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âËâšęˇ char ! she/they. twenty-four. istj. jeongcheolâs princess & wonwooâs discord kitten.
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I came to apologize I'm the tipsy anon from yesterday and although I found the cheol pics extremely hot it wasn't my intention to make you uncomfortable or anything đ in my drunk head if you were expressing your desire for him I didn't want to come on and be like ' no! I want to fuck him so you can't' so tipsy me thought that a trouple is the only reasonable option
(and I'm bi so it's not only after I'm drinking but I do start to express my gayness after alcohol bc I'm in the closet so that's the only time I'm brave enough đđ)
awww nonnie đ not uncomfortable at all i was v entertained actually bc ummm im queer too,, anyways big kiss for u no need to apologise <3
Hell yeah with you we would show him the best time and then he will want us and we can nonchalantly accept him into out trouple
I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense I'm a bit tipsy right now (and delusional)
she gets so gay off that tequila
Could not agree more with your recent that man is HOT 𼾠and should I perhaps interest you with a threesome đ¤
my ears perked upâŚ. threesome with whoâŚ. me??
i need to fuck him I NEED TO FUCK HIM

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Oh. Ooohhhhhhhh đĽš
extreme fomo rn bc the venue is less than a 5min drive from home but i couldnt go bc im visiting my grandmother multiple states away im so sad đ like i couldve been so close to cxm fuckkkk
if it was me i would have just run there and back
for your own sanity do not look at the pics & vids of cheol from CxMâs performance last night đŹ
too late they had to hook me up to an IV because i got dehydrated from leaking so much slick
Kitchen Curse (Seungcheol)
boyfriend!seungcheol x f!reader (honestly this reads like Bun & Cheol to me hahaha)
based on this YT video
genre: fluff
summary: Seungcheolâs confidence in the kitchen takes a blow.
word count: 994
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Itâs a lazy evening. Youâre laying back against the sofa arm, book in hand, feet resting on Seungcheolâs thighs as he scrolls aimlessly through his phone. The sun is starting to set just enough that you reach back to turn the lamp on, filling the room with warm light.
As you come out of your comfortable haze, you realize that youâre hungry. Seungcheol must realize the same thing, because he proclaims, âIâm going to cook us dinner.â
You lower your book to give him an uneasy look. âI was thinking Iâd just make us something simple tonight.â
But heâs got that determined look on his face that you know you wonât win against. All you can do is go along with it and hope things turn out okay.
âWhatâs for dinner?â you ask lightly, hoping your voice doesnât betray your anxiety. Seungcheol doesnât often cook but when he does, it never turns out quite right. Meat cooked a bit too long, soups a little overseasoned. His heart is in the right place, but he lacks the technique to see his creations through.
Youâve tried to teach him over the years, but heâs stubborn. Heâs convinced he has the âchef instinctâ and itâs just a matter of unlocking it.
âSundubu jjigae!â he announces cheerfully. He lifts your ankles before setting them back onto the cushion, and heads into the kitchen.
Sighing, you slip your bookmark between the pages and slide your book under a throw pillow. Overseasoned soft tofu stew it is. At least thereâs instant rice. He canât ruin rice.
Thatâs not true, you realize. Heâs microwaved it almost to burning before. Maybe you should offer to handle the rice.
Seungcheol is already pulling things out of the fridge. You can hear him humming as he painstakingly chops the vegetables. No matter how many times youâve tried to show him how to properly chop, he always brushes you off and continues doing things his way.
Which is why you canât bear to go in there and watch what heâs doing. You take your time fluffing the sofa pillows, refolding the blanket that Joshua lovingly crocheted the two of you as an anniversary gift. Itâs a bit itchy and sometimes your toes get caught in the gaps, but itâs a sweet gift so you keep it on the sofa anyway.
Seungcheol often remarks that heâs glad Joshua gave up that particular hobby before it got more out of hand; secretly, so are you. Similarly, you wish Seungcheol would give up his desire to cook. Your cookware wishes the same thing.
âOw!â
Unable to delay the inevitable any longer, you head into the kitchen. Thereâs a mess of half-chopped vegetables on the counter and a cutting board overflowing with uneven ingredients. Seungcheol is rummaging in the fridge.
âAre you sure this is right?â You hover near the pot, which is close to boiling over.Â
Seungcheol nudges you out of the way to check. His hair is pushed up on one side where he keeps touching it while he checks his phone. âYeah, itâs fine. Itâs supposed to look like that.â
âBut is it supposed to smell like that?â you press, fighting the urge to turn down the stove. When Seungcheol insisted on making dinner tonight, you were wary. Now, seeing him in action, youâre downright stressed.
âSeungcheolââ
âHave some faith in me, will you? I read the recipe this time, and Iâoh!â
The bubbling pot really has boiled over now; reflexively, he grabs for it before you can stop him, getting hot liquid over his fingers.Â
His pained whine hurts your heart. Clicking off the stove, you drag him over to the sink and thrust his hand under the cold water. The two of you stand there for a minute, letting the water rush over his reddened fingers.
When you finally shut off the water to check the extent of his injury, he sighs. âI didnât mean to do that.â
âI know. I definitely know.â
The burn isnât too bad. Using a clean towel, you dry off his hand before turning towards the stove. Maybe you can at least salvage dinner.
Except, looking at the remains of the soup, youâre not sure you want to. It doesnât look edible.
âI give up,â he says, tossing the towel onto the counter. âI canât cook.â
âDarn,â you tease him, hugging him from behind and resting your cheek against his broad back. âNo house husband for me.â
âI can do other things,â he protests. âI can clean stuff. LaundryâŚtake out the trash. Stuff like that.â
âMm. Looks like weâll just have to split the responsibilities. I can get behind that.â
âWhat about dinner?â
âSpam egg rice sound good?â
While Seungcheol gingerly cleans up the mess heâs made, you fry off some cubes of spam and scramble some eggs with green onion. Sliding the fluffy eggs over some steaming instant rice, you add a little drizzle of kewpie mayo and some more green onion and sesame seeds for decoration before presenting him with a bowl.
âNothing fancy, but howâs that for a quick dinner?â
He takes the bowl, looking morose all the while. âJust once Iâd like to be the one making you something delicious. I donât know why I have a kitchen curse.â
âNo. Hansol has a kitchen curse,â you correct. âYou just donât listen very well.â
âI try.â
âYou donât. Youâre stubborn and ridiculous about it no matter how many times I try to tell you what to do.â Seeing the pout spreading across his handsome face, you pinch his cheek. âAnd I love you so much anyway.â
He gives you a sulky look that makes your heart fond. âHow much?â
âSo, so much.â
âHow much is so, so much?â
âEnough that Iâm willing to put up with you destroying my pans.â
He glances at the stove before ducking his head. âIâll buy you a new one.â
âYes, you will. Now letâs go eat before it gets cold.â
Like legit so Bun & Cheol coded hahahaha, I might include this in a sequel or something.
Doll Parts- j.ww
Tags: SMUT, bondage, dollification, overstimulation, they're disgustingly in love (classics of seventeensrat) I'm not kidding when I say they're IN LOVE, no fluff unless you count the fluff in the sexy parts. Fingering, sex, oral sex, I cannot say these are healthy dynamics, there's a scene where she's super insecure except it dissolves into an interpretation of my own flaws so the ending may be abrupt, skip over that if it's triggering, they read slightly codependent icl, he found her crying, he crew too, they both crode together Wonwoo toes her boundaries in the last one but they're both very into it, tagging dubcon just in case.
credits to @cursed-carmine for the gorgeous dividers, and @pochaccoups and @cherrynpink for proofreading and support, because God knows how long I've been sitting on this.
A/n: this is actually the very first fic I wrote! This is a shameless self insert brought to you by a massive virgin so don't take anything seriously and stay safe. I can't say the dynamics are healthy but they are undeniably sweet.
Silent readers kill. Please reblog, leave a comment or scream in my inbox I love it.
Wonwoo loved his darling little doll.Â
Loved dressing you up in the morning, each piece of delicate clothing carefully selected and put on you. Loved pinning your curls back with dainty hair clips, making you look even more doll-like. Loved scooping you up and carrying you around in his arms whenever he moved from one room to another. Loved gently setting you down among the many plushies that littered your bed after a long day. Loved crawling in with you. Loved pressing you to him until you both fell asleep. Loved waking you up the next morning with his cock pushing into you, his lovely doll so small and beautiful, whimpering half asleep in his arms. Loved doing it all over again.
That wasnât to say you didnât love it either. In fact, it was you, late one night, who suggested the idea to him shyly, reddened face buried in his wide shoulder. Asked him to use you, make you his, in every way possible, from the way you dress to when you speak. When he was silent for a moment too long, your heart sank to your stomach. Too far, you'd pushed too far, this was the end, you ruined it all again, heâs going to leave, you lost another person too early âÂ
Between the panic and the chasm cracking open in your chest, you didnât register the way he cradled your frozen body closer, aligning you with him. Not until Wonwooâs hips rolled up into yours, letting you know exactly how he felt about it. That night, he took you over and over again, held close to his broad chest, held with warmth and safety and care. Held close like a beloved doll.
However, a beloved doll never meant a fully passive one. Wonwoo likes to tie you up, not because you struggle (though he finds it adorable), but because itâs easier for him to do as he pleases with you. Which found you perched on his lap while he wrote lyrics, his other hand between your thighs, stroking your clit mindlessly. Your own hands were bound in front of you with the same meticulousness he performed every action with, then looped to the ring on your pretty collar. You squirmed against him, thoughts melting into oblivion with every gentle pass of fingers.Â
The scratch of pen against paper pauses briefly, and he hauls you back to better lean against him, the warmth of his chest seeping into your back.
âWhere are you going, hm?â
You were trapped between his chest and the palm of his hand flush against your bare cunt. The soft sound that escaped you was almost pitiful. Wonwoo huffed a laugh against the soft skin where your shoulder met your neck, pressing a tender kiss there. His fingers speed up, work long forgotten, until you were trying to squirm away from the relentless pleasure. The arm curled around your ribs doesnât let you get far. He unravels you like this, nosing at the plush of your cheek, as you moan and writhe, legs shaking on either side of his, unable to close.Â
You wordlessly turn your head in search of his lips, missing them twice in your desperation. Wonwoo smiles, catching your mouth in a deep kiss, hand still working you through your climax. Oversensitivity kicks in, and you whine against his mouth. Tears prick against your eyes when his fingers refuse to slow down, before they pull away without warning. You whine again, whether out of frustration or relief, you couldnât tell.Â
He breaks the kiss, still with that same gentle smile that you fell in love with, so long ago. Adjusting you on his lap, he silently encourages you to lean back against his shoulder. Your eyes drift shut. The scratch of pen on paper starts again, and Wonwooâs warm hand finds its place back between your thighs, fingers tracing through the mess.Â
Your eyes snap open. âWonwoo-â
âHush, baby.â You reluctantly quiet down, still shivering in his lap, still without use of your hands or legs, restrained as they are. Dolls shouldnât speak, anyway. Wonwoo rewards you by dipping two fingers past your pliant lips, pressing down on your tongue until you couldnât focus on anything but the taste of his skin, covered in you.Â
Of course, work wasnât the only time he held you close and played with you.
Wonwoo sprawls across the couch, long legs spread wide. You sat straddling his thigh, nose buried in the warm skin above his clavicle. His large, pale hand spidered across your spine, gently caressing you, looking the very picture of relaxation as he lazily flicks through a book with the other.
The same couldnât be said of you. For the past half-hour, youâve been grinding desperately against the strong thigh pressed against your cunt, trying to get yourself off to no avail. It didnât help that your hands were cuffed behind your back this timeâ Wonwooâs arm wrapped around your waist was the only thing keeping you steady.Â
You briefly wonder about the image the two of you made: his tall stature folded elegantly on the couch, regal features set in unruffled neutrality, princely even in a shirt and sweatpants, and you, naked, golden skin covered in a sheen of sweat, face flushed and crumpled with pleasure as you writhed helplessly on his leg. The master and his pretty doll. The thought sent heat straight to the pit of your stomach, forcing a whimper from you.Â
It was at that noise the warmth of Wonwooâs hand disappeared from your back and resurfaced on your chest, guiding you back carefully. Still, you barely caught yourself on his thigh. The change in position forced pressure off your clitâtoo much.
Indignation won over embarrassment,, only for it to turn to a soft moan when his thumb languidly brushed over your nipple. The touch was so light it couldâve been an accident. What was not an accident was the sharp pinch that followed, pulling a strangled wail from you. He soothed it with a firm swipe of his finger, before grabbing your whole tit. Hard. His sharp eyes didn't leave the pages once, even when he groped your chest. Something simply to keep his hands busy.Â
Wonwoo bounced his leg the same time he turned a page. The jolt of pleasure it sent through youâ after so long deniedâ made you fall forward back into the crook of his shoulder with a small cry, pushing your breast into his palm.
Any semblance of shame was long cast aside, if your whimpers were anything to go by. He keeps you like that, hand palming the soft swells of your chest, bouncing his leg periodically, almost absentmindedlyâ just to hear your punched out whines against his skin. An adorable little doll that squeaked when he touched it.
