Summary - Where you take care of your husband
Tags: husband!Seungcheol x f.reader, fluff
Warnings: suggestive, MDNI
Word Count: 1k
“I’m home~” you sing-sang, closing the door behind you. His black office shoes are neatly lined up next to your slippers. “Huh, that’s new.”
Overhead orange light is the only illumination to your dark flat. You set the keys and your office id on the table near the entrance as you step carefully into your living room. “Cheol?”
—Synopsis: Seungcheol is your roommate and despite all your attempts for him to notice you, he always maintains an overly polite front. You take it into your own hands to see how far you can push him until he gives in.
—Pairing: Scoups x Female reader
—WC: 3.2k
—cw: smut, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, slight dacryphilia, soft dom cheol, sub reader
2am. At least that is what you presumed the time to be. You stumble through your apartment door recklessly, luckily being guided by the hands of a man. The sharp sting of alcohol was still present on your tongue as it came into contact with your date's equally as intoxicated mouth. Your back rests against the doorframe as your date's grip on your waist tightens slightly due to his apparent arousal.
Despite the date fizzling out, you still hadn't wanted to go to bed alone. And you certainly didn't want to lose the oppurtunity to gain a rise out of your roomate, Seungcheol. He was superior to your current date in every aspect. Seungcheol was stronger, more masculine, polite and more respectful. However, at times you found him a bit too respectful. He was sociable and popular but when you two were alone he always seemed more quiet, completely unreadable except the rare times when a polite yet enigmatic smile would be displayed onto his lips. Yet you couldn't act like those slight crumbs he gave you didn't constantly replay in your mind.
Even at times like this, cornered by a man overlooking your frame, the strong cologne invading every one of your senses. Even in this situation, your mind remained focused on the man who resided down the hallway, his room being within earshot of your drunken endeavour.
You break your lips apart from your date, panting due to his enthusiastic style, and direct him to your room. As you both venture down the hallway, bodies still entwined, your eyes lock onto the closed door owned by Seungcheol. That silence that existed in his room far too familiar for your liking.
This night you were determined to break that silence. With every mediocore movement and thrust carried out by your date, your reaction heightens. Your exaggerated moans paired with the steady, almost rhythmic thump of your headboard against the wall, assured you of an awaiting reaction. Fuelled by your hope for a falter in your roommate's polite exterior, you reach your almost theatrical "climax".
You then clean up and promptly bid your date farewell, your aspiration to see Seungcheol catalysing the speed of your movements. Seungcheol was awake. He had to be. How could anyone sleep through the show you had just displayed? Your curiousity outweighed your apprehension as your feet led you to his door, followed by an uneven knock.
Seungcheol studied your appearance as you entered before he had the chance to grant you permission. Your dress ,which had clearly been rushed onto your body, rode up your thighs and your hair was a mess. His eyes squint and you expect a comment, but all you are left with is a raise of an eyebrow followed by the question, "You done?".
It was a simple question but his tone sends a chill through you. After swiftly recomposing yourself, you attempt to manoeuvre an alternative reaction from him as your smirk before stating, "Sorry. Thin walls."
You could see Seungcheol's jaw clenching as the trail of words left your lips yet his expression remained hidden by the veneer of nonchalance he always wore.
"You're awfully quiet," you remark, taking a step further into the room uninvited, your eyes flickering to the unread book that was abandoned on his lap. "Did I interrupt something?"
Seungcheol doesn't answer right away, letting the silence in the room sit as he watches your appearance again, each factor telling a different story, inviting him to view how your night went. He examined every wrinkle in your dress, every smudge of your lipstick and every mark left by that man. Even when comprehending your state, his face remained still. That unreadable expression— calm, mannerly.
"Nothing important," He finally replied, voice low and clearly affected by the lack of sleep you were causing him.
You fold your arms, feigning indifference. He's not going to give you what you want. Not easily. However you were not one to give up that easily either.
The next night, you decided to raise the level. After stepping out the shower, your gaze fixes on your reflection as you wrap your body in a towel that just about covers your frame. You tentatively reach for the door handle and exhale a sigh of anticipation, a signal of the effect that man has on you.
The living room becomes your new surrounding as you enter the presence of Seungcheol, who had been watching tv. His eyes flicker between you and the tv, his eyes fighting to appreciate your body which was somewhat exposed. The atmosphere was thick with desire, however when it came to Seungcheol, you could never be sure.
