#subseventeen

Pairing:Hansol Vernon Chwe/Vernon (Seventeen) x fem!reader

Genre:Fluff/Smut

Contains: Dirty talk, hand job, nipple play

Word count:2878

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When going to a party at someone’s house and deciding to spend the night there, one had to be prepared for possibly everything in your opinion. You had never been this grateful for being precautionary as today when the heating system had just straight up crashed in the middle of the night, and you had been one of the very few who packed a spare blanket into your bag.

You were almost asleep, wrapped tightly into your blanket like some kind of caterpillar in one of the rooms, when something roused you all of a sudden. Now you were laying there trying to localize that something without opening your eyes but to no avail. Too impatient to pretend to be asleep you opened your eyes and turned your head towards the room.

“What a fucking idiot,” you murmured sitting up in sudden irritation.

It wasn’t hard to tell why exactly the sight of shivering Vernon irritated you, but you weren’t exactly willing to voice the reasoning behind it anyway. The point was that right now he was laying on the bed a meter or so away from you and shaking like a goddamned leaf because he had nothing to cover himself with.

“Hey, wake up,” you sighed as you leaned towards him and nudged his arm slightly.

Vernon stirred in his sleep but other than that it didn’t seem like you succeeded in rousing him. With another sigh you shook him a bit stronger than necessary to which he finally opened one eye.

“What,” he grumbled clearly not happy about being woken up.

“You’re freezing, you idiot. Why didn’t you bring a blanket with you? What if you catch a cold,” you started to nag him immediately.

Vernon stared up at you for a solid minute clearly dumbfounded before smiling slightly as if pleasantly surprised. Slowly he sat up and rubbed his eyes before looking up at you again. You couldn’t help but notice how ruffled were his hair and how the oversized hoodie he was wearing was hanging off his left shoulder exposing the honey-like skin – he looked way too cute for your liking.

“I don’t have one,” he answered simply, his teeth chattering audibly.

“Yeah, I can both see and hear that, you know. Your body shook so loudly you managed to wake me up,” you answered flatly looking him dead in the eye and almost looking away before catching yourself last minute.

Your mind was still stupid with sleep, and somehow you managed to forget how pretty Vernon Chwe was. Even now in this rather dimly lit room he looked strangely good – you could feel your face getting warm all of a sudden. It wasn’t that you didn’t know the reason behind your reaction, but you certainly didn’t want to admit it. Especially not right now.

“I didn’t want to wake others for such trivial reason, so I just curled up in the first room I entered. To be honest I didn’t see you there, sorry for rousing you,” he explained awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

“So you’re not going to get yourself a blanket?” you asked rather loudly not being able to hide your surprise.

“Well, not really, no,” he answered shrugging as if not concerned at all.

For a moment you just gaped at him completely dumbfounded. You couldn’t just leave him like that for the love of god.

“Do you want to sleep with me?” you asked in a concerned voice before you could think it over.

He looked up at you visibly puzzled, and you wanted to scream: why, oh why did you phrase it like that? What were you even thinking, honestly. Or maybe you weren’t thinking at all?

“What I meant is that my blanket is big enough to cover both of us. Besides, this way either of us will be cold,” you added nervously trying your best to not sound like some creep.

Judging from his expression you failed successfully.

“Um, it’s not like I’m afraid you’d do something to me, or what,” he chuckled playing with his long fingers.

He looked just so vulnerable at the moment with his hair all ruffled and eyes puffy from sleep that the only thing you wanted to do was to take care of him, to protect him. Quite the opposite of what he was implying, actually.

“Honestly, who do you think I am,” you grumbled folding your arms.

At least he could read the room and hung his head low, once again rubbing the back of his neck with visible embarrassment. Your sigh was a little overdramatic, you had to admit, but for fuck’s sake what even was this conversation.

“I’m not forcing you into anything, I hope this is clear,” you said raising your hands defensibly.

“Oh,” Vernon breathed out sounding almost disappointed for some reason.

Honestly, you couldn’t read that man to save your life. Mixed signals in their finest, really.

“Besides, I’d never do anything you didn’t ask for.”

“And if I asked?” he said suddenly before a look of pure horror appeared on his face and for a second he looked like he wanted to slap himself.

“Then I’d do so,” you answered simply with a shrug.

You could see a dark flush colouring his cheeks and your core tightened in excitement – you couldn’t help it, you were getting aroused. The tension was getting thicker with every minute, and it started to get to you.