To Wonwoo, there was no activity that could be done if it wasnât with you. Gaming (the single player kind. Heâd be damned if he allowed anyone else to see you this way.) was no exception. Some days you curl up on his lap like a cat, basking in his warmth while you snuggle deeper into his shoulder. Wonwoo pets the closest part of you he can reach during the lulls. Long afternoons stretch and wind like taffy, Wonwoo rocking the two of you back and forth until you drowse in his arms.
On others, like this one, you kneel between his legs, hands tied to the chair around his waist. He makes sure your head is comfortable resting on his lap, his cock half hard and heavy in your mouth. His long calves are firm against your back, caging you in. Safe. It was so, so easy to fall asleep like this, drooling around him, messy and ruined and loved. Wonwoo pets the soft top of your head, a proud owner with a devoted pet.
Surrounded completely by him, you doze, woken up every now and then by his hips bucking into your mouthâ gently, gently because he would never hurt his lovely doll, who looked up at him with glossy, lovesick eyes. Lovesick eyes which mirrored his own. His perfect darling who looked the picture of debauchery, pretty dress rucked up around your thighs, knees splayed out on the pillow he specifically bought for this, arms around him in the mimicry of a hug, round mouth stuffed full with him.Â
Wonwooâs heart shatters with the affection he feels for you then. Enough to pull you off him by the hairâgently, always gentlyâ and lean down into a deep kiss you could barely reciprocate, breathless. He slides two fingers into your mouth, the other hand stroking your hair, your face, peppering your face with little kisses. Smiles into every one of them. Pecks the tip of your nose, and oh, your lips are right there, soft and wet and tight around his fingers as you sucked. Pushing down on your tongue, he licks into your open mouth, around his fingers, kissing the slick arch of your mouth and then between the vee of his fingers, eating up every soft noise you make, because itâs all for him, because of him.
Two fingers, as big as they were, werenât enough to soothe the ache that had formed in your jaw, settled deep in your mind. You whine. Loudly. Wonwoo pulls back, smiling fondly, stroking the side of your head.
âYou want daddyâs cock, babydoll? Yeah?â he coos at you. âMy darling girl wants to be with me forever, right? Does she want me to take care of her everyday like this? â
You nod quickly, eyes glistening, wanting him in your mouth, around you. Forget wanting, you needed him like air. More, sometimes. He obliges like he could read your mind, understand that porcelain heart of yours, legs pressing against your back, guiding your head back to him. One hand pushes your head down, until you feel him nudging the back of your throat.
Long hours spent training away your gag reflex (A mission taken on solely by you. Wonwoo spent most of it alarmed, concerned for your well-being and painfully hard) made it ridiculously easy to do fun little tricks like taking him in fully and staring up at him with dark, wet eyes.Â
Fun little tricks for you, that is. Wonwoo was actively losing it. You silently will him to look at you, but he pays no heed to your telepathic urging (how dare he), instead throwing his head back, eyes squeezed shut against the overwhelming heat of your mouth. You lick over his head, taking him even deeper. The groan he lets slip between the harsh breaths is enough to have you moan against him, the vibration making his hips buck up, his body becoming yours.
You bob your head once, twice, and let your teeth graze ever so slightly, and that was enough for him to come undone. You swallow every drop, admiring his lovely face in the throes of pleasure. His cheekbones shone like the moon lived under his skin, and his long neck gleamed with sweat.
Wonwoo knew there was something wrong when you stared at your breakfast glassily, and when you barely spoke to him through it, and refused to touch him after it. He knew it when he saw you gazing at the mirror with the kind of hunger only the eternally starving could have, the hunger of someone who could not eat. And he knew it when you shied away from the hands he placed on your shoulders, but he didn't budge, and you reluctantly let him.
"What's wrong, darling?"
"I'm fine." An answer too curt to be anything but fine.
He stayed silent, and it enveloped you like everything about him. The silence seeped into your skin and throat, swept into your head with the surety of a tsunami, sank into the orifices of your chest (you sometimes wondered if there was anything in there at allâ it felt so hollow), reached the depths of your stomach.
The words left from your stomach too. Retching them out was really the right word, the way it came up, and out of your mouth in convulsions, the horrible things you harboured within you like a spider and it's eggs.
The truth was: you were a freak of nature. An anomalous result, a product of your circumstances like any other, the last connection you seemed to have with what it meant to be human. That's where it all stemmed from and now you've made him part of it, subjected him to you, the oddity, you, the less-than-human-more-than -doll sick in the head for all the things you were willing to do to be accepted, to win in relationships (there are 2 losers), to be home in her own skin. There were places his hands couldn't reach, couldn't cleanse and that made you angrier.
By the end of your tirade, shaking and crying and close to collapse, his silence remained. But so did his hands, moving from your shoulders to your back, keeping you up, you realised, from collapsing. Your legs felt numb. Truly a doll, you thought deliriously. All that was left was the two of you and his silence, now coating the sharp shards of glass you called a heart. The silence wasn't there to stay, because he'd leave soon, understand you were beyond help, save himself while he could. You wanted him happy. You wanted him all to yourself and that sent you into a fresh wave of tears, because it was all gone now, you've cut the final threads, cleaned it up like a seam in life. B.W, A.W. Before Wonwoo, after Wonwoo. The thought made you giggle, and you were sure he found you repulsive and frankly ill, and that sobered you up again.
His arms still haven't left their place around you. A croak of your name had you turning around to look at him, and your heart shattered at the tear tracks that mirrored your own. He shouldn't cry, people like him never deserved to know desperation or grief or sadness, you caused itâ
As if sensing your thoughts, he scooped you up, interrupting them, and carried you to the bed, setting you on his lap comfortably. And his tears never stopped rolling, not when he buried his face in your shoulder and clung to you like he was afraid you'd be the one walking away. Maybe he recognized the sharp knife trying to glide through yet another relationship.
"Wonwoo?" You tried, placing a gentle hand onto his shoulder. He shook his head, still hidden in the crook of your shoulder.
"Don't leave me." The single sentence shattered you further, and you carded a hand through his dark hair, trying to envelope him like he always did you. You could always become better. For him, you'd force yourself to.
The door opened angrily. You could swear up and down the door could tell you what the person who opened it was feeling at the moment, and today it was frustration and ire.
You felt him before he entered the kitchen, all long legs and broad shoulders. His mouth was set in a tight line, and you could see the stress around his eyes, half hooded behind his glasses. Wonwoo crossed the distance between you in two strides, grabbing your face with one hand and tilting your head up before he caught your lips in a kiss that felt like he was trying to devour you. You whined into the kiss, out of breath.
"Wonwoo, the stoveââ you gasped.
He chased your mouth again, one arm reaching past you to turn the stove off (insurance wasn't worth it). The kiss only seemed to get more desperate as he poured the frustration of his day into it, until it felt like your lips would bruise. You wouldn't mind that, you thought, you wanted his marks to be raw and aching and permanent.
Without breaking the kiss, he slid an arm under your ass, lifting you effortlessly. The walk to the bedroom was the longest 10 seconds of his life (not entirely true. There was that one time the two of you didn't make it to the bed), and he tossed you on it like you weighed nothing, hunger written all over his face. Wonwoo moved with the quick grace of a predator, sliding between your thighs and flipping your skirt up. Of course you weren't wearing anything underneath, his perfect doll.
The first lick had you crumbling, and he had you on the edge in minutes. A single devastating suck threw you over it almost violently, his tounge working you through it. You sighed, boneless on the mattress, tugging at his hair to pull him up and over you, but he simply pinned your hands to your stomach.
"Hands, baby." It wasn't often he got like this, so you lifted them up obediently. Wonwoo stroked over your clit, rubbing little hearts into it until you came again, dumb with pleasure. And again. And again. After the fifth or sixth orgasm, you couldn't take it anymore, pushing at his shoulders and pulling his hair, trying to close your legs, but Wonwoo was a monolith between your thighs. And determined to make you come over and over until overstimulation could barely describe what you felt, tears of pleasure edged with sweet pain rolling into your hair. You knew if you fought back more, he'd simply tie your hands up and away from you, and tie your knees apart, and give you one more just as punishment for misbehaving. Your pleasure belonged to him. You belonged to him. He'd care of you if you passed out anyway, why are you crying?
Youâre a treasured plaything for him to touch and grope at his will, regardless of whatever heâs doing. Or whatever you're doing.

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Insatiable | Choi Seungcheol | đ
Pairing:Â choi seungcheol x fem!reader
Summary:Â It is one of those days when you and Seungcheol are both working from home. Notoriously, no work gets done on days like this one.
Word count:Â 6.6k
Genres/warnings:Â smut, pwp (plot? what plot?); non-idol au, loser!nerd!perv!seungcheol, established relationship, honestly i can stop at pwp, cheol is a simp and we're not surprised; lmk if i skipped anything important
Smut warnings:Â Minors DNI, thicc dicc!cheol, implied size difference, dirty talk (of course), slow piv sex, unprotected (this is how we roll here; but please be safe irl), creampie, they continue being horndogs, reader takes charge, light hints of pet play; oral (f rec), face sitting, some brief hand job (m. rec), orgasm denial/control, edging, kinda ruined orgasm, cheol is down bad as always, he's sweetly pathetic, reader is on the phone with her manager when cheol fucks her (oops, don't do it irl kids); see anything i missed? please lmk
A/N: everyone say thank you, seungcheol for that live he held. it gave me the idea of writing a full scene of what i only mentioned briefly in the main fic, though the action here takes place after the main story. as always, enjoy your read and iâll be happy to see your feedback in any form youâre comfortable with: comments, asks or reblogs. and i will see you in my next fic á̤̍
You can read it separately but I would recommend reading all of it for the full experience of this couple :)
If you see any mistakes: I try to proofread but English isnât my first language, proceed at your own discretion.
Masterlist. | PART 1
Seungcheol is forty-seven minutes deep into this video call and he has absorbed precisely none of it. His manager's voice comes through the headset like a monotone hum. He can swear this woman's voice is designed to sandpaper the edges of his sanity. On screen, a grid of eight faces, all feigning attention, and his own small rectangle in the corner shows a man who hasn't blinked in thirty seconds because he's too busy tracking a silhouette moving past the doorway.
That's you. Just a flicker of movementâbare legs, the hem of an oversized t-shirt he knows is his, the soft grey one you stole three months ago and never gave backâand his concentration detonates. His cock twitches against his thigh, a slow, traitorous swell that has nothing to do with whatever the hell his manager is droning on about.
Seungcheol leans back in his chair, the springs groaning under his weight, and tilts his head just enough to catch a sliver of the kitchen through the gap in the doorframe. You're at the counter now, back to him, reaching to open the microwave. The t-shirt stretches, outlining the curve of your butt. Suddenly, the fabric rides up as you tiptoe to grab something from the cupboard above and the very bottom of your ass peeks out, bare and soft-looking, and he has to swallow a sound that would get him fired.
"âand moving forward, I think we need to restructure our code reviews which are taking two days on average," his manager drones, and Seungcheol wants to scream. Fuck them code reviews. He's going to lose his mind. He's going to combust in this ergonomic chair and they'll find him as nothing but a pile of ash and a half-hard dick.
His fingers drum against the armrest. He risks another glance. You're bent over now, rummaging in the fridge, and the t-shirt has ridden up so high he can see the crease where your thigh meets your ass. Seungcheol knows exactly how that crease tastes. He knows the sound you make when he presses his tongue flat against it and drags upward. He knows the way you shudder, the way your hand fists in his hair, the way you always whisper his name in a mix of a curse and a prayer.
Fuck. His cock is fully hard now, a rigid line trapped in his sweatpants and boxer briefs in a way that's becoming painful. He shifts in his seat, trying to find relief, and accidentally knocks his knee against the underside of his desk with a dull thud that makes his microphoneâthat he forgot to muteâspike.
"You okay there, Seungcheol?" His manager's voice cuts through, and for one horrifying second his heart stops. But he quickly realises that it's just the noise that drew her attention. Just the thud.
"Yeah, fine," he says, and his voice comes out strained, a little too tight. "Justâhit my knee on the table."
He mutes himself. Lets out a breath that shakes. Rubs his palm over his face and tries to think about spreadsheets. Deadlines. Anything except you currently being in the kitchen or the way you looked this morning when you rolled out of bed, hair a disaster, his t-shirt swallowing you, and kissed him on the forehead before padding to the bathroom. Domestic shit. Soft, sweet, married-couple shit that still makes his chest ache even now, months in, even after everything.
It's worse now. That's the thing. He thought it would level outâthe insatiable, clawing need that's been devouring him since that first drunk night on the couch. He thought once the novelty wore off, once you'd had each other in every conceivable position on every conceivable surface, the fever would break and you'd settle into something manageable. Normal.
It didn't.
It got so much worse.