Your hands trailed accross the back of the sofa next to his, aiming to assess the situation and the extent to which you need to heighten your pursuits.
His eyes meet yours for a moment. Just for a moment before he instinctly loooks away. Although, it was long enough for you to notice the way his jaw ticks and his fingers clench just barely— but he doesn't move.
Despite your irritation flourishing, you take his composure as an invitation to challenge his limits even further. Now was your chance to really test him.
You pull back and go to your room, that decision in itself being strategic. You scour your wardrobe before slipping into the smallest pajamas you own, the silk fabric running against your soft skin as you pull it over your curves. The fabric hugging your body close yet covering so little. The moment the garment touches your skin, you feel empowered. A new sense of confidence being established within you as you check over your appearance in the mirror for the final time.
The silence in the room feels heavy, as if it was almost mocking you in your final attempt to grab Seungcheol's attention. You feign an excuse—water, maybe a snack before stepping out of the confines of your room, the cool air kissing your thighs as the gentle silk clings to your skin.
Each step becomes a mixture of casual and calculated as you aim for the fridge. You allow your mind to focus on the low hum of the fridge as you feel Seungcheol's gaze on you. The awareness of your body and how the hem of your shorts is riding up your body leads you to bend down to reach the glass.
That's when you hear it. The slight sound of fabric moving against the leather material of the sofa, indicating that Seungcheol is now standing. This sound is then followed by the sound of him clearing his throat. The game is finally over. You won.
"You don't have to play games with me." His once-cold voice now sounds unfamiliar. In this moment, his voice transformed into one that was deeper, laced with lust. Finally his polite persona had cracked.
Turning around, you stumble back upon seeing that he was much closer than you anticipated. He steps in time with you, mirroring your actions until you make impact with the counter, your grip on the glass of water tightening. His eyes look into yours, the usual calm indifference replaced by something else— something darker. It was as if he had finally let out the desire that had been simmering underneath his manners.
"You're done showing off. You want attention? You'll ask for it like a good girl."
Your throat dries instantly, your courage faltering under the sheer weight of his presence. His voice isn't raised. There's not a single hint of threat behind his words. Just certainty. Authority. As if he has already figured you out and is just waiting for you to admit it. He's not playing anymore.
His advances strip the confidence from your tongue as he lifts you onto the counter. The feeling of his large, capable hands on your bare thighs already making your legs weak. When you are safely seated on the counter, his grasp on your under-thigh lightens as he brings his fingers to trace light patterns on your upper thigh as his right hand reaches to hold your jaw. Yet he doesn't kiss you— not until you ask.
"Tell me what you want," He murmurs. "Use your words for me."
The task he sets you seems entirely unaccomplishable when paired with his overpowering glare. That is until you force the words out of your throat, your desire overriding your hesitation.
"I want you, Cheol. All of you."
His stare lingered, thicker than before. He scanned your body as if you were his most precious possession and he was constraining himself to be able to properly cherish you. His hand that once rested on your thigh now snaked around your waist to hold your bodies closer. The heat from your bare skin met his as the distance between your bodies grew smaller and your lips finally touched.
The kiss wasn't rushed or fuelled by lust. Instead, it was slow, passionate, every movement of his lips felt crafted with precision as you moved in harmony together. He was painfully slow, as if he was savouring your taste and he was unbearably delicate as if he was worried he could break you.
Every graze of his skin against yours sent shivers down your body as you began to fall apart in his grip. His lips parted from yours but his firm grip stayed on your jaw, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him.
"You wanted attention," he mutters, breath hot against your skin. "Now you're going to take it."
As your mind was comprehending his words, he knelt down, positioning his hot breath to fan against your clothed core. His wide, dark eyes lift to yours, full of quiet want as if hes drinking in every inch of you from below. "Can I..?" He asks gently, his voice like honey, seeping out his mouth little by little and you nod eagerly.
His strong hands, defined with harsh veins that contrast to his gentle touch, drag down the waistband of your pajama shorts, letting gravity slide the silk fabric across your skin until they hit the polished kitchen tiles.
His breath hitches at the apparent sight of your lack of underwear as he takes a moment to marvel in your beauty. He holds onto you lightly to move you further up the counter, closer to him. His grasp steadily travels to your thighs as he begins to hold them apart before whispering a quiet request, "Stay still like this for me."
His eyes stay locked on yours as he leans closer, his tongue meeting your heat. He moans in immediate response to your taste as he exlores you, his tongue leisurely taking its time to drag against your core, licking a cruelly slow line up to your most sensitive spot. It's nothing like you have ever experienced before and it's as though every one of your senses is heightened.
