Heads Up! Pregnant!reader (still Referred To With They/them Pronouns In The Only Instance Pronouns Are

heads up! pregnant!reader (still referred to with they/them pronouns in the only instance pronouns are used for reader). some sexual implications, but it goes nowhere. husband!cheol <3

the moment you see seungcheol step back into the bedroom, his shoulders slump as exhaustion hits him like a train. things have been... rough to say the least ever since your son (almost three) learned he's getting a little sister. the terrible twos are a thing, sure, but you'd hoped that maybe he'd get used to the idea a bit more over time... instead he's been trying to figure out how to get rid of her (naming people she could go live with, mainly) before she's even here.

seungcheol flops onto the bed, and then moves in closer so that he could rest his head in your lap. "i think he's scared we won't love him as much." he lets out a long sigh. "we'll keep talking to him about it."

"mmhm." you reach down, running a hand through his hair. "he'll come around. he's just stubborn like his dad."

seungcheol gives you a slightly annoyed look--not because you said it, but because it's true--and turns over to press a kiss against your bump. "they're being mean to me again," he says with a pout. "haven't i dealt with enough today?"

you roll your eyes a little. "i think once she's here and he realizes that he's still going to get equally spoiled by his uncles, he'll calm down."

"mhm." seungcheol is only half-listening now. he's too fixated on your bump, tracing his fingers over your shirt, too caught up in his own thoughts. he did the same when you were expecting your son: always gazing at you with this soft look in his eyes, all too tender. he'd been a bit more of a mess of nerves the first time around, but equally as loving.

"cheollie?"

"i love you," he says, and you aren't sure who he's saying it to now. "both of you," his gaze flits up to meet yours. he pushes himself up so that he can lean in to kiss you.

yet the moment you think it might lead somewhere, you hear tiny feet rushing down the hallway. before the door opens, seungcheol is already pouting--not again--but it's gone by the time he turns around to face his son. he's already getting back up to ask what's wrong as he scoops the kid into his arms, shooting you a sorry smile when he looks back. he'll make it up to you sometime...

but you don't mind it, actually. not when you get to see your husband this loving with your son. instead, you decide to follow after them instead, just to feel happy with the growing family that you've created together.

warnings: reader has bad leg cramps. mentions of wanting marriage.

before you even know he’s awake, seungcheol is already moving to flip you onto your back.

leg cramps, unfortunately, are common for you. you think it has to do genetics or something (your dad always had horrible ones, and thus you grew up with the same) and less with what you do in your day-to-day life. seungcheol typically sleeps through them, though: you’ve become really good at staying quiet when they hit and massaging your own calf. there’s the rare nights where he wakes up and realizes what’s going on…

and then there’s mornings like this, where he’s awake before you even register what’s happening, and he flips you over like a rag-doll to get to the calf you’re trying to massage (when it’s not the one he can reach easily, that is).

“it’s okay,” he whispers a few times, fingers kneading at the tight muscle. something about this cramp makes you whimper, but he doesn’t let up, working at the tension. “just breathe, honey.”

you try. he continues to massage your calf beyond when the tension dies down, the pain subsiding a little. it’ll be sore when you walk on it, sure, but you can cope with that. 

“better?” he asks, a tender look in his eyes. he cares so deeply for you, and it shows in every little thing he does.

you think, in this moment, of how badly you want to marry him right now.

you beckon him forward instead, and he lets go of your leg. drawing him in for a kiss, you smile. “yeah. better.”

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Lee jihoon - Popsicles for dessert

w.c : 1.5 k ┊ synopsis : jihoon's tired of all the pink underwear teasing and shows you he doesn't wear one┊ content warning : smut , bestfriends to lovers kinda , blowjobs , big dick jihoon , really big dick jihoon

a/n : aka the prompt ask y'all had been waiting for is finally here. Crack and smut.

 It's all because Soonyoung.

He started it.

The whole pink underwear drama. Jihoon, for the fact, does NOT wear pink underwear. Maybe he wore them once for the sake of one of his ex’s kinks. But he doesn't own pink underwear. There's black and there's dark grey and there's dark blue. A red one for when he's feeling extra freaky. Nothing pink.

And yet all of this fuss and teasing. And it was still bearable when it was just the boys teasing him.

But then you caught on that inner joke. Well, more specifically, soonyoung told you. On purpose. Knowing how big of a crush Jihoon had on you, his best friend. And you found that funny too. And then you started teasing him about it. And he's so embarrassed. 