Last Friday, for instance. You both worked from home. By his generous estimate, you managed three hours of actual productivity between you. The rest of the day dissolved into a blur of skin and sweat and the obscene, wet sound of his cock sliding into you over and over. He bent you over your desk during what was supposed to be a fifteen-minute coffee break and didn't pull out for forty-five. You sucked him off under his desk during a monthly team call on Google Meet, his teeth sinking into his fist and leaving marks just to keep from moaning into an unmuted mic, his eyes watering with restraint of not rolling back into his skull. Seungcheol fucked you against the hallway wall on the way to the bathroom, one hand clamped over your mouth, your legs wrapped around his waist, your nails carving trenches into his shoulders through his shirt. By the end of the day you couldn't walk straight. Neither could he. You ordered pizza and ate it cross-legged on the floor of your living room, half-naked, feeding each other slices and communicating with humms and grunts because forming full thoughts and voicing them felt like mission impossible. And then he got hard again just from watching you lick grease off your thumb, and you let him lay you back on the soft carpet and fill you up again, until you were both too wrecked to move.
So yeah. It didn't level out. It metastasised.
And now it's Tuesday, and he's been on this call for almost an hour, and you are a room away, in the kitchen, heating up leftovers, and his entire body is humming with want. He can smell you from here. He swears he canâthat faint, familiar scent of your body wash and underneath it, the warm scent of your skin that makes his mouth water and his brain go syrupy and stupid.
"âso if everyone could have their reports in by Thursday," his manager is saying, finally, mercifully, "that would be great. Any questions? No? Great. Thanks, everyone."
The call ends. Seungcheol doesn't even say goodbye. He yanks the headset off, tosses it onto his desk, and is out of the bedroom before his chair stops spinning.
You hear him coming. He's not particularly secretive about his arrivalâthe heavy, purposeful tread of a man who spends too much time at the gym and hasn't learned to move quietly in a shared apartment. But you don't turn around. You're standing at the counter, reaching for the microwave handle, when his arms wrap around you from behind and his body folds over yours like a collapsing star.
He's so big. That's the first thing you register, the same thing you register every timeâthe sheer, enveloping mass of him. His chest presses against your back, solid and warm through the thin fabric of yourâhisât-shirt. His arms circle your waist, thick and possessive, and his face buries into the crook of your neck with a sound that can only be described as a whimper.
"You're done?" you ask, not bothering to hide the amusement in your voice.
"Finally," he mumbles against your skin. His lips move as he speaks, brushing the sensitive spot just below your ear, and you have to suppress a shiver. "Thought she was never going to shut up. I was losing my mind."
"Yeah, I could hear her from here. That voice is something else. Like a sadistic lullaby."
Seungcheol huffs a laugh, his breath warm and damp against your throat. "It's not funny. I was suffering."
"Poor baby." You tilt your head, giving him more access without thinking, your body responding to his proximity the way it always doesâon instinct, on autopilot, like your nerve endings have been rewired to recognise him as a primary need. Purely Pavlovian response. "My heart bleeds for you and your very important corporate meeting."
"Don't be mean." He pouts. You can't see his face but you know he's poutingâyou can hear it in the way his voice goes soft and petulant, the way his lower lip juts out. "I missed you."
"I was literally a wall away."
"That's a wall too far."
The microwave beeps. You reach for it again, but Seungcheol's hand catches yours first. His fingers slide between yours, locking them together, and he pulls your hand back down, pressing it flat against the counter top. His other hand slips under the hem of your shirt and settles on your lower belly, palm warm and broad and possessive.
"Food can wait," he murmurs.
You open your mouth to argue, to tease him about being a needy, insufferable menace, but then his palm presses down. Just a little. Just enough to apply pressure, to make you aware of the heat pooling low in your abdomen, of the way your body responds to him on a level that has nothing to do with conscious thought. An involuntary sound escapes your throatâsmall, breathy, embarrassingâand you feel your pussy clench around nothing.
"That's what I thought," he says, and there's a smile in his voice now, satisfied and soft and infuriating.
His lips find the junction of your neck and shoulder. He kisses you there, slow and open-mouthed, and then his teeth graze your skin and you stop breathing for a second.
"Cheol."
"Mm?"
"You're doing that thing."
"What thing?" He does it againâa gentle scrape of teeth, followed by the wet, soothing press of his tongueâand your knees go weak.
"That thing where youâwhere you turn me intoâ" You can't finish the sentence. His lips have found a new spot, just above your collarbone, and he's sucking a bruise into existence with the kind of focused intensity he usually reserves for boss fights in Elden Ring. Your brain fills with static. Your hands grip the edge of the counter. "âinto aâfuck."
"Into a what?" He pulls back just long enough to speak, his voice low and rough and dripping with false innocence. "Use your words, baby."
"I hate you."
"No you don't." Kiss. Bite. Suck. "You love it. You love when I make you all dumb and shaky. When I take my time and turn you into a little mess before I've even touched you properly." Another kiss, this one pressed to the shell of your ear. "I know you're clenching even without touching you, baby. You think I'm not aware? Oh, I am. I know your body better than I know my own at this point."
You think of saying something sharp, to cut through the haze and reassert some semblance of control. But Seungcheol is right. He does know your body. He's spent months mapping every inch of it with his hands and his mouth and his cock, learning every spot that makes you gasp, every rhythm that makes you fall apart. And right now, with his palm still pressing on your lower belly and his lips trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, the only thing your brain can produce is a stream of increasingly pathetic sounds.
You think, distantly, about the irony of it. Months ago you called him a loser to your friend. You rolled your eyes at his compression shirts and his anime figures and his inability to talk to women. And now here you are, melting into a puddle of need because he's kissing your neck and breathing on you. Your friends have noticed, of course. Because you can't exactly hide it. You walk into every brunch, every cafe meetup, wearing the unmistakable glow of a woman who's getting thoroughly, regularly, devastatingly fucked. Loud and proud as they say.
Seungcheol's fingers have trailed lower while you were lost in thought. They're resting on the waistband of your underwear now, tracing the elastic edge with a maddening lightness that makes your hips twitch.
"Mmm, bet you're so wet already," he murmurs, and you can hear the satisfaction in his voice, the smug, reverent delight. "I haven't even done anything and you're soaking through your panties, aren't you? What am I going to do with you?"
"I don't know," you manage, your voice coming out embarrassingly breathy. "Maybe actually fuck me instead of just talking about it?"
"Impatient." He nips at your earlobe. "I like it."
His fingers dip lower, pressing against you through the damp cotton of your underwear and finding his theory to be true. The pressure is light, teasing, nowhere near enough, and you can feel your pussy clenching and throbbing again, desperate for more, desperate for anything. Behind you, pressed against the curve of your ass, his cock is a hard, insistent weight. He's been half-hard since the call startedâyou could guess from the way he was squirming in his chair, the way his eyes kept cutting toward the kitchenâbut now he's fully erect, thick and hot even through the layers of his sweatpants and your t-shirt that barely covers your ass anymore. He rocks against you, a slow, deliberate grind, and the friction makes you both groan.
"Thought about this the whole call," he says, his voice dropping into that lower register that makes your stomach flip. "Thought about bending you over this counter. Thought about pulling these little panties to the side and sliding into you while you're still trying to heat up your stupid breakfast leftovers. Thought about filling you up so full you'd be leaking me all afternoon while you sit in your meetings pretending to be a professional."
"That'sâ" You swallow, hard. "That's what you were thinking about? During a work call?"
"Every second." Seungcheol grinds against you again, and this time you can feel the full length of him, the girth that still makes your mouth water even after all these months. "Couldn't focus. Couldn't think about anything except your tight little cunt and how bad I need to be inside it. How bad I need to use it."
He says that and lets out a shameful pathetic mewl.
The word "use" and the desperate sound that escapes him land in your chest and detonate. You know what he's doingâhe's working you up, talking filth the way he knows you like, the way that makes you weak and pliant and ready to let him do anything. And normally you would let him. Normally you would let him spin you around, bend you over, and fuck you stupid right here against the kitchen counter, and you would come apart on his cock and thank him for it afterwards.
But thanks to his little pathetic display you're feeling something else. Something sharper. Seungcheol spent an hour squirming in his chair thinking about using you? Fine. But you spent that same hour catching glimpses of him in his stupid soft flannel shirt, his hair messy, his brows furrowed, his plush lips wrapped around his water bottle, and you've been simmering with your own kind of want. And maybe it's the oncoming ovulation hormones, or maybe it's the way he whimpered when he first wrapped his arms around you and mewled just now, but something in you decides that today, you're not going to be the one who gets reduced to a mindless, begging mess.
Today, that's going to be him.
His fingers have slipped under the waistband of your panties now, tracing through your slick folds with a slow, exploratory pressure that makes your breath hitch. He's about to push insideâyou can feel the tension in his wrist, the way his breathing has gone ragged against your neckâwhen you reach around with your free hand and squeeze his cock through his sweatpants.
Hard.
Seungcheol makes a sound you've never heard before. A choked, strangled yelp that's half surprise and half something else entirely. His whole body jerks against you, his hips bucking into your grip, and his fingers freeze where they are.
"Whatâ" he starts, but you squeeze again, and the word dissolves into a whimper.
"Here's what's going to happen, baby," you say, and your voice comes out breathless but somewhat steady. "You're going to take your hand out of my panties. You're going to get on your knees. And you're going to do exactly what I tell you. Got it, hmm?"
Seungcheol doesn't answer immediately. His chest is heaving against your back, his cock throbbing in your grip, and you can feel the war happening inside himâthe instinct to take over, to reclaim control, wrestling with the part of him that loves this, the part that goes soft and eager and desperate when you turn the tables.
"Got it?" you repeat, and you twist your wrist just enough to make him gasp.
"Yeah," he breathes, voice going a little higher than usual. "Yeah, okay. Got it."
"Good boy."
The words hit him like a physical blow. You feel the full-body shudder that runs through him, the way his cock kicks against your palm, the way his breathing goes even more ragged and uneven. He pulls his hand out of your panties slowly, reluctantly, and you release your grip on him just long enough for him to step back.
"Strip," you say as soon as you turn around to see him.
He does. He pulls his t-shirt over his head first, revealing the broad expanse of his chest, the thick shoulders and defined pecs, the trail of dark hair that runs down his stomach and disappears into the waistband of his sweats. Then his pants go, pushed down over his hips, and his boxers with them, until he's standing naked in the middle of the kitchen with his cock jutting up toward his belly, flushed dark at the tip and already leaking.
You take a moment to look at Seungcheol. It never gets oldâthe sheer size of him, the thickness, the way his cock curves just slightly, so pretty. The way it twitches under your gaze like it's begging for attentionâand you bet it is. The way his balls hang heavy and full, a reminder that he hasn't come since yesterday morning, which in his case means he's already backed up and desperate and so, so easy to break.
"You're so pretty," you murmur, and you mean it. "Look at you. Standing there dripping for me. Such a desperate pathetic mess already and I haven't even touched you."
His cock gives you an eager reaction, twitching and bobbing up and down at your words, and you smile at how it throbs, almost like it's whining and jumping for you to touch it. Seungcheol's ears go red. That very deep, mortified flush that you've been watching since the very first night, except now it makes your chest ache with something tender and possessive instead of irritated. "Babyâ"
"On your knees," you order softly, lips stretched in the sweetest of smiles.
He drops so fast you hear his knees hit the tile. You wince, breaking character just for a moment, worried, but Seungcheol doesn't seem to care at all, he is looking up at you with those big brown eyes, pupils blown wide, lips parted, and he is so fucking wreckable in this very moment that it makes your pussy clench and you don't even notice as you slip back into the little play the two of you are orchestrating.
"Please," he whispers, and he doesn't even know what he's asking for. He just knows he needs something, anything, as long as it is from you.
"Please what?" you hum, watching his eyes turn even shinier than before. He's so pretty like this it is unfair. Not for the first time he's giving you aggression urges.
"Please let me taste you. Need to put my mouth on you. I've been thinking about it all morningâthinking about how you taste, how soft and warm you feel on my tongueâplease, baby? I need itâ"
"Shh." You step forward, close enough that he can smell you againâhis nostrils visibly flare when he silently inhales youâand you can feel his exhale ghost against your thighs. "I know. I know you've been a desperate little puppy all morning, couldn't even pay attention to your stupid meeting because you were too busy thinking about my pussy. Isn't that right?"
He nods, frantic, his hands twitching at his sides like he's physically restraining himself from grabbing you. You wouldn't mind if he did, to be fair. "Yes. Yes, that's right. Couldn'tâcouldn't think about anything else. Just you. Just your sweet pussy. Just how bad I wanted to be inside it." He whimpers and squirms on his knees, and his cock twitches again at the image growing vivid in his head.
"And instead you're on your knees." You reach down, thread your fingers through his hair, and tugânot hard enough to hurt, only to tilt his head back and make him look at you. "Because you're not in charge right now. I am. And I decide when you get to touch me. I decide when you get to cum. Understood?"
"Understood." His voice is wrecked already, and you haven't even started.
"Good." You release his hair and hop up onto the edge of the counter, spreading your legs. "Now be a good boy and get to work."
You pat your thigh and Seungcheol doesn't need to be told twice. His hands find your thighs, tugging your underwear off with urgent impatience before spreading you wider to make room, and then his mouth is on you and the world dissolves into sensation for both of you.
Seungcheol eats pussy like he's been starving for years and you're the first meal he's been served. His tongue is broad and wet and relentless, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit with a pressure that makes your hips immediately buck against his face. He genuinely moans when he tastes you, like the flavour of your arousal is the best thing he's ever experiencedâand the vibration against your clit sends a shockwave up your spine, makes your soles tingle and toes curl.
