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But you didn’t say anything. In fact, you just kissed him harder, with more purpose, and told him dinner could wait. You pawed at his clothes and told him to take you hard and rough. You wanted to feel, but you forgot that your mind is really not strong enough today to handle what you were asking your boyfriend to give you.

Because, you see, Seungcheol has rules.

You had always been a fan of more spice in the bedroom, and you truly feel like you met your match when you got with Seungcheol. For every submissive tendency in your body, for all the times you wanted zero control over your own senses, Seungcheol was more than happy to take the reins. He loved it, basked in it, knew how to play your body like a stringed instrument. His dominance in the bedroom came with only one, all encompassing rule: you don’t do anything he doesn’t give you explicit permission to do. And that includes every single one of your innumerable orgasms.

Usually, you love it. Your job is taxing and overburdening, and sometimes, you want someone else to take charge and just tell you what to do. For years, you have been perfect, the epitome of submission. You’re his good girl, always, disciplined and in-line. There’s only a smattering of brat in you, which Seungcheol tolerates in small doses, but otherwise, you are perfectly pliant, suited for his needs the way he is suited to yours. There’s a harmony here, established by many years of communication and understanding. So you should’ve known. You should’ve said something, told him to take it easy. But you stupidly kept your mouth shut, and hence began your current predicament.

He’s fucking you into the mattress just like you asked, his sweats pulled down just enough to let him pound his cock into you. You’re naked from the waist down, arching, chest constricted in your pale, buttoned up blouse. You hadn’t even let him fully undress you. You didn’t want to take your time, you just wanted him in you. Even when he tried to tighten his grip on you, tried to mumble a ‘slow down’ into your mouth, you didn’t let him, begging, pleading, promising to be good for him if he would just fill you up, and so he complied.

That was the mistake, and it became your undoing when, just minutes later, you are clamping up around him, your body already so stiff and wound up, so glaringly exhausted, that no amount of self control can stop you. You clench hard and come, writhing on the mattress fisting the sheets, wailing as it washes over you in scattered, broken waves. You haven’t even come down from it when tears coat your eyes and you realise what you’ve done.

Seungcheol slows to a stop, still throbbing inside you, but jaw dropped in shock. This might be the first time in years that you’ve come without slurring out your usual ‘please’ or ‘let me’ or ‘can I?’, waiting for his permission. You’d always listened, always done what you were told, never once stepping even a toe out of line.

This is incredibly out of character.

Immediately, he can see it weigh heavily on you. You’re panting, legs still trembling, but your body is stiffening, he can feel it around his dick, and your face is crumpling. He knows you regret it, but he also knows why this happened. He should’ve known. God, he should’ve spotted it the second you walked in through the door. The hard plane of your shoulders, the tight line of your lips. But he had gotten barely two words out of his mouth before you were smothering him with yours, begging in that cute, whiny voice of yours that you need this bad. He had stupidly agreed, and now he’s watching you fall apart.

He needs to fix this.

“I’m-” Your voice is pitched and wobbly. Your arms tuck into your body, legs pulling together as much as they can with him between them. You’re trying to shrink yourself. “‘M sorry. Cheol, I’m so-”

This isn’t on you, he knows this. This isn’t your fault at all. If anything, it’s his. He should know you well enough by now to estimate what you need and give it to you. But now is not the time to beat himself up. You need to forget this happening, or you will do what you always do; think about this to the point of spiraling and making yourself sick with guilt. He also knows that no amount of reassurance is going to make you forget it.

Through your teary vision, you hear a tut of disappointment, and then your boyfriend pulls out. You’re filled with dread, because you don’t want him to step back. You know you’ve fucked up. This is one of his most important rules. There’s just no conceivable universe where you’re allowed to cum without Seungcheol telling you to, and already, guilt is striking your chest like stab wounds from knives.

“That wasn’t like you, sweetheart.” His voice is rough but soft. “I’m very surprised.”

You sniffle, resisting the urge to curl into yourself. “I’m sorry.”

“Are you?” You feel his hands on your bare knees, closing them and sitting back on his haunches. You sit up shakily, blinking hard to try and see him in the relative darkness of the room. The golden light from the lamp hits the side of his face. His expression is blank. You can’t tell what he’s thinking.

“I am sorry.” You insist again. “I don’t know what came over me-”

“I don’t know what came over you either.” He tilts his head, watching you. “Thats not how good girls behave.”

Your heart lurches. This is your biggest medal. Your point of pride; being good for Seungcheol. Never once in all your years of doing this had you let him down. Never. The mere thought of it might push you to panic. Before you can say anything, you feel Seungcheol’s hand, strong and sure, run over your jaw and cup the back of your neck. He squeezes slowly, affectionately, and you lean into it, wet eyelids fluttering. Every fibre in you hopes he isn’t mad.

“When good girls misbehave, they have to be punished.” He whispers. “I know you never have before, princess, but you know it’s fair.”

You swallow tightly before hesitantly nodding. It’s the rules. You step out of line, you get punished. You will do anything to make up for your misstep. You will take any punishment.

“Okay.” You sniffle. Seungcheol sighs and nods.

“Good.” He says, not ‘good girl’. But you don’t deserve to be called that right now. “Strip.”

Seungcheol stands as he watches you shakily undo your blouse buttons. You tug it off and reach back for your bra. When you’re sat bare before him, you watch him tuck his erection back into his sweats, seating himself on the edge of the bed with his back to you. He reaches an arm back to gesture to you.

“Come here.”

You comply, crawling to him on your hands and knees. He maneuvers your body very easily, settling you on his lap until your stomach is pressed to his thighs, strong and sturdy under the soft material of his pants. Your legs dangle, ass sticking out. You flush at the position, realising what’s coming. You’ve been spanked before, mostly during sex when Seungcheol is whispering dirty things into your ear from behind and slapping your ass. But never like this. You almost jump when you feel his hand run up your right asscheek.

“I think ten sounds good.” He hums. “You will count, and you will say thank you after every single one. Got it?”

Your eyelids flutter. You rest your head on your arms. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

The first one is the biggest shock to your system. Seungcheol’s hand comes down with unbelievable force, full palmed and encompassing your entire ass cheek. You yelp loudly, fingernails digging into your arms. Immediately, tears spring into your eyes. You were just wondering why he decided to do only ten, but now it’s clear to you that even ten will be more than anything you can withstand.

“O-one.” You immediately choke out. “Thank you, sir.”

The second one marrs your other asscheek, stinging just as much, and your entire face scrunches as you cry out. You writhe where you’re draped over his lap. Your skin is screaming, and you already feel dizzy.

“Two.” You heave, the very air feeling like torture on your skin.

“Two what?” Seungcheol snaps. “Already forgetting the rules? Don’t make me start over, princess.”

