little hitching gasps escape. This is always the moment where you understand why he revels in your reactions to him, and you can’t help but do the same. It just feels so good to know you’re making him feel good, and it feels even better to squeeze down on him and listen to him whine in response.

He forces his eyes open, furrowing his brows at you and retaliating with a sharp thrust, the head of his cock kissing something inside you that makes your eyes roll back. You don’t see the wild grin that rises, but you feel everything. The prickle of his canines on your neck as he bites his way down your throat, the sting of bruises forming under his fingertips as he holds you down, the stretch of your walls around his cock as he grows impossibly harder inside you.

It’s all so much, almost too much, and when he hits that spot again, you feel it.

It being a release so strong, you just might have to get the couch cleaned.

You can’t care about that right now, can only care about Mingyu’s cock moving in and out of you and the words flowing out of his plush, pink lips.

“Taking me so well, baby. Like you were made for me,” He groans, “And I was made for you, right?”

You nod weakly, gasping, “Yes, Gyu,” and bringing your hands down to cover his on your thighs. You curl your fingers around Mingyu’s, needing another point of contact to anchor you as he fucks away thoughts of anything but him.

You’re getting close, and you know Mingyu can tell. He knows you inside and out, knows that when you’re about to cum, you get even wetter and tighter, that your sounds take on a desperate tinge, that you can’t decide whether to take it or run from it.

Mingyu untangles his hands from yours and hefts your legs up onto his shoulder so he can lean down and bend you in half, fucking you even deeper than before. You yelp, inevitably trying to run from your fifth orgasm of the night, but you have nowhere to go. Mingyu’s body is curled around yours, his hips pinning you to the couch and his dick so big in you, you can feel him in your throat.

The wave is coming, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it, especially when he works one hand between your bodies and sets two fingers on your clit. He swirls circles over the swollen, raw bundle of nerves, shushing you when you start to keen, reminding you, “You wanted this, baby. Let me give it to you.”

Crying out, you raise one weak arm and sink your fingers in his hair, pulling him down into something that can barely even be called a kiss. It’s more an exchange of air, of moans and whimpers and whines, as he pushes you over the edge.

Your vision whites out, your breath stalling in your lungs and your nails digging into his scalp. You think you might be screaming, but you can’t be sure because there’s no sound, just a high-pitched ringing in your head. You’d be gushing if his dick wasn’t plugging you up, and on his next stroke out, your wetness splashes out against his lower abs, your walls clamping down to bring him back inside and keep him there.

Mingyu groans into your mouth, his voice low and rough, and slides home one more time before rooting himself deep and letting go. You can feel his cum shoot into you, feel it painting your walls and mixing with your own slick as he trembles against you. He stays there, locked inside you and keeping you full, until your hearts stop racing and your brains start to come back online.

Pressing a gentle kiss to your chin, he pulls away slowly, sitting up to watch his cum trickle out of you. Globs of it trail down your stretched pussy to your ass, and just before it can touch the couch, he scoops it up with two fingers and pushes it back inside of you. He knows you can’t move yet, and you know he doesn’t expect you to, so you just lay there and let him look.

His eyes stay on you even as he leans over to the ashtray on the coffee table and grabs the half-burned blunt, looking away only to light it before he offers it to you. Your fingers shake as you take it from him, your inhale deep and relaxed. He bends down to accept the smoke when you purse your lips, connecting his mouth to yours and breathing in as you breathe out.

“Love you,” you exhale, staring up at him with what you’re sure are hearts in your eyes.

“Love you too, baby,” he beams, smoke escaping with his words before he turns his head and blows it all out.

You know he’ll need to clean you up soon, but for now, you just trade the blunt and sweet nothings back and forth, watching each other through the lavender haze until the sun starts to rise.

My Masterlist

#im going dizzy #fic recs

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OH MY GODDDDD

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#SCREAMED #hes so hot #mingyu ....

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vernon muffling his whimpers in a pillow as you grind on him until he comes in his pants 🫶

oh my god

#...oh god #a tear dropped down my leg

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hi em. im so sorry but im about to bring filth to you so here i go. that pic of mingyu getting drenched on stage with a glimpse of his abs? got me drenched as hell too. i wanna fucking ride his abs while his strong hands holds onto my hips i will let the feminist in me die, on my knees for this man. again, i apologise for being down bad for this man. hope you have a nice day

omg never apologize for bringing filth to me!! my user is sluttywoozi, i am always down for being down bad!

but yeah yes absolutely, like how can you look at these and not want to do that?

he'd fucking love watching you ride his abs and helping you take pleasure in his body even if his cock is trapped in his sweats and weeping for you. feeling your pussy throb and get wetter and wetter and wetter on him is enough, and he's not satisfied until your arousal is running down the sides of his stomach and you're whining on top of him, crying about how empty you feel and how you want his cock so so so bad. he won't give it to you until after you've cum all over him, and when your hips get tired of moving, he takes over the moving for you, his big, strong hands dragging you back and forth over his abs until you shake, until you scream, until your eyelashes are wet with tears and his skin is wet with you 😌

i hope you have a nice day too 💖💖💖

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same here

THANK YOU DK

#i cant believe i just emitted that sound #HELLO???? #wonwoo.