His plump lips close around your clit before his swirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves. He takes his time, dictating the pace as he contains your pleasure. It's not like he's making out with your pussy, instead its as though he's tasting you for his own pleasure, devouring you somehow at such a controlled tempo.
Every flick of his tongue pushes you further, your hands rested behind you on the counter, stabilising you as your back arches into his touch. Your thighs threaten to close due to the overwhelming pleasure but Seungcheol's strong, assuring grip keeps them parted. He plunges his tongue into your dripping core, his grasp on your thighs tightening as he feels your walls surround his tongue. His nose bumps your clit sending pleasure jolting through your body, so close to sending you over the edge until he retrieves his tongue from your pussy. You've wanted this, begged wihtout words, and now every slow movement feels like a punishment and reward in one.
He focuses his mouth back on your clit as he lifts his fingers to let two of them enter inside you. His gaze rises to meet yours as he lets both his fingers inside you at once. His mouth rests slightly open as he surveys your reaction to every one of his slight movements. You watch him gulp, his eyes never leaving you as he begins to pump his thick fingers into you.
His fingers reach deep into you, hitting spots that no one else could. You knew Seungcheol would be good, but you had never expected him to be this capable. The feeling of being full pushes your head to fall back as you lose yourself in the sensation.
Seungcheol finally rips his eyes of you as he tastes your clit again. He lets his tongue work on your sensitive spot whilst still maintaining an inhumane pace with his fingers. He can tell you're getting close with every clench of yours around his fingers, yet he lets his face remain calm as you fall apart in front of him.
Your consciousness fades into insignificance as all you can focus on is the immense feeling. Your body twitches with pleasure with each new flick of his tongue and each new thrust of his fingers. It's all too much as your eyes squeeze shut and your limbs lose all strength and you become undone.
You barely register the shift until you're cradled in his arms, pressed to his chest like a precious belonging, his mouth near your ear, a promise hidden in every breath. Still recovering from your high, your ears don't register the sound of his heavy footsteps guiding you to his room. That is until he gently places you in the centre of the bed, the plush matress meeting your skin as you relish in the feel of the cotton in contrast to the dense counter you were previously placed on.
Seungcheol climbs over you, caging you between his muscular arms that were planted on either side of your head. His eyes roam over your face, not asking, just taking you in— as if he needs to memorise your face before he ruins you.
"You're mine tonight. Is that okay with you?" His voice remains low and calm, contradicting what he is about to do to you. He waits for your reply patiently, allowing for you to collect your thoughts.
"Yes. Please Cheol, let me be yours right now." You say, your voice a faint whimper when compared to his stubborn composure.
His hand skims up your thigh, pushing your leg higher. He then sits up, slowly unbuckling his belt as he remains looking down at your pathetic frame. He throws the belt to the other side of the room in an instant, a reminder of his physical superiority to you in strength and how he could treat you if he wanted. Yet he doesn't, depsite his strength he treats you with such care which you weren't fully sure if you even deserved.
His sweats come off next, succumbing to the same fate as his belt. This leaves his boxers, his large bulge stretching against the fabric as you notice a slight stain of precum towards the end of the impressive length. Not only did he have an impressive length, but his girth is what really stood out to you. You see him fight back a smile at your reaction to his size before he slips out of the boxers as well.
His length hit just bellow his belly button, bouncing up with a faint sound at the collision of skin. He was perfect. He presses his hips between yours, slowly, like he was settling into something he's been craving for far too long. Watching him in this position feels surreal, exceeding any prior expectations.
"Look at me," he says, his voice barely a whisper. "I want you to know exactly who's fucking you."
His voice makes your mind go blank again as he finally sinks into you, with a groan that sounds almost like relief— as if he had been holding back his desires until this very moment. The stretch causes you to cover your mouth as it blurs the line between pain and pleasure. Seungcheol grabs your hand and pins it to the side of your head as he continues to slowly inch into you. The feeling of him dragging against your walls as he finally bottoms out leaves you in a state of awe.
He buries his face into your neck, and for a second, he just breathes. The weight of his body on yours making you feel owned, not just taken. "You don't know what you do to me," Seungcheol murmurs into the crook of your neck as he pulls out again, the unbearable strech becoming more familiar. His voice is calm but his hands shake slightly, signalling that he is not unaffected.