You shake your head immediately, trying to take long breaths. “I’m sorry, sir. Thank you. Thank you.”

You whisper it again, and again, even as he lands more spanks on your ass. It feels heated now, like it’s on fire, and by the time you reach eight, you are lightheaded, sobbing openly, poor pussy clenching around nothing as the sensitivity spreads all the way down your thighs as well.

Seungcheol tuts and sighs, you can hear him over the sound of your own cries. You lurch when he caresses your stinging skin. He reaches down, one thick finger sliding through your slit and pressing into your aching nub. Your eyes roll, the feeling so intense that you can barely process it. You’ve been edged before, so many times, you’ve been overstimulated and wanting, but never has it felt this divine, the pleasure curling around the tendrils of pain running through your body. Seungcheol dips a finger into your squelching hole, sinking it in to the last knuckle, and you wail at the feeling.

“So wet, baby.” He coos. “Greedy little thing, you even enjoy your punishment.”

“I’m sorry.” You whimper, trying everything in your power to not buck back into his finger. When he pulls out, you almost cry, but he wastes no time, using that already wet hand to spank you again, just as harsh, not losing steam at all.

“N-nine.” You weep. “Thank you, sir.”

You almost feel like you’re seeing spots in your vision. Seungcheol reaches between your thighs again, like he knows this is becoming too much. He cups your pussy, sliding his fingers through the sopping mess side to side, just enough to stimulate your clit.

“Last one, princess.” He encourages. “Ready?”

You nod weakly, voice cracking when you cry out again as his hand meets your ass one last time. You choke out the number, the thank you. You’re openly tearful, face nearly as wet as your cunt, and finally Seungcheol moves. He lifts you up, placing you very gently on your back in the center of the mattress. You feel his lips on your forehead, and you bask in the feeling.

“Such a good girl.” He says finally, hand caressing through your sweaty hair. “You took that so well, baby.”

You keen, pussy clenching desperately around nothing.

“‘M your good girl.” You slur.

You don’t see the fond smile on his face, eyes soft with affection. He kisses your forehead, your cheeks, any part of you he can reach.

“Yes, you are.” He reassures you. “My perfect girl. Your first time and you did so good.”

You whine, shaky hands reaching up to claw at his shirt. He takes the hint, sitting back to tug it off, followed by his sweatpants. His cock bobs up, thick and hard, leaking copious amounts of precum.

“I think you deserve my cock now, princess.” He hums. “For being such a good girl.”

You nod eagerly, spreading your legs before he can even do it for you. He settles between them, running the angry, throbbing head through the sticky mess in your slit. He does that a few times, coating his shaft until it’s glistening, before finally reaching down and nudging the entrance. When he slides in, your jaw goes slack, eyes rolling at the feeling. Your ass still stings, especially where it rubs on the sheets, but it sends pleasant, burning tendrils shooting through your skin, and it adds to how sensitive you already are. It does nothing but augment your arousal even more. You moan wantonly as Seungcheol bottoms out, and you hear him softly curse.

“Perfect little cunt.” He groans. “Tight as anything even after I’ve fucked it for so many years. You’re molded to me, aren’t you baby?”

You nod eagerly as he starts moving, your moans punched out of your throat with every thrust, little ‘uh, uh, uh’s that only seem to spur him on more. You’re dripping consistently, wetting his cock as it rams in and out of you at a punishing pace. Every slam of his hips into you jolts your body, your breasts bouncing, and his hungry eyes train on every movement.

“You’ve got the prettiest tits, baby.” He grunts, one hand reaching up to pinch harshly at your left nipple and tug. You cry out. Then, he lets it go, reaching a hand back and bringing it down to harshly slap the swell of it. You gasp.

“Good?” He rasps. You nod enthusiastically and arch up, tempting him more. He groans and does it again, the sting making your eyes roll.

“Dirty slut.” He grits out. “You love this. Love getting slapped around, don’t you?”

You’re so far gone as he rams into you, nearly delirious with it. Even after so long of being together, there are things you’re discovering not only about Seungcheol, but about yourself as well. You’re sinking into the depths of depravity, and you want to fall further into it. So you blink wetly up at your boyfriend, eyes wide and big.

“Only if daddy does it.”

Seungcheol’s hips stutter. You can see the shock pass over his face, but it hardens immediately. His pace slows. He slams his hips into yours and stays there, leaning down closer to you.

“What did you just say?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, clenching wildly around his suddenly still cock. “Only wanna be slapped around by daddy.”

You can see, in real time, Seungcheol’s eyes darken as his pupils dilate. He bites the plump of his bottom lip. Beside your head, his hands fist the sheets tightly.

“You’re playing a dangerous game.” He grits, voice low and brassy. You swallow tightly.

“You don’t like it?”

The corner of his mouth twitches. He pulls out slowly until only the head of his cock is snug inside you. Then, he lurches forward, slamming into you so hard your whole body jerks. You gasp.

“I love it, baby.” He does it again. “Maybe a little too much.”

You can’t speak, all the breath knocked straight out of your lungs with every harsh, deep, slow thrust of Seungcheol’s hips. His head smooches the opening of your cervix, a shooting sensation through your lower abdomen that makes you gush around his thick cock. You feel his hand encircle your neck, and your toes curl in anticipation.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for Daddy then, sweetheart?” Another thrust. You feel your hair brush the headboard as your body is pushed up by sheer force. You nod vigorously, unable to say the words. His grip on the sides of your throat tightens, and you start to feel a little lightheaded.

His pace is brutal, picking up speed as he slams into you over and over. He uses his free arm to tuck just above your head so you don’t slam into the bed frame, but he doesn’t let up even once. He mutters the most filthy, unbearable things in your ear, telling you how you’re his perfect little cocksleeve, made to take him whenever he wants it, no questions asked. That he has trained your pussy to be this way, the perfect little slut for him. You moan whenever he loosens his grip on your neck, choking out how much you love getting fucked hard by daddy, how you’re just a hole for him to fuck and use, and when you can’t take it anymore, you ask him the golden question.

“Can I cum, daddy?”

His thrusts immediately get harsher. “Don’t you fucking dare.” He grits. “You think you deserve to, after cumming without permission? I’ve barely forgiven you for that, baby. You’ve got a lot of making up to do before you get a reward.”

You wail, chest heaving as you clamp desperately around his throbbing, huge cock. You know he’s right. You’ve been bad, and some spanking and one offering of your wet pussy isn’t enough to earn you forgiveness. So you don’t protest. You don’t ask again. You only agree.

“I’m sorry for asking, daddy.” You babble. “You’re right, I don’t deserve it. I’m just daddy’s little cum dump. I’ll take whatever daddy will give me.”

Seungcheol’s groan is broken. “God, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I love it, sweetheart. Being such a perfect girl for me, fuck.”

