seungcheol holds your body over to the edge of the bed, eager and kiss-hungry still after making out with your pretty mouth for hours. he isn’t satiated, not until his juicy lips have a taste of you, but you figure he’s just a tad bit too desperate.
“you want me, baby?”
cheol lets your body rest on the bed. “is that even a question?”
his response makes you raise an eyebrow involuntarily. you’re not too sure if he’s being bold or if he just needs you that bad. either way, you don’t care, you just care about helping your poor baby seungcheol.
“kneel, baby.”
he blinks. the moment his eyes flutter open again, pretty eyelashes batting like that of a princess, something shifts in his eyes and something glazes over his gaze.
everything is dreamier to him. you, already wonderful as you are in front of him, turn into a whole other ethereal being as soon as you command him sternly. he’s almost stuck in this trance until you repeat your words, slowly but surely, in a sultry little tone.
“yes, y/n…”
he kisses your lips, your neck, and trails his fingertips down your body, eventually resting his hands by your hips as his head is in between your thighs.
knelt down below you like a good boy, he looks up with puppy eyes and a fully flushed face.
“good boy.” you tug his head lightly by his scalp, petting his head. “do you want to take care of me?”
seungcheol leans in closer to the insides of your thighs and it tickles slightly, but you laugh more at his desperation to please you.
until you feel his erection by his leg.
“…or do you want me to take care of you?” you purr.
you circle around your boy after his lips are wet and swollen from pleasing you, but you waste no time; neither of you care about how messy his “cleanup” of you was, because you have other plans.
“baby,” you cover his eyes with your palms, and his eyelashes feel nice against your fingers: “don’t open your eyes, i have something for you.”
he obediently and wordlessly waits for you as his hands replace yours when you get up to leave. he whimpers a little but it’s audible and pitiful.
before he could ever grow impatient — if that was possible, especially when it came to you — he hears your footsteps coming back closer to him, and he almost leans into your body when you kneel beside him.
wrapping a blindfold around his eyes, seungcheol gets shivers all over his body and almost crumples into himself.
“shh, baby, it’s my time to please you. must’ve waited so long, huh?”
“pleasing you was more than enough,” he says, almost pleadingly.
you smile and peck his cheek before whispering in his ear. “well, don’t you want a reward for it?”
seungcheol nods and leans his face to face yours. you could feel how warm he is.
“please, y/n?”
at that, you lead him up, holding his big and toned buff body upwards and around the bed. you gently sit him down before forcing your body on top of his, teasing him with his belt, and shuffling his pants down.
he whines loudly. he whimpers your name and it spurs you on with how slutty he sounds, shameless and almost trusting enough of you to be comfortable with the nasty begs filling the air. he can’t see, only feel your hand tugging on his cock, the exposure to blank air making his hot and thick cock run a little cold.
you go faster. he feels something kiss it — they’re your lips — and he can distinctly feel the nails of your other hand digging into the skin of his thigh. you keep kissing his tip while squeezing the perimeter of his cock, his balls turning desperate at a release — you kiss that too.
“hurts, hurts—what are you doing?!”
your hands are “gone” and it’s replaced by warmth. something swirls against his tip and then slides down, it teases him all the way down to his base. he could feel it tighten, but it chokes.
you attempt again to give him head, he finally realizes, after you remember just how big he is.
then another thing twists his nipples; your fingers found his chest and tease him. it feels like hell on earth for cheol, being unable to see the otherworldly being that you are. he figures you probably look so beautiful, but his senses are so heightened that he can’t take anymore, and fuck does it hurt to imagine you taking his dick. you go deeper and you suck messily, making him feel all of you, and he doesn’t realize how loud he is, but you don’t stop, “don’t stop, y/n, please don’t stop—”
he cums deep down your throat with a loud cry.
you come up to examine your baby, thoroughly exhausted despite his size. his blindfold is soaked in tears.
“aw baby,” you coo, “aren’t you so pretty when you’re ruined?”
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Okay do this drabble request only if you are comfortable : rough sex, brat coups is riding dom male reader where Mr.brat coups (gotta respect the lil bean) spits in readers mouth to show his sassy side
High Horse
note: congrats anon, you made me so horny for this scenario that I wrote this in a matter of 20 minutes
if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag
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Cheol's chin arches up like a prince on his high horse as he steadily bounces on your cock. You watch him try to keep up the cocky facade, a smirk lingering at the edges of your mouth when you thrust your hips upwards in a sharp motion, the sudden pressure against his prostate making Seungcheol squint his eyes.
He looks down at you annoyed, hating how much you were still in control. You let out an amused chuckle and Cheol seizes the opportunity to spit into your mouth.
You freeze, nails digging into his thighs and you can tell that a terrified shiver runs down Seungcheol's spine as your unamused eyes glare up at him.
Flipping the both of you over, you push Cheol's legs up to his chest, ramming your cock into him at a brutal pace.
Seungcheol's tongue darts out of his mouth as whimpers and moans fall from his quivering lips. His mind was too overwhelmed to form coherent words, only babbles bouncing on his tongue.
You push two fingers into his mouth, preying it open, and you lean down to let a string of spit slowly fall from your lips onto his.
Closing his mouth with one hand as the other keeps his hips steady, you make sure he swallows your saliva before your spit on his face once more.
He flinches, cheeks heating up in shame, but he knew he only had himself to blame for the burning pain that tore his tiny hole apart.
"Don't you ever get cocky on me like that again, or this will be just a taste of how ruthless I can be!"
I haven't ever sent in something like this before, but you asked for our horny/fluffy thoughts annddd.....hahaha
I can't get the idea of fingering cheolie hard while my other hand is wrapped around his throat and him just crying out with tears rolling down his face😩
the way he'd try to squirm away but your hand keeps him in place. like, as soon as you poke one finger into him his whole body shiver and he tries to bite his lip to not let out any sounds but your tight grip on his neck makes all feelings so much more intense and he just falls apart completely in your hold, not being able to control the tears that run down his face
