WAIT ME TOO THIS IS LIKE ONE OF MY VERY FEW PHYSICAL TALENTS

WAIT ME TOO THIS IS LIKE ONE OF MY VERY FEW PHYSICAL TALENTS

I need a job where I just untangle strings and cords for people for hours every day

"so... when did you know?"

mingyu can see his breath in the cold night air when he speaks, and yet he doesn't feel it as much as he thought he would. maybe he's too in love with you to notice it, or maybe your presence really is warming him up. he watches the way you avert your gaze, lips pressed so sweetly together (and he'd kiss them now if he hadn't just asked you a question) as you mull over his question.

"i dunno," you say, rocking on your heels for a moment. mingyu notices that one of your boots is unlaced. he'll kneel down and fix that for you in a moment. "i just... one day i looked up and i realized how quiet it was."

he wants to laugh a little at that. "is this your way of calling me loud?"

you shake your head, as genuine as ever. your eyes meet his a moment later. "i... i really missed your laugh. i thought maybe i was being silly, but minghao said you hadn't been around in a while and everything just kinda clicked."

of course minghao said that. minghao knows. mingyu just smiles a little, reaching out to adjust your scarf a little. should he give you his jacket...? he has on a thin t-shirt underneath (your call came late into the night, and mingyu nearly ran out without it), but he'll manage.

"what about you?" you ask. "when did you realize...?"

"when i met you," he smiles. "is that cheesy?" it is, he thinks, but that's okay. mingyu cups your cheek. "i just mean... i can't remember a time when i didn't love you."

you curl your hands around his. "god, you're freezing, you big dummy." and then you unwind your scarf from around yourself, leaning forward to wrap it around him instead. "let's go get a coffee."

"is this our first date?" he teases.

and when you smile and press a soft kiss against the corner of his lips, he has his answer.

I’ve overthought myself into a schlump again

SWEET MERCY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok so this characterization of cheol is everything to me, i loooooooooooooooooooooooooove it, i love everything about it, you slayed this <3

just one touch | s.coups.

synopsis ; all he did was come out of the shower. and it’s not your fault he came out shirtless.

pairing ; scoups x fem reader <3

genre ; smut, 18+ so mdni!! warnings under cut.

word count ; 3.5k

hani's note ; this is totally so not self indulgent...totally not what i'm into. this is brainrot is sponsored by a reel i saw (got removed but it’s a girl touching a guys back muscles, i drooled cus the back omg…) which i immediately sent to @x0x0josephinex0x0 because i thought of seungcheol lol! thank you josephine for putting up with my sillyness and thank you for feeding me ideas! anyway, i kinda got carried away with the length of it, so enjoy :3

warnings ; shirtless cheol (needed to be a warning itself ngl), kissing (neck kisses & hickeys), riding, hand kink (totally not me), bulge kink (don’t look at me), nicknames for reader (baby, angel, daddy’s good girl), reader calls cheol daddy (me lol), creampie kinda. this is my first smut piece so please be nice to me >< lmk if i missed anything!

the bathroom door opens and seungcheol steps out, shutting it behind him after turning the light off. his large hand reaches for the towel resting on his bare shoulder and uses it to give a quick ruffle through his hair, not even bothering to dry his hair properly. he shuffles towards the bedroom, slippers dragging on the floor all the while water beads up at the tips of his hair before falling off onto the wooden floor and some on his bare torso.

upon stepping foot into the bedroom, seungcheol takes just a few steps to the dresser and pulls a drawer open, rummaging for something within the other pieces of clothing.

as he searches through the next drawer, bending down a bit, he doesn’t notice you walking in. you stop in your tracks like a deer in headlights because the sight before you is one that makes you almost drool a river. he searches through the next drawer, body hunching down more and his torso curving, his veiny hands flipping over sweatpants and t-shirts carefully before arranging them back to how they were.

the way his back and bicep muscles ripple with his movements makes you squeeze your thighs together. the way droplets of water slip onto his neck and glimmer under the sunlight streaming through the window makes you wanna lunge at him like a starved vampire. and the way he groans a little as he crouches to the last drawer awakens a feeling from deep within you.

he still hasn’t noticed you. well, you did walk in as quiet as a mouse and haven’t said or made a single sound.