You shake and cry as he fucks into you some more, your head now tilting forward as he folds you closer and closer to the headboard, crowding you against it. You can’t barely breathe at the force. And finally, finally, his movements turn sloppy.

“Think you should be allowed to take my cum?” He grits out. “Feels awfully like a reward, no? Have you earned it, baby?”

Your face crumples. You want to feel it inside you so bad, the heat of his release warming your insides. But you know what he wants to hear, you know you haven’t been good enough to deserve a big reward like that.

“No, daddy.” You whimper. “I don’t deserve it. I haven’t been good.”

Seungcheol’s smirk is sick. He licks over his bottom lip. “You’re so self aware tonight.” His tone is near-mocking, and it makes you tighten pathetically.

When he abruptly pulls out, it feels like getting your insides ripped from you. His hand moves rapidly over his wet cock, and he shuffles up until he’s straddling your torso.

“Open your mouth.” He grits. You immediately obey, sticking your tongue out. Your eyelids flutter when the first rope of it hits your lips, dripping over your tongue. Some of it splatters on your cheek, but you manage to catch most of it as he groans and shudders above you. You can’t take your eyes off him, sweaty and shaky, muscles shifting under his pale skin as he rides his high. Your poor pussy clenches around nothing, deprived so suddenly of the intense pleasure. You swallow every last drop, using your fingers to collect whatever your mouth missed and popping it between your lips. Seungcheol is heaving as he shifts back.

Even though your legs are shaky and you feel dizzy, you manage to sit up, making wide, pleading eyes at your boyfriend.

“Can I clean you up?”

You can see how soft and fond his smile is, the little dimple indenting his cheek with it. He sits back leaning on his hands and nods.

“Go ahead, baby.”

You settle between his legs, using little kitten licks to clean your mess, and some of his, off his soft cock. It twitches under your ministrations, already getting half hard as you keep going. He sighs and hums approvingly, running a soft hand through your hair. This was half your motive, anyway, because you like to see this power you have over him. He’s in control, always, but his dick hardens at your very touch, and that makes you giddy.

He pulls you away with a gentle tug on your hair. You lick your lips for any remnants of his taste, blinking eagerly up at him.

“Lay back now.” He whispers. “I’m not done playing with that pretty cunt.”

He sits with your legs framing his hips, laid back on the mattress. You look up at him half with anticipation and half with hesitation, because you know he will toy with you until you’re begging to cum, and even then, you don’t know if he will let you.

He runs his hands gently up your thighs, delicate brushes that only wind you up more. You try to lay perfectly still, knowing he doesn’t like it when you’re impatient. He massages the creases of your thighs, playing with your pussy lips, stroking over them softly. You’re already sensitive from the harsh fucking he gave you just earlier, so you’re twitching a little before he has even properly touched you. You don’t want to beg, mostly because you still think you’re not entitled to it. This is for him. He wants to play with you, it’s not for your pleasure.

(You both know that it is.)

Finally, his fingers slide through your slit, parting your lips to open you up. Your hole quivers, twitches, and he watches it with heated eyes. He hums and his eyes are reverent as he traces the lines of your pussy. He nudges your clit just barely, and you let out your first, tiny moan.

“Don’t hold back, baby.” He coos. “You let me know whenever it feels good.”

You comply beautifully, little whimpers and sighs that accompany every touch of his fingers over your aching center. He takes his time as he toys with your clit, rubbing, flicking, pinching it until it is swollen and throbbing under his fingers. He circles your opening to collect the wetness, using it to smear over the rest of your cunt and leaving you wet all over. When you feel like your skin is quietly buzzing, hypersensitive because of his touches, he finally dips into your entrance, sliding his index finger in to the last knuckle. You sigh in palpable relief, clenching hard around the digit.

“Yes.” A tear slips down the side of your face. “Thank you, daddy.”

He likes that, because he moves it the exact way you want it, curling it and probing your most sensitive spot. He adds another quickly, watching every shift in your face as you swallow his fingers greedily. Two of his thick fingers means a stretch, the kind that you love, and when he scissors them inside you, you moan loudly.

After your last failed orgasm, this one builds too quickly. Your face pinches, your legs stiffening as you hold back. Seungcheol notices, and it only makes him finger you harder. You whine in protest.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He goads you.

“Feels-” You almost choke as he curls both fingers hard into your sweet spot. “Feels so good. Please.”

“Please what?”

You buck your hips into him, self control slipping. “Please, can I cum, daddy?”

Seungcheol hums, as if contemplating. His fingers don’t slow for a single second.

“I don’t know. Do you deserve it?”

Your face crumples. You want to, you do. But the submissive, depraved part inside you shakes its head. You know if you are to cum, you want it to be on his cock. So you squeeze your eyes shut and whimper out a little ‘no’.

“Then keep taking it like a good girl.” Seungcheol responds. You know he likes that you’re depriving yourself of this. It strikes a sick part of him. The sounds of his fingers fill the room, filthy, sopping noises that come from his digits slamming into you over and over. You are panting heavily, gripping the sheets so hard that you’re almost afraid you will rip them, toes curled and legs stiff, doing everything in your power to not gush over his fingers, to prove to him that you can take whatever he will give you and you won’t do anything you’re not allowed to.

Seungcheol pulls out his fingers just when you think you’re reaching your limit. His wet hand comes down with a harsh spank on your tingling pussy. You scream. He does it two more times, and you weep through it. Finally, you can’t take it anymore.

“Please.” You sob. “Please, daddy. Need your cock. Wanna cum on it, please.”

By this time, he is throbbing hard again, and he wastes not even a single second, groaning as he tugs your body down and stuffs your aching cunt full of himself once again. His pace from the start is rough and fast. There’s no indulgence in him anymore. Watching you shake and tremble under him as he abused your pussy must have been enough, because he is nothing but primal need now. He’s so hard it’s almost painful, like you’re being impaled, but the relief of the stretch has you wailing loudly. The room is dense with the smell of sweat, sex and cum, noises picking up as he fucks you the way you need. Your mind blanks, focused on nothing but the wonderful feeling of it. Your body sings, glows, buzzes with anticipation because this time, you know he will let you reach your peak.

You don’t even have to ask. He cups your jaw, tilts your head and slots his lips into yours. He kisses you until you can’t breathe, your walls spasming hard around him, more than ready, as he whispers.

“Cum.”

You nearly black out.

It’s less like a wave and more like an electric shock, shooting through your body and freezing every nerve inside you. Your breath catches and your lungs scream. You cry and wail through it, not even caring how you sound as you gush around Seungcheol’s cock. He rubs harshly over your poor clit, prolonging an already intense high. You arch so deeply you feel like your soul is leaving your body. You babble nonsense, a mix of swear words, thank yous, and incoherent phrases. Seungcheol holds you down after a bit, draping his weight over you to ground you, and it’s such a welcome feeling that your whole body relaxes into it. When the roaring in your ears lessens, you hear his endless praises, telling you how good you are, how sexy and perfect, cumming so beautifully like that. He thrusts shallowly into you, not even properly leaving your cunt, rutting into you so you’re not empty for a single second.