“Anyway, I’m going back to sleep now. If you’d be that kind as to not wake me up again, I’d be grateful,” you said trying to sound unaffected before laying down and wrapping yourself tightly once again – you had to end this conversation before you said something stupid again.

“W–wait,” Vernon said before grabbing the edge of the fabric.

“It’s just that I thought you might be baiting me or something.”

“I was completely serious Vernon. It’s cold as fuck out there, and you have nothing to cover yourself with, while I have a blanket that could easily cover us both,” you answered matter-of-factly rolling your eyes.

“I want to sleep with you then,” he said confidently, and you had to swallow hard.

Your choice of words was purely accidental, but his didn’t really sound like that – quite the opposite you’d say. Not that you were going to point it out, of course, you were already having a hard time without addressing the elephant in the room.

“Come to mama,” you joked lamely as you raised the edge of your blanket inviting him in.

“Stop it,” he huffed as if irritated and this time you were sure he was blushing furiously.

Vernon laid on his side way closer than you expected him to and covered himself up to the ears. You were perfectly aware that he was taller than you but now that fact hit you harder somehow as you laid there facing his chest, and not his face. When you looked up, you found out that he was looking at you somehow expectantly. For a moment your mind went completely blank as you couldn’t point out what exactly he wanted from you.

“I prefer to be the big spoon, just so you know,” you said finally realizing the reason behind his expectant stare.

Vernon then shrugged wordlessly and turned around, so you were facing his back now. You blinked in surprise – he didn’t want you to hug him, did he?

“Um, do you want me to embrace you?” you asked to clear up the uncertainty.

Being honest with yourself, you had to admit that you wanted really badly to touch him as you simply had feelings for him even though you weren’t willing to admit it. However, there was no goddamn way you were going to overstep his boundaries like that. You needed things to be clear.

“Yeah, I do,” he said in an indifferent tone of voice as if not bothered at all.

However, the reddened tips of his ears betrayed him immediately – he wasn’t as unaffected as he wanted you to think. You’d be lying if you said that it didn’t make you feel warm all over.

“Just keep your hands to yourself,” he added a moment later in a slightly hoarse voice.

“Chill out, pretty boy,” you laughed under your breath before loosely embracing him from behind.

You were glad that he couldn’t see you at the moment: your face was surely redder than a tomato. The situation was weirdly domestic, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it’d feel like if it was a part of your everyday life. You were perfectly aware that you were twisting the knife in the wound but well – don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, they say.

“Well, I’m saying it just in case,” he said after clearing his throat.

“You don’t sound like you don’t want me to touch you, Vernon. Quite the opposite I’d say,” you answered rolling your eyes.

“Maybe I do.”

You held your breath – you heard wrong, didn’t you? He didn’t really say that.

“What?”

“Maybe I want you to touch me,” he clarified, the nervousness audible in his voice.

“Oh,” you said then not being sure how to react.

He really did say that. Your mind was racing – Vernon Chwe just said that he wanted for you to touch him.

“Wait, so what’s up with all those “don’t touch me” and “keep your hands to yourself”?” you asked in confusion.

“Um, well, I thought that you’d try to touch me if I said that I don’t want you to?” he murmured quietly as if suddenly ashamed by his own words.

“Vernon,” you said in a serious voice sitting up.

“Turn around and look at me, please.”

He turned to lay on his back but covered his eyes with his hands. You could still see his brightly red cheeks and bitten lips stating how nervous and embarrassed he must have feel. As he obviously avoided looking at you, you sighed and gently but firmly grabbed both of his wrist and placed them above his head.

“I already told you that I’d never do something you didn’t ask me for,” you started raking fingers through your tangled hair.

“It’s your boundaries we’re talking about and your comfort’s important to me. Very important.”

He looked at you in a way you couldn’t decipher at all, but somehow you knew it wasn’t a negative kind of stare. You didn’t dare to think that it might be quite the opposite.

“If anyone ever does anything to you without your permission, then it’s assault Vernon. Promise me, please, that you’ll try your best to stop others from overstepping your boundaries,” you said sticking out your pinky finger towards him.

You hoped he didn’t find that gesture silly, but thankfully Vernon slowly raised his hand and curled his pinky around yours. He looked somewhat shy, looking down at your linked fingers in wonder.

“I promise,” he whispered in the softest tone of voice you have ever heard.

With a small smile you laid back again and embraced him just as he previously said you could. You didn’t press your body against his but god you wanted to do so so badly. Instead, you decided to put your hand on his chest to which he responded by placing his own bigger hand on yours.

“Would you like to touch me then?” he asked quietly in a shy voice.

