#s.coups drabble

[sluttyminghao]

♡ pairing: seungcheol x afab!reader ♡ genre: smut (like. straight up pwp) ♡ w.c: 2.9k ♡ warnings: choking, cum play, overstimulation, degradation/praise, cock warming, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, brief mentions of anal play, mirror sex, face fucking, bdsm elements, possession, raw and rough sex, no aftercare, extremely explicit ♡ a/n: the filthiest thing I've written probably ever. Please carefully read the warnings before reading! thank you to @facethesunflower and @supi-wupi for beta-ing for me ily both!

You knew exactly what you were doing when you wore that red dress out to dinner—short, tight, and no panties as the cherry on top. You wanted to rile him up.

But you didn’t expect this. Not this kind of punishment.

You’re on your knees in front of the mirror, your arms bound behind your back with one of Seungcheol’s belts, your dress bunched up haphazardly around your waist, while your makeup, that you had worked so hard on to make sure it was perfect, is smeared all over your heated face. His cock is buried deep in your throat as he fists your hair and fucks your mouth with zero mercy, all the while he’s got a smirk etched into his face as he observes you.

“You wanted to tease me with that fucking dress?” he growls, eyes locked on yours through the reflection. “Parading around the restaurant and the bar with no fucking panties on? All the while you’re biting your lip like a little whore all night?”

Your reply is nothing but a gagged moan around his cock, leaving him breathless for a moment.

He yanks you off his erection with a wet pop. You gasp for air, drool sliding down your chin. He smears it back across your lips with his thumb messily, chuckling as he does so.

“Look at you,” he mutters, his voice dark and low. “Such a cock-hungry slut that you can’t even breathe without it, huh?”

You nod, desperate. “Please…I want it—I want you…”

He slaps your cheek—not overly hard, but just enough to make your breath catch in your throat. “You don’t get to want things, baby. You gave that up when you decided to act like a fucking brat.”

He drags you by the hair to the bed and throws you face-first into the mattress. You whimper quietly as he spreads your legs roughly, the belt still pinning your wrists together behind your back. Your ass is already sore from the earlier spanking he’d given you.

He doesn’t give you a warning. No glint in his eye, no twitch of his arm; just spits onto your pussy and drives himself into you with one brutal thrust. Your scream is muffled by the sheets as he starts a merciless pace, groaning as he does so.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Seungcheol groans, leaning over your back, one hand becoming tangled in your hair, the other gripping at your hip like a vice. “That’s what a dumb little breeding toy like you gets. Used. Fucked. Filled.”

You whimper at the stretch; he’s thick, deep, and bordering on brutal, and you’re absolutely soaking and clenching, your body is addicted to him even as you shake from the force of it.

“You’re gonna cum on this cock,” he snarls. “Again, and again, and you’re gonna fucking thank me for it.”

He pulls out halfway and slams back in so hard your knees slip forward on the sheets. His belt bites beautifully into the skin of your wrists. You’re a complete mess for him; you’re crying and drooling, even moaning his name like it’s the only thing you’ve ever known.

And he loves it.

“Look at yourself,” he pants, gripping mindlessly at your throat and yanking you up, forcing your eyes to the mirror. “Fucking look. This is what you wanted, right? Getting ruined? Getting bred like a filthy little cumdump?”

You can see it so clearly now. Your own eyes, glazed and teary. Your makeup is utterly and completely ruined beyond salvaging. The way his cock disappears into your soaked pussy, over and over, your body twitching from overstimulation.

You’re beautiful. Broken. His.

“Tell me whose pussy this is.”

“Yours,” you sob. “It’s yours…please, please-”

He slaps your ass and cuts off your sentence, the crack echoing through the room. “Damn right it is. And I’m not stopping until you’re dripping my cum for days.”

The first orgasm slams into you like a freight train. You scream, shaking under him, your walls pulsing so hard that you nearly black out from the pleasure alone.

He doesn’t stop. Oh no, he just fucks you harder.

“That’s it. Keep squeezing my cock. You want to be a little fucktoy? Then take it.”

You cum again before you’ve even come down from your first high. You’re sobbing now from the intensity, head falling forward, thighs trembling.

But he’s not done.

He pulls out of you only long enough to flip you onto your back, arms still tied, your body wrecked and soaked. Then, he grabs onto your ankles, pushes your knees up to your chest, and pounds into you like he wants to rearrange your guts.

“You think I’m done with you?” he pants, sweat dripping from his gloriously chiselled jaw. “You don’t get to tap out, baby. Not until this pussy’s leaking and wrecked.”

Your body arches, not just from his actions, but also his words. It’s too much, everything is too much; it’s perfect.

When you start sobbing from pleasure again, he slows his pace, not out of mercy, but out of sheer cruelty. He grinds his hips into you slowly now, deep, torturously slow, rolling his hips stupidly slow to make you feel every thick inch of him.

“Yeah, cry for me,” he whispers, cupping your cheek. “My perfect little slut. My hole to breed.”

And then, with a snarl and a quick thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and cums hard—hot and endless, pulsing inside you. You feel it flood your cunt. You feel it stay.

He keeps you there, his cock still inside you, not letting it spill out.

“Keep it in,” he growls. “You don’t get to waste a drop.”

You're shaking, twitching, and barely breathing at this point. You are completely spent. He finally unties your wrists, relief flooding through your arms as you begin to regain feeling in them, and pulls you close.

“Shhh, you did so good,” he whispers, brushing sweaty hair from your forehead, lips kissing your temple. “Took everything like my perfect little cumslut.”

You whimper, weakly nuzzling into him. “I want more,” you whisper, wrecked.

He chuckles darkly.

“Oh, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.”

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You’re still twitching.

You’re still flat on your back, legs splayed open, his cum slowly leaking from your overstretched pussy onto the filthy white sheets.

The room smells like sex—filthy sex. Your mascara is streaked down your cheeks, your lips swollen from biting them, your thighs red and slightly stinging from his hands. You’re wrecked.  And he’s watching you with that same dark, unrelenting hunger. That same look that has that familiar warmth pooling in your abdomen and your thighs twitching with want.

“Look at this mess,” Seungcheol murmurs, dragging a thumb through the slick trail of cum between your legs. “All of that, and you’re still not satisfied?”

You whimper, body flinching from the contact; you’re still far too sensitive, too raw, and yet your hips tilt up toward his hand unconsciously.

He smiles, slow and mean.

“Greedy little slut.”