"Fuck," you breathe, one hand bracing against the counter, the other fisting in his hair. "That's it. That'sâright thereâ"
He stays there. His tongue circles your clit in slow, deliberate strokes, and then his lips close around it and he sucks, and your vision whites out for a second, an involuntary squeal leaving your mouth.
"Oh my godâ" you pant, voice getting strained and high-pitched with pleasure.
He hums against you, pleased, and the vibration makes you jolt again. His hands are gripping your thighs hard enough to leave marks, holding you open for him, and his tongue keeps working you in a rhythm that's devastatingly precise. He knows exactly what you like. Of course he does. He's spent months learning your body like a language, and now he's fluent.
But you're not going to let him make you come just yet. You tug on his hair, pulling him back, and he looks up at you with his face slick and shining, his lips swollen and wet, his eyes hazy and half-lidded with want.
"Why'd you stop me?" he whines. "I wasn't done. You taste so good, baby, please let me finishâ"
"Because I want to sit on your face."
His eyes go wide. Then darken. His cock, which has been bobbing neglected against his stomach, twitches and throbs visibly, a fresh bead of precum welling at the tip.
"Fuck," he whispers. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. I want that. Please."
"Get on the floor then."
He lies down on the kitchen tiles without a shred of dignity, his cock standing up like a flagpole, his chest heaving. You slide off the counter and stand over him for a moment, looking down at the picture he makesâthis big, muscular man, sprawled on the cold floor, looking up at you like you're the sun and the moon and every star in the sky, his cock leaking all over his own stomach.
"You're so pathetic," you tell him, and you mean it as the highest compliment.
"I know," he breathes. "I'm your pathetic little puppy. Now pleaseâplease sit on my face. I need your cunt on my tongue. Need you to smother me with your sweet pussy, baby."
Gosh, you both are so fucking nasty for each other, you chuckle and lower yourself down, kneeling carefully over his head. The first contact of his tongue against your pussy makes you both groanâhim from the taste, you from the sensation of his mouth working you open while you settle your full weight onto him. Your thighs bracket his head, and his hands come up to grip your ass, guiding you, pulling you down harder, to sit your entire weight on him.
You let Seungcheol work for a while. Let his tongue fuck into you, let his lips close around your clit, let him moan and whimper against your flesh while you rock your hips in slow, lazy circles. But you have other plans for him, so you twist just enough to reach back, your hand finding his cock where it's standing rigid and neglected.
The sound he makes when you wrap your fingers around him is muffled by your pussy, and you feel the desperate, broken groan that vibrates through your entire body. You stroke him slowly, from base to tip, your thumb swiping over the slick, swollen head to collect the precum that's been pooling there just to massage his frenulum and make the man twitch and jerk his hips uncontrollably, losing all pace of his oral ministrations.
"Look at you," you murmur, looking down at him. "So hard for me. So wet. You're dripping all over yourself. Such a pretty mess, hmm."
He can't answer. His mouth is full of your cunt, his tongue buried inside you, and all he can do is whine and buck his hips into your grip, either encouraging or just sensitive.
"Is this what you wanted? When you were sitting in your meeting with your cock all hard and aching? You wanted to be on your back on the kitchen floor, being used like a toy?"
Seungcheol nods frantically, his nose bumping against your clit, and the sensation makes you gasp.
"That's what I thought. You're nothing but a dumb mutt when I get my hands on you. What a sight, huh? A big, strong man reduced to a whimpering mess on the floor. Your friends have no idea, do they? Do they think you're this alpha male now? That you're the cool guy of the group after you bagged me, hmm?â You apply more weight onto his face and Seungcheol groans against you, soft tongue licking deeper into your heat, coaxing a moan out of you. "Should we let them know that you actually love getting on your knees for me? Love being a good puppy for me?"
You twist your wrist on the upstroke, and his hips stutter, his cock pulsing in your grip. He's close. You can feel it in the way his thighs are tensing, the way his breathing has gone ragged and uneven, and the way his tongue has lost its rhythm against your pussy because he can't concentrate on anything except the pleasure you're wringing out of him.
"Are you going to come?" You ask sweetly. "Are you going to spill all over yourself and make a mess like a good little slut?"
He tries to nod again, but you're already pulling your hand away.
"Too bad," you say, and his desperate, wounded keen is the most beautiful sound you've ever heard. "You don't get to cum until I say so. And I haven't said so."
"Please," he gasps, his mouth finally free of your pussy because you've lifted your hips just enough to look down at him. His face is a messâlips swollen, cheeks flushed, chin slick with your arousal. "Please, baby, I need to cum. I've been thinking about it all day. I can'tâ"
"Oh, but you can." You climb off him, and he whines at the loss of contact, his hands reaching for you instinctively. "Get up. Bend me over the counter."
Seungcheol scrambles to his feet so fast he nearly slips and you snicker, telling him to be careful. His cock is an angry red, throbbing visibly, a steady stream of precum dripping from the tip on every twitch. He looks ruined already, and you haven't even let him inside you yet.
You turn around and brace yourself against the counter, arching your back, presenting yourself to him. You're soakedâyour thighs are glistening, your pussy is swollen and dripping with a mix of your juices and his spit, and you know exactly what he's seeing right now.
"Now you can fuck me," you tell him. "Slow. Exactly the way I want it. And you're not going to come. Do you understand?"
"Yes," he breathes, steps closer behind you. "Yes, I understand. I'll be good. I'll be so good for you."
He lines himself up. You feel the blunt, thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance, and even though you're wet and open and ready, the stretch is still overwhelming. Seungcheol pushes in slowly, inch by inch, spreading your walls, filing the empty space that begged to be filled, and you both groan in unison as he fills you.
"Fuck," he whispers. "Fuck, baby, you're so tight. You're always so tight. How are you still so tight?"
"Shut up and move."
He pulls out almost all the way, making you feel the way his veined shaft drags against your sensitive walls, and then pushes back in. Seungcheol fucks you exactly the way you told him toâslow, deep, each thrust deliberate and measured. His hands are gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, and you can hear the effort it's taking him to hold back, the way his breathing is coming in ragged gasps, the way he's trembling against you.
"You feel so good," he babbles again. "You feel so fucking good, baby, I can'tâI don't know how much longer I canâ"
"You can last as long as I tell you to last." But your voice is shaking now too. The angle is perfect, his cock hitting that spot inside you with every slow, grinding thrust, and you're getting close yourself. "Don't you dare cum without permission. Don't you fucking dare."
"I won't. I won't, I promise, justâplease, can I go faster? Please?"
"No. Keep it slow. I want to feel every inch of you."
He whimpers, but he does what he's told. His thrusts stay slow and deep, his cock dragging against your walls, and you can feel the orgasm building in your core, coiling tighter and tighterâ
Your phone rings.
Your intuition immediately screams at you that it must be someone from work.
"Fuck," you hiss in half frustration, half panic. "Fuck, Cheol, stop, I haveâhave to take thisâ"
You try to pull away, but his grip on your hips tightens. "No," he whines. "No, baby, please, I'm so close, don't stop meâ"
Somewhere in the back of your mind you feel bad for the man, he sounds so ruined.
"I'm not asking." You pull yourself off his cock with a wet, obscene sound, and Seungcheol makes a noise like you've stabbed him. His cock bobs in the air, angry and neglected, throbbing and jumping with denied orgasm. A thick strand of your combined fluids connects him to your pussy for a brief moment before it snaps. He whines out a sob.
"You ruined it," Seungcheol breathes, and he sounds genuinely devastated. "You ruined my orgasm. Baby, why? I was right thereâ"
"Stay here," you order, already grabbing your phone from the kitchen table where it was resting forgotten all this time. "Don't move."
You answer the call as you walk toward your room, your voice switching to a semblance of something professional and pleasant even though your thighs are still wet and your pussy is still aching and empty. "Hey, yeah, sorry, just give me one secondâ"
You don't get your one second. Because Seungcheol, your sweet, pathetic, desperate boyfriend, has followed you despite what you told him to do.
You feel him before you see himâhis body pressing up behind you, his hands gripping your hips, his cock sliding between your thighs, still slick with your arousal. You're standing in front of your desk, phone pressed to your ear, and he's already bending you forward, already lining himself up.
"No," you mouth silently, turning your head to glare at him. "Don't you dare."
Seungcheol meets your eyes. His are dark and wild and desperate, and there's something almost feral in his expression. He doesn't stop. He pushes inside you in one smooth, harsh thrust that jolts your entire body, and the sensation of intrusion is so sudden and overwhelming that you have to bite down on your own hand to keep from crying out. This leaves you with no support, which means you pretty much topple over, suddenly pressed into your desk with Seungcheol's hand that was applying pressure between your shoulder blades.Â
"âand so I was wondering if you could take a look at this document before the meeting this afternoon," your team lead is saying in your ear, her voice cheerful and oblivious. "I know it's last minute, but I think there might be an error on page five."
"Of course," you manage, and your voice comes out surprisingly steady considering the fact that your boyfriend is currently buried balls-deep inside you, his hips already starting to move. "I canâI can do that. No problem."
Seungcheol fucks into you with slow, deliberate strokes, and you can feel him throbbing inside you, can feel how close he still is from before, how desperate. One of his hands slides up and down your back, pressing you down onto the desk before you can even think of lifting your upper body into an upright position, and the other grips your hip hard enough to anchor you in place.
"Great, thanks," your team lead says. "Also, I wanted to ask about the client presentation next week. Have you had a chance toâ"
He chooses that moment to thrust particularly deep, his cock hitting your cervix, and a tiny, strangled sound escapes your throat before you can stop it.
"You okay?" your team lead asks.
"Yes," you say, and your voice is definitely too high. "Yes, sorry, I justâstubbed my toe. On the desk. It's fine."
Seungcheol leans down, his chest pressing against your back, his lips brushing your free ear. "Little liar," he whispers, so quiet only you can hear. "What will your boss do if she finds out you're getting fucked during your working hours?â He can't help a chuckle that escapes him when he comes up with his next question. "Hmm, does it make you a slut for fucking me and getting paid while doing so? TechnicallyâŚ" he trails off and your pussy clenches traitorously as soon as your brain registers what he just said.
You want to kill him. You want to kill him and then marry him and then kill him again.
"âand if you could send me the updated slides by end of day, that would be perfect," your team lead is saying.
"End of day," you repeat, barely processing the words. Seungcheol has picked up his pace, just slightly, and the sound of his cock sliding into your wet, messy pussy is so loud in the quiet room that you're sure your team lead can hear it if the line stays silent for a moment too long. "Yes. Slides. I'llâI'll send them."
"Are you sure you're okay? You sound a little off."
"I'm fine. I'm great. Justâwriting it down."
Seungcheol muffles a laugh against your shoulder. His hand leaves your hip and snakes around to your front, finding your clit with devastating accuracy. Your whole body jolts.
"That's the spot, isn't it?" he breathes in your ear. "That's the spot that makes you stupid. You're going to come on my cock while you're on the phone, aren't you? You're going to soak me and she's going to hear it."
You shake your head frantically, but you can't speak. Your team lead is still talking, something about deadlines and team meetings, and you're nodding along and making vague sounds of agreement while your boyfriend rubs circles on your clit and fucks into you with deep, punishing strokes. You're trying so hard not to start panting or moaning, and your brainpower continues to slip from your grasp.
"I'm going to fill you up," he whispers. "I'm going to pump you so full of cum it'll be dripping out of you for the rest of the day. And you're going to sit in your meetings and feel it leaking into your panties, and you're going to think about me. About this. About how I ruined you while you were trying to be professional."
"Okay," you say into the phone, and you have no idea what you're agreeing to. "Okay, sounds good. I have toâI have to go now, I'll send those slides."
"No rush," your team lead says. "Talk later!"
You hang up with confused fingers, missing the red button on the screen a couple of taps before you finally manage to end the call. The phone clatters onto the desk.
And then you let yourself fall apart.
"Cheolâ" It comes out as a loud sob, half fury and half desperate, overwhelming need. "Youâyou fuckingâI can't believe youâ"
"You loved it." He's not even trying to hide the smugness in his voice, but it's undercut by the way his hips are stuttering, the way his rhythm is falling apart. "You loved every second of it. I could feel you getting wetter and clenching around me when she asked if you were okay."
"I'm going to kill youâafterâafter I comeâ"
"Yeah?" He presses harder on your clit, circles it with the perfect pressure that he knows you enjoy, and the orgasm that's been building since the kitchen finally, finally explodes. "Then come for me. Now, baby. Let me feel it."
You shatter with a mewl. It rips through you like a thunderclap, your whole body seizing up, your pussy clamping down on his cock in rhythmic, pulsing waves. You screamâyou can't help it, the sound tears out of you raw and unguarded after long minutes of trying to suppress it allâand Seungcheol groans and buries himself to the hilt, spilling inside you in hot, copious pulses.
He keeps thrusting through it, fucking his cum deeper into you, and you can feel it flooding you, filling you, leaking out around his cock in a white obscene ring and dripping down your thighs. He doesn't stop until he's completely spent, and then he collapses over you, his weight pressing you into the desk, his breath hot and ragged against the back of your neck.
For a long moment the room is silent. The only sounds are your mingled breathing and the faint, distant hum of the fridge in the kitchen.