“Yeah, but you have to show me,” you whispered pressing your forehead into his upper arm.

You couldn’t help but press your thighs together as you were starting to get excited. His smell, his closeness, his warmth – it all messed with your head in a lot of different ways.

“I told you already, darling. I’d never do anything you didn’t ask for.”

His breathing speed up audibly as Vernon’s fingers curled around your hand before moving it down his abdomen and slipping it under his hoodie. He was moving up his chest until he reached his breast and placed it here. For a moment you thought that this was it, but he surprised you by positioning the tips of your fingers over his nipple.

“H–here. Touch me here, please,” he murmured so quietly you could barely hear it.

“Here?” you whispered back brushing his nipple with your thumb to which he whimpered softly.

“Yes,” he breathlessly answered firmly pressing your hand against his chest.

A shiver ran down his body when you carefully rolled the already stiffened nub between your finger pads. As your nails started to tease the sensitive areola, you rubbed your face into his arm breathing his scent deeply. For some reason his pleasant smell would always sweep you off your feet. What a dangerous, dangerous man, really.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, yes,” he answered, his voice slightly higher in pitch than before.

“Would you like me to touch you somewhere else?” you asked moving closer and pressing your breast against his side.

“Yes,” he practically growled this time.

He was trembling against you but this time definitely not from being cold.

“Show me, Vernon,” you moaned in a hoarse voice.

With a shaky breath he took your hand in his once again and moved it down his body until he reached the crotch area.

“Please, now touch me here,” he whispered firmly placing your hand on his cock hidden under the fabric of his shorts.

The thin fabric couldn’t hide the fact that he was already partially hard. You wondered if it’s because of the heavy atmosphere, your touch, your words, or all the above combined into the intoxicating mix. Either way it made your core clench deliciously just from thinking about it: not only you were not the only one who was aroused, but also Vernon wanted you to know that.

“Is that all for me?” you asked as you carefully massaged his cock through his shorts.

“It’s always l–like this,” he stuttered out pressing his crotch into your hand.

“Being close to you is enough for me to be like that.”

You almost laughed at that revelation: you had no idea what’s happening, but you weren’t going to complain for sure. Someone you desired was laying right there next to you and had absolutely no problem with letting you touch him in the most intimate way – you were surely going to analyse it later, but now you were here to just enjoy it.

“Good,” you whispered softly as your fingers curled loosely around his length.

You tried your best to be careful and don’t go too fast because you weren’t sure about the kind of stimulation the friction was creating. You believed that Vernon’d tell you if something was unpleasant for him but right now he seemed to be content with your doings: soft whimpers and moans were falling from his lips as he moved his hips along with your hand.

“I need more, please, give me more,” he finally choked out in a shaky voice.

“Show me,” you said only pressing yourself against him as close as it was humanly possible.

Your pussy was soaking but for a reason it didn’t bother you that much yet: now you were getting drunk on the noises Vernon was making, the firmness of his swollen shaft under your hand and his warm body next to yours.

“H–here,” he whispered hoarsely as he slipped your hand into his shorts.

His skin must have been on fire as you felt like your fingers burned just from touching him. You had to licked your hand before showing it back into his pants and curling your fingers around him. Vernon moaned your name for the first time, and you swallowed hard trying to focus on continuing what you were doing.

“Good god, you sound so hot my pussy’s practically dripping,” you sighed as your hand moved up and down in a steady rhythm.

He chuckled only to choke on a groan that escaped his throat – you started to thumb his sensitive slit. Vernon cried out when you speed up your previous tempo and started to twist your wrist around the head from time to time.

“I don’t think I can take it any more,” he panted out shamelessly fucking your hand.

“Then come,” you said mischievously tightening your grip a little.

Vernon threw his head back crying out your name quietly, his cock pulsating in your hand as the wetness covered your fingers slowly. You stroked him until he begged you to stop, his whole body trembling from aftershocks.

“You okay there, honey?” you asked lifted yourself on the elbow to reach out with your free hand to caress his hair.

He didn’t answer for a while: just breathed heavily with his eyes closed, holding your cum stained hand tightly in his right hand. You waited patiently for him to recover and then finally he opened his eyes to look up at you. His stare involuntarily dropped to your lips and his whole face flushed even deeper than it already was.

“Want to show me how to touch you?” he asked quietly while looking up at you from under his long eyelashes.

You couldn’t help but smirk taking his hand into yours – the fun just began.

Copyright © 2020-2022 by byzantiumshades. All rights reserved.

