#scoups scenarios
genre: HARD ANGST
pairing: S.Coups (Choi Seungcheol) x reader
series:Song Fic Series! - If I
word count: 2.3k
WARNINGS:major character death, mentions of blood, hospitalization, and disease.
summary: regret and mourning
author’s notes: are posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL
If the word I said countlessly came true
Seungcheol tirelessly dragged his feet up the hospital stairs, quietly telling himself to stay strong for one more day before entering your hospital room. There wasn’t much to the room you stayed in, it was just as bleak as the others in the building. Yours though had a vase full of vibrant flowers adorning the table beside the guest chair.
A bright smile graced your features at the sight of him. You were sitting upright to get a good look at the view outside of your hospital window before he walked in. Bright rays of sunlight leaked into your room, bathing you in the sun’s warm hug. Your sketchbook lay open on the overbed table, two small aster flowers sitting on the page of a finished sketch of the plant.
Seungcheol gifted you a chaste kiss before placing his belongings next to the vase of flowers and pulled the guest chair to your bed, ready to talk to you about his day. Speckled scars from your IV needle graced the top of your hand, Seungcheol being cautious when taking your hand in his. The shared smiles and faint giggles in this bleak room were more than enough for him; even the quiet conversations and comforting silences were perfect to him, just as long as he was with you.
Seungcheol wanted to pretend that everything was normal. He wanted you to feel normal and happy despite the sudden relapse of your childhood disease. He wanted to pretend that your skin wasn’t losing its color each day that you remained in the hospital or that you weren’t dying and that any day could be your last. He clung to you, childishly, wanting to spend every minute with you.
If I, if I, if I
The to-do list, because I couldn’t do it, its meaning is completely changed
Seungcheol still had his share of responsibilities despite his wishes to stay by your side 24/7. He still had college and a job to pay rent, which he became disinterested in both. A growing number of absences began appearing on Seungcheol’s school record; the frequent warnings from his boss no longer bothered him. He could no longer concentrate on anything other than you, and his life was being affected by it.
Seungcheol would often reminisce about the memories with you outside of the hospital when your paling skin was still its vibrant color and your smile wider and brighter than it is now. Memories where you would drag him to different places that he had never seen or noticed before or experience something new and fun. Seungcheol smiled to himself, remembering how eager and wide-eyed you were to see the world even before the two of you started dating. He was able to experience and come to understand your perspective as an artist. And he admired you for it, your ability to see beauty in everything, even in him.
And within that month where Seungcheol finally managed to ask you out and become his significant other, he was able to experience pure love and adoration from you. It is because of this love he refuses to accept the reality coming between your relationship with him.
There was still so much that he wanted to do and see with you; the different dates and days that he could only envision with you in it would only remain in his imagination. Everything that he had planned out would remain undone ever since you were admitted to the hospital.
Seungcheol’s to-do list no longer consisted of different escapades with you, but only to see you smile every day.
If I, if I, if I
I didn’t want to calculate the widened angle between us
You knew you didn’t have much time left; the doctors informing you that your time is limited, the disease spreading through your body too fast to cure. Your sickness weakened your body each day; it was growing harder to wake up from the worsening fatigue. It was something that you didn’t want to think about or bring up when you were with Seungcheol, despite him being aware of what was to come.
You could tell that your worsening health was taking a toll on him. You were aware that he was ditching classes and that his job position was being threatened. You knew that he wanted to spend all of his time with you and that you did too. You loved him with all that you had to give; he became your everything without realizing it.
You often cried about the thought of dying and leaving everything behind, usually when Seungcheol left for his night shift or those rare times that he was in school (after scolding him). There were times that you despised yourself for causing so much pain to the person you have grown to love. There were nights where you cried, wishing that you were never diagnosed with this cursed disease, that you had a life with no more medication and pain, to repay Seungcheol for all that he has done while you were, hospitalized. You hated being so weak in front of him, sometimes pushing him away even though you wanted him to stay with you. You cried in fear when he was not there with you, selfish tears falling during the night at the thought of him finding someone else to love apart from you.
As the number of days you spent in the hospital rose, the weaker your body became; the pain in your chest from heartbreak and disease became more evident as breathing became difficult day by day.
With a sudden urge to draw you focused your strength into grabbing the pencil laying on the crease of your sketchbook. Everyday actions had grown increasingly difficult with your weakening strength. The pencil felt heavy in your hand, like carrying bricks, and you brought your other to help stabilize your shaking hand. A quiet sob escaping your lips from frustration and anger as the line on the paper scribbled into nothing. The silent clinking of your pencil hitting the ground didn’t make it to your ears as hot tears fell down your face. Your hands fell to your sides, weak and tired from something so simple. A sudden pain struck your chest making your body lurch forward. A violent array of coughs erupted from you; small droplets of blood mixed with your saliva stained the blank pages of the sketchbook. With blurry vision, you continued to fight for air, the quickening noises of the heart monitor dulling into a loud ringing in your ears as fuzzy images of nurses rushed into the room.
Your eyes shifted to the corner of the room where a vase of wilting flowers sat. Its petals splayed on the guest table, brown and limp, some falling like the confetti for their funeral.
If I-
Seungcheol was looking at the bright colors of the flowers behind the shop’s window on his way to you. The colors reminded him of you in a way; the flower’s vibrant petals livened up the dreary afternoon he was experiencing.