This time he slams into you, his strength becoming more brutal as his self-contol leaves him. His vigour drives a trail of moans and curses out your lips as he groans low. In just one thrust, he can manage to hit every spot at once, leaving you emotionally speechless yet physically screaming.
He finally increases his restrained pace, abandoning his sense of discipline as he drives his cock into you. This time you can finally moan out his name, and when you did you were guaranteed a reaction by the man. His grasp travels to your hips as he firmly keeps you in place, angling up slightly as he proceeds with his ruthless tempo.
Every thrust knocks the air out of your lungs along with cries of his name. He has to hold your body close to his to prevent you from shifting due to the amount of strength he is driving into you. You feel tears forming in your eyes, but that doesn't stop him, and neither do you want him to stop. He slams into you further, the sound of your skin hitting becoming background noise as you begin to reach your inevitable high. Its as if the world is narrowing down to all the sensations overwhelimg you. The weight of Seungcheol on you, the sound of his breaths and groans, his steady yet overpowering rhythm. All these factors are pushing you to your release, there was no way you could hold back. Not like this.
His fingers lace into your hands as they begin to tremble, "Breathe. Breathe for me." You listen to his command as he guides you through your high, unlike any other man has done for you. His pace somehow quickens even further, pushing you into a place of ecstacy as he moves back to watch you fall apart with him.
The feeling crashes over you in waves as you surrender to the pleasure with him. You both become undone as you feel him release into you, his cum spreading out and warming your insides, creating a new sense of intimacy.
He doesn't move right away. He keeps you close as all you can do is cling to him. He brushes your hair out of your face before capturing your lips in a short, sweet kiss. "You okay?" He mutters, barely audible.
You don't even have the words, just a shy nod paired with the feeling of him close to you, the feeling of him finally being yours.
as the song goes, you can never get away from the sound of a woman that loves you. or in this case: you're not about to get away from a woman who knows your boba order. previous chapter + masterlist.
Word Count: 8256 words ; Reading Time: 30-ish mins
Trope: Arranged Marriage | Strangers to Lovers | Mutual Pining | Secret Softies
Warnings: angst, mentions of family pressure, suggestive language, slow burn, Mingyu is cheol's bestie and woozi is the the reader's bestie, NO PROOF READING WAS DONE
Synopsis: A rising journalist. A quiet chef. Thrown into a contract marriage to please their families, neither expected the late-night meals, soft silences, or stolen glances. But what happens when pretend becomes too real… and time runs out?
Author’s Note: This one’s for the foodies and the pining girlies. Cheol is soft, hot, and fully whipped—just how we like him. Hope you fall in love bite by bite.
untitled. ♡ woozi ────୨ৎ──── jihoon didn’t look up when the studio door opened. didn’t have to.
only one person in this world let themselves in without knocking and didn’t get cussed out for it.
you dropped your bag gently onto the little couch in the corner. “it’s 1 am.”
“mhmmm.”
“you haven’t texted in eight hours.”
he hummed , barely a sound “didn’t notice.”
you moved behind him and peeked at the screen , running a hand gently down his arm in a soothing motion. dozens of tracks stacked and color-coded, running in a chaotic order for you , but made perfect sense to him apparently. he was working on the bridge for a performance unit song — guessing by the file name.
AUGUST 8 — SEUNGCHEOL’S BIRTHDAY
A soft sigh escaped your lips when you unlocked the apartment door. The click of it closing behind you was familiar and comforting. The scent of morning coffee still lingered faintly in the air, left from the to-go cup you prepped earlier—his, not yours. You slipped off your shoes, dropped your bag by the wall, and padded into the kitchen, hair slightly tousled from the afternoon sun and a long half-day at uni.
Your phone buzzed.
A video call.
Incoming call from Drunk Gyu
You picked it up, leaning lazily against the counter. “Let me guess, you’re calling to interrogate me.”
Mingyu’s face popped into view, sweat-slicked hair pushed back with a towel around his neck. “We’re just checking in. Totally normal. Definitely not to say someone is pouting.”
Joshua leaned over from behind him, sitting on the floor of the practice room. “He waited until 12:03. You didn’t call. Or text. He thinks you forgot.”
You blinked, stunned. “Wait, he stayed up that late?”
“Correction,” Joshua said, raising a finger. “He was already up. He was with Woozi, in the studio. Jihoon was working on a new arrangement, and your sulking best friend sat there staring at his phone in the dark like he was waiting for a prophecy.”