You blink up at him, dazed, fucked-out, voice barely there and unrecognisable to you when you did speak. “Need more.”

“You need more?” he echoes, sharp and condescendingly, his cock already hard again in his fist, still glistening from the last round. “You’re dripping, baby. You’re full of me.”

You moan softly, back arching, thighs trembling.

He climbs onto the bed, settles between your legs again, and lines himself up again. “No begging this time,” he says, cockiness filling his raspy voice. “You already gave me permission.”

Then he pushes himself into you. You scream into the pillow he shoves over your mouth, muffling the sound as he sinks into your ruined hole, stretching you out all over again.

“Fuck, you’re still so fucking tight,” he groans. “Even after all that. Like this pussy was made to be used and fucked relentlessly.”

You squirm under him, your weak hands gripping the sheets, nails tearing at them, your mind shattering from the stretch. It’s too much, but you don’t want him to stop. Not ever.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he whispers, grabbing your throat and making you look at him. “Take it. Take it all. You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted to be my little cumdump.”

You nod, tears streaming freely down your cheeks. “Y-yes, sir.”

He spits in your mouth.

“Swallow it.”

You do so, without hesitation.

He rewards you with a brutal thrust, then another—deep, sharp, unrelenting.

“You’re fucking addicted,” he growls, fucking you like he’s possessed. “To my cock. To being used. I could ruin you, and you thank me for it.”

You’re crying again, the cries are loud and desperate, and you’re even more soaked than you thought possible, practically begging him and babbling complete nonsense between moans.

“Please…please don’t stop, oh god, I can’t…I’m gonna-!”

“Then fucking cum,” he snarls. “Cum while I fuck another load into you. Show me how much this pussy needs to be bred.”

Your body obeys before your mind can catch up. You explode around him, convulsing so hard your legs go numb. Your scream is lost in the pillow. He fucks you through it, chasing his own release, slapping your ass hard when you whimper too much.

“You’re crying like you don’t love it,” he pants, his cock pulsing inside you. “But you do, don’t you? My perfect little slut.”

“Yes,” you sob. “I’m yours, and so is this pussy, forever and always”

Then he cums, burying himself deep and spilling another thick load inside you. Your body spasms, feeling it flood your cunt yet again, mixing with the last one. It's obscene. It's perfect.

And still… he doesn’t pull out. He stays there, inside you, his toned chest heaving with each breath, his hand stroking your cheek.

“You feel that?” he murmurs, slowly rolling his hips. “All that cum inside you?”

You nod, barely conscious. Just raw nerves and need.

“You’re gonna hold it,” he says. “Gonna sleep with it still inside.”

You tremble, fucked into obedience. Seungcheol finally lies down beside you, pulling you onto his chest, still fully sheathed in your throbbing, overstimulated hole.

You don’t even have words. Just breathless, broken whimpers.

He kisses your hair.

“Still want to act like a brat, baby?”

You shake your head slowly.

He chuckles. “Good girl.”

There's a slight pause. Then…

“…But if you do, just know—I love punishing you.”

And from the way your ruined hips roll forward just the slightest bit, still greedy for his touch and his cum, he knows you’re already planning your next mistake.

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The morning light is barely creeping through the blinds when you feel it. A familiar warmth pressed against your back, a familiar scent, the soft hum of Seungcheol’s breathing in your ear.

And then, his hand moves.

Your body is still trembling from last night’s punishment, but he’s already got you right where he wants you, his cock buried deep inside your pussy, soft and hard at the same time, like he never wants to let you go. He doesn’t.

You’re still too sensitive from everything he’s already done to you, your body still aching from the lightly forming bruises, your mind half-drowned in what he’s made you feel. And yet, your hips instinctively roll back toward him again, seeking the warmth of his body, the pressure of his cock buried deep inside you. You need him to fill you up again, and again.

You can feel the weight of him against your back, can feel the way his chest presses against your skin. His hand curls around your neck, holding you just right; not too tight, but enough that you begin feeling lightheaded.

“Still want more, baby?” Seungcheol asks, his voice a rasp in your ear.

You nod desperately. “Yes. Please. Please, Cheol…”

He hums low in his throat, the grip on your throat tightening slightly. His fingers dig into your skin, just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Such a needy little slut. Always so greedy for me,” he murmurs, grinding his hips against your ass. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk. I’m going to fill you up again. And you’re going to take it, like the little slut you are.”

You whimper, your legs so, so weak, but you lift them anyway, spreading your knees apart, offering yourself to him. It’s nothing new at this point, he owns you. He’s already claimed you, and there’s no going back.

With one smooth motion, he pulls back and then thrusts deep into you, filling you up completely. You gasp, the sensation of being so full overwhelming, even if he had just rearranged your guts not even 12 hours earlier. Your body shudders, feeling every inch of him inside you.

“You still take me so well,” Seungcheol groans, one hand moving to your waist, holding you down as he starts to fuck you slowly and steadily. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you. You’re my perfect little hole, aren’t you?”

You moan, the words coming out of your swollen lips before you even think. “Yes… I’m yours. Always yours.”

He groans, fingers digging into the flesh of your waist. “That’s right. Don’t you forget it.”

The grip on your neck tightens again, just enough to make your head spin. You start to tremble again, overwhelmed by the sensations, by the ache between your legs, the way his cock fills you, the way he fucks you like he owns you.

And then, without warning, he pulls out. You’re left gasping and whining, on the edge of something, desperate for more. But he isn’t finished with you yet.

He slides his fingers down to your ass, teasing you, rubbing gently at your hole, before pushing one finger inside, stretching you open. You gasp, your body already on edge, and you can hear him chuckle darkly behind you.

“Can’t even take one finger? You’re so fucking weak,” he mutters, adding another finger. He works you open slowly, teasing, as you squirm beneath him.

“Cheol, please,” you beg, wanting to feel more. You want it, need it. Him.

He grins against your skin. “Want me to fuck you here, baby?” His voice is low, teasing. “Want me to stretch you out? Use your ass like the dirty little slut you are?”

“Yes, yes!” you cry, desperate. “Please, Cheol, I need you. All of you.”

He laughs darkly, his fingers still working you open, preparing you. “So fucking greedy. You don’t even care, do you?”

“No,” you pant. “Just want you… want you to fill me.”

“I don’t think you’re quite ready for that, maybe another time” his voice is low as he pulls his fingers out and wipes them on the messy sheets, his hands then coming back to your flesh and letting his fingertips glide over it, sending goosebumps along your skin.