It wasn’t the first time he had been in the shop; Seungcheol had been getting flowers for you here since you hospitalized that the employees at the store began to recognize him whenever he came by. Seungcheol purchased a bouquet of chrysanthemums, as recommended by the florist who told him that it symbolized joy and long life, before heading to the hospital to do his daily visit.
The sky was filled with dark clouds, hiding the sun when Seungcheol made it to the hospital entrance. There was a bad feeling in his stomach and the weather was not helping with his growing anxiety. His grip on the flowers tightened as he hurried his way up to the floor your room was on.
Seungcheol felt his stomach drop at the sight of nurses rushing in and out of your room. He slowly staggered to your open door, pushing through some of the nurses crowding the area to get to you.
Visions and images of you came flooding into his mind as he inched closer to the door, his mind imagined your smiling face, smiling for him and him alone, and you that would jump into his arms and press kisses on his face telling him that you had healed. He imagined walking with you, hand in hand, out of this grim place and taking you to the beaches of Jeju, dancing on the shoreline. And he imagined saying his vows to you, dressed up so prettily with his friends and family around the two of you, and seeing his ring sit on your finger forever.
Seungcheol stopped breathing at the sight of your limp hand dangling on the edge of your bed.
Nurses pushed him out of the way in a rush to save you as he stood there, the chaos in the hall filtered out by the loud ringing of the flat line on your heart monitor. The ringing didn’t stop.
I’m late but even now, my eyes and mouth are full of you; A day passes and the regret is too deep- I’m drowning in it
Jihoon had been the one to take Seungcheol out of the hospital. He received a call earlier from the hospital, Jihoon’s number being listed under Seungcheol’s emergency contact papers after your name, telling him to remove Seungcheol from the waiting room.
Jihoon quickly grabbed Seungcheol’s prepped overnight bag and brought him to his apartment complex. The tight-lipped man didn’t want his friend to be by himself, so he welcomed Seungcheol to stay with him until he was stable enough to be on his own.
Seungcheol felt himself drifting. His head and heart felt empty as if he were floating in space, drifting aimlessly forever without anywhere to go.
Nothing felt real to him anymore; he would often think that he was stuck in the void that your passing had created in his head.
There were times where he would close the world out, where everything would turn black. And suddenly, you would appear, your skin returned to its glowing and natural color, your smile would be shining as it always did whenever he saw you, and your hand would take him, so warm and alive, pulling him into the embrace that he craved and begged so much to have one last time.
His eyes filled to the brim with tears for you, soft broken whimpers of your name escaping his mouth during the night that Jihoon would hear through the thin bedroom walls of the guest room while working. Jihoon could only hang his head in shame, praying for his friend to find peace with your passing.
Seungcheol felt like he was drowning, regret building inside of him. His hopes and dreams that he wished to fulfill with you suffocated him.
If I could have given you the proper support…
If I could have given you that last kiss…
If I could have given you that last ‘I love you’…
If I could still have time.
I’ll do whatever to love you again.
~
Where you going, where are you going
Why do I feel my grip loosening
My fist holding onto the edge of your clothes
Why am I losing strength
Our path, our promise to be together
Is already thwarted and you walk away
Turning your back on me
It reduces to a single dot
It’s too empty outside of that interest
I hope that that dot
Comes back before me and turns into you
If I could
If I could
If I could
I’ll do whatever
…
Seungcheol stands in front of your grave years after your death, a fresh aster flower in his hand as he reminisces on the memories the two of you shared in your younger years. These memories that could only bring him sadness in the past made him smile, time allowing his wound of you to heal in his heart. The thoughts of “what could have been” were able to fade with time as well.
Sometimes though, a few tears would escape. Seungcheol let out a sniffle, a dopey smile gracing his features as he apologized to you. He gently placed the flower on your headstone, his fingers tracing the grooves of your carved name on the stone as he did every time he visited you. He let his hand linger just a bit longer on your grave as he longed silently, hoping his prayers get to you. A ring of love adorned his ring finger as the rays of the sun bounced off the metal. Seungcheol’s face now with visible signs of age, smiled once more at your grave, whispering the words he wished he could have said to you before your passing,
“I’ll love you forever my flower.”
If we can walk this path together again
I want to hold your hands and give you warmth
If I hold your cheeks with warmed hands
Will you smile again for me?
Then let’s do.
If I
Request:
Hii! Can I request a fluffy best friend scenario with S. Coups and a tomboy reader (I hope you don’t mind) in which they’re, idk, just chilling around playing football or something (you can decide!) and then later while they’re just talking, they tell each how grateful they are for having each other and that they’ll always have each other’s back and stuff. Something like, slice of life? I’m sorry if this goes against your rules or something! Looking forward to the new set of scenarios!! <3
» You’re playing football with your best friend Seungcheol, which ends with talks about how happy you are to have one another in your lives.
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With summer ever so slowly turning into fall, the weather remaining warm yet not hot, you and your best friend had decided to enjoy a slightly cloudier - the slightest bit more fresh - day by playing football, or at least play witha football. It was something you both really enjoyed, and what you had actually bonded over to begin with, and with a series of hot days and busy schedules, you hadn’t really gotten the chance to play together for a long time.
