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what if i said i want to be sandwiched between them

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so many drafts,,, not enough words written >_<

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hands to myself [c.sc]

★ MDNI, 18+ ★ SUMMARY | seungcheol can't keep his hands to himself. i mean, he could, but why would he want to? ★ PAIRING | boyfriend!seungcheol x fem!reader ★ CONTENT | pwp, inappropriate touching in an elevator with people around (lmao), semi-public sex, car sex, nipple play, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex (dont) ★ WC | 2.1k ★ A/N | yay im back to writing again. hope you enjoy this!

y/n: where are you? cheol: elevator, baby :)

You tucked your phone in your bag before standing from your desk. You neatly organized your stuff before walking near the elevator shaft while waiting for your boyfriend.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, revealing your handsome boyfriend.

Seungcheol flashed you his signature smile. His arms open, waiting for you to engulf yourself in them, which you gladly ran into. He wrapped his arms around your waist, lightly lifting you off your feet. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his musky scent.

“Missed you, baby,” Seungcheol mumbled, slightly swaying your bodies into the hug. “How was work today?”

You pulled away from his neck, eyes scanning his frame. He was clad in a black polo shirt, neatly tucked into his pants. “Tiring.” You responded, placing your hands flat against his chest. He took this moment to reach behind you and push the elevator button for basement parking.

Seungcheol’s eyes roamed over your body. Your white polo is perfectly snug on your waist, bringing out your curves. Your black bra peeking through the sheer fabric of your shirt, giving him a sneak peek of your perky breasts. Your black pencil skirt hugging your ass deliciously. He unconsciously licked his lips as he shamelessly checked you out.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his gaze, tiptoeing to place a sweet peck on his lips. The elevator halted on a random floor. You turned around in his clutch as a group of people entered the tiny metal box. You were pushed against the crowd, your backside pushing against your boyfriend’s crotch. His manly arms caught you from tripping. Turning your head, you flashed him a thankful smile. In which he pressed his lips against your temple in return.

The elevator ride was excruciatingly slow for Seungcheol. He silently cursed that you were nearly on the highest floor. His dick grew hard as every floor passed. He wondered if you could feel him; you probably could, but didn’t say anything. As more people filled the elevator, your body pressed flush against his even more. It didn’t help that you kept wiggling your ass against his already hard cock.

Little did he know, you did feel everything. Your breath got caught in your throat the first time you felt it. Your fingers digging into your palms as you felt him grow beneath you. You glanced at the tiny screen that displayed the floor number—fifteen. How was time so slow?

People started gradually getting off the elevator at each floor. You pulled away from Seungcheol’s chest, letting out a tiny cough in the process. He smirked behind you, reading your body language all too well. He began to kneel behind you, reaching for his shoe laces. You didn’t mind it until you felt his cold fingers on your ankle, making your eyes widen. He slowly danced his fingers up to your legs, making it seem like he was done tying his laces. He continued to drag his fingers until he reached your thighs, slipping them underneath your skirt until he stopped in between your legs. You glanced around the elevator, checking if anyone could notice what your dirty boyfriend was up to. You released a shaky breath as you realised everyone was scrolling on their phones or having different silent conversations.

Seungcheol’s rough fingers made contact with your already soaked panties. You let out a tiny gasp, head swiveling to face him. He had a cocky smile on his lips. His lips moved towards your ear.

“Already so wet for me?” He whispered. His deep voice shot sparks throughout your body. You shot him a playful glare before returning your focus to the screen before you.

Five.

Seungcheol pushed his hand further between your thighs, his fingers tracing your slit through your underwear.

Four.

He slowly drew lazy circles on your clothed core. You bit your lip to prevent any noise from spilling from your lips.

Three.

Your eyes roamed around the elevator once more, checking if anyone can see your boyfriend’s hand up your ass. Thankful for the lack of cameras inside.

Two.

Seungcheol pushed your underwear aside, collecting your arousal with his finger. Tiny crescents formed on your palm as you continued to dig your fingers into your skin, needing to relieve any tension.

One.

He slipped his fingers between your folds, but he didn’t insert them, just resting them between your lips.

Basement.

The soft ding of the elevator pulled you out of your trance. Seungcheol quickly pulled his hand from your underwear and straightened his posture. You tried casually fixing your skirt to prevent any suspicion. People started flooding out of the elevator. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding before glancing at your boyfriend, who had a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

Seungcheol grabbed your hand with his dry one before guiding you to where he parked his car. Conveniently enough, he was parked on the far side of the basement, barely surrounded by vehicles. You walked to the shotgun seat, but his hand blocked you from opening the door. Instead, he opened the door in the passenger seat.

“Get in,” Seungcheol murmured. You looked at him, confused, before sliding in. You were even more surprised when he climbed in with you.

“What are you—“ You could barely finish your sentence before he hoisted your body so that you were sitting on his lap, straddling his thighs while facing him.

“I can’t wait until we get home, pretty. I need you now.” Seungcheol grumbled. His mouth instantly found yours, greedily capturing your lips. Your hands flew to grip his hair while his found your hips. “Wanted to fuck you then and there at the elevator.” His hands slid to grip your ass, pushing your hips against his. Your skirt ruched up your thighs, giving him a complete view of your already soaked underwear. “You’re fucking soaked, huh?”

