[ stayover ]
pairing; seventeen s.coups x reader
genre; smut, dom!seungcheol, over-stimulation, tied up
synopsis; your parents had to settle business affairs overseas, and they’d be gone for three days. they didn’t trust you to stay out of trouble alone, so they dropped you off at seungcheol’s, expecting him to take good care of you for those three days. seungcheol couldn’t contain his needs anymore at this point of time — so he did what he had been wanting to do for months.
word count; 2090 words
✎a/n; oh god what did i just write i need holy water // this is my first time writing hardcore smut so please excuse parts that aren’t smooth-flowing! hope you guys enjoyed this ;)
“Seriously, Mom. I don’t need to be sent anywhere!” you deadpanned. “Three days? I could stay alive for those 72 hours!”
“Really, can you?” your mother sighed, stuffing her last few pieces of needed clothing into her luggage. “The last time I remembered, you nearly burnt down our house and the neighbors had to call us and we spent a shitload of money on that overseas phone call.”
You grumbled. “It’s not exactly my fault that the stove decided to get possessed on that day.”
“Anyway, you’ll stay at Seungcheol’s place for the time being,” your father told you, walking down the stairs while carrying his luggage. “You two are close, so it’ll be fun.”
Your mindset changed almost immediately. Staying at Seungcheol’s place wouldn’t be that bad. You thought they were going to get some babysitter to babysit you.
“Fine,” you relented.
“Go get your belongings,” your mother said. “We’ll be leaving at 6 to drop you off first.”
“Wait, I’m not sending you guys off at the airport?” you asked quizzically.
“Nope. Our other business partners will be there, so I don’t think it’d be comfortable for you.”
“Oh, okay then. It’ll just be awkward if I went,” you cut in, and your mother nodded.
You let out a tired a sigh, before going upstairs to your room to pack some clothes. You then changed out of your homewear into more decent-looking clothes, aka a pullover and jeans.
You slung your backpack over your shoulder and went downstairs after you were done, and it was 5:55pm. How precise.
“You ready?” your parents asked you.
The three of you headed out, and your father started the car, driving off to Seungcheol’s place which was a fifteen-minute drive away.
After arriving at Seungcheol’s place, your father got off the car with you while your mother stayed inside.
The both of you walked up to the front door, and your father knocked thrice. The door opened almost immediately.
“Hello, Mr. Y/SN,” Seungcheol greeted politely. Your father smiled and greeted him back.
“Take good care of Y/N, alright? We’ll be back to pick her up in a few days,” your father said.
“Of course,” Seungcheol assured. With that, you bid your father goodbye and waved to your mother who was still in the car, and entered Seungcheol’s house.
It was exactly the same as the last time you came — still clean and neat.
“C’mon,” Seungcheol said, nodding towards the stairs. “You can go park your stuff in your room.”
You smiled. “Yeah.”
You had been at his place so many times, it’s like your second home. You knew every nook and cranny well, and you’ve stayed over so often that you basically claimed the guest room as yours.
You soon noticed the absence of his parents.
“Where’s your parents?” you asked as you went upstairs, trailing behind Seungcheol.
“Overseas for this whole month,” he told you. “For work.”
He followed you to your room, and leaned on the door frame as you went in and put your bag on your bed.
“Hey, can I take a quick shower?” you asked. “I haven’t bathed today.”
“Of course,” Seungcheol shrugged. “The shower downstairs is kinda broken, though. You’re gonna have to use the one in my room.”
“Sure,” you said easily, grabbing a loose T-shirt and shorts out of your backpack, trying to hide your undergarments in between them so that Seungcheol wouldn’t see it.
You brushed past Seungcheol and walked briskly to his room, getting into the bathroom and locking the door.
You took a quick warm shower, relishing the warm water flowing down your skin. You quickly shampooed and soaped yourself, before rinsing off and drying yourself. You pulled on your white t-shirt which hung loosely around your body, and your black shorts.