It was with a smile that you packed your backpack, just making sure you had a towel, wallet and other simple necessities, and grabbed your football before leaving your home. While walking to the field you had agreed to meet Seungcheol, you moved the ball from hand to hand, and upon reaching the large park the field was in, you began walking while kicking the ball lightly, treating it as a warm-up of a kind.
Having fallen deep into thought, you shrieked when you felt hands on both of your shoulders. “Gotcha!”
“Seungcheol, what on earth,” you groaned quietly, stopped your ball with your foot and turned to look at your best friend, who merely looked at you with a bright grin. You punched his shoulder lightly. “Haven’t we talked about this?”
“I couldn’t resist,” he snickered, and was quick to steal your ball. “You should’ve seen your face!”
Seungcheol ran to the football field with your ball, laughing heartily all the while, and you rolled your eyes with a grin spreading to your lips, too, as you ran after him and swung your backpack next to his on the grass on the side of the field on the way.
The two of you easily fell into the activity of kicking the ball into one of the goals, sometimes in turns and sometimes making it more fun by simply stealing it from each other while also catching up and talking about whatever you’d wanted to share with one another and wherever the topics led you later.
Time passed, and with the sun still fairly prevalent in the sky and the warm weather in general, the two of you eventually worked up a good sweat, and with that came thirst - and the realization that you’d both forgotten the most important thing: hydration.
Panting, Seungcheol nudged his head towards the grass where you had left your bags, leaning against each other’s. “Wanna take a break?”
Tapping your sweaty forehead with the wristband you had on, you grinned and nodded. “The last one is buying drinks.”
While Seungcheol took a second to process your words, you had already dashed to your bags, and ended up winning him. He laughed when he reached you again, and shook his head with a wide grin on his face while digging his wallet out of his backpack. “What do you want?”
“Just get me whatever you’re getting,” you hummed and stretched a little before contently lying down on the grass, having spread your hoodie a little to lie on. Seungcheol, on the other hand, jogged to the nearby convenience store, and soon he returned with two drinks - not matching.
Before you were able to say anything, he chuckled and opened his own. “I know you really like that one, I couldn’t just not buy it.”
“Of course,” you snorted and opened your drink while Seungcheol sat down next to you on the grass. Smiling to yourself, you nudged him lightly. “Thanks.”
He gave you the gummy grin you’d grown fond of, as the mere sight of it was able to make you feel like things would eventually fall into place. Seungcheol then got an almost teasing glint to his eyes. “Just for the drink?”
His question sent your mind way back to how you had first met; how he had joined you in kicking ball after a school day back in high school, despite not even going to the same school as you. It had been and in a way it still wasbeyond you how he had so comfortably taken your ball when you’d kicked it a bit too far, and casually joined you - and how natural it had felt for you to play with him even though he had been a complete stranger.
From there on you’d played together every now and then and got to know one another well in the process, and somewhere along the way the friendship had reallydeepened, and you became best friends.
“For everything,” you hummed with a shake of your head and slowly moved your gaze to the park where the football field was located. “For always lending me a shoulder, helping me keep my mind on what’s important and, I don’t know, keeping me on track.”
Recalling some of the times he’d had to be a bit harsher on you in order to get you back to your senses, as well as the times you’d bothhelped one another when the other was vulnerable, Seungcheol nodded. “I’m thankful, too.”
“Who would’ve known we’d end up here just because you couldn’t resist kicking a ball,” you snorted quietly, and Seungcheol laughed heartily at your comment.
“Wasn’t my plan either, but I don’t regret any of it,” he noted with a warm smile that practically reached from ear to ear. “Thanks for not pushing me away.”
“Why would I have? The only time I considered my choices was when you turned out to reallyenjoy your hugs,” you laughed and took a sip of your drink. Then, you grinned and quirked an eyebrow a little at Seungcheol. “You also realize that you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon, right?”
“I was hoping I wouldn’t, and it goes both ways,” he grinned, and with a warm look in his eyes, looked into your eyes. “I’ll always have your back, Y/N.”
“Likewise, Seungcheol,” you smiled brightly, and as though you were getting too mushy, stretched out a little. “Think we should go back to play a little? I feel like I still want to score a few times.”
“You can try,” he said challengingly, but was right up for it, and it wasn’t much later that you had returned to the football field, trying to beat one another in your amount of scores as well as showing off the tricks you could do with the ball.
Even while playing, all you could think about was how incredibly lucky you had been to find a best friend like him; someone who accepted you justthe way you were, enjoyed being with you and made sure you knewthat, too. You had quite likely never felt as safe and comfortable with someone as you did with him, and for that you were grateful.
Even if being his best friend meant receiving the sweatiest hugs like now, after he’d successfully done a trick he’d been practicing for a while.
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Admin Scooter
Request:
Hii! Can I request a fluffy best friend scenario with S. Coups and a tomboy reader (I hope you don’t mind) in which they’re, idk, just chilling around playing football or something (you can decide!) and then later while they’re just talking, they tell each how grateful they are for having each other and that they’ll always have each other’s back and stuff. Something like, slice of life? I’m sorry if this goes against your rules or something! Looking forward to the new set of scenarios!! <3
» You’re playing football with your best friend Seungcheol, which ends with talks about how happy you are to have one another in your lives.