“baby,” he calls out to you a bit loudly, not knowing that you’re right behind him so there's no need for him to call out to you.

“have you seen my—”, he doesn’t get to complete his question. not when he turns around in the midst of asking you something and then seeing you with that look on your face. the look on your face that screams for him to come closer, to touch you, put those pretty hands of his wherever he wants. his hands. they make you feel so safe when seungcheol holds your smaller ones in his large ones. so perfect the way they touch you.

your eyes flit down for a millisecond, catching a glimpse of his well-toned chest and abdominal muscles. yeah, you are seriously about to jump him if you don't leave the room right now.

“what’s wrong? why are you st—”, this time he can’t finish his question because of how you sharply pivot on your heels and almost sprint out of the room. almost. because seungcheol catches you by your arm and pulls you back into the room, turning you so that your body is fully facing him.

you look around nervously before trying to slip your wrist out of his hand. that doesn’t work, seungcheol uses his index finger and thumb to turn your head so you’re looking right at him. that single action has butterflies flying in your stomach in a frenzy. you blurt out a quick, “uh…i need to go…walk the fish! yeah! gotta go…”

seungcheol gives you an amused look and chuckles, “‘walk the fish’? baby, we don’t even own a fish,”

fuck! you couldn’t even come up with a good excuse, how are you going to get out of this now?

you fiddle with the hem of your shirt using the hand that isn’t engulfed in seungcheol’s, heart thumping in your ribcage.

“so, what were you doing standing behind me? watching me struggle to look for my favourite turtleneck, hm?” seungcheol let go of your wrist and he was moving closer now, way too close and way too fast that you eventually collide with the wall behind you. his arm lifts and he rests his forearm above your head which is pressing further and further into the wall the closer seungcheol moves.

pause. turtleneck? his favourite...as in the black one? fucking hell, just the thought of seeing him in that makes heat pool in your tummy. you had shoved it in the washing machine yesterday, slamming the washing machine door shut because why the fuck did he look so good in it?

“n-no! i just, erm, i got frozen! forgot why i came into this room. you know that feeling you get when you walk into a room…” he stares down at you with an admiring look in his eyes while you ramble on, “…and then you forget why you came here? yeah, that’s what happened. nothing else. i mean, why else would i just be—”

now, it’s your turn to get cut off and caught by surprise. seungcheol’s lips are on yours and you’re frozen for a second before you process what’s happening and reciprocate the kiss.

his lips are soft, plump, pillowy. not even five seconds of kissing back before he pulls away and he has you chasing his lips as if they’re a drug and you’re addicted. you could say that you are…just a little.

there’s a smug look on his face, “come on, we both know that’s not true…can you tell me the truth then, baby?”

you shake your head no, whispering a quiet ‘it‘s embarrassing, cheol’. he can’t take no for an answer now. not when he saw such a hungry look on your face.

“no? that’s okay,” he shifts a little and you think 'oh, okay. he's not gonna ask any more, thank god' but then you notice his eyes darkening. shit.

then, he pulls you by the waist to press you flush against him, his voice an octave lower, “i’ll get it out of you another way.”

with that, he ducks down to your neck, quickly taking advantage of the area where you’re most sensitive and it makes a low groan fall from your parted lips. damn you for having a sensitive spot because you almost crumble like a sandcastle, knees buckling but they don’t make contact with the floor because your sweet and considerate seungcheol makes his grip on you tighter. seungcheol doesn’t move from the sensitive area until he’s satisfied and sees a hickey forming.

his whisper against your neck makes you shiver, “tell me, baby.”

you shake your head again. he nips at your skin this time, desperate to know what made his girl salivate like that. but he knows, he knows what made you so speechless. he just wants to hear it from you himself.

“tell me.”

“it’s just that—” he’s doing it again. sucking your skin with his plush lips, biting with his teeth then going back in to soothe the pin prick with his wet tongue. you feel so dizzy, just from the way he's nipping at your neck. this time, you really do almost fall to the floor. he’s got you, though, he always has.