You stepped out of the shower and ruffled your damp hair with a towel in an attempt to dry it.
“Seungcheol?” you called out randomly, but to your surprise, there was no reply. He’s probably downstairs, you thought.
After a few minutes of drying your hair, you hung the wet towel on the rack on the toilet wall. You walked towards the door of the room, but before you could get out, Seungcheol barges in, making you stumble a few steps backwards in surprise.
“Jesus Christ,” you sputtered. “What is it?”
Seungcheol slammed the door shut behind him, making you flinch. What the hell?
“Ar-Are you mad?” you asked cautiously, confused. You just bathed, what the heck was going on?
You looked up at Seungcheol, and that was when you noticed the aura in his eyes. His usually soft eyes were now filled with dark lust.
You became a nervous wreck. You could easily tell what was going on now. He wanted you. No doubt, you yourself had been having dirty fantasies about you and Seungcheol, too. You had imagined what it would be like you have Seungcheol all over you, his cock slamming in and out of you as you screamed his name. You two have been extremely close since young, but it never got anywhere. You liked him way more as a friend, but nothing was ever said about that, and you had been doing a fairly good job at pretending you felt nothing for him.
Seungcheol’s breathing was heavy. You eyed him hesitantly.
“I’m so sorry, but I can’t hold it back anymore,” he grumbled. Before you could comprehend what he said, he swiftly closed in on you. You let out a surprised yelp as he caged you against the wall, his muscular arms on both sides of you.
“What the hell, Seungcheol?!” you exclaimed. He smirked.
“Language, babe,” he purred.
You placed your palms on his chest as you attempted to push him off, but to no avail. This wasn’t right, you kept telling yourself.
“Seungcheol, get back,” you told him, pushing him once again. In one swift move, he grabbed both your wrists, pinning them onto the wall by your side.
“Don’t tell me this isn’t what you want,” he says in a low tone, sending shivers down your spine.
“It isn’t,” you affirmed, keeping your voice as steady as possible.
“Your body says otherwise, baby,” he husked.
You knew he was right. Your knees were already becoming weak, and you were clenching your thighs together to hold down the arousal you were feeling.
You didn’t respond, you just tried freeing your arms from his grip. That only resulted in him holding onto you tighter, his nails almost digging into your skin, and you knew it was going to leave marks.
“Let go off me, I swear,” you said sternly, wriggling your arms.
“Don’t try to act innocent now, Y/N.” Seungcheol leaned in to my ear. “Hiding your fantasies in your unlocked phone isn’t a very safe idea.”
“That’s an invasion of privacy!” you retorted.
“You know you want this,” Seungcheol whispers seductively into your ear, totally ignoring whatever you said. He loosened his grip on one of your wrists, and you took that chance to pull away from him, escaping from the cage between him and the wall.
You were sweating now, your knees wobbly from how turned on you were. You were extremely horny and needy. But you knew this wasn’t right.
Seungcheol slowly turns to face you, who was now a panting mess.
He grins. “Looks like I have to tie you up so that you won’t run.”
He takes two large strides towards you and pushes you down onto the bed, easily holding both your wrists in one hand. Struggling did nothing but drain your energy. He grabs rope from under his bed and coils them around your wrist before tying it to the headboard.
“Fuck, Seungcheol!” you exclaimed. “Untie me!”
“No can do, princess,” Seungcheol says, hovering over you. “You haven’t been a good girl.”
You gulped. Seungcheol went right for your neck, sucking on your skin as you bit your lips, holding back the moans which threatened to spill out from your mouth. He grabs your thin shirt and rips it, throwing it aside. He unclasps your bra too, and it joins your shirt on the floor.
His hand slithered down to your shorts, swiftly removing it. His fingers rubbed against your clothed heat, immediately feeling the moisture. You whimpered, feeling him smirk against your skin.
“So wet already, huh?” he teased, pushing your panties aside as he forced two digits into you without warning.