You glared at him, as if he weren’t the complete reason you were practically dripping right now. “Are you gonna do something about it?”

“On it, baby.” Seungcheol wrapped his fingers around the waistband of your skirt and your underwear, swiftly pulling them down your legs with your help in the process. You sat back down on his lap, your arousal sticking to his pants. His hands reached for the top button of your blouse before he turned, frustrated with the number of buttons. In a swift motion, he pulled apart the fabric, buttons flying around the car. You gasped at his suddenness, weakly slapping his shoulder.

“That was expensive!”

“I’ll buy you ten more of those,” Seungcheol mumbled, eyes falling to your newly exposed chest. Your tiny black lace bra is tempting him to sin. He leaned down to your chest, lips brushing the hill of your breasts before placing soft kisses on them.

You sighed in content, your hand gripping his hair as he peppered your chest affectionately. His hands snaked behind your back, hastily unclasping your bra. The thin fabric falling from your shoulders and quickly tossed aside. He wasted no time latching his mouth around your nipple, licking and sucking the sensitive bud eagerly as if he had been waiting for it all day. Tiny moans left your lips. He certainly knew how to make you feel weak.

Seungcheol placed his hand on the small of your back, while his other free hand softly caressed your other breast. His rough fingers twisting your nipples, you couldn’t help but arch your back, further pushing your chest into his mouth. His cock violently hard beneath your core with every sound you made.

“Cheol,” You whined, fingers reaching for the hem of his shirt, tugging at it. He took the signal and pulled away from your chest, a string of spit forming. He let you pull his shirt off his body. Your hands roamed his chest, adoring your boyfriend’s body. He’s perfect.

Seungcheol smirked at your sparkling eyes. He quickly undid the button of his pants before slipping them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang against his stomach and you licked your lips at the sight. His tip was red and twitching, precum was leaking from his slit. Your hand reached to pump his cock but he prevented you from doing so.

“Lift your hips, baby.” He commanded, and you did as you were told. Kneeling in front of him, he leaned down and pressed a kiss on your stomach. You gasped, legs nearly giving up. He snaked his hand between your thighs before guiding you back down on his lap. He collected your arousal with his fingers before easing two fingers into you.

You moaned, resting your forehead on his shoulder as he skillfully worked his fingers inside you. Pumping them in and out of you in a way that makes your legs shake. Curling them ever so slightly that it makes the pit in your stomach form.

“Always so tight for me,” Seungcheol grunted. His other hand reached to grasp your hair, but not enough to hurt you, making you face him. “My pretty girl always takes my fingers so well, huh?”

You merely nodded at his words, your fingers digging into his shoulder. He continued his addicting pace, pulling out only to rub your clit before inserting them in again. You nearly cried as he added his thumb to the mix. Rubbing circles on the sensitive bud, your hips bucking to meet his touch. 

Seungcheol felt your insides clench as he quickened his pace. Your mouth drops open, unable to make any sound as he works you through it. Fingers fucking you deliciously, your hips grinding against his palm.

“You look so beautiful like this, fuck—“ He pressed his lips against yours, tongue exploring your entire mouth. Your stomach was coiling at the intense pleasure.

“Please,” You whimpered. Your orgasm is peeking through. The windows started to fog from the warmth you two were exhibiting.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me.” That was all the encouragement you needed before your walls tightened, releasing all over his hand. You chanted curse words, and his fingers helped you through it. His pace dying down when your legs began twitching, pulling his fingers from you before placing them into his mouth. “Absolutely delicious.” He muttered before reaching down to his cock and pumping them. “Think you’re ready for me?”

You meekly nodded, weakly lifting your hips to align his tip with your entrance. He guided his length to your core, rubbing the head along your folds, collecting your arousal. You bit your lip at the sensation before his hand guided your hips down to his cock.

You moaned out his name, grabbing onto his shoulders for support while his eyes gazed upon your fucked out face.

“Holy shit, how are you still so tight for me?” Seungcheol grunted once his length was fully deep inside your walls. Both of his hands landed on your hips, and once you got used to his size, he carefully guided you up and down on his length.

“Oh god!” You cried out, tears welling in your eyes as his cock split you in half. Even after all this time you were still surprised at his massive cock. Your toes curled as he lifted you before jerking you down again. The car was surely shaking from riding his cock but you didn’t care. He felt so fucking good and you needed more.

Sweat beads down Seungcheol’s forehead as you continue to grind your hips on him. His eyes darted to your chest as your breasts bounced with your every movement. You throw your head back, legs burning from fucking yourself on his cock. You were too desperate to chase after your high, and he loved it. He loved it when you used his cock just to make you feel good.

“Fuck, fuck, Cheol, please.” You begged, lifting your head to face him. He nodded before placing his lips against your chest, sucking on the skin before trailing down to capture your nipple once more. “So fucking close.” You began frantically grinding your hips against his. You almost looked insane, but you couldn’t care less.

You felt his cock twitch inside you, pulsating and you continued to grind your hips. Your thighs began to shake as you clenched around him. You started panting as he continued to suck and lick your nipple, switching between breasts.

“I can’t—I’m gonna, fuck!” You cried out. Your orgasm spilling out of you. Your walls closed in on his cock as you reached your high.