And today it happened again. You two were just discussing your lives lately, and you told Jihoon about all the new make up you bought recently and how much you love that pink lipstick you got from your favourite brand. A sudden shit-eating grin spread across your face and Jihoon instantly knew where this was headed to. 

“You know, Jihoon, what else is pink”

Jihoon groaned, “oh my god, not you too! Not again!"

You giggled at his reaction, “your underwear Jihoon! You wear pink underwear, don't you? Little pink panties?”

Jihoon groaned, burying his face in the throw pillow on the couch. As you continued teasing him, he snapped. 

“God, y/n, I don't wear pink underwear,” he whined loudly, suddenly standing up, “should I show you or something?”

Your eyebrows quirked. “Why not, show me the proof.” There was a glint of mischief in your eyes. Jihoon should have known this was a bad idea. But he was tired of all the teasing already. He hastily untied the knots of his grey sweatpants and pulled them down to his thighs, revealing his slick black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. 

Your eyes widened. And the colour of his underwear wasn't the reason. It was the big bulge at his crotch which you couldn't take your eyes off. Your mouth watered at the sight. “God, Jihoon,” you were speechless. 

Suddenly shy again, Jihoon attempts to pull his pants back up, but you stop him, your hand on top of his as you move closer. He definitely has a really big dick hidden in there for the bulge to be that big.. And he wasn't even hard. Well, yet.

Your free hand moves and cups his crotch. Jihoon flinches but doesn't push you away. Instead, a soft moan leaves his throat before he could think. “Y/n what are you-”

“What fucking monster kind of dick you have in store here, Hoonie,” you can feel his dick come alive under your hand, the bulge growing as if it wasn't massive already. You palm him through his boxers. His hands fly to hold your wrist, stopping you. He really will just cum already if you keep doing that. You look up at him with a pout. 

“I want it,” you demanded, as if you were a little girl asking for candy or ice cream. Not able to hold himself back, his hand briefly looses over yours and you take the opportunity to instantly pull down his boxers, freeing his cock as it springs up, hard under your attention. 

“Oh my god, hoonie, it's so pretty,” you say, taking Jihoon's cock in your hand, examining it as though it was your first time seeing one. It was a pretty thing indeed, thick and long and only slightly darker than his fair face. It was a pretty shade of pink at the top and the purple veins prodded throughout the length. Its shape was just perfect, not too wonky or long and drippy or ugly. It was the kind of dick every girl sees in her dreams and every artist draws for their characters.

Jihoon, on the other hand, was trembling. Two minutes ago, you two were bickering. Now you had his dick in your hand. A shudder passed through his spine and he let out a whine as your tongue suddenly lapped over his head. “Y/n, you-”

“Shh, baby, sit down on the couch. I cannot stop myself from tasting this cock.” It was like you were hypnotised by his cock and he by you. He sat on the couch, his underwear and sweatpants pooled at his ankles. He opened his legs wide, giving you space to kneel in between as you take hold of his cock again. 

You lick over the length again, dragging your tongue along the veins, making Jihoon moan and groan and grab a fist of your hair. You loved when he pulled, the sting making your panties damp. You take the tip in your mouth whole sucking on it slowly. 

You try to take his dick deeper in your mouth, holding your breath as you do, before his cockhead touches the back of your throat, and it's just half way there. You forced your gag reflex to soften as you took him as deep as you can, wrapping your hand around the rest of it. You suck on it, hollowing your cheeks, feeling encouraged by all of the filthiest noises you head jihoon make. 

His hands grab your head, not pushing or pulling, but just holding it as a support as you commit yourself to giving the best blowjob you might have ever given. Your pussy feels so wet at the thought of taking this monstrosity in it. You can't take him today. You're gonna need training for it. But jihoon will help you stretch out for him. And then he'll fuck you till you can't think about anything other than his dick and how well it's fucking you. Your clit throbs. God, you're so cockdrunk over him.

Your other hands come to play with jihoon's balls, who seem big and heavy from his cum. He's close already, you can tell. So you suck on it till he's cumming down your throat with a whiny shudder, his hips tutting up in your mouth reflexively. You drink in all of his cum, the bitter-sweet malty taste making you only want more. 

Jihoon's panting. He just recieved what would be the best blowjob of his life. God, you should be put in a porn film with skill like that. His head falls back, catching a breath, as you climb on his lap, giggling as you lean in to kiss him. It's messy and wet and filthy, but he loves it. He could still taste himself on you. He wraps his arms around your waist.

It's all because of Soonyoung. 