Then: "You're a menace," you whisper, swallowing thickly and heaving a sigh.
He laughs, breathless and giddy and a little bit wrecked. "Yeah. But you're the same. And you love me."
You don't argue. You can't. Not when his cock is still inside you, still half-hard, still plugging you full of his cum. Not when you can already feel it starting to drip out despite his best efforts. Not when your legs are shaking so badly you're not sure you can stand if you try.
"Next time," you manage, "I'm locking you to a piece of furniture before I take a work call."
"Hmm, I think next time," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade, "you'll let me do it again. Because you're just as depraved as I am."
You hate that he's right. You hate it even more that you don't hate it at all.
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Pairing ⨠Professor Seungcheol x Female OC
Synopsis ⨠You've proved your point. And now it's time for Seungcheol to prove his. He's adamant he's not down to be pegged. He won't enjoy it and it'll be a waste of time. But will he have to eat his words?
Genre ⨠Established relationship, professor x student, smut, fluff, a little smidge of angst
Smut warnings ⨠they are the biggest pair of idiots (I'm not even exaggerating), nervous Seungcheol, nervous OC, ass play, anal fingering, pegging, hand job, it's all very soft to start (even though everything in her head is the opposite), possessive OC, she a filthy mouth, very whiney Seungcheol, begging, OC is obsessed with seeing him begging for her strap, lots of aftercare, someone has to admit they were wrong about pegging âđť
Plot warnings ⨠mentions of toxic masculinity, threats of violence from OC (people need to leave her hot professor alone), jealously (again, people need to leave her hot professor alone), very horny OC, Seungcheol is a big baby, lots of chat about sex toys, Seungcheol purposefully tries to piss her off and it just makes the result all the sweeter
Word count ⨠11.3k
a/n ⨠I think this is the last scoups fic I've got planned for a while, I feel like I've been writing a lot for him recently. The next upload will be either vampire Jun or one of my Wonwoo wips.
This can be read as a stand alone but it is a follow on from this
âPlease.â You pout, with possibly the biggest pout youâve ever done in your life.
âNo.â
He is such an ignorant ass hole, sitting in his compression shirt, biceps bulging, all sweaty from the gym and he expects you to not want to just randomly start jumping him?!
âWhy does me coming home from the gym automatically make you think of that again? Iâm not fucking doing it!â
âBecause youâre all exhausted from the gym. Youâre like vulnerable prey.â You eye him hungrily.
He looks genuinely a little worried for your sanity now, his eyes wide and swallowing the sip of water heâd just taken. That act just making you even more desperate.
âI think you need help.â
âI need to peg you.â
âYou donât need to peg anyone. You need to do the homework I set. Iâm sure others have already done it.â
You bristle at that, exactly how he knew you would. Because you know exactly who heâs talking about.
âIâve done it. Very well in fact. Now stop trying to distract me. Just let me try it once! Itâs always been a dream.â A lie, or it was until you met Seungcheol, but he doesn't need to know that.
âWhat, when you were a little girl, you were dreaming of pegging your professors? That explains so much.â
His smile only widens when you whack him with a sofa cushion, youâre getting your way one way or another and if violence is the answer, then so be it.
âI donât understand why youâre so against it!â
âBecause itâs not natural!â
âA manâs g-spot wouldnât be in his ass if it werenât meant to happen. Iâll be gentle!â
âA manâs g-spot is not in his ass,â he scoffs, âyouâre doing this to make me suffer because of the whole blow job under the desk thing. I already said you proved your point. I have nothing to prove here.â
âAll youâre proving is that youâre an old wuss. Let me claim you as mine!â You whine.
And if you were paying attention to him (rather than throwing a fit) youâd see that something flickers in his eyes when you say you want to claim him as yours.
He thought all this was about you wanting to prove a point and make him do something out of his comfort zone. But now youâve said that, maybe it is something more. And he does like it when you're all territorial over him.
To be honest heâs not convinced but if it makes you happy, he supposes he could give it a try. Just the once. Just to make you happy. He knows he wonât enjoy it. Definitely not.
âIâll think about it.â
You freeze mid tantrum, eyes on stalks as you turn to your boyfriend. Surely you heard him wrong, heâs just trying to appease you then youâll shut up about it.
âSeriously?!â
âI know I wonât enjoy it,â he shrugs, âbut Iâll think about it. Thatâs all I can offer.â
âI LOVE YOU!â You throw yourself at him, his back hitting the sofa and you on top of him.
âYeah?â he smirks, âProve it.â
And you do. You prove it to him for most of the afternoon.
âWe donât normally get deliveries this early.â Seungcheol frowns as he takes a sip of coffee, watching on fondly as you more or less skip to the kitchen table.
âI paid extra for delivery before 8am then I knew weâd be in, I didnât want to miss this delivery.â
You rush round the kitchen, more eager to open this parcel than you ever have been to open anything. You grab the scissors, put your breakfast things in the sink and throw your ass in the chair so quickly you nearly throw yourself off the other side of it.
âWhat is it?â He hums, still grading a couple of papers but wanting to know whatâs got you so excited.
âYouâll see.â You smirk.
This makes Seungcheol put his pen down, watching you intently and starting to feel a little on edge, though heâs no idea why.
It turns out taking a sip of his coffee as you finally get into the parcel was a mistake because the second he sees you taking out what youâve bought, his coffee goes straight up his nose and lands all over his shirt and the final paper he was marking. Heâs coughing and spluttering away whilst you happily take out everything from the box, just how much have your ordered and what the hell were you planning?!
âW-what the f-fuck,â he coughs, thumping his chest to clear it, âwe eat off this table!â
You narrow your eyes at him, a tube of lube in your hand.
âYou literally bent me over this very table four days ago and bruised my ass for being a brat.â
âYou told me to keep slapping your ass!!â he defends himself.
âI didnât say I didnât enjoy it.â You turn your attention back to your haul.
âI only said Iâd think about it, what the fuck is all this stuff?â
âWell,â you glance between the three different straps youâve bought and the leather harness, âI didnât know what size to get, and I didnât know when youâd say yes or no and if itâs a yes, I didnât want to be unprepared.â
Seungcheol stares at the array of sex toys in front of him, youâve even bought two different types of lube and now he feels a little bad. Because he wasnât actually going to agree to it. Yes, he had a moment of weakness where he thought maybe he might, but in the two weeks since, heâd decided he wasnât going to. He was certain it wasnât for him. But him saying heâd think about it had made you shut the fuck up about it for the first time in about two months and so he hadnât told you his decision.
And now youâre sitting excitedly telling him about everything youâve bought and he feels like a complete dickhead.
âSo. I got three sizes because I didnât know what to get, Iâve never even thought about this until I met you,â another crack to Seungcheolâs heart, âAnd I got the clear, glittery ones because I thought they looked pretty and I thought if I got ones that looked more real, it might freak us out more. And then,â you reach for the leather harness, âI got the natural leather because itâs sort of skin tone coloured? I didnât want anything that would stand out too much, I just want it to look normal, you know?â Your eyes are bright as you glance at him. âWhat?â
You lower the harness you had in your hand, the look on your boyfriendâs face making any excitement you had, evaporate.
âI didnât say yes, baby.â He says quietly, eyeing everything youâve spread across the table.
âBut you said youâd think about it.â You frown, you definitely heard him say heâd think about it.
âThatâs not yes _____.â
Your heart drops, you feel like a fucking idiot. Of course he was never going to say yes, this is Seungcheol youâre talking about, the big macho Professor Choi. Of course he was never going to let you do this. What hurts is that whenever heâs suggested doing something new, or out of your comfort zone, youâve trusted and loved him enough to do it. But he couldnât just be honest, he had to lie and just shrug you off with an excuse like you would with a five year old. Â
âYou couldâve just said you didnât trust me to do it.â You throw everything back in the box and stand up, âYou didnât have to be such a fucking asshole about it and treat me like a child!â
â_____ wait! Please!â
But you donât, you grab your shoes and bag and slam the apartment door shut behind you, your array of strap ons under your arm. Youâll put them in the car and try to remember to return them. You always take the bus and Seungcheol uses your shared car because nobody can know youâre together at university. He never goes in the trunk, so he wonât see them. Youâve wasted enough time researching what materials, sizes, even which lube to use to make everything as enjoyable as possible for him. Youâll be damned if you waste money on that ass hole too. Literally.
You would have to have an argument about pegging on a day where youâre in Seungcheolâs class. It couldnât happen on one of the three days where you donât. No. Because the universe and Seungcheol both hate you.
Yes, you know he doesnât actually hate you, youâre just more embarrassed than anything. You feel like a complete and utter idiot for happily ordering all that stuff when he had no intention of doing it. And youâve been physically cringing all through your morning classes when you remember how you unpacked it all excitedly in front of him, the look of disgust on his face even appearing in your text books because of how often you were playing it back. Â
On normal days you might try and get to class a little early, which isnât always easy because Jihoo was still on her mission to bag the hot professor and so would get to class as early as she could.
And it turns out that today is no different, several members of your class are already sitting at their desks when the lecture hall door closes behind you and you feel like screaming when you glance at Seungcheolâs desk and she is already fawning over him.
Sheâs even pulled up a chair, probably to discuss the dowry her sainted mother could provide if he decided to fulfil her dreams and marry her.
He peers round her somewhat frantically, like heâs been watching every person coming through the door and waiting for you to arrive. But you ignore the almost hopeful look on his face, cock your brow at the back of Jihooâs head and head to the desk at the back. You donât normally sit here, these seats are usually empty owing to the boy in your class who has yet to discover deodorant, but youâd take sitting behind him over being any nearer to Seungcheol than you have to be.
You know he keeps glancing at you, but you take out your laptop, notebook and pen and stare into space until he decides to start his lesson. Perhaps if he spent less time humouring Jihoo, he might be able to start this lesson on time. No doubt heâd let her peg him.
âMiss _____, could I have word outside please?â
Your head whips to him, the whole class staring at you open mouthed and Jihoo looking like sheâs just been punched in the gut. He hardly ever talks to you during classes, heâs always worried one of you will give something away and so you keep each other at armâs length.
You were hell bent on ignoring him for this whole lesson and everything in you just wants to tell your boyfriend to fuck off. But your brain reminds you that you canât really tell your professor to fuck off, no matter how much you want to.
But you are still pissed off with him so you slam your pen down on the desk and scrape your chair back quickly, making the poor sweaty boy in front of you jump, and march out of the room. Not sparing your classmates or your professor a single glance.
âIâve put a few examples on the board of investigative journalists who have been nominated for their work in war zones, if you could all go through them and after Iâve had a quick chat with _____, tell me what makes them such good examples.â He nods to them and rushes out after you.
âWhat is it professor?â You donât even look at him, just lean against the wall outside his lecture hall with your arms folded.
âWhy are you sitting at the back?âÂ
âYouâve embarrassed me for a second time today, just to ask me that?â
Why does he look so confused?! He canât have forgotten how he looked when you were joyfully showing him the straps and he canât not see that being singled out by your professor, is embarrassing.
âHow have I embarrassed you?!â
It wonât matter about pegging. Not when youâve killed him for being fucking annoying.
âYou were always going to say no!â you whisper shout at him, there may be nobody around but you donât really want people hearing you arguing about pegging the professor, âAnd I sat there so excited! Itâs fucking embarrassing Cheol! I feel so fucking stupid. I genuinely thought youâd trust me enough to at least try it. I got ahead of myself and now Iâm mortified. You just think Iâm a child you need to throw a bone to and sheâll stop pestering you!â
âIt isnât that I donât trust you!â
âOh donât bullshit me. What else would it be about. I let you do it to me! I let you do everything you want because I trust you! And I know youâll have only suggested it because youâre thinking about me! I havenât just randomly mentioned this you know, I have researched it, it isnât me that gets the pleasure from it!â
âWhy is this so important to you?!â
âBecause itâs the one thing you havenât done! Itâs the one way I can experience something with you for the first time! Youâve already lived your life, youâve done everything! Iâve had so many firsts with you! Sure I wasnât a virgin, but you still had so many of my firsts! Fuck I hadnât even been abroad until I met you! I just wanted us to do something together, that yes, I want to do to you more than anything, that youâve never done! And yeah. If Iâm being honest, I really like the idea of for once being the one in control!â
âYou donât like me being in control?â
âThatâs not what I said! I love it! I love it so much and I love it because I trust you! It doesnât matter, just forget I ever mentioned it,â you try to walk past him back into class, but he stops you, âmove. Weâre fine. Letâs just forget this morning ever happened and be done with it.â
âWhy didnât you say this is why you wanted to do it?â
âI could say youâll become a billionaire if we do it and youâd still say no.â
Heâs standing so close to you that you can smell his cologne, if someone comes out of your class, youâre fucked.
âWhy are there so many sex toys in the car?â
Shit. You didnât think heâd go in the trunk. He probably had a little heart attack when he saw them.