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im eating up the smut scenes in this fic GOOD LORD

#fic recs #not svt related btw

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did yall see seokmin's biceps from the event yesterday... yep

#svt smut #def want to be headlocked by him #UNTIL THE SUN RISES TO THE WEST 🗣️

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oh the way the society will not be ready for the person i’ll become once this happens

my worst fear is that when he enlists, coups stops caring about being too big and buff like he does now (fuck you hybe and managers for telling him to beef down i love you jeonghan for telling him he looked reliable). and when he comes back from the army, like ok taecyeon, he comes back like 3x his original size.

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oh. OH. WOW.

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

series masterlist

previous part

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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#fic recs

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jihoon wd be like "u should install a duplicate calculator app ://" HELP

hiii alicia<3 i was wondering if for the sleepover, you could do how the members would react to being shown a video on your phone and accidentally swiping onto a nude/spicy picture? could be fun if it’s as a friend/pre-relationship but whatever you’re comfiest with!<33

seungcheol: the blush creeps up his cheeks before he can stop it and he quickly thrusts the phone back in your direction before you can question why

jeonghan: "why do you look like that" is actually lowkey turned on but would never admit that to you until he confesses his love to you a week later

joshua: throws the phone. just straight up yeets the phone with no explanation whatsoever

junhui: lowkey squeals and just shyly gives the phone back to you with the picture showing, and you run away in embarrassment

soonyoung: "oh shit you're so fucking hot" he doesn't have a filter so. it just slips out before he realizes what he has said

wonwoo: doesn't even say anything, just hands his phone back but has to excuse himself to the bathroom seconds later to get rid of the erection he got

jihoon: "I don't think this was for me" literally is the :/ emoji and has no real reaction

seokmin: think of the most comical reaction to anything ever and that's how he'd react. man would be on the floor with a boner and trying not to cry

mingyu: "can I see this kind of you in person?" is just going to flirt with you until he gets to fuck you stupid

minghao: he loves it and won't deny it, but just pretends he never saw it and talks about something else to distract himself from the erection he has

seungkwan: man who yeets your phone into an alternate universe part 2, he's going to act like he never saw it but is dramatic about it

vernon: "cool pic" that's it. that's all he says

chan: I think it would be his breaking point tbh and would be all it took for him to take you to a closed room and fuck you silly

#iykyk

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OH. MY. GOD. just read amourcheol’s the great war and i’m rendered speechless. IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD. IT HAD ME KICKING AND PUNCHING THE AIR WHILE I WAS READING IT. IT’S SO GOOD. THE SMUT????? IM GOING TO PASS OUT. IT TURNED ME ON SM HELP had me blushing and shit 😭

#a must read!!! #if u havent read it why are u still here go read it now #fic recs #svt smut #my app crashes whenever i try to reblog with caption so im writing it here

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the great war

❝Because the greatest war Seungcheol had ever waged was against your heart.❞

historical! au | enemies to lovers! au | smut, fluff | 41k words

s u m m a r y : there was only one thing you hated more than your restricted life, and that was choi seungcheol—the greatest venetian general who has ever lived. when a marriage is arranged between the two of you, you were sure it would end in bloodshed. however, as you and seungcheol are forced to attend balls and share a few hard truths, you realise you have more in common with the mysterious general than you thought.

c o n t e n t : military commander! seungcheol, noblewoman! artist! mc, artist! minghao, artist! soonyoung who are both annoying (affectionate), cheol and mc absolutely hate each other because i need to see proper e2l, cheol has a scar on his lip (yes this needs a separate warning), this is set in renaissance venice so there will be many artist references, the doge = basically ruler of venice, themes of sexism, constant arguing between mc and cheol, there is fluff, also angst mature warnings -> tons of sexual tension, making out fuelled by hatred, cheol calls you carrissima (which personally i find very hot) fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (only because medieval contraception is horrendous), petnames cheol says some vile things during the deed, slight corruption kink

p l a y l i s t : dangerous woman by ariana grande || war of the hearts by sade || love is stronger than pride by sade || i don’t understand but i luv u by seventeen

t a g l i s t : at the bottom of the fic!

a u t h o r ’ s  n o t e : hi hello thank you everyone for waiting for this monster fic!! thank you alice and addy for being the reason i finished this fic, thank you chia for creating a beautiful picture of general! cheol, and greatest thanks to choi seungcheol the man you are </3 i hope you all enjoy this fic as much as i enjoyed writing it <33

WHEN THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC DEFEATED THE OTTOMANS ONCE AND FOR ALL, EVERY CITIZEN—BE IT PEASANT OR THE RICHEST ARISTOCRAT—KNEW WHO WAS BEHIND THAT VICTORY.

His name sparked life into the deathly, cramped streets. Whispers and cheers carried along the murky lakes, the rushed streams underneath the city, lapping up to the cobblestoned shore—entering the ears of marketeers, patricians, nuns, prostitutes, everyone. Wherever one went, the commander’s name rang like the dozen church bells, scattered throughout the lake-locked lands.

The buzz in the air was more frantic this afternoon, though, because the victors’ party was finally returning to the state.

Finally returning home.

You, despite your family’s excitement, despite your connections to the man behind the success of it all, could not have cared less.

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