“just what? hm?”

“i just walked in and you we—” you gasp as his kisses travel to your collarbone, “you were there with no shirt on and your back was all up in my face. i couldn’t help it!”

“mhm, what else?” he also knows that wasn’t the only thing you were gawking at. fuck him for being able to read you like an unguarded, open book (you will be).

“that’s embarrassing! not saying anything else,” you are so ready to give up and just tell him what he so badly wants to know, but the way your cheeks are burning after mentioning his shirtless self, it seems like he won't get another word out of you.

air shoots out of seungcheol’s nose and onto the dips in your collarbones, it tickles. you assume he laughed so you peer down at him.

“you’re so cute, my baby. what are you so cute for, huh?” he presses his face into your neck then moves up to kiss your cheek.

“oh, your turtleneck. i put it in the wash yesterday, it’s drying outside. sorry, cheol,” you say sheepishly.

“it’s okay, i think it needed a wash anyways,” he quips.

“why don’t you wear something else like…” you think for a moment of what would go well with the sweatpants he’s wearing right now, “that white t-shirt!”

seungcheol smiles at you, giving you another quick kiss before turning back around and finding the t-shirt you mentioned.

fuck. not again. you’re in the same position you were in ten minutes ago. again, you salivate at the way his biceps move, the way the muscles under his skin shift, creating dips and then hills when his bones move back up to fill up the dips. 

your hand reaches out and brushes against his smooth back – wait, what are you doing? it’s almost as if you’re hypnotised, you brain isn’t even processing your actions.

as soon as your hand makes contact with the warm skin of seungcheol’s back, he almost jumps due to the contact out of nowhere and you retract your hand back. 

seungcheol slowly stands up and your feet suddenly have a mind of their own as they start shuffling closer to him.

both your hands go to each of his shoulders, silently moving them down his arms then under his armpits. running your hands down his chest, feeling the hard ridges of his toned abdominal muscles while your nails bump along the ridges, seungcheol’s breathing rate picks up at the feeling of your hands and nails.

he turns around and in the blink of an eye, you’re laying on your bed, face up, your boyfriend hovering over you. 

he lunges at you, hands immediately finding your breasts, cherry flavoured lips crashing into yours. the kiss is filled with hunger and desire but the way seungcheol kisses, there’s always a sense of protectiveness in his kisses. he massages your tit with one hand while the other runs up and down the side of your body and thigh. more heat gathers in your lower stomach and you can feel the wetness growing every second.

you pull away for a breather but you don’t even get the chance to take a breathe, instead your breathe hitches, because seungcheol’s hands race down your body to your clothed pussy, rubbing you through your pyjama pants. it doesn’t take you long before you’re begging for him to actually touch you, without barriers between you.

“cheol! please, please touch me, want you so bad,” you’ve lost control over everything; your mouth, your brain, your body. they’re going against your normal quietness, not knowing what to say yet here you are, blurting out everything that comes to your mind.

“anything for my sweet girl, i got you”

and he does. he’s peeling your pyjama pants off, throwing them on the floor somewhere before doing the same with the matching shirt.

“shit…all this for me, baby?” he stares at your glistening slit before looking back up at you. your legs automatically spread even more at his words, inviting him in.

he slips two long fingers in with ease given how wet you were just from drooling over him and touching him up. 

he brings his fingers out of your pussy, tips still in and slams them back in, keeping up a good pace. countless moans slip out from your mouth, most of them voicing out his name and desperate pleas.

“i got you, cherry will help you, okay?”

“my pretty girl, look at you all fucked out just from my fingers. want another one, baby?”

after hearing him say that with his voice an octave lower than normal, you nod frantically and he takes it as a yes to insert another. his fingers are thick, everytime he adds one, it only loosens you up more. 

his thumb moves to your sensitive bud, rubbing it in slow and tight circles. your legs jerks at the first circle and seungcheol smiles down at you, admiringly. you’re just so beautiful to him like this, he makes sure you hear that too. hair spread around the messy duvet, cheeks flushed, lips parted and swollen and hands desperately kneading your chest trying to chase your release. and when it comes around the corner, when the coil reaches its limit, you yank seungcheol close to you, smashing your lips to his in an attempt to muffle your moans as they get louder the closer you get to that coil snapping completely.

but it never snaps. seungcheol slips his fingers out, a filthy squelch sound coming from your cunt due to the wetness of it. you whine before seungcheol can even explain why he’s taken away his pretty fingers from inside you.