Mingyu chuckled. “At 12:03, he sighed so loud we thought something broke. Said, ‘She must be tired…’ Then walked out like a rejected K-drama second lead.”
“Oh my god,” you groaned, running a hand down your face.
“And,” Joshua added, “Cheol told us that he came home at, like, 3AM. Found your note next to a packed breakfast and thought you were avoiding him.”
“I had class,” you said defensively, though your voice softened. “It was a half day, I swear.”
“Then why does he think you’re gone till night?”
“Because I might have told him my schedule was full just to buy time for the surprise?”
Joshua gasped dramatically.
Mingyu leaned in closer. “So you’re cooking something up. I knew it.”
You smirked. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
There’s a golden softness to late afternoons in Seoul. The kind that melts into the floorboards and sneaks into the corners of rooms. In Seungcheol’s apartment, it spills in through the wide living room windows, lazily painting everything with that hazy warmth only spring can offer. It catches in the ridges of your coffee mug, glimmers against the silver edges of your ruler, and warms the back of your neck as you hunch over the center table.
The apartment is quiet, save for the low hum of your laptop fan and the occasional scribble of your stylus across the screen. Your project , fills the display in layers of blueprints and notes. Post-its clutter the table’s edge, reminders of measurements and deadlines, and in the middle of it all, there’s you; oversized hoodie, glasses slipping down your nose, hair pulled back in a lazy bun.
And next to you, lying belly-up with a kind of careless peace you envy, is Kkuma.
SLACKING OFF.
pairing: jeon wonwoo x f!reader
genre: smut, angst, fluff, coworkers to lovers, friends to lovers
summary: being technologically averse, yet a complete control freak to your core, you tend to annoy senior IT specialist, jeon wonwoo, to no end. but after an apology brings you two closer together, wonwoo finds himself reaching out to you more often than not. on and off slack. despite what you two had originally perceived, you find yourself thrown into feelings that neither of you could've ever prepared for.
warnings: handjobs, fingering, oral (f!recieving), unprotected sex, missionary position, belly bulge, grinding, praise, wonwoo is a service top!!, multiple sex scenes, jerking it in an corporate office bathroom lol, drunk horniness, miscommunication, reader is learning how to open up<3, mutual pining. nsfw (minors / ageless blogs dni).
word count: 19.2k
note: hello new ppl, welcome to the first goldenhourology one shot ✨ I've written things in the past, but this is my first really long one shot. the longer it got, the more I stressed out lol. but I've seen a lot of people do this 20k word one shots, so I thought I'd try my hand at it! also idk much about tech, so if I got anything wrong in this, pls ignore it. thank you to anyone who gives this a read!!
in rotation: picture you, chappell roan / dress, taylor swift / valentine, laufey / diamond boy, sza
Some said your late 20s were the last few years of fun before you fully allowed yourself to be an adult, so why were you always drowning in work?
It didn’t help that you were an executive assistant in one of the biggest software companies in the U.S. When you took the job, surely, you should’ve known that you’d be signing up for an exorbitant amount of work, ranging from invoice management, planning travel for your boss, to even research for senior managers. Despite the constant stress you were under, you liked this job. You liked the trust that your boss had in you. You liked that they let you be independent and figure things out on your own.
And when you couldn’t … you simply contacted IT.
⠀𖼥ৎ⠀“hoodie!” ₍ hyung line ₎
───── ABOUT svt intentionally leaving their hoodie at your place ( & ridiculously trying to defend themselves )
⋆ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smau, fluff, humour, est. rs ⋆ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: bf!svt x gn!reader ⋆ 𝒄𝒘: terms of endearment, mind curse words
KISSBYOON 2025. all rights reserved. @maestro-net @kstrucknet
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.
pairing: woozi x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 2.3k
cw: none? reader staying on that only-sleeping-with-a-stuffed-animal agenda, way too much backstory bc i yap
a/n: hey kings, writing this instead of a request as a late bday gift to my moot @lavoilee!! not sure who ur svt bias is so i chose randomly lolol, hope you enjoy!! getting back to doing requests in shorter amounts of time, i just had a hard time thinking of smth good for this haha
jihoon is a weird guy.
okay, let's rephrase that: he's been acting like a weird guy. you can't tell if he's mad at you or in love with you, and you're determined to find out what's up.
it all started one afternoon at a café with your friend. you were both chatting around, just catching up. as both of you sipped on your coffees, the topic had gone from work, to gossip, to... medical check ups?