“Me too, baby,” Seungcheol grunted, his hands continued to guide you on his cock as white spurts of his cum exploded inside you. “S-shit, you’re gonna milk me dry.”

Out of breath, you rested your head against his sweaty chest while he lazily drew comforting patterns on your back. His cum dripped from your cunt as he pulled his dick out of you.

“My perfect girl, I couldn’t keep my hands to myself.” 

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── .✦ nct dream reacts to you doing the “my current boyfriend” prank on them

A/N | cute trend on tiktok :D

★ mark.

“dude, what did you just say?” mark blinked at you, confused as soon as he heard the words leave your lips. he tried to play it cool, but his knees nearly buckled at the thought of him just being your current boyfriend. “is this some kind of joke?”

★ renjun.

“excuse me?” renjun raised his eyebrow. he had the sassiest expression ever when you dropped the “current boyfriend” bomb. he narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms at you, “you wanna say that again?”

★ jeno.

“am i hearing you correctly?” jeno nearly dropped the drink he had the second he overheard your phone call. his jaw clenched, taking strides towards you. “you better correct yourself, baby, people might think they have a shot with you.”

★ haechan.

“you think you’re so funny, huh?” haechan scoffed, pressing his tongue against his cheek, the little habit he does when he’s getting angry. “if i called you my current girlfriend, i’d be getting my ass kicked, so you better take that back.”

★ jaemin.

“princess, did you say that right?” jaemin frowned. his doe eyes staring right at you. his brows furrowed when you didn’t say a word. his expression was weary as he processed what you had just called him “you meant forever boyfriend… right?”

★ chenle.

“is this a prank? because it’s not funny.” chenle deadpanned, looking at you dead in the eye as if he was waiting for you to start laughing. “we’re getting married, none of that current boyfriend shit.”

★ jisung.

“please take that back,” jisung almost whined, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck. he was already pouting against your skin, “say you’re joking, please.”

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hands to myself [c.sc]

★ MDNI, 18+ ★ SUMMARY | seungcheol can't keep his hands to himself. i mean, he could, but why would he want to? ★ PAIRING | boyfriend!seungcheol x fem!reader ★ CONTENT | pwp, inappropriate touching in an elevator with people around (lmao), semi-public sex, car sex, nipple play, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex (dont) ★ WC | 2.1k ★ A/N | yay im back to writing again. hope you enjoy this!

y/n: where are you? cheol: elevator, baby :)

You tucked your phone in your bag before standing from your desk. You neatly organized your stuff before walking near the elevator shaft while waiting for your boyfriend.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, revealing your handsome boyfriend.

Seungcheol flashed you his signature smile. His arms open, waiting for you to engulf yourself in them, which you gladly ran into. He wrapped his arms around your waist, lightly lifting you off your feet. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his musky scent.

“Missed you, baby,” Seungcheol mumbled, slightly swaying your bodies into the hug. “How was work today?”

You pulled away from his neck, eyes scanning his frame. He was clad in a black polo shirt, neatly tucked into his pants. “Tiring.” You responded, placing your hands flat against his chest. He took this moment to reach behind you and push the elevator button for basement parking.

Seungcheol’s eyes roamed over your body. Your white polo is perfectly snug on your waist, bringing out your curves. Your black bra peeking through the sheer fabric of your shirt, giving him a sneak peek of your perky breasts. Your black pencil skirt hugging your ass deliciously. He unconsciously licked his lips as he shamelessly checked you out.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his gaze, tiptoeing to place a sweet peck on his lips. The elevator halted on a random floor. You turned around in his clutch as a group of people entered the tiny metal box. You were pushed against the crowd, your backside pushing against your boyfriend’s crotch. His manly arms caught you from tripping. Turning your head, you flashed him a thankful smile. In which he pressed his lips against your temple in return.

The elevator ride was excruciatingly slow for Seungcheol. He silently cursed that you were nearly on the highest floor. His dick grew hard as every floor passed. He wondered if you could feel him; you probably could, but didn’t say anything. As more people filled the elevator, your body pressed flush against his even more. It didn’t help that you kept wiggling your ass against his already hard cock.

Little did he know, you did feel everything. Your breath got caught in your throat the first time you felt it. Your fingers digging into your palms as you felt him grow beneath you. You glanced at the tiny screen that displayed the floor number—fifteen. How was time so slow?

People started gradually getting off the elevator at each floor. You pulled away from Seungcheol’s chest, letting out a tiny cough in the process. He smirked behind you, reading your body language all too well. He began to kneel behind you, reaching for his shoe laces. You didn’t mind it until you felt his cold fingers on your ankle, making your eyes widen. He slowly danced his fingers up to your legs, making it seem like he was done tying his laces. He continued to drag his fingers until he reached your thighs, slipping them underneath your skirt until he stopped in between your legs. You glanced around the elevator, checking if anyone could notice what your dirty boyfriend was up to. You released a shaky breath as you realised everyone was scrolling on their phones or having different silent conversations.

Seungcheol’s rough fingers made contact with your already soaked panties. You let out a tiny gasp, head swiveling to face him. He had a cocky smile on his lips. His lips moved towards your ear.

“Already so wet for me?” He whispered. His deep voice shot sparks throughout your body. You shot him a playful glare before returning your focus to the screen before you.