“That was divine, sweetheart.” He sighs. “So pretty when you cum. You want another reward for being such a good girl? You want my cum?”

You’re already nodding before he even finishes speaking, blinking your tear-heavy eyelids.

“Please, daddy. Need it.”

He shushes you, brushes the hair off your face and presses his forehead to yours.

“No more begging, baby. You deserve it.”

And then he floods you, two or three more thrusts until you feel warmth coat your insides. It’s perfect, it’s everything you could’ve asked for and more. He empties his balls into you, thrusting until it dampens into a slow grind, plugging his cum inside your thoroughly fucked out hole.

It’s silent for a long time before Seungcheol moves. Your chests rise and fall together, slowly catching your breaths. He’s draped over you still, and it feels so reassuring that you can’t help but whine in protest when he moves. It makes him chuckle.

“If you get cold like this, your muscles will be very sore in the morning, sweetheart.” He reasons. He would know, the gym freak that he is, so you curl into yourself as he trudges into the bathroom. You can hear water running, and a familiar fruity aroma quickly drifts into the room through the open door. He’s running you a bath.

The warm water is like balm on your skin as he carries your body into it. You moan appreciatively, letting your boyfriend knead and press into your thighs. His front presses against your back as he slowly works over you in blissful silence, laying tiny kisses on your shoulders as he works. After a while, he finally speaks.

“So,” he begins, “what happened at work today?”

You blink, thinking. After a few seconds, you giggle.

“Honestly, I don’t even care anymore.”

That makes him laugh. “Well, I guess that’s a job well done for me.”

You turn in his arms just a bit to lay a kiss on his lips, and he returns it so softly and sweetly that you almost want to cry. This time from unadulterated bliss.

You don’t even know if you have the words to tell Seungcheol how much you love him. But when he squeezes your body tightly to his, you think you don’t have to. He already knows.

“Oh, please.” You roll your eyes before leaning in again, catching his lips in another kiss, this one longer. His hands instinctively tighten around your waist, pulling you closer, and for a second, you think he’s about to kiss you back properly—but then he pulls away with an exaggerated groan.

“Baaaaabe—” he drawls, falling back onto the couch like he’s being tortured.

“What?” You blink innocently, hovering over him. “You don’t like kissing me?”

Seungcheol opens his mouth, probably to tease you, but then you pout—big, dramatic, bottom-lip-jutting-out pout. He pauses. You see the moment he falters, his eyes flickering to your lips before he exhales sharply.

“…That’s not fair.”

You grin. “I know.”

You don’t wait for him to complain again before kissing him once more. It’s soft and slow this time, your hands sliding up to cup his face, thumbs brushing over his jawline. You feel the way his body relaxes under you, the way his fingers dig into your hips as he lets himself melt into it.

And just when he starts to tilt his head, deepening the kiss—

You pull away.

Seungcheol lets out the biggest whine you’ve ever heard, his grip on your waist tightening. “Oh, come on.”

You giggle. “What?”

“That was mean.”

You feign innocence. “What was?”

“You know what.” His eyes narrow, but there’s no real anger behind them, only a frustrated kind of fondness. “You can’t just kiss me like that and then stop.”

“Like what?” You bat your lashes. “I was just giving you ‘one more’ like I said.”

Seungcheol groans, dropping his head back against the couch. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Unfortunately.”

You gasp dramatically. “Oh? Unfortunately?”

Before you can roll off him in mock offense, he grabs you, flipping you onto your back in one smooth movement. His weight settles over you, pinning you down, and suddenly, he’s the one smirking.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Your breath catches slightly. “Uh—”

“Oh, now you have nothing to say?” His voice drops slightly, teasing. “That’s cute.”

You glare at him. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he mimics your tone perfectly, grinning.

And then, before you can protest, he kisses you. Properly. Deep, warm, slow, like he’s trying to make you forget about every other kiss before this.

When he finally pulls away, you’re breathless.

“…Okay, yeah,” you admit, dazed. “Maybe that was a little better.”

Seungcheol chuckles. “Now you’re satisfied?”

“…No.” You grin, tugging him back down.

You were melting under his touch, little noises slipping from your glossy lips and sending his brain racing through ways he could make your noises louder. They were the same breathy moans you gave him when he made you forget your own name as he fucked you nice and slow.

Seungcheol doesn’t even realize he’s stopped rubbing on your back until you’re gasping his name as his hips rut against your ass mindlessly. His cock is thick and heavy in his swim trunks and nestled right between your ass cheeks, which makes your swim bottoms bunch and rub against your clit.

Every little roll of his hips has his eyes drooping, your little noises turning from something soft to a neediness he liked to hear before he made you beg for his cock.

His hands move to either side of your head, the wedding ring flashing under the sun as he drapes his big body over yours more. He knows that if anyone comes near, they’d see him humping you like a dog in rut, and fuck, it makes his cock twitch knowing you’re trapped underneath him. He forces you to feel every drag of his cock as he grinds up into you, and relishes the way your cheeks flush, your eyes swirling with the haziness he feels in his head.

“Fuck baby, I think I could cum just like this.” You whimper when he confesses this. His chest is warm against your back, and your pussy is drooling, weeping for more. Only two little pieces of fabric separate you, but the idea of your husband making a mess just like this? You can’t stop the whine that falls from your lips in response.

“Cheol-“ you don’t even finish your sentence because Seungcheol is leaning back onto his knees while his hand encircles the back of your neck, keeping you down. His tongue kisses his teeth in a soft reprimand, his fingers squeezing your neck a little as he humps you like his own personal toy.

“No, not Cheol.” His voice is deeper, his breath coming out in soft pants and grunts as his fat cock rubs against your cunt rougher, the two pieces of fabric separating you adding to the friction. “Want to try that again?”

You can feel the warmth in your stomach twisting, and you are somewhat embarrassed by how fast you are to cumming by him doing this, but your mind still tries to process his words. Your moans are becoming more broken, your mouth watering as his hand around the back of your neck keeps you from moving.

You’re helpless and at his mercy, and it feels so good. “H-husband. My husband.”

You don’t have to look to know Seungcheol’s grin is big and cocky. He hums in approval, and another wave of tingles courses through your body, only to stop at your pretty pussy.

“That’s right. My wife, my pretty little wife.” His teeth flash in the smile he wears, and he can feel a few wads of his precum spill into his swim trunks, creating a wet patch that he grinds into your ass. “I’m your husband, and I only want you saying my name when you’re creaming on my cock, okay?”