You let out a yelp, your back arching. “Fuck! Seungcheol, please!” you cried out.
Seungcheol’s lips leaves your skin as he sits up, a satisfied grin plastered on his face. “Please what?”
You groaned loudly as he quickened his pace, his long, slender fingers pushing in and out of you like there’s no tomorrow.
You cummed and Seungcheol pulls his fingers out of you, which were now coated with your juices. He licks them clean.
“You taste heavenly.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling utterly empty already. Your tied up hands fumbled around for something to hold onto, but when there was nothing, you clenched your fists together instead. Seungcheol sat there, smirking, staring.
“Seu-Seungcheol,” you rasped. “Don’t fucking stop like that.”
Seungcheol grins. “I thought you didn’t want it.” His fingers ghosted over your naked body.
“Well, now I do,” you said.
“You what?” he teases again, and you pressed your thighs against each other, trying to create friction.
“I fucking want you, Seungcheol!” you shout out, desperate for his touch at your throbbing clit.
Seungcheol smirks. “Now that’s a good girl. But you’re going to have to be patient.”
His fingers goes back to your heat, and he plays around with your entrance. You whimpered. “Please.”
“So nice to see you so vulnerable like this,” he grins. “Literally begging for me.”
He removes his shirt and shorts, pulling down his underwear. His large member springs out, already hard. He positions it in front of your mouth before pushing it in. His cock hits the back of your mouth, and you gag. The vibrations made him let out a moan.
“Fuck, yes, just like that,” he growled, his hand fisting in your hair as he continued thrusting in your mouth. You felt his cock twitch, and his seeds spilled out into your mouth. You choked.
“Swallow it all, baby,” he orders, and you do. The bitter aftertaste wasn’t pleasant.
“Good girl,” he compliments. “Now let’s get to business.”
You eagerly nod as he positions himself at your entrance, before slamming into you at full force. There was no time to slowly get used to his size. Seungcheol repeatedly thrusted into you, his member hitting your g-spot every single time. You let out a loud strangled moan, your back arching as your arms clawed at nothing but air. You wanted so desperately to free yourself so that you could touch him.
Seungcheol started sucking on your sweet spot again, not slowing down his pace.
“FUCK!” you cried, your orgasm hitting you like a wave. However, Seungcheol was far from being done. He continued.
After what felt like an eternity, Seungcheol cummed again inside of you, and you were suddenly aware of the fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom. Lucky you were on the pill.
Seungcheol pulled out of you, and you tried to control your ragged breathing. You were extremely sensitive, and you felt like you were seeing stars.
“C-can you untie me now?” you stuttered unsteadily. Two orgasms in a row was not easily to handle for you.
Seungcheol shakes his head. “My baby can handle one more, right?”
You widen your eyes. Seungcheol places his mouth right in front of your entrance as his tongue teasingly flicks in and out. You moan.
“No more, please,” you beg. “I can’t take anymore.”
“Sure you can,” he says, pressing his tongue flat on your heat, giving it a long lick. You cried out, whimpering from the immense pleasure.
Seungcheol stuck three digits in this time, and started pumping. Your legs struggled to keep themselves still and your body jolted as Seungcheol increased his pace quickly.
“How does my baby like this, huh?” he says, and your response was a loud scream of his name. Seungcheol smiles smugly. “No one else can make you scream like that.”
You came for the third time, and this time you could really no longer feel your body. Seungcheol unties your wrists, and you let them fall limply to your sides as you curled up into a ball.
“That must’ve hurt, sorry,” Seungcheol says apologetically, noticing the harsh red marks on your skin. He was back to his usual caring self.
You shook your head, smiling lightly although you were dead-tired. Seungcheol grabs the sheets and pulls them over you, before lying beside you.
“Sweet dreams, princess,” he coos, wrapping you in a tight hug.
Aftercare tomorrow was gonna be long.