Five.

Seungcheol pushed his hand further between your thighs, his fingers tracing your slit through your underwear.

Four.

He slowly drew lazy circles on your clothed core. You bit your lip to prevent any noise from spilling from your lips.

Three.

Your eyes roamed around the elevator once more, checking if anyone can see your boyfriend’s hand up your ass. Thankful for the lack of cameras inside.

Two.

Seungcheol pushed your underwear aside, collecting your arousal with his finger. Tiny crescents formed on your palm as you continued to dig your fingers into your skin, needing to relieve any tension.

One.

He slipped his fingers between your folds, but he didn’t insert them, just resting them between your lips.

Basement.

The soft ding of the elevator pulled you out of your trance. Seungcheol quickly pulled his hand from your underwear and straightened his posture. You tried casually fixing your skirt to prevent any suspicion. People started flooding out of the elevator. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding before glancing at your boyfriend, who had a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

Seungcheol grabbed your hand with his dry one before guiding you to where he parked his car. Conveniently enough, he was parked on the far side of the basement, barely surrounded by vehicles. You walked to the shotgun seat, but his hand blocked you from opening the door. Instead, he opened the door in the passenger seat.

“Get in,” Seungcheol murmured. You looked at him, confused, before sliding in. You were even more surprised when he climbed in with you.

“What are you—“ You could barely finish your sentence before he hoisted your body so that you were sitting on his lap, straddling his thighs while facing him.

“I can’t wait until we get home, pretty. I need you now.” Seungcheol grumbled. His mouth instantly found yours, greedily capturing your lips. Your hands flew to grip his hair while his found your hips. “Wanted to fuck you then and there at the elevator.” His hands slid to grip your ass, pushing your hips against his. Your skirt ruched up your thighs, giving him a complete view of your already soaked underwear. “You’re fucking soaked, huh?”

You glared at him, as if he weren’t the complete reason you were practically dripping right now. “Are you gonna do something about it?”

“On it, baby.” Seungcheol wrapped his fingers around the waistband of your skirt and your underwear, swiftly pulling them down your legs with your help in the process. You sat back down on his lap, your arousal sticking to his pants. His hands reached for the top button of your blouse before he turned, frustrated with the number of buttons. In a swift motion, he pulled apart the fabric, buttons flying around the car. You gasped at his suddenness, weakly slapping his shoulder.

“That was expensive!”

“I’ll buy you ten more of those,” Seungcheol mumbled, eyes falling to your newly exposed chest. Your tiny black lace bra is tempting him to sin. He leaned down to your chest, lips brushing the hill of your breasts before placing soft kisses on them.

You sighed content, your hand gripping his hair as he peppered your chest affectionately. His hands snaked behind your back, hastily unclasping your bra. The thin fabric falling from your shoulders and quickly tossed aside. He wasted no time latching his mouth around your nipple, licking and sucking the sensitive bud eagerly as if he had been waiting for it all day. Tiny moans left your lips. He certainly knew how to make you feel weak.

Seungcheol placed his hand on the small of your back, while his other free hand softly caressed your other breast. His rough fingers twisting your nipples, you couldn’t help but arch your back, further pushing your chest into his mouth. His cock violently hard beneath your core with every sound you made.

“Cheol,” You whined, fingers reaching for the hem of his shirt, tugging at it. He took the signal and pulled away from your chest, a string of spit forming. He let you pull his shirt off his body. Your hands roamed his chest, adoring your boyfriend’s body. He’s perfect.

Seungcheol smirked at your sparkling eyes. He quickly undid the button of his pants before slipping them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang against his stomach and you licked your lips at the sight. His tip was red and twitching, precum was leaking from his slit. Your hand reached to pump his cock but he prevented you from doing so.

“Lift your hips, baby.” He commanded, and you did as you were told. Kneeling in front of him, he leaned down and pressed a kiss on your stomach. You gasped, legs nearly giving up. He snaked his hand between your thighs before guiding you back down on his lap. He collected your arousal with his fingers before easing two fingers into you.

You moaned, resting your forehead on his shoulder as he skillfully worked his fingers inside you. Pumping them in and out of you in a way that makes your legs shake. Curling them ever so slightly that it makes the pit in your stomach form.

“Always so tight for me,” Seungcheol grunted. His other hand reached to grasp your hair, but not enough to hurt you, making you face him. “My pretty girl always takes my fingers so well, huh?”

You merely nodded at his words, your fingers digging into his shoulder. He continued his addicting pace, pulling out only to rub your clit before inserting them in again. You nearly cried as he added his thumb to the mix. Rubbing circles on the sensitive bud, your hips bucking to meet his touch. 

Seungcheol felt your insides clench as he quickened his pace. Your mouth drops open, unable to make any sound as he works you through it. Fingers fucking you deliciously, your hips grinding against his palm.

“You look so beautiful like this, fuck—“ He pressed his lips against yours, tongue exploring your entire mouth. Your stomach was coiling at the intense pleasure.

“Please,” You whimpered. Your orgasm is peeking through. The windows started to fog from the warmth you two were exhibiting.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me.” That was all the encouragement you needed before your walls tightened, releasing all over his hand. You chanted curse words, and his fingers helped you through it. His pace dying down when your legs began twitching, pulling his fingers from you before placing them into his mouth. “Absolutely delicious.” He muttered before reaching down to his cock and pumping them. “Think you’re ready for me?”