You don’t even have a chance to reply before Seungcheol moves your swim bottoms to the side. The view of your pussy has him rolling his eyes back like it’s the first time. Your pretty pussy is a mess, dripping with arousal and asking for him to ruin it.

And he plans to do just that.

His hand moves from the back of your neck to join his other hand between your thighs. His thumbs spread your puffy folds apart, giving him an intimate view of your pretty cunt and making you widen your eyes to see if anyone was looking.

“We’re in public!” You yelp, but Seungcheol is already swirling his thick thumb over your clit just to see your pretty hole wink back at him.

“You’re the one who wanted to leave our room.” He says it like somehow it’s your problem, and his eyes watch the way your cunt seeps with a new wave of your honeyed slick. “If anyone sees, let them. They can see how you were made just for me.” His smirk grows into something more feral, “arch your back for me, yeah- just like that.”

Your eyes squeeze shut, your cheeks flushing as your lips parted for the little gasps you let out. You can’t believe him, and you can’t believe you’re letting this happen, but your body is betraying you with each sloppy heart he rubs onto your clit. You no longer just want him, you need him, and when he leans down, one hand on your lower back to keep you arched for him, your eyes roll as he spits.

A wad of his saliva smacks onto your dripping cunt, and your gasp makes him chuckle. He smears his spit in with your slick, rubbing it onto your clit with his laugh ringing in your ears. “My wife, you’re all mine, aren't ya? Mine to play with, mine to have.”

Your heart skips, jumps, and leaps before your letting everything go, your hips pushing back to present yourself to your husband as you whine. “All yours, I’m all yours.”

And that’s all he needs to pull his cock out from his swim trunks. He uses your slick to coat his cock, and then he’s back to covering your body with his. “That’s right, now let me take care of my needy little wife.”

You would snort because this is all his fault for making you this way, but you can’t think when he notches the thick tip of his cock to your entrance and pushes in. You’ve had sex with your husband before you two had gotten married, and you literally fucked the other day - waking him up to you sinking onto his cock the day after your wedding happened - but it still felt like the first time.

Seungcheol was big, thick in bullying his way into your sweet cunt, and long. His mushroom tip dragged over your velvety walls until it kissed your cervix in greeting, and you couldn’t take it. The fact that anyone could walk close to you two and see, the fact that you both were still wearing clothes, your bottoms pushed to the side while his cock stretched you open, it was enough to push you over the edge with a silent cry.

And Seungcheol enjoyed every moment of it. He used his large hands to spread your cheeks apart and watched the way your needy cunt fluttered around his shaft, desperately milking his cock as your thighs trembled under his strong ones. He doesn’t move; instead, he lets you buck your hips back, fucking yourself onto his cock as you gush wet and slick onto his shaft with little whimpers.

When your first orgasm subsides into a low hum, that’s when he moves. He drags his cock halfway out of your addictive cunt, and sees the mess your pussy made before he surges forward. His thrust punches out another moan from you, something beautifully mixed between a gasp and a whine, and then he does it again, and again, and again.

He moves his hips forward and backward in firm rolls, nice and slow, so you can feel every drag along your plush walls as he smacks the back of your cunt with mean kisses. He makes you see stars after each push forward. His warm chest is glued to your back, keeping a heavy weight on top of you, reminding you who made you feel like this.

Seungcheol's wedding ring stays in your eyesight, glimmering under the sun's rays, and adding to your hazy thoughts as Seungcheol carves his way deeper. He forced your legs closed by using his knees, making your pussy wrap around his shaft tighter, and building the pressure in your lower stomach. The cold metal of his chain nudged into the back of your neck with each thrust, causing a cool contrast between your heated skin, and you were quickly feeling the familiar knot in your stomach build.

"Your pussy's always so wet, Baby. She likes talking back, huh?" Cheol's grunts are right by your ear, his lips brushing along your neck and making your eyes roll as the wet squelches of your pussy grow louder. The first orgasm had made you sticky and wet, perfect for Seungcheol to fuck you deeper, and his hand slid around you, tilting your hips up so he could push down on the spot in your lower stomach with a cocky smirk.

His cock surged forward, and his palm could feel the bulge he created. He pushed his hand down and did it again, and your mouth gaped as he repeated the action, over and over again. "Can you feel me right there?" He huffed, and your pussy squeezed around him in response, trying to keep him there as he nipped at the spot under your ear. "Yeah, that's it, keep sucking on my cock like that, and I'll put you in a mating press in front of everyone, Baby."

You knew he meant it, and it only had you gushing another wave of your slick on his cock, a tremble in your whimpers making it known how hot you found his words. The idea of him taking you in front of everyone had your mind turning into mush, a bubble of drool forming at the corner of your mouth, and Seungcheol's hips stuttered.

"You like that, huh? Like the idea of me breeding this pussy in front of everyone? Want to show everyone how well you take me? How wet you get sucking my cock in deeper?" His hand slid down your stomach and between your thighs, gathering your slick that ringed around his shaft and smearing it into your pulsing clit. "How about you show me how pretty you look cumming on my cock again, hmm?"

His fingers swirled and stroked your clit while his cock swirled inside, giving you no time to think, and you came again, with a sob that was muffled by his other hand.

He fucked you through your second orgasm, praising you throughout it all, and stroking your clit until your legs twitched with each stroke. You had just realized he was spelling out M-I-N-E when he pushed his hips forward again, reminding you he hadn't cum yet. "You tired, Baby? Want me to take you back to the room?"

His fat tip gave another filthy kiss to your soft cervix, spilling another wad of his precum, and your whimper continued to be muffled by his hand over your mouth.

"What's that? Want me to stuff you with my cum first so I can eat it out when we get back?" His smile was sleazy, and your pussy fluttered as he laughed tauntingly. He really couldn't get enough of you, his wife, his pretty wife. And he planned to use your honeymoon to the fullest. He kept your mouth covered, his hips angling back to focus on the spot that would surely make you dumb on his cock. "Okay, Baby, let me use this pussy as it deserves."

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Your lungs suck in a breath, eyes widening as he sinks to his knees, head tilting back to look at you. He is absolute sin, flashing you a cocky smirk as he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out for you.

Fuck.

Your heart races and then skips when his hands reach for your thighs, holding them steady while he waits for you patiently.

And right now, you’re so glad Jeonghan forced you to take shot for shot with him an hour ago. The three vodka shots coursing through your veins give you the confidence to reach for S.Coups. You watch in real time as his pupils dilate, your fingers threading in his hair, pulling his head back further. You almost miss the noise he makes in response, a shiver running down his spine as you turn the nozzle of the can down.

The cream squirts and fills his mouth, your eyes zoning in on how long his big tongue is. Oh fuck, you let go of him as soon as you stop the whipped cream from overflowing. But before you could lean back, Seungcheol is bouncing up, crashing his lips against yours in a messy kiss. So much for that invisible line. The cream melts on his warm tongue and gets pushed onto yours as he deepens the kiss, his fingers gripping your hips tightly as if he would let go, you would disappear.