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With summer ever so slowly turning into fall, the weather remaining warm yet not hot, you and your best friend had decided to enjoy a slightly cloudier - the slightest bit more fresh - day by playing football, or at least play witha football. It was something you both really enjoyed, and what you had actually bonded over to begin with, and with a series of hot days and busy schedules, you hadn’t really gotten the chance to play together for a long time.
It was with a smile that you packed your backpack, just making sure you had a towel, wallet and other simple necessities, and grabbed your football before leaving your home. While walking to the field you had agreed to meet Seungcheol, you moved the ball from hand to hand, and upon reaching the large park the field was in, you began walking while kicking the ball lightly, treating it as a warm-up of a kind.
Having fallen deep into thought, you shrieked when you felt hands on both of your shoulders. “Gotcha!”
“Seungcheol, what on earth,” you groaned quietly, stopped your ball with your foot and turned to look at your best friend, who merely looked at you with a bright grin. You punched his shoulder lightly. “Haven’t we talked about this?”
“I couldn’t resist,” he snickered, and was quick to steal your ball. “You should’ve seen your face!”
Seungcheol ran to the football field with your ball, laughing heartily all the while, and you rolled your eyes with a grin spreading to your lips, too, as you ran after him and swung your backpack next to his on the grass on the side of the field on the way.
The two of you easily fell into the activity of kicking the ball into one of the goals, sometimes in turns and sometimes making it more fun by simply stealing it from each other while also catching up and talking about whatever you’d wanted to share with one another and wherever the topics led you later.
Time passed, and with the sun still fairly prevalent in the sky and the warm weather in general, the two of you eventually worked up a good sweat, and with that came thirst - and the realization that you’d both forgotten the most important thing: hydration.
Panting, Seungcheol nudged his head towards the grass where you had left your bags, leaning against each other’s. “Wanna take a break?”
Tapping your sweaty forehead with the wristband you had on, you grinned and nodded. “The last one is buying drinks.”
While Seungcheol took a second to process your words, you had already dashed to your bags, and ended up winning him. He laughed when he reached you again, and shook his head with a wide grin on his face while digging his wallet out of his backpack. “What do you want?”
“Just get me whatever you’re getting,” you hummed and stretched a little before contently lying down on the grass, having spread your hoodie a little to lie on. Seungcheol, on the other hand, jogged to the nearby convenience store, and soon he returned with two drinks - not matching.
Before you were able to say anything, he chuckled and opened his own. “I know you really like that one, I couldn’t just not buy it.”
“Of course,” you snorted and opened your drink while Seungcheol sat down next to you on the grass. Smiling to yourself, you nudged him lightly. “Thanks.”
He gave you the gummy grin you’d grown fond of, as the mere sight of it was able to make you feel like things would eventually fall into place. Seungcheol then got an almost teasing glint to his eyes. “Just for the drink?”
His question sent your mind way back to how you had first met; how he had joined you in kicking ball after a school day back in high school, despite not even going to the same school as you. It had been and in a way it still wasbeyond you how he had so comfortably taken your ball when you’d kicked it a bit too far, and casually joined you - and how natural it had felt for you to play with him even though he had been a complete stranger.
From there on you’d played together every now and then and got to know one another well in the process, and somewhere along the way the friendship had reallydeepened, and you became best friends.
“For everything,” you hummed with a shake of your head and slowly moved your gaze to the park where the football field was located. “For always lending me a shoulder, helping me keep my mind on what’s important and, I don’t know, keeping me on track.”
Recalling some of the times he’d had to be a bit harsher on you in order to get you back to your senses, as well as the times you’d bothhelped one another when the other was vulnerable, Seungcheol nodded. “I’m thankful, too.”
“Who would’ve known we’d end up here just because you couldn’t resist kicking a ball,” you snorted quietly, and Seungcheol laughed heartily at your comment.
“Wasn’t my plan either, but I don’t regret any of it,” he noted with a warm smile that practically reached from ear to ear. “Thanks for not pushing me away.”
“Why would I have? The only time I considered my choices was when you turned out to reallyenjoy your hugs,” you laughed and took a sip of your drink. Then, you grinned and quirked an eyebrow a little at Seungcheol. “You also realize that you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon, right?”
“I was hoping I wouldn’t, and it goes both ways,” he grinned, and with a warm look in his eyes, looked into your eyes. “I’ll always have your back, Y/N.”
“Likewise, Seungcheol,” you smiled brightly, and as though you were getting too mushy, stretched out a little. “Think we should go back to play a little? I feel like I still want to score a few times.”
“You can try,” he said challengingly, but was right up for it, and it wasn’t much later that you had returned to the football field, trying to beat one another in your amount of scores as well as showing off the tricks you could do with the ball.
Even while playing, all you could think about was how incredibly lucky you had been to find a best friend like him; someone who accepted you justthe way you were, enjoyed being with you and made sure you knewthat, too. You had quite likely never felt as safe and comfortable with someone as you did with him, and for that you were grateful.
Even if being his best friend meant receiving the sweatiest hugs like now, after he’d successfully done a trick he’d been practicing for a while.
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Admin Scooter
full of whispering and rustling
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Late night summer rain beats against the outside, lightning striking sharp and thunder rumbling behind in the distance, trapping you two inside. Regardless of the weather, you should have been in bed hours ago, the clock on the wall slowly ticking past two in the morning.