You meekly nodded, weakly lifting your hips to align his tip with your entrance. He guided his length to your core, rubbing the head along your folds, collecting your arousal. You bit your lip at the sensation before his hand guided your hips down to his cock.

You moaned out his name, grabbing onto his shoulders for support while his eyes gazed upon your fucked out face.

“Holy shit, how are you still so tight for me?” Seungcheol grunted once his length was fully deep inside your walls. Both of his hands landed on your hips, and once you got used to his size, he carefully guided you up and down on his length.

“Oh god!” You cried out, tears welling in your eyes as his cock split you in half. Even after all this time you were still surprised at his massive cock. Your toes curled as he lifted you before jerking you down again. The car was surely shaking from riding his cock but you didn’t care. He felt so fucking good and you needed more.

Sweat beads down Seungcheol’s forehead as you continue to grind your hips on him. His eyes darted to your chest as your breasts bounced with your every movement. You throw your head back, legs burning from fucking yourself on his cock. You were too desperate to chase after your high, and he loved it. He loved it when you used his cock just to make you feel good.

“Fuck, fuck, Cheol, please.” You begged, lifting your head to face him. He nodded before placing his lips against your chest, sucking on the skin before trailing down to capture your nipple once more. “So fucking close.” You began frantically grinding your hips against his. You almost looked insane, but you couldn’t care less.

You felt his cock twitch inside you, pulsating and you continued to grind your hips. Your thighs began to shake as you clenched around him. You started panting as he continued to suck and lick your nipple, switching between breasts.

“I can’t—I’m gonna, fuck!” You cried out. Your orgasm spilling out of you. Your walls closed in on his cock as you reached your high.

“Me too, baby,” Seungcheol grunted, his hands continued to guide you on his cock as white spurts of his cum exploded inside you. “S-shit, you’re gonna milk me dry.”

Out of breath, you rested your head against his sweaty chest while he lazily drew comforting patterns on your back. His cum dripped from your cunt as he pulled his dick out of you.

“My perfect girl, I couldn’t keep my hands to myself.” 

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maybe a seungcheol picking up Y/n from work and not being able to bear seeing her in business clothes and looking like a "business woman"

thank you for the request!! terribly sorry it took me so long

you can find it here :) hope you like it!

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hands to myself [c.sc]

★ MDNI, 18+ ★ SUMMARY | seungcheol can't keep his hands to himself. i mean, he could, but why would he want to? ★ PAIRING | boyfriend!seungcheol x fem!reader ★ CONTENT | pwp, inappropriate touching in an elevator with people around (lmao), semi-public sex, car sex, nipple play, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex (dont) ★ WC | 2.1k ★ A/N | yay im back to writing again. hope you enjoy this!

y/n: where are you? cheol: elevator, baby :)

You tucked your phone in your bag before standing from your desk. You neatly organized your stuff before walking near the elevator shaft while waiting for your boyfriend.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, revealing your handsome boyfriend.

Seungcheol flashed you his signature smile. His arms open, waiting for you to engulf yourself in them, which you gladly ran into. He wrapped his arms around your waist, lightly lifting you off your feet. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his musky scent.

“Missed you, baby,” Seungcheol mumbled, slightly swaying your bodies into the hug. “How was work today?”

You pulled away from his neck, eyes scanning his frame. He was clad in a black polo shirt, neatly tucked into his pants. “Tiring.” You responded, placing your hands flat against his chest. He took this moment to reach behind you and push the elevator button for basement parking.

Seungcheol’s eyes roamed over your body. Your white polo is perfectly snug on your waist, bringing out your curves. Your black bra peeking through the sheer fabric of your shirt, giving him a sneak peek of your perky breasts. Your black pencil skirt hugging your ass deliciously. He unconsciously licked his lips as he shamelessly checked you out.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his gaze, tiptoeing to place a sweet peck on his lips. The elevator halted on a random floor. You turned around in his clutch as a group of people entered the tiny metal box. You were pushed against the crowd, your backside pushing against your boyfriend’s crotch. His manly arms caught you from tripping. Turning your head, you flashed him a thankful smile. In which he pressed his lips against your temple in return.

The elevator ride was excruciatingly slow for Seungcheol. He silently cursed that you were nearly on the highest floor. His dick grew hard as every floor passed. He wondered if you could feel him; you probably could, but didn’t say anything. As more people filled the elevator, your body pressed flush against his even more. It didn’t help that you kept wiggling your ass against his already hard cock.

Little did he know, you did feel everything. Your breath got caught in your throat the first time you felt it. Your fingers digging into your palms as you felt him grow beneath you. You glanced at the tiny screen that displayed the floor number—fifteen. How was time so slow?

People started gradually getting off the elevator at each floor. You pulled away from Seungcheol’s chest, letting out a tiny cough in the process. He smirked behind you, reading your body language all too well. He began to kneel behind you, reaching for his shoe laces. You didn’t mind it until you felt his cold fingers on your ankle, making your eyes widen. He slowly danced his fingers up to your legs, making it seem like he was done tying his laces. He continued to drag his fingers until he reached your thighs, slipping them underneath your skirt until he stopped in between your legs. You glanced around the elevator, checking if anyone could notice what your dirty boyfriend was up to. You released a shaky breath as you realised everyone was scrolling on their phones or having different silent conversations.