Your fingers find his hair again, pulling him closer, while you blindly drop the can of whipped cream behind you on the counter. You melt in Seungcheol’s arms. The kiss is sweet with the cream, but it feels dirty the way Seungcheol holds you. His hands are sneaking under your thighs, lifting you onto the counter as he trails his sticky lips down your neck. Teeth and lips are sucking and biting down on your skin like a fire. And when his tongue licks a stripe down your neck, your eyes close, your legs hooking onto his hips as you expose more of your neck for him to mark.

Nothing else matters. It doesn’t cross your mind that anyone could come into the kitchen right now and catch you both. It doesn’t matter when all you can think about is the way Seungcheol’s mouth feels on your body.

When you gasp in his ear, he groans, barely able to pull away from you, but after leaving a dark mark right under your ear, he does, and you’re greeted by him offering you his hand. “Let’s go,” his voice is laced with confidence, already helping you off the counter as his hand holds yours firmly.

You both sneak past, surprisingly unnoticed, by the living room and go down the hall. Seungcheol makes the quick decision that, out of Jeonghan's or Seungkwan’s room, he could handle Seungkwanie’s whines later.

“Cheollie, where-“ the nickname makes Seungcheol grin as he swings Seungkwan’s bedroom door open, pulling you after him.

“Somewhere more private,” he answers your unfinished question, and the door closes you two in with a sounding click. That’s when you notice the can of whipped cream is in his other hand.

You can’t help but giggle, shaking your head in amusement as you nod to the cream. “And the cream?”

Seungcheol decides to answer you through actions. Still leaning back on the door, he pulls you to him, his arm wrapping around your waist. “Tilt your head back,” he orders, and something in his voice makes your thighs clench.

You do as you're told, head leaning back, heart racing. You jump when the air fills with a ‘shwip’, the cream spraying from the nozzle and tickling down the column of your throat. The cold cream doesn’t last long enough to melt on your skin before Seungcheol is leaning down, head twisting as he licks the line of cream with his tongue. The cold cream mixed with the warmth of his tongue sends goosebumps down your body, a gasp leaving your lips. Your thighs clench together, your fingers curling into the front of his shirt.

Seungcheol swallows the cream with a groan, his mind dizzy, and he wants you, now. He pushes you softly back, “bed.” His lips barely leave your neck as you two stumble back, both of your hands fumbling to get layers of clothes off of either of you.

By the time your back hits the mattress underneath you, you’re only in your panties and bra. Your chest heaving- panting - as you look up at Seungcheol.

And you would like to make a note that it’s absolutely unfair for Seungcheol to look this good. His lips are kiss-bitten, his hair disheveled by your fingers, and he’s shirtless. Your eyes drag down every dip and curve of his muscles, his chest and shoulders are big like his arms and hands, and your mouth waters at the happy trail that dips under his boxers.

Oh, he’s big.

You can tell even with his boxers on. His cock is hard and tented in his briefs, twitching for relief as he climbs onto the bed after you. He settles between your plush thighs, his tongue licking his lips wet as he brings your attention back up to his face. “Take your bra off, pretty.”

A shiver runs down your spine, your nipples pebbling up as you follow his orders, letting the bra slip off of you before throwing it to the side.

“S’pretty,” Seungcheol practically sighs, and the damned can of whipped cream raises in his hand. “You stay still f’me, Kay?” And the ‘swish’ of cold cream circles both of your nipples, making you whimper.

Seungcheol makes sure to draw a line of cream down the valley of your breasts, stopping at your belly button. There is a little puff of cream at the tip of the nozzle when he is satisfied with his work, and he doesn’t hesitate to bring it to your mouth. It’s a silent request, his eyes dark and heavy on you, watching as you take the nozzle in your mouth, using your tongue to clean it up.

“Tha’s my girl,” he praises, taking the can from your mouth with a wet ‘plop,’ and his compliment adds another wave of arousal to soak your panties.

Seuncheol leans over you, caging you in as his wet, hot tongue licks up from your belly button to the valley between your breasts. He leaves a sticky trail as he takes his time, moaning, and makes your eyes gloss over. “Seung-oh! Cheollie!”

His mouth latches to your breast, his tongue swirling over your cream-covered nipple as his hands slide down your sides. His hands dip behind and grab a fistful of your ass, pressing your hips up as he tilts his own down. He moves you against his hard cock and curses. “Fuck, can feel how soaked you are through your panties, pretty.” His mouth moves to your other breast, sucking the cream and making you buck your hips against his, turning you desperate for friction, for more. “All wet f’me, mm!” His teeth sink into your soft skin right under your breast, and you cry out. “Bet you’re sweeter than the cream, baby.”

Your mind is mush. Your jaw hangs open in pleasure as he makes his way down your body. He takes the time to bite here or there, smirking at how your body reacts to him, twitching when he leaves a new mark.

By the time his mouth is hovering over where you want him most, your panties are ruined and drenched, sticking to your slobbering lips. It makes Seungcheol’s head spin, his cock straining against his boxers harder. And he doesn’t waste time taking your panties off, sliding them off your legs, and over his shoulder as he takes in your pretty pussy.

“S-Seungcheol- please,” your hips buck pathetically. Wanting his mouth back on you, your legs spreading open beautifully for him. It makes him hum, his big hands pushing your inner thighs open even wider, his thumbs spreading your glistening folds to see your sweet juices drip faster from your drooling cunt.

“Please, what, pretty? Tell me what you want, baby, use your words,” and then he dares to blow on your clit, smirking at how you clench around nothing, a cry leaving your lips.

“Oh! Ah- want-“ You’re babbling, eyes squeezed shut as he teases you. “Please, want your mouth,” you whimper, “eat me out- mmph, n-need your tongue, please.”

Seungcheol’s eyes almost roll into the back of his head, your pleas making him leak pre-cum heavily into his boxers. You’re going to kill him. “Okay, baby, hold your leg open for me.” And you instantly comply, keeping your legs open for him.

You then jolt, eyes opening wide as you watch Seungcheol place a dollop of whipped cream right over your soaking slit. “Wha- oh my god!” Seungcheol dives tongue first, flattening his tongue and licking the cream from your entrance to your sensitive clit.

And you’ve never heard Seungcheol groan this loud before. He slurps and sucks between your thighs messily. Moaning into your cunt like you’re the best-tasting dessert he’s ever had. His arms hook under your legs, throwing them over his shoulders as he presses his face even closer. His head shakes back and forth as he opens his mouth as wide as he can.