“not yet, wanna be inside you. can i? please, baby? wanna make you feel even better,” he searches your faces for any negative emotions but you reaching for the band of his sweatpants tells him enough.

you whine again, remembering that he’s still half dressed and you drag your nails down his front making him shiver.

“take these off, please,” you sit up slightly, dragging down his sweatpants as quick as you can but the band slips from your fingers and it snaps back into place, making you groan.

“please,” you plead your boyfriend to take them off, pawing at his hips and eyes becoming glassy with tears, he’s just staring at you in awe because frankly, you’ve never been this straightforward before.

he slips his sweatpants off and his cock slaps against his stomach lightly. seungcheol was big but he was also thick. you gulp big time because you knew that you were going to have to take it slow even though you were desperate as fuck and he’d been training you to take him whole.

“i’ll take this silence as you like what you see, am i right?” seungcheol teases as you snap out of it and look up at him.

“yeah, i do actually. so, can you fuck me already, please?”

the demand and confidence from you shoots to his cock and it twitches which makes you smirk because you know that was your doing. you did that.

seungcheol’s eyes darken even more and he almost collapses from resisting the urge to just thrust into you right now with no mercy.

now, your heart is threatening to explode out of your chest. the look on his face quickens your heartbeat and your mind immediately goes to the thoughts all the ways you could be getting fucked by him right now. those thoughts have a quite a big effect on you, seeing as you were starting to drip more and more.

“bossy much?” he questions with a raised eyebrow. you roll your eyes and place a hand on the nape of his neck to lift yourself up slightly, bringing your face close to his.

“for you, i always am. now, are you gonna get to it or do i have to do it myself?” you whisper towards the end. you were being playful, seungcheol knew that. it’s a side he loved seeing from you.

seungcheol lays a hand on your back and gently sets you back down onto the bed, quickly pumps himself a few times and aligns himself up with you. he looks back up at you and leans over to give your forehead a soft kiss before slowly pushing in.

a moan slips out from your lips at the feeling of getting filled up. your hands fly to his thick biceps to find purchase on them, cherry red acrylic nails digging into them and creating little dents, “fuck! so big…”

your eyebrows push together at the feeling and seungcheol groans, “baby, you need to relax…should i stop—”

“no! it’s okay, just give me a minute to adjust. please?”

seungcheol smiles at you, dimples peeking out on both cheeks. you tell him to move, bucking your hips up to give him a sign and he does, slow at first but when you beg seungcheol to go faster, he does just that. he splits you open on his cock. he leans closer to you and you wrap your arms around his neck, nails scratching his built back. seungcheol doesn’t mind the scratches, in fact, he loves them. you can already see him walking into the bathroom the next morning and smiling at your little art piece.

“feel s’ good, daddy,” all abilities to form coherent sentences fly out of the window as soon as seungcheol starts moving at a quick pace. it’s almost dizzying. no, it is dizzying. your eyes roll back into your head at the immense pleasure, your head is thrown back into the mattress and tears slip from the corner of your eyes. he groans immediately at the sight of the white ring around the base of his cock.

you peer down at where your bodies connect but the faint bulge in your stomach distracts you and you almost cum at the sight, a sound between a groan and whine comes out of you. grabbing seungcheol’s hand from the side of your head, you place it on the bulge that appears when he moves in and disappears as he backs out.

“fuck, is that…” he groans at the feeling of him in you, “you’re so tiny, look at this, hm?”

he presses his palm downwards on the bulge and you whimper at the feeling. with every thrust, seungcheol’s curly locks bounce with the force. and he’s touching you so good, you wish you could stay like this. but the sounds he’s making are even better. he’s so whiny and he’s whimpering at the sensations in his body. both of you are feeling hot, like you’re sitting right in front of a fully blazing fireplace.