Seungcheol’s rough fingers made contact with your already soaked panties. You let out a tiny gasp, head swiveling to face him. He had a cocky smile on his lips. His lips moved towards your ear.

“Already so wet for me?” He whispered. His deep voice shot sparks throughout your body. You shot him a playful glare before returning your focus to the screen before you.

Five.

Seungcheol pushed his hand further between your thighs, his fingers tracing your slit through your underwear.

Four.

He slowly drew lazy circles on your clothed core. You bit your lip to prevent any noise from spilling from your lips.

Three.

Your eyes roamed around the elevator once more, checking if anyone can see your boyfriend’s hand up your ass. Thankful for the lack of cameras inside.

Two.

Seungcheol pushed your underwear aside, collecting your arousal with his finger. Tiny crescents formed on your palm as you continued to dig your fingers into your skin, needing to relieve any tension.

One.

He slipped his fingers between your folds, but he didn’t insert them, just resting them between your lips.

Basement.

The soft ding of the elevator pulled you out of your trance. Seungcheol quickly pulled his hand from your underwear and straightened his posture. You tried casually fixing your skirt to prevent any suspicion. People started flooding out of the elevator. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding before glancing at your boyfriend, who had a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

Seungcheol grabbed your hand with his dry one before guiding you to where he parked his car. Conveniently enough, he was parked on the far side of the basement, barely surrounded by vehicles. You walked to the shotgun seat, but his hand blocked you from opening the door. Instead, he opened the door in the passenger seat.

“Get in,” Seungcheol murmured. You looked at him, confused, before sliding in. You were even more surprised when he climbed in with you.

“What are you—“ You could barely finish your sentence before he hoisted your body so that you were sitting on his lap, straddling his thighs while facing him.

“I can’t wait until we get home, pretty. I need you now.” Seungcheol grumbled. His mouth instantly found yours, greedily capturing your lips. Your hands flew to grip his hair while his found your hips. “Wanted to fuck you then and there at the elevator.” His hands slid to grip your ass, pushing your hips against his. Your skirt ruched up your thighs, giving him a complete view of your already soaked underwear. “You’re fucking soaked, huh?”

You glared at him, as if he weren’t the complete reason you were practically dripping right now. “Are you gonna do something about it?”

“On it, baby.” Seungcheol wrapped his fingers around the waistband of your skirt and your underwear, swiftly pulling them down your legs with your help in the process. You sat back down on his lap, your arousal sticking to his pants. His hands reached for the top button of your blouse before he turned, frustrated with the number of buttons. In a swift motion, he pulled apart the fabric, buttons flying around the car. You gasped at his suddenness, weakly slapping his shoulder.

“That was expensive!”

“I’ll buy you ten more of those,” Seungcheol mumbled, eyes falling to your newly exposed chest. Your tiny black lace bra is tempting him to sin. He leaned down to your chest, lips brushing the hill of your breasts before placing soft kisses on them.

You sighed in content, your hand gripping his hair as he peppered your chest affectionately. His hands snaked behind your back, hastily unclasping your bra. The thin fabric falling from your shoulders and quickly tossed aside. He wasted no time latching his mouth around your nipple, licking and sucking the sensitive bud eagerly as if he had been waiting for it all day. Tiny moans left your lips. He certainly knew how to make you feel weak.

Seungcheol placed his hand on the small of your back, while his other free hand softly caressed your other breast. His rough fingers twisting your nipples, you couldn’t help but arch your back, further pushing your chest into his mouth. His cock violently hard beneath your core with every sound you made.

“Cheol,” You whined, fingers reaching for the hem of his shirt, tugging at it. He took the signal and pulled away from your chest, a string of spit forming. He let you pull his shirt off his body. Your hands roamed his chest, adoring your boyfriend’s body. He’s perfect.

Seungcheol smirked at your sparkling eyes. He quickly undid the button of his pants before slipping them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang against his stomach and you licked your lips at the sight. His tip was red and twitching, precum was leaking from his slit. Your hand reached to pump his cock but he prevented you from doing so.

“Lift your hips, baby.” He commanded, and you did as you were told. Kneeling in front of him, he leaned down and pressed a kiss on your stomach. You gasped, legs nearly giving up. He snaked his hand between your thighs before guiding you back down on his lap. He collected your arousal with his fingers before easing two fingers into you.

You moaned, resting your forehead on his shoulder as he skillfully worked his fingers inside you. Pumping them in and out of you in a way that makes your legs shake. Curling them ever so slightly that it makes the pit in your stomach form.

“Always so tight for me,” Seungcheol grunted. His other hand reached to grasp your hair, but not enough to hurt you, making you face him. “My pretty girl always takes my fingers so well, huh?”

You merely nodded at his words, your fingers digging into his shoulder. He continued his addicting pace, pulling out only to rub your clit before inserting them in again. You nearly cried as he added his thumb to the mix. Rubbing circles on the sensitive bud, your hips bucking to meet his touch. 