He started the pink underwear rumours, spread it to you, had you tease him and it led to this. He's thankful to his best friend for it, but he wouldn't say it. He might write a nice song for him though as a thank you.

choi seungcheol as your sugar daddy

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol and thats the most canon svt trope

★ .ᐟsugar daddy seungcheol who pays all your bills just because he has the money to

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who loves buying all the latest clothes from your favorite luxury brands

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who smells so good all the time because of all the expensive perfumes he uses

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who is basically your personal chauffeur as you ride his slick black SUV

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who would take you to month long vacation to any country you feel like at least once a year

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who pays for all your hair, nails and saloon appointments and even chooses for your hair or nails everytime you're confused

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who pays for all your hair, nails and saloon appointments and even chooses for your hair or nails everytime you're confused

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol with whom you don't have to use your brain at all, just sit and feel happy and pretty all the time

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who buys you diamonds and rubies and pearl everytime you get slightly upset

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who apart from expensive items would also shower you with simple gifts like flowers and teadybears and chocolates just so you know that he loves as a person and not a possession

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who would convert you to a high-maintainance girl if you weren't already.

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who would have you cockwarm him in his personal office as he works

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who bought a high quality extra sturdy bed because he fucks hard and he has broken your bed once.

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who always buys two pairs of the same lingerie for you everytime because he always rips them off when he sees your sexy body in them the first time

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who loves watching you ride his cock, watching the shiny diamonds adorning your neck bounce as you do

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who buys so many sex toys for you but only allows you to use them when he's away for work and instructing you and watching you play with them on facetime

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who has fucked you in the restrooms of the various Michelin star restaurants he takes you to for dates

★ .ᐟ sugar daddy seungcheol who loves watching your makeup mess up from the tears that run down your face from overstimulation when he's eating you out while you are still all dressed up in expensive silk dresses you wore for the party he took you to.

when the world's about to end but he wants to be yours forever.

such a creative take😭🫶

lee seokmin + "marry me. right here. right now."

@bluehoodiewoozi has a prompt wheel. i told her i wanted to break the wheel

“marry me.” seokmin’s eyes are hopeful as they stare back at your wide ones.

“you’re insane, min.”

and you’re right. seokmin is insane for proposing to you now.

“c’mon. right here, right now. what do we have to lose?”

another meteor flies above your heads. you’re fairly certain the blast would’ve caused ringing in your ears, if your left eardrum hadn’t burst from an earlier explosion. you stumble into his arms from its impact as the giant space rock crashing into the next neighbourhood over. a protective hand pulls you flush against his chest, shielding your head against the sudden dusty winds.

you know you could always trust on seokmin to catch you.

still, his words ring clear in your mind. you push him away with what little strength you have left. your knuckles whiten along with the death grip you have on his shirt. “min, stop with the nonsense!”

for once, ever since the world’s end was announced, seokmin stops smiling. oh, you realise. he’s not joking. “…y/n, please.” he kneels down before you, offering up a ring as he clasps his hands in yours. it’s a flower ring, you note. you noticed he was twisting the poor flower earlier, but you didn’t know it was for this.

ferocious winds whip your hair back, the charred fabric of your shirt flapping in the wind. you try to urge seokmin to stand up, to run away from the oncoming blaze, but he’s still staring up at you with that stupid, dopey smile of his.

“seokmin, get up! we have to go!”

your words fly over him. “please? we can get wonwoo to officiate. hao and gyu can be our flower girls!”

he’s smiling widely at you, but there are tears pooling in his eyes.

“lee seokmin…” your free hand cups his chin. he nuzzles into it, eyes closed with content. your throat tightens up as you choke your next words out. “the world is falling apart.” you sniff. “we can’t–“

“we can! right here, right now…” he scrambles to his feet, this time both his hands enveloping yours. it’s a familiar comfort, how his thumbs rub over your knuckles. they’ve gotten rough with scratches, but your heart tugs at how gentle he’s treating you still. he slides the flower onto your ring finger, and you can’t help but choke back a sob.

he’s right: what more is there to lose? at the very least, you’ll be going out as lee seokmin’s wife; is that so bad? it’s a title you thought you would hold in at least a few more years.

you finally nod, tears falling freely down your face. from the corner of your eye, you spot wonwoo frantically waving at the both of you to run to safety… not that anywhere seemed safe enough anymore. you wear your own toothy grin, the very one seokmin falls in love everyday with, and you give his hands a tight squeeze.

“…okay. let’s get married.”