He shifts you onto your stomach, spreading your legs apart. You feel the coolness of the sheets against your skin, your body still weak, but you can’t stop shaking with need. You don’t want him to stop. You want everything he’s willing to give you.

Seungcheol positions himself behind you, one hand wrapping around your throat again, the other guiding his cock to your wet, stretched hole. He grinds against you, feeling the slickness of your body, the warmth of your skin. He leans forward, his lips brushing against your ear.

“I’m not stopping this time. You’re going to take all of me,” he whispers. “And you’re going to keep taking it. Got it?”

You nod numbly, your body trembling in anticipation.

“Answer me,” he demands, voice rough. “Got it?”

“Yes, yes! I’ll take it, Cheol. I’ll take everything.”

With a groan, he thrusts into you again, hard and deep. Your body jerks forward at the impact, your breath caught in your throat. The force of his thrusts makes your body rock against the bed, and you feel the sting of the slap he lands on your ass, the hot burn of it making your skin tingle.

“You’re so fucking perfect for me,” he growls, fucking you relentlessly. “Look at you. Taking it all, like the whore you are.”

You can’t hold back anymore. You’re crying, your tears soaking into the sheets, your body shaking with every thrust. The pleasure is too much, overwhelming you.

He slaps your ass again, harder this time. “You’re such a good slut. Taking everything I give you. You’re going to be dripping for days. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Cheol. I understand.”

He leans forward, thrusting harder, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds you in place. “Good. Now, let me fill you up. Let me make you mine.”

He thrusts into you one final time, his cock buried deep inside you as he cums again. The feeling of him filling you up makes your body shake, a sob escaping your lips as you come undone once again, the sensations overwhelming.

And when he’s done, he stays there, deep inside you, for a long moment. You’re trembling, exhausted, but still so needy. Still greedy for more of him.

He pulls out slowly, then shifts to pull you close to him, wrapping you in his arms.

“You’re still mine,” he whispers against your skin. “You’ll always be mine.”

[florihaei]

-𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸! ⋆୨୧˚

hii it’s me autum!!.. I decided since we hit 40 followers i will be doing a seventeen drabble week, starting monday ill be posting drabbles 500-600 words of little stories i made of seventeen!! i hope all of you enjoy and thank you for reading!!

JEONGHAN- CAPTURED MOMENTS

finished !

releasing- oct 14

WOOZI- THE PLAYLIST

finished !

releasing- oct 15

MINGYU- UNDERNEATH THE STARS

finished !

releasing- oct 16

MINGHAO- RAINY DAY

finished !

releasing- oct 17

JOSHUA- HOME COOK SURPRISE

finished !

releasing- oct 18

S.COUPS- THE PROPOSAL

finished !

releasing- oct 19

SEUNGKWAN- ANNIVERSARY LETTER

finished !

releasing-oct 20

[sunnyjeon]

Jelly Cheollie (Jealous Seungcheol) A drabble, fluff stuff!

This is inspired by this video from twitter! Credits to the rightful owner, I couldn’t find the original poster. But this video is NOT mine! 🍒

Summary: Seungcheol is a confident man—steady, secure, completely sure of himself. So why does his stomach twist when he sees you laughing at another man’s words? Why is he suddenly rushing to stake his claim before it’s too late? Maybe, just maybe… he’s a jealous man after all.

I’m not a jealous man. 

Or at least, that’s what Seungcheol tells himself.  He’s pretty sure of himself— his looks, intellect, skills, taste, status. He’s steady. Secured– in all the ways he could think of. So why does his stomach twist when he sees you talking to another man?

He looks at you lovingly, so ethereal– he thinks. He had taken you out for a picnic, in a sun dress he bought you specifically for today. The sun kissed your skin beautifully, painting a blush across your cheeks and exposed shoulders. Your curls danced in the wind, swaying along with your dress. You held your cardigan in one hand, your other hand covering your mouth as you laughed at the other man’s retort. 

Seungcheol thinks you’re perfection personified. You looked so dreamy. Fairy like. You shone so brightly in that yellow dress that the sun shies away from your light. Your smile? Blinding. Your laugh? He wonders if the heavens echoes with it. It’s music to his ears, he could listen to it all d—

Wait a minute, you what? 

Seungcheol straightens up upon this realization. The picnic blanket dropped to the ground as his mind zeroes out with the thought of you laughing at another man’s words. He walks, no– sprints towards you. 

Why would you laugh at another man’s words? Is it really that funny? You even had to cover your mouth- a habit you do when you laugh out loud. He doesn’t remember the last time you did that when you were with him. Does he even make you laugh nowadays? Do you still feel the same way towards him? Is he too late? Will he reach you in time before you realize all these things?

His mind races with a million assumptions, his feet struggling to keep up.

You didn’t have time to react before he slid in between you and the guy you’re talking to. Seungcheol’s back is completely towering over your view. His muscles deliciously flexing as he tenses and crosses his arms.

This is troublesome. Given your busy lives, you haven’t had the leisure of time to spend together. But despite the schedule conflicts, he made sure to make you feel special everyday. Flowers, deliveries, gifts, constant messages, facetimes. Seungcheol is a very secure man but you know he’s been feeling a bit down because of the lack of time you spent together.

You knew you had to step in before Cheol gave out his piece of mind. Running a hand on his back, you gently call him out. “Cheol—“

But your friend interrupts. “I’m Jay, YN’s friend.” He extends a hand that Seungcheol sassily swats.

Seungcheol rolls his eyes, “I don’t care, I’m YN’s boyfriend”.

Cute, you think. You fight a snort as your friend laughs. Stepping aside, you turn to look at your unamused boyfriend. Your boyfriend is indeed a very beautiful man. His thick brows are furrowed, lips pout snarked, doll-like eyes still shooting daggers. His arms are still crossed, wrapping impossibly tighter as he takes offense to your friend’s amused laughter. 

You bite your cheek, fighting a smile. He could be such a baby at times. 

You reached out a hand, “Cheollie–” and held his face. His gaze softened as it landed on you. You feel his hand snaking up to rest on top of yours, his expression shifting as you continue. 

“Not that it’s any of our business but Jay’s gay,” you laugh.

His eyes widen, lips parting in an 'Oh.' For a moment, he panics. But then he sees your smile—warm, unwavering—feels the gentle caress of your hand on his cheek, and he knows. It’s okay.