The coffee table had been pushed aside and all the pillows and couch cushions had been filched to supply the ultimate two person pillow fort. You have a feeling, as you nestle in closer, that if either of you attempted to move and get up, the one staying behind would end up getting suffocated by overly fluffed pillows.
The air outside is hot and humid, heat slowly being beaten away by the storm, but inside the air conditioner has kicked on once again and, combined with the ceiling fan set on high, you shiver slightly and draw the fluffy throw blanket in closer to your chest.
“Cold?” Seungcheol whispers into your hair, and you nod. You hear him chuckle, and even though you can’t see it, you know his signature half-smile is there, dimples and all. He shakes his head, pulling you closer. “How could you possibly be cold?”
“The AC is out to get me, that’s how,” you hiss. Your gaze wanders to the television, loud enough to hear but not loud enough to demand attention. You stopped listening minutes, maybe even hours, ago. The Disney movie marathon keeps playing, however, and you don’t mind. It’s simply that the heartbeat beneath your ear is much more incentivizing than Genie scolding Aladdin for cheating the three wishes system.
“The AC is a machine, [Y/N],” Seungcheol replies, fixing his arms around you. “It’s not capable of thought or holding evil agendas against people.”
“This one is,” you mutter, fist curling around the fabric of his shirt. The soft black material was thin enough to feel the heat of his chest through it, and coupled with his warm arms and blanket wrapped around you, you can feel yourself slowly drift off to sleep.
“Suppose this AC decided it wasn’t efficient enough to kill you via cold air, so it elects to come attack you? What would you do?”
With as much strength as your tired self can muster, you pull your head off his chest and to level a confused stare. “I’d have you fight it off for me,” you answer simply, shaking your head at your boyfriend’s nonsense. “Duh.”
“Duh, huh?” He raises his eyebrows, the half-smirk returning. “What makes you think I’d fight a raging air conditioner unit for you?”
“Because,” you drawl, rolling your eyes, “you’d do anything for me.”
Seungcheol’s head quirks to the side, the smirk growing. “I would, would I?”
“Mhm. You would. Especially,” you add, leaning up to peck the corner of his lips quickly, “for a kiss.”
Your boyfriend’s laugh fills the living room, easily drowning out the movie, and he pulls you closer, tucking you beneath his chin. You wrap your arms around his torso, slowly tuning out the Sultan and Jafar bickering in favor of Seungcheol’s heartbeat, solid and steady. Over time, it had become your lullaby. Even on the bad nights, when he couldn’t find the right words to soothe you, his heartbeat was always there to guide you along. It was sure, unchanging. You felt yourself slowly being drawn back towards sleep again.
Outside, the rain continues to pelt the sides of the house. You imagine everyone else already asleep, and the bed down the hall—with its fluffy pillows and even fluffier comforter—is calling to you. You stifle a yawn, curling in even more. “Can we go to bed?” you ask, trying to blink the sleep from your eyes.
“What? Don’t want to see how the movie ends?”
You limply beat his chest with a lazy fist, eyes fluttering shut. “I already know how the movie ends. Please?”
Seungcheol chuckles again, a hearty rumble in his chest. He digs through the pillows and cushions to find the remote before turning off the television. The sudden lack of movie plunges the room into darkness, the only light coming from the kitchen and the lightning outside.
In a swift and careful motion, Seungcheol stands with you in his arms, still wrapped in the blanket. The arm around your back is strong and steady, as is the one beneath your knees. Your head lulls into the crook of his neck, and you breathe in his scent, something woodsy and lemony and homey all in one.
Before you know it, you’re resting on your side of the bed, the throw blanket replaced by the soft comforter. Seungcheol quickly takes his place on the other side, nestling in close to you. He hooks one arm around your waist, drawing you near, and you tuck your head under his chin once more.
The rain is louder now, the storm building up just to fall apart later. You can feel tendrils of sleep wrapping around you, your breath slowing to an easy pace. You curl into your boyfriend, hands coming to rest by your heart.
“I love you,” he whispers, placing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. You barely hear it over the rain, but it’s enough to make your heart flutter. “I love every part of you.”
Sleepy, you blink up at him. “Every part?” you echo, raising a hand to trail down his jawline.
Seungcheol’s eyes are soft around the edges, as is his wide smile. “Every part,” he repeats, leaning into your touch. “From here, to here, and here.” He punctuates each here with a kiss—on the inside of your wrist, your temple, the apple of your cheek.
“But what about here?” you ask, bringing your hand back from his jaw to tap a single finger on your pouted lips.
A smile spreads, dimples appearing, and his eyes droop soft and happy, a gentle hum on his tongue. He leans forward to close the gap with a tender, chaste kiss. “Especially there.”
Pairing:Choi Seungcheol/S.Coups (Seventeen) x fem!reader
Genre: Smut
Contains: Exhibitionism, possessiveness, making out, hand job, creampie, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, hair pulling, dirty talk, cum eating, marking
Word count:3439
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“She’s really nice, isn’t she?” Seungcheol muses with a small smile playing on his lips as you two head towards the exit of the shop.
Before you can stop yourself, you roll your eyes hard at that remark.
“Then go shopping with her if you like her that much,” you scoff, waving carelessly in the direction of the sales clerk.
“Are you mad?” Seungcheol asks, genuinely confused by your words.