Cream and your sweet juices mix on his tongue, soaking his face, dripping down his neck as his nose repeatedly nudges your clit with each stroke of his tongue, thrusting deep into you. He’s everywhere, stretching you on his tongue as his hands rub over your body, reaching up to squeeze your breasts and make you moan louder and louder with each lick.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh!” Your hips buck and roll, your hand holding the back of his head as you shamelessly ride his face, chasing that feeling in your stomach as Seungcheol groans even louder.

He could die like this. Your thighs are squeezing the sides of his face, his name babbling off your pretty mouth over and over. He doesn’t need to breathe, not when you gush sweet juices into his waiting mouth. Fuck, you taste so good. He can’t get enough. His tongue moves up to your clit, his mouth sucking the sensitive nub as his fingers easily slip inside of you, all the way to his knuckles.

You both groan at the feeling, his two fingers stretching you full and him feeling the way your walls clamp down on his long digits so deliciously. He curls his fingers, reaching deeper than yours ever did. The knot in your stomach twists with every thrust, his tongue flicking your clit over and over, matching his strokes. It leaves you unable to think, eyes crossing as he adds another finger.

He makes you fall apart, tears falling down your cheeks as you gush, soaking his hand to his wrist as you cum. You had barely been able to choke out his name, a “cheo-oh fuck!” the only thing coming out before you fucking mewl, thighs tightening around his head.

The room fills with obscenely wet squelches and your moans. He never lets up his licks or strokes, fucking you through it until you’re almost over sensitive, weakly pushing his face from your twitching cunt. “I can’t- it’s too much- oh mmph.”

Seungcheol leans back onto his knees, seeing the wet tears in your eyes as you try to catch your breath. You’re a mess, and it strokes his ego that you’ve also made him a mess. His face is covered, dripping with your sweet juices, his tongue doing its very best to lick it up from his lips and fingers as you stare at him with wide eyes. Are those hearts in your eyes, or is it his?

“Don’t tell me it’s too much.” His fingers drag his boxers off his body, freeing his cock finally. And oh fuck, you were right. He’s massive, his cock heavy, hard, and long enough that it leans down to his thigh instead of up to his abs.

Your mouth waters at the same time your pussy clenches because how would it even fit??

“Oh, it’ll fit,” Seungcheol smirks, and oop, you didn’t even know you said it out loud. “I’ll make sure it fits, pretty.” His hands leave you dazed, mouth open, watching as he wraps his hand around his shaft and strokes from the base all the way to his tip, which is leaking pre-cum continuously.

You’re so fucked.

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When morning comes, you wake up to banging on the door, making both of you flinch with a groan: your mind throbs, but not as much as your body does. You feel sore, especially between your thighs, but it’s the good kind of sore that makes you move to feel it even more. And that’s when you notice that an arm is wrapped around your waist.

The sheets are covering your hips down, and you blink a few times, trailing your sight from the sun-kissed skin of the arm around you to who it belongs to.

Seungcheol blinks the sleep away, his fingers instinctively pressing into your hips as he stretches, eyebrows furrowing in confusion for a moment as everything comes back to you both.

Another round of banging on the door makes you both flinch again, and then you’re hearing a muffled Seungkwan on the other side. “Seungcheol? Hyung! You’re buying me a new bed, I swear to fucking-“ it seems like there’s a scuffle and a brief shout before Jeonghan is calling out.

He says your name and then Seungcheol’s, and you don’t have to see your friend to know he’s smirking mischievously after swatting a sulky Seungkwan away. “Whenever y’all get up, we've got breakfast from that cafe down the block. All you got to do is bring the tea.”

And then he is cackling, cackling, and dragging Seungkwan, who complains about his bed the entire way down the hall, and leaving you alone with Seungcheol once more. You meet his eyes, a flush present on your cheeks as he gives you a charming grin.

“Good morning, pretty.” His grin curves into a knowing smirk. “How did you sleep?”

His words caressed you as if you could feel his big hands sliding up your sides, and your breath caught, your cheeks darkening as a shiver ran down your spine. Your nipples pebbled, showing a visible outline through the little top you wore, showcasing your pretty piercings through the thin fabric you tried on with a little skirt to match.

And the moment you noticed them, Seungcheol did too, and suddenly, the room rose in temperature. Your brain lagged, thoughts of Seungcheol’s mouth flashing through your mind before you cleared your throat, mumbling about trying something else on as an excuse to get out from under Seungcheol’s heavy gaze.

Your body hummed, a low warmth pooling in your stomach as you stumbled back into your dressing room, the curtain clutched in your hands for only a moment before a stronger body followed you in. You were pushed even further into the changing room, Seungcheol’s hands finding your waist as the muted blue curtain closed behind him, closing you in a small space with your boyfriend.

“Why do I feel like you’re runnin’ away from me, hmm?” Seungcheol’s voice is soft and deep, a teasing lilt in your ear as your eyes meet his once more in the small mirror inside the small clothes room. “I barely got to look at ya’ in the skirt, Baby - thought you wanted my attention?”

His words are muddling your brain, and you don’t stand a chance when you feel his chest against your back as his hands slide up your thighs, over the skirt you tried on with the shirt, and up until his hands cupped your pretty tits under the thin fabric.

Seungcheol hums, guiding you backwards two feet before he’s sitting on the tiny bench provided for the room and making you sit on his lap right after. “Do you want to hear my thoughts, baby?”

It’s a rhetorical question, his lips are kissing along the back of your shoulder as your legs straddle his, and you both watch as his hands squeeze your soft skin, enjoying the way you forwent your bra to try on this cute tiny top.

“I think,” Seungcheol’s voice is soft in your ear as he drags his words out. You can feel him hardening against your ass, and when his thumbs stroke your piercings to pinch your nipples, your back arches beautifully for him. “I think I want to fuck you in this little outfit before I buy it.”

The panties you wear stick to your drooling cunt when you process what he told you, and a whine slips from your glossy lips in response. “Cheol- we can’t, we’re in public.”

Your argument sounds weak, and it’s because it is.

Seungcheol has fucked you in public before, in the backseat of his car when he couldn’t wait after a date-night out; he’s also fucked you in a bathroom of a dive bar when you were both hanging out with your friends on a weekend everyone had off. He had made you look at him through the mirror, like how he was doing right now, so you could see all the pretty faces you made while taking his cock like you were made to. And he was going to make you do it again, right here, right now.

“I don’t care,” Seungcheol’s fingers pinch and then pull on your nipples just enough to make your hips buck, and then he slides his left hand down your stomach, stopping right between your thighs as his lips brush along the shell of your ear. “Just be quiet for me, and take what I give you.”

It's the only warning he gives you before his legs spread yours open wider, giving him a little glimpse of your pretty panties under the skirt that he pushes up so he can glide his thick fingers over your puffy folds while his right hand keeps playing with your tits.