 A laugh bubbles up his chest, he doesn’t know if it's from his silliness, embarrassment, or from the butterflies you continue to give him. But he doesn’t care, he lets it fizzle out. At this moment, it’s just you and him. It’s just you, your heart, and your love that matters to him. 

Choi Seungcheol is a jealous man. But if it means more moments like this—your hands on him, your attention all his—maybe he doesn’t mind so much. For you, it’s a privilege you’re willing to indulge in. 

[kyehwas]

dating you was an incredible experience for seungcheol, to say the least. you and him had great chemistry, and seungcheol loved everything about you, even when you were doing absolutely nothing.

"cheolie, you alright?" you ask him, "you look zoned out."

instead of answering, cheol grabs your face and presses kisses all over. "you're so cute, love."

"cheollll..." you make a feeble attempt to push him away from you, but you're really basking in all of the attention he's giving you.

"i love you so much," he says, "can't believe i'm dating you." he's still kissing you, moving from your cheeks to your jawline to your neck.

you inhale, looking at seungcheol with heart eyes. "i love you too," you reply, kissing his forehead.

a/n : thought of this vid while writing. hes such a cutie.

[mingyuonlyfans]

genuinely so obsessed with the thought of casually dominant cheol. i just wanna be his spoiled babygirl fr </3

you know how men used to act in old r&b music videos? exactly. yes, he's manly. yes, he's casually dominant, always the perfect doting gentleman. he always has to have a hand on you, he just has to feel you all the damn time. he follows the sidewalk rule religiously. he opens every door for you. he doesn't even ask to carry your bag (or bags plural when you're out shopping and just absolutely maxing his cards.), he literally just swoops them from your hands before giving you the sweetest smooch on the forehead. you think he's gonna let you drive on his watch? no fucking way; you're his pretty passenger princess (as if you'll ever drive when you're with him anyway. the way his arm looks while he's gripping the steering wheel is too good to pass on). he pays for every single dinner date and surprises you with things you've only mentioned offhandedly (you mentioned how pretty that panthère de cartier watch was just once!). what can he say? he was raised right.

he also eats pussy like a fucking beast. absolutely will not stop until you're squirting on his face.

[synthetickitsune]

S.Coups (SVT) | Necklace fluff | 0.8k | gn!reader

“Cheol, can you help me with the necklace?”

By the time you finish the question, he’s already standing behind you. He smiles at you in the mirror, his eyes like warm chocolate in the muted light, sparkling. His fingers brush yours when he takes the thin chain from you, already focused on the task. 

It’s cute. There’s a slight frown tugging his brows together and his lips press into a pout as he gently lays the necklace against your skin. He admires you for a moment, losing the concentration that seemed unbreakable. His hands holding the chain rest against your neck, his eyes taking in every inch of your reflection. It makes you shy. You know he’s not judging, but old habits die hard.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers after a minute, shaking his head a little. As if he tried to stop the love from spilling, yet failed miserably like he always does. His hands resume their work, reluctantly parting from your body.

“You look handsome yourself,” you manage to quickly say, hopefully before the words feel awkward to hear. Seungcheol meets your gaze in the mirror and gives you a smile. Maybe you worry for nothing - he’s always eager to hear a compliment.

You feel the metal, warmed by his fingers, settle on the back of your neck. Secured and adjusted to lay in the right spot. There’s the focus in his eyes again, something almost critical in the way he examines your clothes and jewelry like you are a piece of art that he’ll show off. 

His hands settle on the base of your neck, his fingers gently kneading at the muscles to remind you to relax. 

Seungcheol has a way with his touch. You chase it, you crave it. You can never get enough. It’s just you and him, of course there’s no reason to be nervous. And he’ll be right there the whole night. You know that’s what he wants to convey with his touch.

You shiver when his warm palms slide down to your shoulder and he leans closer, breathing in the scent of your perfume. It was a birthday gift - one that he admitted through gritted teeth was better than his. He loves this scent on you. It always drives him crazy and that’s why you wore it, although you’d never admit it was on purpose. His hands skim down your arms to grab your waist and pull you closer. His lips open and finally touch your skin.

“Cheollie,” you protest weakly, glad to be supported by his strength. 

He hums, yet his lips kiss the skin just behind your ear without a second of hesitation. He strategically avoids the most sensitive spots as he trails his lips down your neck, but it doesn’t change anything. They leave behind a path of sparks that makes you jittery and unable to stay still. His fingers cling to your body like you’re the only thing keeping him sane.

“Hold my hands,” he whispers in a way that’s the complete opposite of his kisses. He sounds almost like he’s pleading. Like he needs it.

You slip your fingers between his. It makes you feel strong. In control. And a little embarrassed. There’s no need for these feelings, no need to feel as if you have the most powerful man on Earth wrapped around your finger. Yet you do. The air that reaches your lungs feels overheated. No oxygen, only want. He groans, his forehead falling to rest on your shoulder. 

You should stop him. You should warn him, tell him to stop. But you don’t. You don’t even open your eyes to check if he did leave a hickey. You’re trembling in his hold as he attacks all your sweets spots with learned precision - knowledge gained by worshiping your body for hours and hours.

His hands slip to your hips. The way he squeezes your fingers like he’s begging you not to let go set your skin ablaze. But you need to go to the event. Yet how could you push him away when he’s kissing you like he’ll die if you don’t let him have you.

“We’ll be late,” you remind him weakly. Seungcheol always listens. He knows not being on time makes you anxious. He leaves one more kiss on your shoulder.

“I’m being very responsible,” he whispers, “By not messing up your dress and pulling it off you. We still have some time.”

You trust him, leaning further against his chest. He holds you firmly, squeezing your hips while he resumes his sweet torture. He slows down. The more deliberate he is, the more you believe he wants you to forget about time, where you’re supposed to be, the world itself. 

And it’s working.

[shuaasumii]

“Waffles”

| pairing: dad!seungcheol x mom!reader

| genre: fluff

| warnings: none!

| summary: coups wants to surprise his wife with some waffles in the morning, but he ends up needing her help to make them.

| a/n: pics above are from pinterest, and happy birthday coups!

your sweet, sweet slumber was interrupted by a series of crashes and clashes coming from outside your bedroom. you reluctantly opened your eyes, wincing at how bright the morning light was. yelling and giggling could be heard from the kitchen, filling you up with curiosity.

“babe why are the kids awake?” you questioned your husband seungcheol, who was supposed to be beside you, but instead appeared to be absent from bed.

getting out of bed, you decided to see what was causing all the commotion.