“my pretty girl, you take me so well.”

“look so gorgeous like this.”

“such a good girl for me, taking daddy’s cock so, so well, aren’t you?”

“daddy’s good girl.”

the praise coming from seungcheol never fails to make you feel so loved. he’ll always make sure to tell you sweet things and let you know how much he loves you. 

the knot in your stomach grows tight and you know you have to let seungcheol know, “daddy, i’m close!” 

“where do you want me, angel?”

‘inside me’ is all he needs to hear for him to hold you close before giving you what you want.

warmth fills you as seungcheol tips himself and you over the edge. your breathing is ragged and your body sore from exertion but you don’t care because you know your seungcheol will take care of you. he always does. 

seungcheol helps you ride out your release, overstimulating you a bit just to hear you whimper more. he loves hearing you make that sound, it’s his favourite. he wonders if he could record it and keep it with him forever.

you feel a second orgasm building up and try to push seungcheol off, only because you wanna be on his lap.

“what’s wrong? want me to stop, angel?” he asks, immediately stopping his movements but still in you.

you look up at him, smiling weakly, “mhm, just wan’ sit on your lap. please,”

seungcheol has never said no to you, never will. after all, everything he does is solely for you, the person he loves and adores and would do anything for.

he gently pulls out in an attempt to not hurt you and moves over to sit against the headboard. he pulls you up with him, slowly, and watches the way the mixed cum drips down your legs. quickly sitting you down on him, he pushes the cum back in you with two thick fingers and you whine out loud at the feeling.

as carefully as possible, you sink down on him, gasping at the full feeling again. seungcheol places his hands on your hips, “you okay, baby?”

when you nod, he starts to guide your hips back and forth, slow at first then he builds up on the speed. your hands can’t stay in one place; moving from his shoulders to pulling at his curly strands. you almost bump foreheads trying to lean down and kiss him in a hurry. 

the second orgasm is closer and when it arrives, it doesn’t hit you as hard as the first but that’s not to say it didn’t make your head spin with force and your eyes roll back even more. seungcheol thought he lost you when you went quiet but realised he just fucked you in the next century and you’ll be back within a few seconds. at the same time, seungcheol is moaning and whimpering louder (you love when he gets vocal, it just gets you even more wet) from the overstimulation as he fills you up a second time, eyebrows pushing together.

meanwhile, your head makes contact with seungcheol’s shoulder and he automatically puts his hands on your back, rubbing soothing circles. he kisses your cheek and lifts your head with both hands on either side to give you a proper kiss on your swollen, red lips.

“you did so well for me, angel. thank you,” he pecks your lips then reaches for your hands and kisses them each before embracing you with his beefy arms, your head going to rest between his shoulder and neck. you feel safe. loved.

“love you, cheol, love y…” you don’t finish your sentence and seungcheol realises. he looks down at you only to see your eyes closed and lips parted slightly, puffs of air escaping them.

he chuckles quietly, pressing another kiss on your cheek, “i love you, my silly girl.”

oooooh big on this one.

PSA: If you’re planning on posting smut for Niki the day of his birthday go ahead and block me, unmoot me, etc. I do not and refuse to accept y’all thinking that’s a normal thing to do.

i have 2 things to say

im glad we're all on the same page abt vernons eyes

i love u

thanks for always reading hani <3

waste your time on me | vernon

yeah hiatus is going great why do u ask? lol anyway i wrote this short lil cute vernon thing. meant to be a new relationship and he is VERY whipped and trying very hard. don't think there's any warnings! love our bononie.

“These are for you,” Vernon says quietly, handing you a bouquet of white flowers with bright yellow centers.

You take them, touched. “Where did you get these?” you ask with a note of reverence in your voice as you look them over.

“Well, I have this friend who works at a flower stand in town,” he begins, then pauses when you chuckle. “Is that funny?”

“It’s just very you,” you reassure him, hoping your smile is as warm as it feels. “Go on.”

Evidently it was, because the corner of Vernon’s mouth quirks upward. “Uh, anyway. I asked him his expert opinion on what to bring you today, and he asked me a few questions about you, and this was what he gave me.” He hesitates a little. “Uh, do you like them?”