Yes, you’re mad. Not at him, of course, you’re mad at yourself. Recently, you can’t help but feel angry every time someone flirts with him, and he flirts back. No matter how many times you try to get yourself together, boringly repeating time after time that he’s not your man to begin with, it hurts even more.
“Yeah, but don’t worry. It’s me, not you,” you sigh, rubbing your forehead with one of your hands.
“Damn, I can’t believe you just sold me that line,” he laughs out loud, shaking his head in disbelief.
You scoff, hearing that remark, but his joyful laugh’s infectious, and you can’t keep a straight face for long. Soon both of you are practically wheezing, holding onto each other for dear life while bend double from laughing.
“See? It’s all better now that we shared some laughs,” he pants out with a wide smile adorning his face, elbowing you teasingly.
“Yeah, sure, if you say so,” you chuckle, still out of breath as you rise your hands in defeat.
The smile never leaves your lips.
“So, where did you say we’re supposed to go now?” Seungcheol asks, throwing his arm over your shoulders.
That’s when it gets you: you’re utterly fucked.
“Lingerie shop,” you inform him calmly, but inside you’re screaming.
To be frank, the jealousy wasn’t the only problem that recently appeared in your relationship with Seungcheol. Even though you two were normally very comfortable around each other, not too long ago you started to feel that going around half-naked when he’s with you isn’t the best idea. Mostly because you simply cannot trust yourself at this point.
“There it is, the lion’s den,” the man in question announces proudly, gesturing towards the shop.
Once again, you can’t help but smile at his silly antics as you gently smack his arm.
“Honestly, why did I even take you with me,” you sigh, shaking your head with a fake disappointed.
“’Cause you like me,” he shrugs with that sweet smile that makes his eyes disappear in an adorable manner.
Does he even know how close to home he has hit? Probably not.
“Whatever you say,” you manage to say as you try your best to fight back the blush that threatens to blossom on your cheeks.
As you stroll between rails filled with racy nightgowns, corsets, and garter belts, you start to absolutely lose your mind. To say that the thoughts that currently flood your brain are dirty would be an understatement of a century. It takes quite a lot of your self-control to not steal glances at him every five seconds as Seungcheol follows a step behind you, looking around totally unbothered.
“It’s good that there’s such a variety of choices but at the same time I’m afraid it might be too many of them to find the one that screams “me”, you know,” you murmur, raking fingers through your hair.
“What about this one?” Seungcheol asks, showing you a set he just took from the shelf.
It’s made solely from a delicate lace, its design elegant yet sensual, while the colour contrasts with your skin tone perfectly. You can already imagine how good you’d look wearing that.
“Damn, you have a good eye, don’t you,” you say, touching the fabric absent-mindedly.
You have to admit: you’re impressed. You can’t even tell for sure if you yourself would find something that matches your vibe better than the set he just handed you.
“Wanna try it out? I took your size already.”
If you weren’t dumbfounded, then definitely you’re now: he knows your size. Such small piece of information, and yet he remembers that about you.
“Thanks,” you manage to say as you take it from him and walk towards the changing rooms.
Only after closing the door behind you, you can sit for a moment and process all this information you’ve just learned.
“Fuck,” you mutter, rubbing your forehead with your hand.
Not to be that person, but your crush really isn’t getting easier to bear the more unexpected things you learn about him. You decide to quickly check if the set fits and end that disaster of a trip before you manage to embarrass yourself more.
Thankfully, its simple design doesn’t force you to take time with putting it on, so you’re done practically in seconds. You can’t help but smirk slightly as you realize that the lace’s definitely see-through: you can clearly see everything that’s supposed to be covered by the fabric.
“Well damn,” you mutter, looking at your reflection.
Not only you look even better than you thought, you also feel good wearing that set. It hugs your body perfectly, emphasizing your silhouette, the contrast between your skin and the colour of the lace brings more attention to those not-exactly-covered parts of your body.
Suddenly, your mind gets flowed with thoughts concerning a man that accompanies you today.
“How is it?” Seungcheol asks from behind the door – speak of the devil.
Even though you prefer to not acknowledge it on a daily basis, you can’t deny that there’s a lot of sexual tension in your friendship, and it’s not only your fault. In fact, it lingered between you two for years now, but neither of you decided to address that. Today, however, for some reason you can’t bring yourself to act like you usually do. Maybe that’s why you say without a second thought:
“Come in and see yourself.”
For a moment nothing happens, and you’re about to take your words back, feeling regretful, when the door suddenly opens and Seungcheol enters the changing room. To your surprise, he doesn’t look as confident as he usually does: his posture’s a little awkward, cheeks visibly flushed, hands shoved deeply into pockets. Not to mention that he doesn’t really look at you, preferring to burn holes in the floor with his stare instead.
“So? What do you think?” you ask, curiosity evident in your voice.
There’s a part of you that’s greedy for his compliments, the one that wants him to rise his stare and see, truly see how you look right now. The same one that wants to see him begging.
“Well, there isn’t much for me to say. You look beautiful as always,” he says with a nervous chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
You didn’t see him acting like that for quite some time, and you have to admit: you like it. In fact, you want to see more of that bashful Seungcheol who doesn’t know what to do with himself. It’s such a contrast to his usual laid-back self.
“You didn’t even take a proper look at me,” you say teasingly, gesturing towards your chest with one of your hands.