âBecause I wasted enough of my time trying to make it nice for you. Iâm not losing money too. Iâll take them to the post office at the weekend.â
âIâve put them back in the apartment.â
âOh what, youâre too disgusted to even drive round with them in the car?â
âNo. I saw how much thought and effort you put into it and I felt like shit. Sure, Iâm not overly comfortable with it yet but I could be. I think.â He sighs, his fingers twitching like he needs to hold you to soothe him, âI think itâs that whole thing of being told itâs not for straight men....â
âThatâs bullshit.â
âI know it is! But itâs that whole toxic masculinity thing I guess, itâs hammered into people and itâs the connotations of it I suppose. Even if I donât think anything like that, itâs like itâs subliminally engrained that it makes you less of a man.â
âYouâre not toxic,â you frown, âif anything youâre the biggest baby girl Iâve ever met! Your skincare routine is twice the size of mine and Iâve seen you ogling Wooziâs sweaty chest when youâve both come back from the gym.â
âIâll ignore that, only because I know Iâve upset you. But I guess itâs just getting round the idea of it being an everyday thing. But it isnât because I donât trust you and it isnât that I think youâre a child. Just give me a little bit of time. I promise.â
âYouâre not just saying this so weâre good again and then youâll say no?â
âIâve already put them back in the apartment. I wouldnât say it or do it just to appease you. You know that.â
âYou are very stubborn.â You roll your eyes though canât fight the smirk on your face.
âYouâre lucky I canât touch you right now.â He edges a little closer regardless.
âWhat did she want?â
âShe got a C. Sheâs spiralling. NO!â he points his finger at you, already knowing where your mind is going.
âWhat?! I was just wondering what Iâve got!â
âNo you werenât, you looked like I just told you weâd won the lottery,â he snickers, âand youâd know if youâd collected your assignment off me. Instead of stomping off to the back desk.â
âWhat did I get?â You ignore his little dig.
âBâ
You spent hours on that assignment!
âA b?!â
âYou missed your quotes for the final part.â
âThatâs because you were being sulky about your pizza order being wrong!â you poke him.
âOh. Maybe I should change the grade? That is sort of my fault.â
âJust leave it,â you sigh, wanting to hug him but knowing you canât, âweâd better get back in there.â
âJust one more thing.â
You hope heâs going to risk a kiss but instead you get another earful.
âIâm 35!! You saying âIâve lived my lifeâ makes it sound like Iâm off to the retirement home! Stop making out like Iâm like 40 years older than you!â
âOh whatever Grandad.â You rush past him, giggling when he realises what youâve said.
A sharp slap lands on your ass, you both freezing from how loud it was.
âNot my fault,â he holds his hands up and rushes for the class room door, âyour ass shouldnât be so loud!â
âYeah, well your ass had better be ready.â You smirk when he falters going through the door and head back to your seat, sending Jihoo a broad smile as you go.
Three weeks have passed since the arrival of all your sex toys. Itâs been two days since Seungcheol told you that he was ready to do it. And so you find yourself walking towards his lecture hall, his being the last lesson of your busy Friday, with a weird mixture of nerves and excitement swimming round your mind.
The idea of doing it is one thing. Actually doing it is another. You did wonder about skipping his class and going home to meditate or something to calm yourself down. Because now youâre worrying about the tiniest of things and wondering whether itâs even worth it.
What if the strap looks funny? Sure you donât find your boyfriendâs dick particularly funny but youâve never seen yourself with something down there. What if you instinctively start laughing and it starts wobbling around and then Seungcheol can never look at you the same way again? Is it worth ruining a relationship just because you insisted on claiming your boyfriendâs ass as your own?
What if you just canât do it. Yes, youâve ridden him hundreds of times but youâve seen the state of Seungcheol after heâs fucked you into the mattress. And he goes to the gym five times a week. Your exercise consists of walking to the convenience store to buy snacks. If heâs a sweaty, puffing mess, what the hell is going to happen to you. You donât need an ambulance turning up because youâve passed out from exhaustion with your strap still on. Heâd never let you live it down. Heâd probably take a photo and put it on the fridge.
Youâre so lost in thought that you donât realise youâve made it to his classroom until youâre already through the door and confronted with the very thing youâve been worrying about.
Seungcheolâs ass.
What the fuck is he thinking?! And why is he bent over the desk like that?!
He left before you this morning, he had a faculty meeting before classes started. If you had seen him, you certainly wouldnât have let him leave the house like that. Heâs got his usual smart suit pants on, he always looks smart for work, but these ones are different. Itâs like heâs bought them a size too small because the way theyâre hugging his ass is sinful. It doesnât help that professor bubble butt currently has his sleeves rolled up and heâs leaning over the front of someoneâs desk, arms flexing and his ass swaying a little as he gestures to whoever heâs talking to.
Itâs like heâs presenting himself to you and knowing that when you get home, youâre (hopefully) going to have the balls (almost literally) to take that exact ass makes you lose all concept of where you are and what youâre doing.
Itâs only when someone comes in the room behind you and bumps into your back, that youâre drawn out of just staring at the professorâs ass.
And from the smug look on Seungcheolâs face as he glances at you and struts back to his desk, you know damn well that he planned that. That he planned to more or less be presenting himself in those sinful pants, just waiting for you to come through the door.
Your annoyance only grows when you see whoâs desk he was leaning over and who he was talking to.
Jihoo.
Who looks very smug that the hot professor has been uncharacteristically forward in going over to help her. He normally just ignores her or waits for her to go to him with her barrage of pointless questions.
If this is how he wants to play it. So be it. Heâll be the one crying later, not you.
âHi Soonyoung.â You smile to one of your classmates as you walk to your seat. Soonyoung just happening to be the class mate that Seungcheol seems to think has a crush on you.
âO-oh! Hi _____!â he beams up at you and you can feel Seungcheolâs eyes boring into the back of your head.
You just smile and walk to your seat knowing that one tiny interaction will have had the desired effect on Seungcheol.
He starts the class, his back turned to you all as he writes on the board. Youâve no idea what it is and neither do you care, all you can do is sit and watch his ass. Where the hell did he even get those pants?! And what the hell does he think heâs doing wearing them to work?!
You glance around the class, noting that at least ten of your classmates are also enjoying the view and a fire burns inside you. How dare they stare at his ass. How dare they not listen to the lesson that heâs spent hours preparing. Yes, youâre not listening but you can just ask him about it at home. They canât. How fucking selfish. And what perverts to just blatantly stare at his ass. Disgusting.
âToday weâre going to talk about nut grafs.â
Youâre not listening. Youâre sending daggers to Jihoo who was one the perverts looking at your boyfriendâs ass. Youâll pull that pretty little ponytail one day and then she wonât be so smug.
â_____, care to explain what they are?â
Shit.
âSorry ba..... Professor!â you curse yourself for almost slipping up, âwhat was the question?â
âNut grafs,â
âWhat?â
âExplain them to me.â He hums, perching himself on the edge of his desk and folding his arms, his chest looking scrumptious as he does so.
âEr.....well.....â you will your brain to work, ânutting I MEAN NUT GRAFS, er......well.â fuck all you can think about is his ass and nutting and fuck you need to snap out of this because everyone is watching you, âitâs a paragraph.â You nod.
âThatâs it?â
âWell. No..... Itâs a par....â he doesnât let you finish.
âJihoo! Please help _____ with nut grafs.â
You hate him. And you hate her. You know what a damn nut graf is and he knows you do.
âItâs a paragraph after the headline which summarises the story,â little miss perfect says cheerfully, âso you could say it gives you an overview of the story in a nutshell.â
Youâre going to end her.
âExactly, brilliant Jihoo!â he grins at her, mischievous eyes only sparkling more when he sees the look on your face.
â_____ perhaps you need to probe these things more.â
Oh youâll probe something. And heâs not going to know whatâs hit him when you do.
âAnd what about folds? Anyone?â
Has he just planned this whole lesson around dreadful innuendos?!
âThatâs probably about something being above the fold Professor.â
âYou should raise your hand!â You more or less bark.Â
Shit. You didnât mean to say that out loud. Fuck. He just keeps talking about probing and folds and nutting and then Jihoo is ogling your boyfriendâs perfect bubble butt and now youâve more or less told her to shut up in front of the whole class.
Seungcheol is desperately trying not to laugh as the rest of the class look a little taken aback by your outburst. Jihoo on the other hand looks like sheâs ready to cry her perfect crocodile tears that she rolls out whenever she doesnât get the perfect grade or she doesnât get her own way.
âI was only answering the question,â she pouts, most of the class rolling their eyes, even if they are shocked at you shouting at her, âit isnât my fault Iâm the professorâs favourite.â
The professorâs what now?! Sheâd better say goodbye to that laptop of hers because youâre about to smash right on her perfect head.
Seungcheol senses his mischief might be about to backfire on him and quickly steps in to stop whatever violence he presumes youâre planning.
âI donât have favourites here Jihoo, this isnât high school. Youâre masters students and _____ is right, you should raise your hand.â
You revel in her shocked face and make a mental note to ask who his favourite actually is sometime later. Because youâre fairly certain itâs not you. Itâs probably Chan, he brings him coffee every class and Seungcheol always says he places Chanâs assignments in the middle of his marking pile because he loves his writing so much. It cheers him up in between all the garbage. Itâs quite sickening really.
The rest of the lesson goes without a hitch, though you do find yourself following his ass around the room. Something you know he knows. And something that you know heâs actively encouraging because he normally just sits at his desk. Whereas today, he seems to be feeling the need to wander around the room. Particularly where his ass in those tight pants might be in your eye line.
Any nerves you mightâve had earlier in the day are gone by the time you get home from university. All youâve got ruining your thoughts is Jihoo and the others, occasionally side tracked by a stray image of your boyfriendâs ass in those damn pants of his. The way they were all staring at him, like he was a piece of meat just makes your blood boil. You might look at him like that, but heâs yours. And youâre determined to show him that.
You usually get home a little earlier than Seungcheol, he tries to do a bit of prep for the next day before he leaves and because its Friday, he tries to get all the marking he has to do out of the way, before the weekend. Youâd done something similar with any homework and research youâd had to do too. Youâd managed to get everything done in the library during your lunch break so that tonight, the only thing on your mind is him.
Once youâre showered, youâre confronted with actually figuring out how to go about this whole thing. Youâd chosen out some of his favourite lingerie though he wonât be able to see a lot of the panties, but itâs the thought that counts. Do you go braless? Or start with a bra and then take it off? You donât suppose it really matters although, in the brief conversation youâd had about it, you had presumed that youâd be taking him from behind.
But Seungcheol had different ideas, he said that if you were doing it, he wanted to see everything and he wanted to see all of you whilst it was happening. So, missionary it was. Sure, you wonât get the perfect view of his ass shaking as you do it, but the fact heâs letting you do this at all is an achievement, so youâre going to do this whichever way makes him the most comfortable.
Once youâve got your underwear and the harness on, you put one of his hoodies on over the top. You did toy with the idea of just waiting for him on the bed with the strap fully on, but you donât want to startle him. And so, you thought if youâre casual, it wonât be as out of the ordinary.
Just putting the strap on though had your body covered in goosebumps, this whole thing feeling real finally. Youâre not even sure why you crave doing it so much. Yes, you love the idea of being in control and you werenât lying when you said that a lot of it was about wanting to try something neither of you had done before, which is rare with Seungcheol.
But there was something more to it, you just wanted to know what it felt like to be inside him, even with a strap on. To have that power to bring him pleasure just like he does for you. It was almost primal your need to do this with him.
You just hope you donât chicken out, although Jihoo, and Seungcheolâs antics today, have made sure youâre hell bent on ruining him.
The door opens and closes and you start to wonder should you be doing something other than just sitting on the sofa? Youâve already put everything on your bed side table then itâs ready and so you havenât got much else to do. But you feel a little like youâre waiting to see a doctor or something.
âHey baby,â He rushes over to you, leaning over the back of the sofa to kiss your cheek, âI thought youâd be in the bedroom palming your dick or something.â
You wonât rise to his nonsense, heâs hell bent on being a shit and you wonât give him to satisfaction.
Instead, you just stand up and take his hoodie off, his eyes turning dark when he sees his favourite bra of yours hugging your tits just right.
âNot so cocky now, are you?â
He doesnât answer, heâs too busy narrowing his eyes at the harness.
âTurn around.â He says lowly.
You do, though youâve no idea why he wants you turn around.
âFuck. That harness makes your ass look insane.â
âReally?!â You try to look at your ass properly, âthey had a harness that looked like panties, but I liked this one because the actual straps were thin and the reviews said leather was the most comfortable.â
You jump when his hands are on your waist when you turn back round, you being too busy trying to see how good your ass looks.
âI love how much thought you put into this, and I canât promise Iâll love it, but Iâm pleased I get to try it with you.â he places a gentle kiss on your forehead.
Damn him for being sweet when youâre still trying to stay mad at him.
âThank you for saying yes, I know I wouldnât shut up about it. I justâŚ..I just want to make you feel good and know how you feel when Iâm inside you. I want you to feel as great as you make me feel.â
âFuck.â He stares at you, his mouth parted. âYou put it like that, and I think I sort of get it.â
You would accuse him of just humouring you. But you swear you feel his dick hardening against you and his hold on your waist just got that bit firmer.
âYou need toâŚ..you knowâŚâŚclean out.â You nod your head towards the bathroom.