“daddy i think you burned this waffle,” giggled your four year old son eunseok.

“i did not it’s just a bit toasty,” your husband said trying to protest against eunseok’s words.

“if it’s not burnt then why is this corner of the waffle black?” aesung, your five year old daughter asks.

“like i said it’s just a bit to-“ seungcheol was cut off by your soft voice.

“what are you three doing?” you asked like any other mom would if you caught your children and husband doing questionable things.

“nooo mommy our surprise is ruined!” your four year old exclaimed in total panic mode.

“it’s not ruined if she doesn’t quite know what we’re doing eunseok!” s.coups lightly scolded the boy. meanwhile, aesung got down from her stepping stool and sassily made her way to where you leaned against the doorframe with your arms crossed.

“you need to go back to bed mommy,” she told you as if she was your mother instead of the other way around, “we have a surprise planned for you but it’s not done yet.”

you hesitantly obliged yelling to your husband, “don’t burn down my kitchen, it’s very expensive!”

since you were already awake, you decided to brush your teeth and do your skincare; you weren’t going anywhere today so there was no need for makeup (plus your already naturally gorgeous).

awhile later you heard a knock on your door, “come in” you said. the door opened to reveal eunseok who had a sheepish smile on his face.

“mommy i think we need your help to make the waffles” he admits.

“you do?” you asked crossing your arms.

“daddy burned way too many, aesung said he’s wasting the waffle batter” eunseok said gesturing for you to come over.

you stood up from where you sat at the vanity, “i suppose i could lend a helping hand” you replied grabbing ahold of eunseok’s hand guiding him to the kitchen.

“babe i don’t know what i’m doing wrong!” your husband exclaimed in frustration, “i followed your recipe and kept it in the waffle maker for however long it said.”

you sighed, “let me look at the recipe” aesung handed you seungcheol’s phone which kept a picture of the recipe for your famous waffles.

“did you add two cups of flour?”

“yes”

“two separated eggs?”

“yup”

“one teaspoon of vanilla?”

“sure did”

“one tablespoon of baking powder?”

“definite- wait did you say tablespoons?” he arched an eyebrow.

“yes… why?” you asked wondering what your husband did wrong.

“i think i added a teaspoon” s.coups confessed, scratching the nape of his neck.

“eunseok this is your fault!” your daughter accusing exclaimed, “you were the one who was reading out the instructions.”

“wait does that mean everything that you added that was supposed to be a tablespoon was actually a teaspoon?” you questioned the three.

“uh maybe,” your husband shrugged.

you made a sound of disbelief and put a hand to your forehead, “this is why you don’t bake with daddy,” you told the children.

“i’m sorry babe, i swear next time i’ll read the instructions correctly,” at this angle, your husband looked like a kid apologizing for stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.

“i’ll tell you what, we can try to remake these waffles correctly this time together as a family,” you proposed. the three nodded sheepishly still embarrassed about the previous moments.

“alright let’s get this show on the road!”

after a few spills of waffle batter and a handful of too toasty waffles, you finally had a decent amount of decent looking waffles. your little family of four was now eagerly digging into the waffles.

“this is like the reward,” eunseok said a matter of factly.

“best reward ever,” aesung said stuffing her face full of the food on her plate.

“aesung don’t talk with food in your mouth,” you giggled wiping your mouth with a napkin.

“i’m never attempting to bake something ever again,” s.coups said followed by a defeated sigh.

“it’s okay daddy,” your son said comfortingly patting his father’s back, “you can stick to rapping.”

the three of you bubbled with laughter while seungcheol sat there with a blank expression on his face.

“yeah babe stick to rapping,” you wagged a finger in front of his face.

[waldau]

17 with cheolieeee

“Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.” + seungcheol

thank you for requesting, i loved writing this <3

seungcheol thinks he’s going to have to get his hand surgically detached from your waist, the way he hasn’t let go ever since the party ended. there’s dishes that need to be put in the sink and cleaning that needs to be done, but he’ll be damned if he lets go of you.

his friends poked fun at him seeing him so head over heels for you even after all these years, but can you really blame him?

“cheollie,” you say, not actually attempting to push him off you. it only motivates him to wrap his other arm around you roll you on top of himself. you bury your face in the side of his neck. “it’s getting late.”

“we’re at home, and we’re adults. we could have ice cream right now if we wanted to.”

“i know, but we need to sleep, baby,” you say, running your hand through his hair. he loves how gentle you are with him. “we could spend all of tomorrow doing nothing.”

“try getting rid of me,” he challenges, wrapping his arms around you tighter.

“as if i’d ever want to do that,” you reply, bending down to kiss his lips. finally. he’d been holding himself back all evening because his friends would’ve just had more ammunition to tease him, but now that there’s no one else around, he can kiss you to his heart’s content.

he lets out a sharp gasp when he feels something cold on his stomach. he looks down to see your hands that have snuck under his sweatshirt.

“baby? you should’ve told me you were feeling cold. you could’ve worn my hoodie.”

“you know i’m always cold,” you say, leaning down to kiss him again. “and besides, didn’t you promise to love me always?”

“i don’t remember saying i’d love you despite the ice blocks you have for hands,” he says, unable to keep a giggle at bay when you pout at him.

“fine. no cuddles for you, then,” you say, pulling away from him, and he misses the feeling of your cold hands on his skin already.

“nooo,” he drawls dramatically, catching your wrist and pulling you back to himself. he loves how perfectly you fit alongside him, tucked into the curve of his body like you were made for it. he takes one of your hands and lets you place it under his sweatshirt again. “i love you and your ice block hands. you know that.”

“i do,” you say with a smile, kissing him enough to leave him a bit lightheaded. “let’s go to bed now?”

anything you say. he’s going to keep you warm all night long anyway.

[ncity-agere]

Could you do CG Scoups when he gets home from tour/ traveling so excited to see his little one and they’re clinging to him no matter where he goes bc they’re scared he’s gonna leave again so soon 🥺

“Daddy!!” Is the first thing Caregiver!S.Coups hears when he returns home. His brother’s car is gone but your excited shrieking from inside of the house is undeniable.

Seungcheol puts down his suitcases just in time to see you turn the corner in your fluffy socks and jump into his arms. He laughs and catches you, holding the both of you steady.

“Daddy back!” You cling to his shirt and hold onto his sleeve, leaning on him. “I missed you, Daddy.”