Seungcheol felt your insides clench as he quickened his pace. Your mouth drops open, unable to make any sound as he works you through it. Fingers fucking you deliciously, your hips grinding against his palm.

“You look so beautiful like this, fuck—“ He pressed his lips against yours, tongue exploring your entire mouth. Your stomach was coiling at the intense pleasure.

“Please,” You whimpered. Your orgasm is peeking through. The windows started to fog from the warmth you two were exhibiting.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me.” That was all the encouragement you needed before your walls tightened, releasing all over his hand. You chanted curse words, and his fingers helped you through it. His pace dying down when your legs began twitching, pulling his fingers from you before placing them into his mouth. “Absolutely delicious.” He muttered before reaching down to his cock and pumping them. “Think you’re ready for me?”

You meekly nodded, weakly lifting your hips to align his tip with your entrance. He guided his length to your core, rubbing the head along your folds, collecting your arousal. You bit your lip at the sensation before his hand guided your hips down to his cock.

You moaned out his name, grabbing onto his shoulders for support while his eyes gazed upon your fucked out face.

“Holy shit, how are you still so tight for me?” Seungcheol grunted once his length was fully deep inside your walls. Both of his hands landed on your hips, and once you got used to his size, he carefully guided you up and down on his length.

“Oh god!” You cried out, tears welling in your eyes as his cock split you in half. Even after all this time you were still surprised at his massive cock. Your toes curled as he lifted you before jerking you down again. The car was surely shaking from riding his cock but you didn’t care. He felt so fucking good and you needed more.

Sweat beads down Seungcheol’s forehead as you continue to grind your hips on him. His eyes darted to your chest as your breasts bounced with your every movement. You throw your head back, legs burning from fucking yourself on his cock. You were too desperate to chase after your high, and he loved it. He loved it when you used his cock just to make you feel good.

“Fuck, fuck, Cheol, please.” You begged, lifting your head to face him. He nodded before placing his lips against your chest, sucking on the skin before trailing down to capture your nipple once more. “So fucking close.” You began frantically grinding your hips against his. You almost looked insane, but you couldn’t care less.

You felt his cock twitch inside you, pulsating and you continued to grind your hips. Your thighs began to shake as you clenched around him. You started panting as he continued to suck and lick your nipple, switching between breasts.

“I can’t—I’m gonna, fuck!” You cried out. Your orgasm spilling out of you. Your walls closed in on his cock as you reached your high.

“Me too, baby,” Seungcheol grunted, his hands continued to guide you on his cock as white spurts of his cum exploded inside you. “S-shit, you’re gonna milk me dry.”

Out of breath, you rested your head against his sweaty chest while he lazily drew comforting patterns on your back. His cum dripped from your cunt as he pulled his dick out of you.

“My perfect girl, I couldn’t keep my hands to myself.” 

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bad influence uncensored version is too much for an ovulating girl like me

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MDNI, 18+ CONTENT | tit sucking, fingering, thigh riding. soonyoung loves your boobs.

you were perched on soonyoung’s lap. your hands rubbing his shoulders as he placed soft kisses on your neck. his hands rested on your waist, swirling soft circles on your delicate skin. he trailed his lips down to your chest, coating your neck with wet kisses. he stopped right atop your lacy red bra, placing a soft peck on the hill of your breast before staring into your eyes, which were already on him. 

“why’d you stop?” you breathed, your tone whiny. your hips grinding against his.

“you look gorgeous,” soonyoung mumbled, hands snaking to your back to undo the clasp of your bra. the soft fabric falling between your bodies, leaving your upper torso completely exposed. “so fucking beautiful.”

his lips attached to your sensitive bud, licking it softly before sucking your nipple. you moaned in response, back arching, pushing your chest even more towards his face. he hummed against your soft skin, inhaling your soft vanilla scent. his free hand reached up to your other breast, making sure to pay equal attention to it. he gently squeezed your free boob, while simultaneously flicking his tongue over your nipple. your body jolted, throwing your head back from the pleasure.

“so good,” you whimpered, “more please.”

soonyoung detached his lips from your right breast before quickly switching to your left one. his tongue swirled over the hardened bud, eyes darting to your face, seeing your eyes flutter shut in content. “how are they so perfect?” he groaned. his thumb circled your nipple as he lightly squeezed your breasts.

you grabbed his other hand, guiding it between your bodies and between your thighs. your thin shorts separating your warmth and his fingers. he caved in to your demands. his fingers hooked the waistband of your bottoms before slipping them in to find your soaked and pulsing pussy. his fingertips danced along your slit, spreading your arousal from your entrance to your clit.

soonyoung chuckled at your needy state. your hips grinding down his palm, trying to feel some sort of friction.

“my needy girl,” he mumbled against your chest before pulling away. you visibly frowned at the lack of contact. he wrapped his arm around your waist before gently setting you down on the bed. his fingers found your waistband once more before pulling them down your legs. not missing the way your underwear stuck to your glistening core.

soonyoung climbed in between your legs, his thigh making contact with your slick heat. he pressed his lips against yours. your arms flying around his neck to pull him close. his cold hand slid between your thighs, fingers toying with your clit. he rubbed soft circles on your sensitive nerve before slowly easing in two fingers.

you gasped, pulling away from the kiss. your hips lifted off the mattress to meet his palm. he worked his fingers deliberately slow, making sure his digits were entirely coated with your arousal. he knew exactly how to keep you afloat.

