Seventeen Imagines (18+)

Babydoll | S.Coups

Seungcheol takes you lingerie shopping, forgetting that he'll love every single thing just because it's on you.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~5.0k | Pairing: csc x f!chubby!reader | Genre: smut

Warnings: lingerie fetish (mainly when it's on you), semipublic sex, petnames, rich!cheol, sugar daddy vibes but they're in love, cheol knows his lingerie, possessive cheol, praise, descriptions of reader's body, thigh riding, biting, mirror sex, piv sex, creampie, panty stuffing

Reader Notes: chubby, shy but not insecure, has breasts and a vagina

"Right here, baby," Seungcheol nods his head to the right, opening the door to the boutique and waiting for you to walk in ahead of him, ignoring the cursive 'closed' sign hanging on the inside.

The interior is modern, understated, with mannequins of different sizes modeling various pieces of lingerie, a few sticking out to Seungcheol as immediate try-ons. The director appears from a door near the back, smiling kindly when she takes notice of you and Seungcheol and gracefully making her way to the front of the store.

"Mr. Choi, I hope everything is to your liking. Please feel free to give me a call if you require assistance with anything," she says, nodding and smiling at both him and you before slipping out of the front door.

Seungcheol follows after a beat, turning the lock and drawing the curtains hung on both sides of the gallery window.

"Cheol, what's going on?" You ask him, standing where he left you, now cloaked in soft ambient lighting.

"We, my love, are going lingerie shopping," he grins suggestively, returning to your side and taking your hand in both of his. "I know you get shy, so I made some arrangements. Nobody else will be coming in, not while we're here."

You seem stunned for a moment, but this isn't the first time Seungcheol has emptied a building for you and it won't be the last, so eventually, you just smile back and draw him in by the lapel for a kiss.

He presses his lips to yours, releasing your hand so he can grip your fleshy hips and pull you in closer. He loves how you feel in his grasp, loves the thickness of you, the sturdiness, though no matter how sturdy you may be, he still touches you with nothing but the most tender of hands. He feels lucky, blessed, to get to know you in this way, and treating you like the ethereal being you are is all he wants to do.

Well, that and clothe you in fabrics that are just as soft as you.

Silk, lace, chiffon, he wants to see you in them all, and as he pulls away, he lets his eyes traverse the boutique, imagining you in every single piece.

"Let's start with this one," he murmurs, reaching out to rub the cream satin on the mannequin between his fingers, already imagining the warmth of your body under it.

Together, you make your way around the store, Seungcheol holding every negligee and babydoll and romper you pick together over his arm. It feels like he's got most of the inventory by the time you decide to try things on, and he can only follow when you lead him to the changing rooms.

He chose this boutique for a very specific reason - the pedestal and floor-to-ceiling trifold mirror that occupy each dressing room. There's an armchair and a dressing screen placed in the largest, per his request, and after hanging up every piece in the corner where you can reach them, he takes his seat.

The screen is translucent, with gold floral piping and shiny gossamer fabric stretched over each panel, your body just barely visible behind it as you get undressed. His heart skips a beat when you carefully drape your clothes over the top of the screen, and it starts to race as you change into your first set.