Seungcheol smiled and ruffled your hair. “I missed you so much, babycakes. Did you take very good care of yourself and Kkuma while I was gone?” He asked.

It’s very late at night now, so Kkuma is sleeping in her very expensive dog bed upstairs. “Mhm!” You beam, nuzzling into his soft, now-dyed hair.

“I like your hair.” You mumble into Seungcheol’s shoulder. “Is very, very pretty.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” His strong arms hold you up on his hip and you babble and tug on his hair lightly, mesmerized by the soft orange color. “It’s very late right now, cherry-pie. Much past your bedtime, what were you doing up so late?”

You hesitate to answer, unsure if Seungcheol will be upset with you for staying up so late. But you pull your face away from his fluffy, soft hair and look him in the eyes, a small pout on your lips. “Wan’ to wait for Daddy’s plane to land.”

Seungcheol nodded. “Ah, well then baby must be very, very sleepy. It’s late, shouldn’t baby go to bed?” He asks. You nod and he carries you off to read you a story and tuck you into bed. And all night, all you can think about is how much you missed your Daddy and all of the cool things you’ll do tomorrow.

• • 🌟 • •

It’s been about six days and Seungcheol had to get back to practice. There was a lot for Seventeen to do, even after a long tour -but you weren’t having it.

At first it was super cute, the way you’d follow behind Seungcheol like a little baby duckling while he (relunctantly) made dinner. Or when you followed him to the convenience store for a new toothbrush when he dropped his on the ground. Or when he had Jeonghan over and Jeonghan tried to steal you away playfully, but you’d cling to Seungcheol anyways.

But now…

“No!” You stomp, holding onto Seungcheol as tight as you could.

“I have to go to practice, sweetie. It’s really, really important.” He tried, but you weren’t budging. You held onto the sleeve of his jacket and cried.

“No!”

Seungcheol frowned. His angelic little sweetheart is always so well-behaved and soft spoken. You tend to be a bit attached and clingy but you’ve never acted like this before.

“Babycakes, talk to me. What on earth is wrong with you?” He asks gently, holding your shoulders and looking into your eyes. “What’s this really about?”

You didn’t exactly wanna answer that.

“Is this about Daddy being gone for so long?” He guesses knowingly, thinking about his trip abroad for Follow Tour and the upcoming tour he’d have to go on after that.

You wiped your teary eyes clumsily. “Daddy gonna leave me again real soon, right? I don’ wan’ Daddy to run away an’ never come back!” You blubbered through sobs. Seungcheol pulled you into his lap as he cried, holding your little hands to try and help you collect your thoughts.

He was silent for a moment as you cried, pulling you closer to him with a sulk. “Sometimes Daddy has to go away on trips. Sometimes you can come along and sometimes you’ve gotta stay behind, love.” Seungcheol spoke slowly, rubbing equally slow little circles into your knuckles. “But I’ll always, always come back. I promise.”

You thought for a moment, not looking at your caregiver. “Pinky promise?”

He held out his pinky and looped it with yours, leaning to connect his forehead with yours as well. “Pinky promise, sweetie-pie.”

The next time Seungcheol left for a music festival abroad, you were admittedly a bit upset at first as you watched Seventeen’s plane ascend high into the clouds, but you didn’t feel as sad. Because a pinky promise is the most important promise of them all and you just knew that Daddy would be back before you knew it.

[imloyaltoscoups]

"Like it?" he asked, running a hand through his freshly dyed locks. You look at him, bemused. "Last week you were a strawberry, the following week you became a peach. Before you left the house you were orange, and now you're a blueberry." He grins sheepishly. "I just wanted to try something new." You raise an eyebrow. "I don't know if I should cry for your scalp or wonder if you lowkey wanted to be a fruit salad." Seungcheol laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Maybe a bit of both?" You chuckle, shaking your head. "Bald cheol is coming."

[justsomekpopstuff]

seventeen as greek mythology

A/N: this was an idea that I had ages ago and wanted to bring it to life. I didn't want to only do any of the basic Olympians either, so I really went IN on this. Feel free to disagree with how I place them, just don't be a jerk about it! Also, if any artists/edit makers want to use these placements as inspo for art and moodboards and stuff, please do! Just tag me in it so I can see it and give credit

current masterlist | fic recs

Seungcheol: Themis - goddess of divine law and order

Jeonghan: Prometheus - god of forethought and crafty counsel

Joshua: Metis - goddess of good counsel, advice, planning, cunning, craftiness, and wisdom

Jun: Horme - deity of impulse, effort, eagerness, and starting actions

Hoshi: Terpsichore - muse of dance and choral poetry

Wonwoo: Athena - goddess of reason, wisdom, intelligence, skill, peace, warfare, battle strategy, and handicrafts

Woozi: Euterpe - muse of musical poetry

DK: Helios - god of the sun and guardian of oaths

Mingyu: Hestia - goddess of the hearth, home, and domesticity

Minghao: Atraeus - god of dusk, stars, and planets, and the art of astrology

Seungkwan: Mnemosyne - goddess of memory and remembrance

Vernon: Pasithea - goddess of relaxing meditation and hallucinations

Dino: Morpheus - god of dreaming

[florihaei]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗹- 𝘀.𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝘀⋆୨୧˚

word count- 924 ♡

content- bf s.coups! x reader! ♡

genre: fluff ♡

warnings- kissing/everything is in lowercase on purpose ♡

୨୧˚authors note -this is for the seventeen drabble week! , you can read all of them here!

as the early morning sunlight poured through the window, casting a golden glow over the small apartment, s.coups stirred awake. it was just another hectic thursday, or so he thought. the buzz of his phone jolted him from his sleepy haze. his boss had sent a flurry of emails, each one a urgent reminder of deadlines looming. today was going to be chaotic, but today also held something special, something that would change everything.

you still slept peacefully next to him, your hair splayed across the pillow, a serene smile resting on her lips. s.coups heart swelled with affection. he had planned this day for weeks, and as much as he dreaded the work that awaited him, his mind was solely focused on the evening ahead. he was determined to make it perfect.

after a rushed breakfast and a frantic scramble to get dressed, s.coups stepped out into the crisp autumn air. the city buzzed around him, a symphony of honking cars, people chatting , and the distant sound of construction. he walked quickly, weaving through the throngs of people, his mind racing with thoughts of you and his future together.

the clock ticked relentlessly, and between meetings and deadlines, he couldn’t shake the sense of urgency building inside him. he had to find that rin, the perfect symbol of his love, before the date night began. it was all he could think about as he glanced at his watch repeatedly, willing the hours to pass more quickly.

finally , with a few hours to spare, s.coups heart raced as he approached the small jewelry store nestled between two bustling cafes. the bell above the door chimed softly as he entered, greeting him with the comforting scent of polished wood and fresh flowers.