It’s only natural for eyes to follow the movement, and it’s exactly what happens right now as he involuntarily looks up. The pretty blush on his cheeks only deepens as he immediately looks away, clearly mad at himself.
“Believe me, I did. You really do look great,” he answers curtly in a hoarse voice.
“I’ll take my leave, so you can change now.”
It takes only two big steps for you to reach him: using the element of surprise, you cage him against the wall, his back hitting the firm surface with a soft thud. Even though you leave some space between your bodies, that proximity is enough for the fabric of his clothes to brush against your uncovered skin. A shiver runs down your spine.
“What–what are you doing?” he stammers out in a strangled voice, placing both of his big hands on your naked shoulders.
For a moment you think that he’s going to push you away, but he doesn’t – he’s just gaping at you wordlessly. His chest’s moving rapidly as he takes quick and shallow breaths, his muscles are visibly tensed: he’s nervous. You quickly ponder over moving away, but then you look into his eyes, and his hungry gaze simply takes your breath away. He looks like he wants to devour you.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, they say.
“Seungcheol,” you say softly as you take his hands off your shoulders and press them against the wall on his sides.
When you take a step forward and press your body into his teasingly, you feel his unmistakably hard cock pressing against your thigh. A shaky breath leaves your lips as you feel a sudden wave of raw desire flow through your body.
“And what do we have here?” you ask in a slightly hoarse voice as you tilt your head to the side.
A choked groan escapes his puffy lips when you gently rub his crotch with your thigh. You don’t have to wait long for his response, as he quickly starts to roll his hips against your leg on his own.
“I–I don’t know,” he murmurs bashfully, looking away but not stopping nor slowing his movements in the slightest.
This contrast between his ashamed tone of voice and his absolutely shameless behaviour absolutely delights you.
“It must be difficult to endure, being trapped in those tight pants like that,” you sigh as if sympathizing with him in this difficult situation.
You place one of your hands on his hip, while the other one lands on his waist. The rhythm of his movements becomes more regular as you steadily guide him with your hands.
“Maybe I should help you out, hmm?” you ask with a smug as your thumb slowly massages his hipbone.
Even though he’s definitely stronger than you and wouldn’t have any problems with turning the situation to his favour, he doesn’t even try. He simply continues to rub his hardening cock against your thigh while you admire the view in front of you: his cheeks are flushed prettily, eyes unfocused, broad chest rising and falling as he takes irregular breaths.
“Is it because of me, honey?” you muse, pressing your lips against his neck, feeling his galloping pulse.
“Yes,” he simply breathes out in the answer.
Your lips move along his skin higher and higher, you reach his jaw and pepper it with kisses before reaching his lips and stopping mere millimetres away from them.
“Do you want me to kiss you, Seungcheol?” you ask lowly, your lips brushing against his as you speak.
“Yes, please,” he simply murmurs in the answer.
Your head is spinning right now as you try to process the situation. It looks almost exactly like one of the fantasies that you like to ponder over when you’re alone in your bedroom.
“How can I say no when you beg so nicely,” you chuckle softly just before pressing your lips against his.
The kiss is gentle at first, but soon your tongue slips into his hot mouth and starts to curiously explore the unknown territory. Seungcheol doesn’t even try to fight with you: he simply enjoys the attention you’re giving him as if he was waiting for it for a long time.
“Fuck, this is so hot,” you pant out between the kisses, feeling his cock growing harder and harder as he rubs himself against your thigh.
When your lips leave his only to come back to his neck, Seungcheol throws his head back to give you a better access. It’s absolutely thrilling to know that this very minute you’re leaving an evidence of your desire for him on his skin for everyone to see.
“You want me to play with you a little, don’t you?” you ask once again, your body’s practically shaking in desire, but you have to be sure that this is what he wants.
Seungcheol looks you straight in the eyes as he takes one of your hands and presses it against his crotch. You’ve never seen his eyes looking as dark as they do right now.
“There’s nothing I want more right now,” he rasps, grinding against your palm.
“Stop moving then,” you command, releasing your hand from his grasp.
Your fingers are shaking slightly as you undo his pants, and slowly push them down his hips along with the underwear. His cock springs out: clearly more than half-hard already, swollen head shining with pre-cum.
“It wouldn’t be fair to let you have all the fun, you know,” you muse, caressing his flushed length with your fingertips before loosely curling your fingers around it.
“I’d rather have you put that pretty cock inside my pussy as fast as possible.”
You can practically feel his dick hardening in your palm.
“You–you should take the panties off then,” Seungcheol rasps, gaping at you with hungry expression.
A shiver of excitement runs down your spine.
“They’re already ruined, love.”
“What I meant is that it’d be better for you to take them off if you still want to have them in one piece.”
A shaky breath leaves your lips as you realize the meaning behind his words.
“Then you should take care of that yourself,” you shrug with a smirk that disappears almost instantly when Seungcheol’s big hands land on your hips.
The fabric slides down your thighs slowly until it reaches your knees, and he lets it fall down by itself. Before you know it, he’s lifting you up and pressing your back flat against the wall. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, while your hands land on his broad shoulders.
“Excited, aren’t we,” you chuckle, rising a brow as if amused by his impatient behaviour.