He knows just how to touch you, learning every dip and curve like it was the only thing he ever needed to know to live on this earth, and he uses it to his advantage. He pinches, strokes, and plays your body until you're quivering, your eyes half-lidded and cheeks flushed like you ran a marathon. You're pretty pussy takes Cheol's fingers with a wet squelch that resonates in the small room loud enough to have Seungcheol's cock twitching underneath you.

He watches the way your lips part, your eyes rolling as he curls his fingers into your wet heat until his palm is rubbing against your clit, and then he's pulling them halfway out only to stuff them back in. He does this over and over again, fucking you with his fingers while you stare at him through the mirror. It's debauched that it makes you wetter, another wave of arousal soaking his hand as he groans softly into the back of your neck.

"You're so good for me, Baby. You're always so wet for me-" Three digits stretch your gummy walls open, and your mind turns into mush, barely taking in his words when his fingertips rub over the spongey spot that makes you forget your name. "That's it, open up for me, let me play with you."

His other hand stays on your breast, his hand feeling the silver bar between his thick fingers as you start to mindlessly roll your hips, riding his fingers to chase the heat that swirls in your tummy. "Fuck, Cheol- s'feels so good," you whimper, and Cheol's gritting his teeth, rubbing his palm into your little nub between your legs with a firm pressure. You're going to cum, he can feel it with the way you're squeezing around his fingers, and he's determined to get you off before he gives you his cock next.

"Yeah? You feel good, Baby? You look good." Your eyelashes flutter open, your blurry eyes blinking at the mirror in front of you when he gives you praise, and fuck, he's right. Your legs are hooked over his, your back is pressed into his chest, and his arm is wrapped around your waist as his fingers pump between your thighs. His forearm flexes with each stroke of his fingers, and you can see how much you're dripping all over him. But what gets you is the way he looks at you, like you're the eighth wonder of the world, like you were a piece of art in the louvre, and like you were all his to ruin.

Your orgasm flashes through you before you can warn him. You see his dark eyes, his lip caught between his teeth, and suddenly, you are gasping while quivering on his lap. And through it all, he continues to pump his fingers in and out, fucking you while your head falls back on his shoulder and your pussy gushes wet and warm just for him.

The muscles of your inner thighs tremble with a pleasant hum, and before you're coming off the high of your first orgasm, he's moving you around until you're leaning forward, bracing your palms on the white wall of the fitting room as he shoves his jeans down just enough to free his aching cock. He meant it when he said he was going to fuck you in this outfit before he bought it, and he uses your slick to pump his cock with a few firm strokes.

When he guides you back, your legs are now between his, and his palm is holding your hip steady as he lowers you onto his fat cock with low praises. He makes you sink slowly, just so you can feel every inch bully its way deep inside. You can feel the way his thick tip rubs along all your nerve endings deliciously until your ass meets his hips, and your cervix is greeted with a few splurts of his gooey precum in hello. Then, Seungcheol widens his legs apart, leaning back on the flimsy wall behind him as he squeezes your hips affectionately. "Ride me."

If you weren't cock drunk already, your brain definitely melts once his order filters through your ears. You don't even question it, immediately leaning forward and letting him flip the back of your skirt up as you rest your palms on his knees and move your hips up. His cock is heavy, sliding out of you, and you can only take it halfway out before you're slamming back down. Your mouth waters from the feeling, and your pussy clamps around his shaft obscenely as the new angle has his cock reaching even deeper.

Then you repeat the action. Bouncing on his lap faster, harder, chasing the warm knot that forms in your belly again as Seungcheol's tip smacks into your G-spot like a bullseye.

You do your best to keep quiet, biting your lip hard, but the slap of your ass meeting his pelvis is undeniable in the room, and you can't imagine that it's not heard from outside, but you can only assume the little curtain separating you two from the rest of the store isn't muffling much. But you're already past the point of caring, not when Seungcheol's praising you. He tells you how good your pretty pussy looks stretched around his cock, how good you take him, and that you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen.

He builds you up for another orgasm faster than your first, and when your movements become sloppy, he's there to take over.

Seungcheol moves you around, slipping from your addicting cunt to make you face him. He brings you back over his lap, straddling his wide hips, his eyes sparkling with a love that has your whole body tingling. "C'mere, want you facing me when you cum on my cock, Baby."

His arms wrap around your back to hug you closer as you sink onto his cock with ease once more. Your thighs are sticky with your slick, and so is his pelvis. Your pretty pussy drools and slobbers wetly all over his cock, and when you go back to bouncing on his lap, you can feel drool form at the corner of your mouth, too.

With the new position, Seungcheol gets the best view of your pretty pierced nipples up close after he shoves your little top down until it's bunched around your waist. He watches the way your piercings gleam under the light of the store, and he's mesmerized as they jump up and down right in front of him. "So pretty," he mumbles, and you squeeze around him in response. Your hands are holding onto his shoulders for support as you swirl your hips lewdly, and when he leans forward to wrap his lips around your nipple, your hips falter in rhythm, a soft cry slipping from your lips as his wet tongue swirls around your areola with a low groan.

Seungcheol grabs your hips with more strength and takes over your movements, moving you on his cock while one of your hands threads in his hair, holding onto the back of his head as he sucks, laps, and bites on your breasts one at a time.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck-" you say his name like a curse, and your pussy flutters when you cum shortly afterwards. You tremble in ecstasy, and your pussy drools, coating his cock with wave after wave of your second orgasm.

His lips let go of your nipple so he can watch you fall apart above him. Your breasts are covered in his saliva and love bites, something he thinks makes your piercings look even prettier, and your eyes are clenched shut as your tongue sticks out in a euphoric expression. He can feel every tremor of your velvety walls milking his cock, and he doesn't resist pushing his hips up and letting his cock swell deep inside your sopping cunt.

He fills you with rope after rope of his cum until a ring forms around the base of his cock, and then he keeps you sitting on his lap just to keep you plugged a little longer as you two struggle to find your breath.

"We're so banned from this store," you huff, but there isn't any heat behind your voice, not when you are so full and warm with him. But you do attempt to half-heartedly glare at your lover to let him know you're not joking. You know that at least one person had to hear what you two had just done, and your cheeks flush at the thought of your walk of shame you'll have to do to leave this store.

But before you can spiral, Seungcheol is shaking his head and squeezing your hips with a dazzling smile. "I'm an ambassador, I'd like to see them try."

It's safe to say that Seungcheol keeps that smug grin plastered on his face all the way through the check-out line. You're back in the clothes you came into the store wearing, and Seungcheol only hands broken tags to the cashier, daring the blushing attendant to say something as he tells them, "We're just buying these."

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A/N: Also, my bad for missing posting on Tuesday, 04/21. Your girl procrastinated, but also, my personal life has suddenly taken a turn, and things are about to get more wild than usual, lmao, so I appreciate y'all bearing with me.