“can I help you?” asked a friendly salesperson, her eyes sparkling with interest.

“im looking for an engagement ring,” he replied, trying to sound calm despite the butterflies dancing in his stomach.

“of course! do you have any preferences?” she asked, guiding him toward a display of shimmering diamonds and colorful gemstones.

s.coups scanned the selections, imagining how each ring might look on your finger. he wanted something classic yet unique, just like you. after what felt like an eternity, he spotted it, a delicate rose gold band adorned with a petite diamond that sparkled with a fiery brilliance, reminiscent of your bright personality. “this one,” he said, feeling a rush of excitement.

once the purchase was complete, he tucked the small box into his pocket, his heart racing with anticipation. thoughts of their favorite spot, the quiet little Italian restaurant where they had shared countless laughs and moments, filled his mind. tonight would be special.

as the sun dipped below the horizon, s.coups hurried home, a mix of nerves and excitement swirling in his chest. he quickly showered, changed into his nice clothes, and decided to surprise you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers , sunflowers. they symbolized adoration and loyalty, a perfect representation of how he felt.

when he arrived at the restaurant, the familiar aroma of garlic bread and marinara sauce enveloped him, instantly making him feel at ease. the space was intimate and filled with soft, romantic music. you were already seated at their usual corner table, your eyes lighting up when you saw him.

“hey baby.. you look beautiful !” he said, placing the flowers in front of you.

“they’re beautiful, love.. thank you!” you leaned in and kissed his cheek, you’re warmth melting away the stress of the day. you both chatted and laughed, enjoying the meal, but s.coups mind was elsewhere. as the main course came to an end, he felt the time drawing near.

“baby.., can we take a walk?” he suggested, his voice slightly shaky.

“yes , of course!” you replied, excitedly. the crisp evening air felt refreshing as you both strolled hand in hand along the twinkling streets, the world buzzing around them.

finally, you both reached the small park that held so many memories, picnics, late

night talks, and laughter echoing beneath the stars. s.coups heart raced as he turned to face you, the moment he had been waiting for finally upon him.

“my love , there’s something i need to tell you,” he started, his voice steadying. “you mean everything to me, and i can’t imagine my life without you.”

he knelt on one knee, retrieving the small box from his pocket. the world seemed to fade away as he opened it, revealing the stunning ring that glimmered in the moonlight.

“baby, will you marry me?”

your hands flew to your mouth in shock, tears brimming in your eyes. “oh my gosh! yes! yes, of course!”

s.coups slid the ring onto your finger, his hands trembling, and as soon as it was in place, you fell into each other’s arms. both of your lips met in a deep, passionate kiss, all the tension and excitement of the day melting away. it wasn’t just a kiss, it was the kind that spoke volumes, where words couldn’t. you both lost yourself’s in each other, hands roaming, hearts pounding.

you pulled back for a moment, your forehead resting against his, both of your breaths ragged as you both smiled through the tears. “i love you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

“i love you too,” you replied, his heart swelling with joy and relief.

you both stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing again, the city fading away around them. in that moment, nothing else mattered. it was just the two of you, your love.

[darl-ingfics]

can you do prompt 10 and 13 for Seungcheol (SVT)? all these prompts fit him so well ohmygosh

10. One more sneeze and you're going to bed. AND 13. I don't like the sound of that cough.

“Hey.” Joshua looked up from his book to see Jeonghan in his doorway, holding a worse-for-wear looking Seungcheol by the wrist. “I’m assigning you babysitting duty for the foreseeable future.”

“Okay.” Joshua set his book aside and stood up. “Why?”

“Because Hannie’s an overdramatic ass,” Seungcheol spoke up. And his voice sounded awful - gravelly and congested. Obviously ill. 

Jeonghan smacked the leader’s shoulder none too gently. “I warned you, ‘one more sneeze, and you’re going to bed.’ You didn’t believe me. Here we are.” Jeonghan turned his attention back to Joshua. “And I have a photoshoots to go to, and you have the antibodies to cuddle with him.”

Joshua’s shoulder slumped. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes. But we’re not blaming you. It’s obviously Mingyu’s fault.”

“Hey, Jihoon was sick before Mingyu,” Joshua pointed out. 

“Yeah, but we can’t point that out without being tortured to a slow, painful death.” Jeonghan pushed Seungcheol towards Joshua, the leader immediately clinging to the vocalist. “Take good care of our leader, Shua. Behave, Cheollie.”

“Don’t worry. He’s in good hands.” Joshua’s arms wrapped around Seungcheol, squeezing tight. Jeonghan gave them a double thumbs up that morphed into finger guns before he backed out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Joshua pressed his cheek to Seungcheol’s hair, as the leader had curled himself against the vocalist, making him just shorter. “I’m sorry you caught this.”

“It’s okay. I’m the leader. It makes sense.”

Joshua smiled, holding back a laugh. “Does it?”

Seungcheol shrugged. “Doesn’t it?” He leaned forward, a barking cough ripping from his throat, caught in his fist. 

Joshua’s smiled turned into a frown. One of his arms began drawing circles around Seungcheol’s back. “I don’t like the sound of the cough.” “Really?” Seungcheol peeked up at Joshua through his bangs. “I think it’s rather becoming.” 

“Sure. If you’re the sickly wife kept away in the attic in a Victorian novel,” Joshua scoffed. Seongcheol chucked, tightening his arms around the vocalist. “Alright. Let’s get you in bed.”

“Your bed, right?” The puppy dog eyes were out in full force. 

“Wow. This cold’s already kicking your ass, huh?” Joshua joked. Seungcheol’s bottom lip jutted out, the pout accentuating his pitiful gaze. “Yes, Cheol. My bed. I’m not dragging you back to your room.”

“And you’ll lay down with me?”

Joshua pressed a kiss to the leader’s forehead. “Of course, love. We’ll cuddle to your heart’s content.”

[c0upstastu]

LOVE, MONEY, FAME - S.Coups

Theme: Choices between love, ambition, and the price of fame.

Tone: Bittersweet, emotional but ultimately healing

Setting: Both you and him are young artists trying to make it — and life pulls you in different directions.