In reality, you’re just as impatient as he is, and Seungcheol realizes that the very moment he touches your folds with the tips of his fingers and finds them dripping with arousal. However, it doesn’t seem to be enough for him: his fingers go straight for your clit.
“Fuck, Seungcheol,” you cry out when he starts to massage the swollen bud in tight circles.
You dig your nails into his clothed shoulders as the pleasurable pressure in your body steadily rises. He touches you delicately, without any rush, knowing that it’s crucial for you to be aroused as much as possible. After all, you don’t have any lube to help yourself with. Knowing that, however, doesn’t make you less impatient.
“Seungcheol, honey, I really appreciate what you’re doing right now, but I need your dick,” you rasp, grabbing his chin, so he has to look you in the eyes.
“Right now.”
He gapes at you in silence for a moment before a soft laugh erupts from his throat.
“Do you even have any idea what you’re doing to me,” he says, moving his hand away from your clit.
“I can barely think when I look at you, and then you say such words like it’s nothing. I don’t think I have ever been this horny.”
“Can relate,” you answer with a wink that makes him chuckle once again.
Seungcheol carefully lines the tip of his cock with your entrance and looks up, seeking you permission to continue. When you nod, he starts to slowly slide in, not stopping before he bottoms out. You take a few shaky breaths as you give your body time to get used to the hard dick that just entered it. It’s definitely on the thicker side, stretching your vagina in that specific painful yet pleasurable way. You already know that combined with the clit stimulation, the penetration will feel like heaven.
“You can move,” you say when you feel that you’re ready.
Seungcheol smiles sweetly, his long eyelashes flutter as he gently retreats and enters you again, trying to find a rhythm to satisfy the both of you. It’s obvious that he enjoys it highly: his face all flushed, eyes closed in pleasure, soft whimpers leaving his puffy lips. Even though he gradually speeds up the tempo of thrusts, it doesn’t take long for you to start demanding from him to speed up.
“Good god,” he groans quietly, snapping his hips into yours faster and faster until the only thing that can be heard in the small room is the slapping of your sweaty skin combined with breathy moans and curses.
Your lips travel down his thick neck, leaving both kisses and hickeys as he fucks you hard and fast, filling your pussy seemingly to its limit. His free hand slips between your bodies, and starts to rub your clit, causing you to throw your head back, in the process hitting the wall behind.
“Shit, are you okay?” he asks immediately, clearly worried about you, even though his eyes are visibly clouded by desire.
You, on the other hand, can’t feel absolutely anything besides the overwhelming pleasure that builds in your body, so you can only nod wordlessly and press a kiss to his lips. He must have prepared you a little too good before because you can already feel your high approaching.
“I’m close,” you pant out, feeling your muscles tightening around his cock.
His grip around your waist tightens, and he hides his face in your hair as he continues to mercilessly pound your pussy. His nimble fingers massage your clit in a fast rhythm that causes your hips to move on their own accord.
“Can I come inside you?” Seungcheol whispers into your ear.
“Yes, fuck, yes,” you answer, grabbing a fistful of his locks.
Your muscles tighten around his length impossibly hard as your eyes roll into your head. You were right: it does feel like heaven when your orgasm hits you, leaving you shuddering from pleasure and barely able to think. Seungcheol follows soon: you can feel his dick throbbing and pulsing inside you as he comes. There are tears in his eyes, and he makes such sweet sounds that you want to fuck him again and again until you can’t move a single muscle in your body.
“That was–,“ he starts but doesn’t finish, seemingly lost for words.
You understand him completely – your legs are still shaking when he carefully puts you back on the ground. Since he already retreated, there’s nothing that could stop his seed from seeping out of you.
“Would you look at that mess,” you sigh, shaking your head as his cum slowly drips down your thighs.
Seungcheol’s on his knees in the blink of an eye, looking up at you for a split second before his tongue starts to lap on the skin of your inner thighs. Just when you’re about to tell him that he doesn’t need to, he throws one of your legs over his shoulder and buries his face between your legs.
“Fuck, Seungcheol,” you gasp, grabbing a handful of his hair as he licks your folds like a starved man.
You’re still not over the orgasm you had barely a moment ago, and you can feel another one approaching already. Your legs are shaking from the overstimulation, but you can’t bring yourself to care – it feels way too good.
“Honestly, you and your bloody talented tongue,” you cry out, clinging your fingers into his hair so hard that he lets out a painful moan.
It takes a lot of self-control to release his locks from your grasp, but you manage to do so somehow. Your legs start to shake once again, and you can feel the wave of pleasure approaching: it hits you even stronger than the previous orgasm, as you’re obviously more sensitive than before.
“Seungcheol,” you practically sob as you come right onto his face.
Clearly he’d like to lick your folds some more, but you’re having none of it: you push his face away almost immediately, trying to recover from the second high of the day. You can’t take any more of that, you’re sure of that.
“Thanks,” you say in a shaky voice as you lean against the wall to regain your balance.
The lower half of his face shines from your juices, and you’re not even surprised when he licks his lips before looking up at you.
“I really like you in this set, you know,” he says with an adorable smile adorning him face.
“Yeah, I can see that,” you chuckle, caressing his tangled hair.
“We should go shopping for some more underwear. If you want to, of course.”
You can’t help but laugh out loud at his not-so-subtle suggestion.
“It’ll be my pleasure.”
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