“wanna, fuck, ride your thigh.” you moaned, pushing his body down against the mattress. he happily complied, watching as you scrambled to straddle his thigh. you sat yourself on his thigh, your slick coming in contact with his skin as you slowly rode out your high. he shamelessly watched as your breasts bounced with every jerk of your hips. your head was thrown back from the pleasure. he couldn’t help but sit up and entrap one of your nipples in his mouth. your hands finding his shoulders for support as you relentlessly rutted your hips against his flexed thigh. he sucked your already sensitive nipple, addicted to the way you tasted.

your thighs began to shake. pleasure coursing through your body as he began to flick his tongue on your nipple. his other hand pinching your free bud. “oh fuck, yeah.” you cried out, your hips stuttering. your nails digging into his shoulder as you reached your high. soon enough, you came crashing down on his thigh, warm fluids spilling out of you. he released your nipple with a pop, pressing a soft kiss on it once more before flashing you a smile.

“god, i love you like this.”

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Hi! So, idk, should I not be afraid to listen to “lie to girls”? “wildflower” and “cry” are enough reason to make me scared, especially since they’re the last songs…

oohh listening to them are optional but i highlyy recommend listening to them when you read my lie to girls fic! just to set the mood :D

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*dizzy with adoration* yeah. ig hes pretty or whatever

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hey heyyy svt texts please?

when reader and them is in the same place(with all members and friends) and sends them some dirty messages..?? like teasing them, if that makes sense🫶🏻

── .✦ seventeen texts: sending them dirty texts

CONTENT | sexual content (dirty talk) included. mdni. A/N | sorry for being ia </3

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ahaha heyyy

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CONTENT | fluff, jealous bf!vernon A/N | dont mind me im just a girl who has a big crush on her bias (especially after seeing him in person)

vernon wasn’t the kind of boyfriend to get jealous easily. in fact, you couldn’t recall a moment where he showed any hint of jealousy. not that he didn’t care—vernon cared deeply about you. he just didn’t see the point of being jealous when he knew he could trust you wholeheartedly.

at least, that’s what you thought.

all it took was for the barista to hit on you for him to finally crack.

“hi! may i take your order?”

“one white mocha, please,” you said with a small smile. the barista returned the gesture while he scribbled down your order on your cup.

“name?”

“y/n.” you handed him your card.

“pretty name for a pretty lady.” the barista hummed, writing down your name on the cup before taking your card, returning it to you, and turning to complete your order.

you brushed off his compliment, not thinking much of it, stepping aside to wait for your order. but your boyfriend, on the other hand, raised his brow before looking down at his hand, which was clearly holding yours. he wondered if his public display of affection was not enough to ward off any flirtation comments from strangers.

a frown on his lips, he decided to wrap his arms around your waist while placing his chin on top of your head. you giggled, loving his attention as he wasn’t usually one to show this much affection in public.

“jealous much?” you teased, leaning your back against his chest.

“nope,” vernon replied curtly, his lips forming a thin line.

“if you say so.” you pressed a soft kiss on his jaw.

“y/n!” the barista announced your name, making you turn to claim your order at the counter. he smiled widely once he saw you, handing you your cup while purposely grazing his fingers against yours. “have a lovely day.”

you shot him a polite smile before returning to your boyfriend, who watched the entire scene with furrowed brows.

“he should knock it off.” vernon scoffed, circling his arm around your waist.

“what was that?” you lifted the cup to take a sip, but vernon snatched the plastic from your hands. “hey!”

vernon turned the cup to see that the barista had written down his number beside your name with a winky smiley face.

“oh, he’s tough.” vernon scoffed, rolling his eyes before returning your cup to you.

“baby, you know i’m not interested.”

“yeah, i know,” vernon responded, but the evident pout on his lips betrayed him.

vernon couldn’t help but sulk on the way home.

“alright, what’s up?” you asked, plopping down on his lap. you expected him to follow you into your shared bedroom, but instead, he sat on the couch in the living room, absentmindedly watching the television, but you know him all too well.

“i don’t know what you mean,” vernon muttered, remote in hand as he switched channels while his other hand instinctively found your thigh, placing it on the exposed skin.

“baby.” you glared at him, fingers tracing his jawline as he refused to face you. “tell me what’s wrong,” you mumbled, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

you heard him sigh, his fingers caressing your thigh. you knew he wasn’t great with words, but you still understood him completely.

“was it the barista?” vernon’s fingers froze, eyes avoiding your intense gaze on him. you couldn’t help but giggle at his state. “baby, i couldn’t care less about him. you know that, right?” you cupped his face, gently forcing him to face you. “i’m yours, and only yours.” you assured, voice firm but affectionate.

vernon’is lips twitched into a small smile, merely nodding his head to your words. “i know.” “good.” you smiled before placing a lingering kiss on his lips, feeling the tension on his shoulder dissipate at your touch.

“we should switch cafés,” vernon muttered against your lips.

you laughed, the sound filling the room, and vernon couldn’t help but smile wider. you had a way of making him feel like the luckiest guy in the world, no matter how many baristas tried to steal your attention.