You met Seungcheol when neither of you had anything, just two kids with stars in your eyes and calluses on your hands from holding onto dreams too tightly.

You were both nobodies back then. Sharing cheap meals, trading worn-out lyrics in cafes that smelled like stale coffee and hope. Seungcheol always talked about music like it was his whole heart, but you noticed the way he glanced at magazine covers on the newsstands — the bright lights, the fame, the life that looked so much shinier than the worn-out soles of your sneakers.

When he first said "I'll take you with me when I make it," you believed him. With your whole heart, you believed him.

And for a while, he did.

Seungcheol rose like a comet, and he pulled you into his orbit — at least at first. You were there in the early stages; tiny venues, late nights at the studio, fighting exhaustion together. You watched him weave pain and hope into every song. You hugged him backstage before the first real showcase. You believed that no amount of spotlight could outshine what you had.

But then came the bigger stages.

The cameras.

The management contracts.

The endless flights to nowhere.

And somewhere between the flashing lights and the roaring crowds, Seungcheol started slipping away.

He didn't mean to. You could see it even as it happened — how the exhaustion made him colder, how the praise made him cautious, how the money and fame demanded pieces of him until there wasn't enough left to give you.

You fought. Quietly at first, then louder.

"You're changing."

"I have to survive." he said.

"We were supposed to survive together."

One night, after a show bigger than anything either of you could have dreamed, you found him backstage.

His face was still glowing under the stage lights. But his eyes. Those eyes that used to look at you like you were the whole world. They were tired. Guarded.

He said, barely above a whisper, "I don't know how to choose anymore."

And you knew.

He was already choosing.

Not because he didn't love you, but because the world he was chasing demanded a version of him that didn't have space for the simple, messy, breathtaking love you both shared.

So you chose for him.

You kissed him one last time, tasting salt and regret.

And you let go.

Years later, when the noise had faded a little, you heard a song on the radio.

His voice, raw and aching.

"Everyone wants it,

Love, fame, money,

But only want you baby, baby, baby,

I only want you baby, baby, baby,

I don't need money or fame,

To me, that don't mean a thing,

I just beed your love that's more than enough,

Baby, baby, yeah, baby, baby, yeah."

You smiled, bittersweet.

Maybe some dreams cost too much.

Maybe some love never truly fades. It just waits, tucked away between verses and memories.

And maybe, in some corner of the universe, you and Seungcheol were still sitting in that tiny cafe, dreaming together. No spotlights. No expectations. Just two hearts, beating in time.

[minimultiestfandoms]

”*°• *.* ˜”*°• ! seventeen masterlist ! •°*”˜ *.* •°*”

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| Headcanons |

SEVENTEEN As Boyfriends (solo headcanons)

S. Coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | The8 | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino

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| Reactions |

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[synthetickitsune]

S.Coups (SVT) | Manifestation crack | 0.7k | gn!reader warnings: dick size discussion A/N: never let me talk to @hanniedream this isn't what i thought i'd be writing today. also why did this turn out so angsty

“What did you do?” Seungcheol’s quiet growling, his no-nonsense tone, doesn’t carry too far in the silent cafe.

“What do you mean?” you ask, sipping the drink you paid for, and slide his own cup closer to him. He’s so enraged that he almost crushes the cup with his grip.

“You know what I mean,” he snarls.

You hum and look out of the window. Perhaps you do, but you want to hear him say it loud and clear. Although maybe not that loud, you don’t need people to start turning your way. It’s revenge but it’s not part of your plan to publicly humiliate him. At least for now. So you clear your throat before he can slam his fist on the table.

“I mean it, Cheol,” you sigh and blink up at him, the picture of innocence, “Whatever do you think I’ve done?”

He sets his jaw, his fists clench and unclench. There’s a fire in his eyes that you know too well. That same fire once was the beginning of your undoing.

“Are you kidding me right now?” he looks like he’s about to hit you but you know he wouldn’t. 

“No, I really have no idea what you’re talking about,” you pout your lips only slightly. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. His eyes scan the cafe but you’re sitting in a pretty secluded corner - again, a mercy he doesn’t deserve. He leans closer, gritting his teeth. His muscles bulge with the way his body gets tense. And suddenly despite everything, you find yourself drawn to him. Desiring him.

“My dick is shrinking,” he says, point-blank and without beating around the bush. You almost spit out your drink. He narrows his eyes at you.

“So I guess it’s working,” you snicker and the look in his eyes is priceless.

“You little-” 

He never gets to call you whatever he was about to call you, silenced by a curious look from a guy sitting a few tables over. There’s something very satisfying about watching Cheol withdraw back into his seat with fury still ablaze in his gaze.

“How and why?” he growls.

“Art of manifestation,” you shrug and chuckle at the confusion written all over his face, “I know, right? I guess not all of it is a scam.”

“As to why, do I really need to explain?” you quirk a brow at him. He just gives you a very straightforward nod. You roll your eyes. “You’re impossible, Cheol. You’re so annoying, walking around like you own the world. Like everyone needs to bend to you will just because you have a massive dick - oh wait, had a massive dick.”

“What?” he looks ready to pounce at you, and not in the way he usually does, “That’s it?”

“What do you mean that’s it?” you huff incredulously, “Have you ever heard yourself talking? Cheol, you’re lucky nobody’s fucking done this before.”

“You’re so petty!” he spits and buries his face in his hands.

“And you’re so infuriating. Sorry but you need to be humbled, I’m basically doing this for you,” you take another long sip of your drink and feel yourself relax. What’s he gonna do? Only you can help solve his little problem. And he looks sort of adorable being helpless like this.

“What can I do?” he finally whispers. You’d be lying if you said it doesn’t hurt just a little bit that he never spoke this softly to you before, not even in the early hours of the morning when you were both sweaty and breathing heavily after your nightly escapades. No, instead he’d be boasting about how good he made you feel. He deserves this lesson.

“Be a good person. Be nice, be kind, the usual stuff,” you look away but you feel his eyes burning holes through you anyway.

“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I am nice, just not to you?” he bites back.

“Careful,” you smirk through the hint of hurt, “As you said, I’m very petty and you wouldn’t want your situation to get worse.”

You get into a silent staring contest that you end up winning. But still, somehow, despite it all, you feel like all you did today was prove his point.

You end up getting asked out on a date, as if something inside of Seungcheol broke and he accepted his fate. Not what you expected but sure, why not if he’s on his best behavior. Let’s see where this goes.