âOh.â Itâs like youâve broken him out of a horny trance. âYeah, sure. Iâll be as quick as I can!â
He runs off to the bathroom, his tie coming off as heâs running and something starts to burn in your stomach at how his mood has changed towards this whole thing.
âHey.â Seungcheol awkwardly stands in the doorway of the bedroom with nothing but a towel around his hips.
In the years youâve known him, you donât think youâve ever seen him so nervous. Even when he met your parents, he wasnât as nervous as this. And he was convinced they were going to hate him so by the time you made it to the front door he was a nervous wreck.
âAre you not coming in?â
Your voice is soft, you just want him to enjoy this, to make sure heâs comfortable enough to let you make him feel good.
âY-yeah. Erm, should I get on the bed? Or? I donât know. Fuck my heart is pounding.â He chuckles, nervously scratching his shoulder.
âYou could get comfy and then we can figure out which size?â
âShould I take my towel off?âÂ
The way heâs being so meek and mild just makes you love him even more. You love that heâs so trusting of you that heâs happy to show you this vulnerable side of him. It isnât that he doesnât show you that generally, but in the bedroom, other than whining during a blow job, heâs completely in control. So for him to be like this now and brave enough to show you how nervous he is, means the world.
âKeep it on for now if you want,â you send him a reassuring smile, him just nodding a little and moving silently towards the bed.
He settles against the headboard, you sitting sort of between him and bedside table then you can grab everything you need. But you notice heâs already eyeing everything warily.
âCheol,â you take his hand, his eyes snapping to yours, âwe donât have to do this you know. We can forget it if you want and never mention it again.â
His eyes close slightly when you run your other hand through his hair, your lips touching his just for a second in a gentle kiss, just to make sure he knows you donât mean that with any malice.
âIâm really nervous. But I want to do this. Everything youâve said about it, saying you want to feel what I do, I get it now I think. I fucking love being the person that makes you feel good, even if youâre just using me to get off when you ride my dick like a mad woman,â he jokes to break the seriousness a bit, âI get it, I think. JustâŚ..go easy on me.â
âOf course, baby,â you kiss his plush lips again, this time a little firmer to show him you mean everything you say. âDo you want to see which one you want to use?â
âI mean sure but I think the smallest. Iâm not about to stick something huge up there.â
âI was nearly really mean to you and was going to find one the size of your monstrosity under your towel.â
For the first time since he came in the bedroom you get a genuine laugh, no sign of nervousness in it and that really settles your nerves, as well as his.
âI got three but the smaller one they only had with a slight curve, which I guess would be good because itâs meant to be like up and round.......â
âIâm sorry, have you done a full fucking anatomy class on menâs assholes or something?!â
âI wanted to make sure I got it right! Iâve been on some very strange subreddits to be honest.â
He looks like he wants to know a little more about what exactly youâve been researching but if heâs honest with himself, the nerves are starting to feel a little more like excitement.
âCurved sounds good. Youâre not just going to like, stick it in there are you?â
Does this man know nothing of the etiquette of pegging?! Perhaps you shouldâve sent him the links to all those subreddits.
âNo,â you run your fingers across his stomach, enjoying how he shivers underneath you, âIâm going to finger you until youâre stretched enough and then if youâre happy, then Iâll use this.â You hold up the clear glittery silicone dick.
âHm,â he hums in a daze as he watches you stand up to attach the strap to the harness.
âDo you want some help?â he chuckles when your shaky fingers canât seem to do it properly.
âNo I got it,â you stare down wide eyed once itâs attached, the temptation to sway your hips to waggle it about is pretty strong, but you resist. This is serious business after all.
You glance up at Seungcheol, his eyes equally as wide as yours and yet your eyes are drawn to something under his towel straight away. You donât point it out, youâve no intention of taking the piss out of him for being turned on, if anything youâre wanting to pounce on him and fuck him silly. But this about making him comfortable and so you dampen your hornier urges.
Youâve no idea what to say before you peg a man for the first time. Perhaps thereâs another Reddit page you shouldâve read but right now you suppose that actions probably speak louder than words.
You pick up one of the bottles of lube off the bedside table, Seungcheol watching you like a hawk, his blown out pupils following your movements intently. You kneel between his legs, him having spread them for you and place the lube next to you on the bed.
âAre you sure about this?â Your lips are grazing against his and you can already feel how ragged his breathing is.
âIâm sure, I want you,â
Fuck. You expected a lot of things out of tonight but one thing you didnât is how his eyes have changed. All you see is trust and a hunger for you to start, you know heâs being serious when he says he wants you. His rock hard length is a testament to it. Fuck you want to treat him so well but absolutely destroy him at the same time.
Your lips crash into his, you steal his breath away just like his last sentence stole yours and revel in how his soft lips send a thrill through you like it was your first kiss with him all over again. They move like itâs second nature, both of you just enjoying the familiar taste of each other as his hands hold your waist gently.
You know youâre meant to be doing something but fuck his lips feel so good against yours and when you start placing wet kisses down his neck, his moans only make you want to spend even more time savouring the taste of his freshly washed skin rather than moving any quicker.
But it turns out Seungcheol has other ideas.
âPlease baby,â he reaches down and undoes the towel around his waist, your eyes following his movements eagerly.
He throbbing, his tip leaking and red. Your breath hitches at how badly he needs you, that even before youâve started heâs already begging a little.
âFuck,â you shuffle backwards a little, though he holds your hand to make sure youâre not going far, âyouâre ready?â
âJust do something _____!â
âDonât be a brat! If I did that youâd spank my ass!â
âBecause you are a brat. Just,â he shuffles down the bed so heâs lying flat and throws a pillow at you, âmake me feel good.â
Youâre speechless. And he has the nerve to call you a brat. But you brush it off because his eagerness is making you drip.
âLift your ass,â you try not to chuckle at how eagerly he lifts his ass for you to put the pillow under him.
Right. Itâs time to brave. Donât show fear. Fuck why are you behaving like heâs some sort of rapid dog? Itâs just fingering. Youâve done it to yourself loads of times. Sure youâve never done it to your ass but how different can it be?
You shuffle between his legs, the sight of his ass propped up with the pillow making you salivate. God, does he have a great ass, he doesnât even realise how lucky he is to have such a backside.
He watches closely as you take the lube and put a decent sized blob of it on your index finger, smearing it a little bit with your other hand and then wiping it on the duvet.
âReady?â
âYeah,â he whispers, eyes not leaving your finger.
You hold his thigh, your thumb rubbing soothing circles and move your finger so it rests against his hole. He flinches slightly when the tip just grazes him, his dick leaking a little on his stomach. You realise youâre both holding your breath and so as you slowly breath out, your push the tip of your index finger so it just breaches his puckered hole, his body twitching a little at the oddity of it.
You watch him opened mouthed, itâs tight around your finger, warm and eager and it takes everything in you to not move a little quicker. You glance up at Seungcheol, he looks like heâs caught between confusion and pleasure but that confusion disappears when you move your finger a little further into his ass. Â
âDoes that feel good baby?â you ask softly as you start to move your finger in and out of his hole.
âEr....â he swallows, âyeah..â he nods, âquicker. Please.â
Fucking hell.
âYeah?â you start to move your index finger in and out of him quicker, his hole almost pulling you back in whenever he thinks youâre daring to leave him, âtell me when you want another baby.â
His hand comes back down to hold your free one. He wants you close to him, heâs aware you currently have a finger in his ass but he just needs to hold some part of you to know youâre there. Heâs never felt anything like it and itâs only one finger. Itâs weird, like it shouldnât feel good and yet he feels himself already needing more from you, itâs like having the hardest dick in the world but needing it to get even harder before he can start to feel the real pleasure of it.
âAnother. Please baby.â He mumbles, squeezing your hand.
This is better than anything you couldâve imagined, your perfect buff boyfriend begging you to add another finger into his ass. If you die tomorrow. At least youâll die happy.
âOf course baby,â you lean down to kiss his hip, âfuck you look so good taking my finger.â
He clenches round your finger. He actually clenches. This man will be the death of you. Your head spins because heâs loving this so much and from how his body is reacting to it.
Youâve got enough lube on your index finger and around his rim that you donât need to add more yet, and so you slow your finger a little bit and slowly line up your middle and index finger with his eager ass hole.
âCheol?â his eyes find yours as you slip your two fingers into his puckered hole, his eyebrows knitting together and a small whine slipping from his lips. Fuck, your pussy might be clenching almost as much as his hole.
You can feel him stretching around you, your fingers moving slowly until he gets used to it. But if his ass is anything to go by, heâs loving it, you can feel your fingers being pulled back in whenever youâre close to leaving. Â
âOh my god!â he throws his head back when you start to move them a little quicker, the slight sound of the lube squelching as you fuck his puckered hole with your fingers only making you both hornier.
Youâre watching him intently, his bottom lip his caught between his teeth, his eyes a shut and you can tell heâs absolutely loving this. You knew heâd enjoy it, your research told you that much, but you didnât think heâd be in this much ecstasy without you even touching his dick.
With Reddit playing in your mind, you risk changing the angle a little bit, hoping to add to the pleasure heâs currently got coursing through his veins. Â With your palm facing upwards, you curl your fingers a little, hoping that somehow your fingers might reach that spot that youâre hoping to find.
âFUCK ME!â his whole body jolts when you fuck your two curled fingers into his ass hole.
Ah. So it is true what they say about menâs g-spots.
You look at him completely awe struck, your fingers speeding up even more and now really fingering him. Heâs a whining mess, his tip is leaking all over his stomach and heâs just moaning and groaning whilst your fingers slam in and out of him. Youâre not even bothered that your wrist is aching a little, youâre too engrosses in watching your fingers disappear inside Seungcheolâs ass and loving the little moan he lets out whenever you hit the right spot inside him.
Your pussy is a fucking mess. You just wish youâd invested a little more in the toys and bought one that pleasured you too because fuck the sight of this big, head strong man babbling beneath you whilst you finger fuck his ass hole is making you so fucking wet that youâre certain to could cum untouched.
But this isnât about you, itâs about making him feel good and judging by how much heâs leaking everywhere, youâre certainly doing that.
âPut those back now!!!â you freeze, eyes wide in shock, your fingers out of his ass momentarily just to put some more lube on them.
âI need more lube! Donât you want another finger?!â
Heâs pouting like you on your worst days and youâre caught between wanting to kiss his pout away and wishing he was on his stomach then you could spank his bratty ass.
âHurry up.âÂ
âI wonât put them back if you donât remember your manners.â
This is ridiculous. Youâre holding three fingers up in the air, them dripping in lube as the big muscly baby in front of you decides if itâs even worth carrying on this argument.
âPlease _____, I need your fingers. Please.â
You donât know what takes hold of you, heâs just too fucking cute. You lean over him, quickly smush his cheeks harshly in your none lubey hand and crash your lips into his in the biggest, smushiest kiss youâve ever given him.
âI fucking love you Choi Seungcheol,â you say through gritted teeth.
âI love you too,â he smiles happily up at you but eyes moving hungrily to your fingers.
âIâm gonna treat you so fucking well baby.â
His begging has flicked a switch in you. You need to have this man in every way you possibly can. Youâre determined to ruin him for anyone else. Not that any has a chance, this perfect man is yours and always will be.
You kneel back between his spread legs, mouth watering when you see that heâs gaping just a little from your two fingers. Would rimming be a step too far? It took you long enough to get here. No. Youâll broach rimming another time.
Seungcheol holds his breath slightly when he feels your fingers against his puckered hole again. You use two again to start off with, not wanting to move too fast now youâd fully removed them from him.
He sighs when you finally enter him again, your fingers beginning to curl up into him again making him moan and throw his head back onto the pillow. Even his legs are thrashing a little bit from how good he feels.
You add a third finger, stretching his hole and only slowing your pace a little. Now you know how much heâs loving it, you feel a little braver to add the third finger a little quicker.
âShit!!!! Oh my god that feels s-so fucking good!!â
Youâre leaking all over your panties. You know you are.
You curl your three fingers into him, trying to hit even deeper than you did before and revelling in the way heâs sort of fucking himself down onto your fingers. Because thatâs how much heâs loving how well youâre fingering him.
âYouâre taking them so well baby, fuck youâre going to look so pretty when you take my dick.â
âFuck,â he clenches around your fingers, his dick even twitching as he leaks so much all over his stomach that youâre surprised he hasnât cum yet.
âDo you like that idea Cheol? You like the idea of me fucking your tight little ass with my strap? Fuck youâre gonna make such a mess, look at you already just from my fingers? Youâre leaking everywhere.â
Youâve no idea where this dirty talk has come from but youâre loving the reaction itâs having on your boyfriend. Heâs whining and nodding, his hands fisting the sheets from how incredible your fingers feel inside him.
âYouâre taking my fingers so well baby, your ass looks so fucking amazing stuffed full of my fingers.â
âF-feels ama-amazing, so amazing. I l-love you _____, s-so much,â his last word is cut off with a moan when your fingers slip a little further into his ass.
You need to reign yourself back in, the sight of your fingers being swallowed by his greedy hole is making you want to make him cum just from your fingers. But the whole point of this was that you wanted to fuck his perfect fat ass with your strap. And youâre obviously no expert but youâre fairly certain heâs probably ready, the tip of the strap isnât that much bigger than your three fingers combined and his ass is stretched deliciously around them, youâre certain he could take you.