You gently bury your face in the blooms, looking up at him as you do. “These are some of my favorites,” you say. “Do you know what they are?”

“Flowers?” he says.

You laugh again. “Yes, Vernon. They are. Do you know what kind?” 

“Daisies, aren’t they?” he asks.

“Good guess, but no,” you correct, moving into your wide kitchen and pulling a vase from under the sink. “These are anemones.”

“Wait!” he cries as you pull your shears from a drawer and move toward the flowers. “I’m supposed to do that.”

“Do what?” you ask, startled. 

“Get all the stuff off and put them in a jar,” Vernon says. “That’s my job.” He reaches out for the scissors. “I saw a TikTok about it.”

You hand the scissors over to him. “You’re really taking this boyfriend thing seriously, aren’t you?” you say, unable to hide the broad grin crowding your face.

“I really am,” he says, giving a smile of his own as he focuses on the flowers. “The guy at the flower stand told me to cut them diagonally. They’ll last longer that way.”

You take a seat at the counter and watch him snip the bottoms of the stems away, then fill the vase with water. He dumps a packet of flower food into the water and then arranges each flower in a clumsy circle that turns out adorably lopsided, looking at you proudly as he finishes. “What do you think?”

You look right at him as you reply. “Perfect.”

And he is. The way the light hits those brown eyes and turns them almost gold, the soft brown hair that just slightly waves over his forehead, the curve of his lips -- lips you’d dreamed about for ages and only just kissed for the first time a week ago -- coupled with how much you laughed around him, how he wasn’t afraid to show you new perspectives, and how comfortable and safe it was to be around him, all added up to a truly unforgettable and unprecedented person. You know it’s too early to say that you love Vernon, but you wonder when you’ll blurt it. You feel it so deeply it seems impossible you won’t let it slip sometime.

“Thanks,” Vernon says, admiring his handiwork, not catching the double meaning in your words. 

So you stand, coming around the counter to reach out a hand to him. He takes it, pulling you into his side. His arm wraps around your waist, and he absentmindedly traces the curve there as you look up at him. “Thank you,” you say. “Is there a particular reason you brought flowers today? I mean, is there an occasion?”

“You’re the occasion,” he says, then winces. “That was so cringe. Forget I said it.”

“Not a chance,” you say gravely. “I guess that’ll go in the blackmail folder. But seriously, was there a reason?”

He sighs. “Well, not really. I just...” He pauses, suddenly avoiding your gaze.

“Yeah?” you prod, running a soothing hand up and down the back of his sweatshirt, trying to remind him he can talk to you about this stuff.

“Dang,” he says with a tiny laugh. “I didn’t think I’d ever be this nervous to talk to a girl again.”

“It’s normal,” you comfort him, although there are crazy butterflies doing divebombs in your stomach at his words. 

“I know. Especially when -- when you like someone as much as I like you.” He turns to face you then, still holding you around the waist -- and in an unexpectedly bold move, he picks you up and plops you down next to his arrangement on the counter. 

Determinedly, Vernon fixes you with an uncharacteristically intense look. “I’m doing all of this because I really want this to work out. Like, I’ve never been the guy who puts all his eggs in one basket, but I don’t want a single escape plan with you. If something happens to us, or between us, or whatever, instead of running away, I want to stick it out and work through it. And I’ve actually never felt like that with anyone else, so I guess it’s a little scary.” He shrugs like this isn’t the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard.

You put a hand on his cheek, and he leans into it, comforted by the touch. “You’re scared I might break your heart?” you ask him.

He gives a tiny nod.

You use your thumb to rub over his cheekbone thoughtfully before responding. “Well, I think that’s good,” you finally say.

“Hm,” he hums. “Why?”

“Because I feel that way too. So if we both ... I don’t know, if we both risk it together, I think we have a real shot.” You swallow a laugh at how dire you’re making it sound, and Vernon beams at you. As if unable to resist, he pulls you closer to the edge of the counter and wraps his arms around your waist. 

“Me too,” he says, and kisses you briefly on the lips before pulling you into a deep hug.