âYou ready for my strap baby?â
His head whips up, somewhat wobbly but he still manages it. And if the sight of him isnât one of the most beautiful things youâve ever seen your life. His pupils are blown, his cheeks are tear stained and his lip is bright red from how much heâs been digging his teeth into it.
âAlready?â he whispers, his body twitching a little when your, now slower, fingers hit a juicy spot inside him.
âI think youâre ready for it and Iâm so fucking ready to do it.â
He thinks about it for a few seconds but it really doesnât take long. He knows what he wants. What he needs.
âIâm ready.â
Your stomach lurches in excitement, your pussy tingling uncontrollably as you drip even more. You can feel your wetness on your leg as you sit with your legs tucked under you.
Shakey hands reach for the lube, his eyes hungrily watching you squeeze a healthy amount along your strap. You close the cap and throw it to the side of you before you kneel between his legs and spread the lube all over your dick. The act of more or less fisting your own dick, or strap in this case, making you want to moan.
It does make Seungcheol moan and that only makes you want to scream in pleasure.
You spread his legs a little further apart so youâre comfortably between them and rest one of your hands on his hip, whilst you line your tip up with his gaping hole.
His breath hitches as your breathing stops completely. This is it. Youâre finally going to do what youâve wanted to for months, youâre going to be the only person to have ever done this to him. To have ever given him pleasure like this.
âTake a deep breath in for me baby,â he nods, his eyes never leaving your lube covered strap as it rests just against his puckered hole, âwhen I say to breath out, do it. Ok?â
âOk.â He whispers, almost squirming in anticipation.
Just as youâre about to push forward, you tell him to breath out, his body relaxing just a little and allowing your tip to just push into his ass.
âOh my fucking god! Fuck fuck fuck,â he throws his head back.
âGood or bad?â
âItâs a lot, it feels like so f-fucking much,â he whines, his fists balled.
âDo you need me to pull out?âÂ
âDonât you fucking dare!â
Your eyes are wide as you freeze with just your tip inside him.
âSorry,â he looks at you like heâs a naughty schoolboy, âI just donât know what Iâm feeling. I..... I think I need you to move? Please? Sorry baby, I didnât mean to shout.â
Heâs completely misjudged your wide eyes, because you werenât looking at him like that because you were upset. Youâre just stunned with how much heâs loving this.
You lean forward, your strap nudging just a little further into him as you do, so that youâre hovering over him, his hands instinctively holding your waist.
You kiss his pecks, his fingers digging in more to your waist as your lips travel up over his collar bones and onto his neck.
âDonât say sorry,â you say softly when you reach his face, your eyes finding his worried ones, âI wasnât upset. Do you want me to move?â
He nods shyly, his fingers gripping your waist.
âUse your words baby, do you want me to fuck you?â
âYes please, I want your strap so much.â He whispers.
âFuck,â you rest your forehead against his, your hips just starting to rock a little so youâre pushing further and further into him slowly.
His grip is tight on you, like heâs using you to make sure heâs safe, as you fuck further into his tight hole. Your hips are slow, the feeling completely foreign to you but one that you know youâre already going to be obsessed with. Heâs so helpless beneath you, heâs solely relying on you to bring him pleasure and itâs making you even more hungry for everything thatâs happening.
âF-fuck oh my god!â
âDoes it feel good? Does my dick stretching your little hole make you feel good Seungcheol?â
âS-so good,â he moans as you keep thrusting lightly into him.
You glance down, noting youâre almost fully bottomed out inside of him, the sight of it and his swollen dick making you clench around nothing.
âIâm nearly fully in baby, youâre taking me so fucking well, youâre being so good for me,â he sucks a mark on your neck as you finish speaking, he just needs to do something from how fucking good it feels, the thrill it sends through you making you thrust a little harder into him and bottom out before you intended to.
âFUCKKKK!!!â
Heâs panting beneath you, head thrown back and hands frantically trying to hold onto you from how incredible you feel now youâre fully nestled in his ass. He shouldâve listened to you, he shouldâve said yes to this fucking weeks ago. The number of times heâs scoffed at you for saying about male g spots and now your strap is sitting right against a spot thatâs never even thought about before.
Youâre so deep inside him that youâve hit his prostate and his whole world feels like itâs falling down around him, and the feeling of your strap resting against the little nob inside him is the only thing rebuilding it.
âCan I move?â
âYes, yes fuck please move,â
You place one last kiss on his lips, not that he reciprocates it, heâs too busy flailing around from how many emotions he has whirling around his brain, and sit back on your knees.
Thatâs when you see it. Your whole strap being swallowed by his greedy ass hole and you lose all your senses. He wants you to move. And so, you do.
You rest your hands on either his thighs, drag your strap against the walls of his ass so that just the tip is resting inside him and crash your dick back into him.
Seungcheol wails beneath you, tears coursing down his cheeks and hands now fisting the pillow beneath his head as he whimpers and moans away in his own little world.
You knew itâd be good, but you didnât think itâd be this good. You fuck your dick into his eager hole at a frantic pace, you know youâre hitting where you wanted to just by his reactions. Youâve never seen him react like this to anything and itâs you thatâs doing it. Itâs not him fucking you and saying how good you feel for him, not his dick in your mouth making him whine, itâs only you doing this. Your strap fucking his ass hole is causing him to react like this and itâs driving you fucking crazy.
Your clit is begging for some relief and thankfully every time you fuck your boyfriendâs ass you do feel a little bit of pressure against you that makes your knees weak.
But you havenât got time for weak knees. Your perfect, muscly, beefy boyfriend is begging you to fuck him harder and you canât ignore that. Your fingers dimple his thighs as you speed up even more, you can feel your heartbeat all over your body, youâre basically shaking from how much effort youâre putting in to fucking him. But the pretty noises heâs making and the sound of wet skin slapping as you abuse his puckered hole drives you on.
âYouâre taking me so fucking well baby, fuck you look fucking stunning taking my big dick like this,â
He cries, he actually sobs as he clenches around your strap, your whole body alight in need from every desperate reaction heâs giving you.
âI n-need to cum. C-can IâŚâŚâŚcan I cum? Please?â
Why is he telling you?!
WaitâŚâŚâŚSeuncheol, your Seungcheol is actually begging you to cum? Fuck this power might go to your head. Once this is done youâre going to need a very stern word with yourself to get your massive head to go down. Because your ego is currently the size of a bus.
âYou need to cum baby? Are you going to cum on my strap? Iâm fucking you so good that youâre already begging to cum?â
Youâre aware heâs not actually going to cum on your strap like you would his dick when heâs in your pussy, but it is technically your strap making him cum. You can be excused semantics when youâre crashing your strap into your boyfriendâs prostate, and his big dick is leaking all over his stomach.
But that reminds you of something.
His perfect dick is missing out on all the fun.
And yes, itâs clear that heâs going to cum even if you donât touch his dick. But you want him to have the full effect. If he only ever lets you do this once, you want him to have the best orgasm of his fucking life.
You let go of one of his thighs, your hips still crashing into him and the loud squelching of you claiming Seungcheolâs ass hole ringing around the room. Your shaky, exhausted fingers reach for his dick and as soon as your fingers wrap around his hot, oozing length, the effect is instantaneous.
âJESUS FUCKING CHRIST FUCK ME FUCKâ
He likes that then you suppose.
Something wicked takes over you. You said you were going to wreck him and wreck him you will.
With a smirk on your lips and one last look at your boyfriend, whoâs so lost in pleasure youâre certain heâs no idea what his own name is anymore, you go to town.
Your hand fists his length, the pressure just how it likes it (as best you can) and you fuck him relentlessly, his whole body quaking beneath you as he takes your big dick.
âI donât k-knowâ you havenât even asked him anything, what the fuck is blabbering about? ââŚ..fuckâŚ..I n-needâŚ..baby PLEASE,â
Your hand is covered in precum, heâs sobbing his little heart out and his poor abused hole just keeps pulling your strap back in like itâs his life source.
âFucking take it Seungcheol, youâre fucking mine. All that bullshit earlier today, youâll fucking take it until I say you can cum.â You spit through gritted teeth.
Well. Your own filthy mouth has got you perilously close to the edge.
âPlease,â he cries, âI love youâŚâŚâŚI love cumâŚ..n-noâŚ.i love y-youâŚ..I. N-need cum.â
âI.â You smash your strap into him, âDonât care. Wait till I say.â
You want to cum with him and youâre so fucking close.
âPleasepleasepleasepleaseâ he keeps saying, his whole body covered in sweat and knuckles white as clings to the pillow beneath his head.
JustâŚ.oneâŚ..moreâŚ..thrust.
âCum for me Seungcheol, cum around my dick, fucking take it and cum around my thick strap.â
He sobs a cry of absolute euphoria as he shoots more cum than youâve ever seen, his back arching off the bed as his ass hole clenches so hard around your strap that it makes you cum right along with him.
You ram your strap deep inside him, your body vibrating from the warmth spreading through you, meaning you move enough to keep nudging against his prostate and that lets him ride out his orgasm as though youâre still purposefully still fucking into him.
Your fist doesnât stop on his dick as more and more cum pours out of him. His face is wet and nose sniffly as he fucks himself both up into your hand and down onto your strap, and he keeps riding out the most incredible high of his life. The sight of it is something you never want to forget, itâs messy, itâs sticky and itâs everything you wanted. Heâs yours. You made him this snivelling mess and nobody, other than you, will ever make him feel that way again.
The last few dribbles of cum splutter out of him and his body goes limp on the bed. Both of you can barely catch your breath and your whole body is aching, but fuck do you feel incredible as you look down at your completely wrecked boyfriend.
âAre,â you swallow, wheezing a little âare you ok baby?â
He just groans and you feel a little panicked. Have you actually broken him?!
âSeungcheol! Look at me baby,â you lean forward a little and he flinches in pain.
Shit. You forgot youâre still buried in him.
âI need to take it out baby, it might hurt a bit. Just take some deep breaths okay?â
He doesnât answer verbally but reaches for your hand and nods as best he can whilst his eyes are still closed and heâs trying to catch his breath.
âDeep breaths baby, in and out,â you say softly, your thumbing soothing his hand as your start to pull out slowly.
âArgh,â he complains softly, hand squeezing yours.
âI know baby, Iâm sorry. Itâs almost out. One deep breath for me.â
He breaths in shakily and as he exhales, you pull out the last bit of your strap, looking down in awe at how red and gaping his hole is. Thank fuck you bought the cream that one dude suggested on reddit, youâll force him to put some on once youâve had a bath.
You quickly take your harness off, your strap landing on the floor with a thud and you quickly move to Seungcheolâs side. Him rolling into you straight away, his face buried in your chest and sort of gently licking and kissing the skin to soothe himself.
âAre you ok?â you whisper to him, fingers combing through his sweaty hair as he nuzzles even closer to you.
âIâm fine,â he manages to croak out.
âYou need to catch your breath and then when youâre ready, we can have a bath. Iâll get you cleaned up.â You stroke his hair, occasionally kissing his head.
You must lie there for about ten minutes, just holding each other and soothing each other as you come down from something neither of you have ever experienced.
After a while his puffy eyes find yours when he lists his head to look at you.
âThat might be the most incredible thing Iâve ever experienced.â
Your tummy tingles from his honesty and knowing that you did that. You made him feel that way.
âI wasnât too much?â
âIt was perfect but,â he leans forward to peck your lips, âI think it might be a once in a blue moon sort of thing. Maybe special occasions like Christmas or when we beat Woozi at Mario Kart.â You both snicker at that.
âYou want to do it again? Really?â
âAbsolutely. Iâm not too stubborn to admit that I fucking loved it. I just wish you could cum too.â
âI did.â
âWhat?â He frowns at you.
âI donât know how I did it, I think it was the pressure on my clit, but it was just all so hot, I came when you did.â
âFuck.â He stares at you with sparkling eyes.
âYou can get different straps that pleasure me when it pleasures you.â
âMaybe we should orderâŚ..â
âBaby,â you stop him, âletâs look at it some other time, lets just get clean and changed.â
âOk,â another kiss, âand we need to order food, I havenât eaten all day.â
âWhy?!â
âWhat do you mean why?! I didnât want any accidents!â He groans as he goes to stand up.
âWait,â you pause him. Something had been playing on your mind the whole time you had him in yours arms as he was calming down, âyou know today. The pants and everything in class. Did you do all that because you wanted to distract me? To stop me being nervous?â
His sheepish smile tells you everything you need to know. Fuck he is so perfect its actually pretty annoying.
âI knew youâd be worrying about it, I wanted you to enjoy it and not be in your head about the whole thing. Sorry if I upset you.â
âYou didnât. I love you Cheol.â
âI love you too baby.â
âFucking hell.â You waddle towards Seungcheol with the cereal, him lowering himself into the chair with a loud groan.
âI go to the gym five times a week and one round with you and Iâm broken man!â He winces as his muscles ache when he reaches for the milk for his cereal.
You land in the chair, your muscles in your legs screaming at you.
âYeah, maybe next time we train for a few weeks before hand.â
You nod to each other as you try to eat your cereal without your aches and pains affecting you.
You may be in agony with sore muscles. But fuck was it worth it.
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