Pairings: Lee Seokmin/DK (Seventeen) x fem!reader, Kim Mingyu (Seventeen) x fem!reader, Lee Seokmin/DK (Seventeen) x Kim Mingyu (Seventeen)

Summary: Neither you nor your long-term boyfriend are interested in a comfortable, yet boring routine – you’re always hungry for new experiences. That’s why, when one day Seokmin proposes to you an idea, you decide to give it a try. After all, bringing another man into your bedroom sure sounds like a lot of fun, doesn’t it? Especially if said man is Seokmin’s handsome best friend, Mingyu.

Status: In progress

The Subtlety(Fluff/Smut)

Copyright © 2020-2022 by byzantiumshades. All rights reserved.

Pairings:Lee Seokmin/DK (Seventeen) x fem!reader, Kim Mingyu (Seventeen) x fem!reader (mentioned), Lee Seokmin/DK (Seventeen) x Kim Mingyu (Seventeen) (mentioned)

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Contains: Possessiveness, making out, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, hair pulling, dirty talk, marking, kissing, dry-humping

Word count: 3190

A/N: This is the first part of the The In Between duology!

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“Ever thought about having a threesome with two men, babe?” Seokmin asks as he settles comfortably on the sofa right beside you.

“Subtle as always,” you chuckle in the answer, not even looking up from your phone.

From the corner of your eye you can see him rolling his eyes at that remark, but there’s also a smile playing on his lips, so you know it was a good-natured reaction rather than an irritated one.

“So?” he inquires after a moment of silence, staring at you expectantly.

“Yeah, it did cross my mind a couple of times.”

“And?”

“And what?” you ask, looking up at him innocently.

Sometimes you just can’t help it – you like to tease him way too much to pass on an occasion when it presents itself. Seokmin clicks his tongue, this time slightly irritated, but it’s not exactly the type of reaction you’re used to getting from him. It’s lacking his usual energy.

“So, does it mean that you would like to have one with me and another man?” he asks then, sounding surprisingly unsure as he absent-mindedly plays with the rings adorning his long fingers.

It’s been ages since you heard that kind of tone in his voice, so you put your phone aside and turn towards him.

“Depends. You know that I wouldn’t have sex with just anyone.”

Seokmin nods slowly, his expression earnest as he patiently waits for you to continue.

“I believe that there’s someone you already have in mind, otherwise you wouldn’t have asked me about it. So, who is it?”

He smiles hearing your words, feeling pleased that you know him so well. His soft smile turns into a wistful one as he leans back against the sofa with a sigh.

“Mingyu likes you, I think,” he carefully states, observing your reaction.

“You think,” you repeat, rising a brow at him, not sure how to respond.

“Well, no, I’ve chosen my words wrongly: I don’t just think that, I know that. The way he stares at you, the way he speaks about you – it all betrayed him quite a long time ago,” Seokmin quietly chuckles, ruffling his hair.

“That unsure yet hopeful way of behaving around someone you’re interested in, you know? I used to act like that too, before I learned that you feel the same.”

“But it’s not the case with Mingyu,” you say, knitting your brows slightly.

“Yeah, I know.”

“And you still want me to have sex with him?”

“Well, it’s not exactly that I want you to have sex with him alone. Do you remember that conversation we had a few months ago about the possibility of someone from the outside joining us in the bed?”

It takes you a moment to recall said conversation, but when you do, the realization comes to you immediately.

“Back then, you said that you’d be interested in observing me having sex with another man, right?” you ask to confirm your assumptions.

Seokmin nods as he leans forward, placing his elbows firmly on his knees.

“Yes, I’d like to try that. Of course, your consent is an absolute priority – one word from you, and I’ll never speak about it again. However, if you were to agree, I’d rather see you with someone I know, someone I can put my trust into, rather than some stranger.”

You nod, understanding where he’s coming from.

“Also, I’d prefer to slightly modify my previous request: I don’t want to observe any more. Or rather, I’d prefer to not stay away for a whole time.”

“Thus a threesome,” you muse, resting your chin on the palm of your hand.

You’d have to think it over, of course, but his proposition definitely piqued your interest. There’s, however, one thing that niggles you.

“For the starters, you should know that I’m not opposed to this idea. In fact, I find it highly arousing, however, would that be truly fine if he has feelings for me?”

“It’ll be up to him to decide.”

You turn your head towards him, not even trying to hide the surprise in your voice.

“So you didn’t talk it through with him yet?”

Seokmin shakes his head vigorously.

“Like I said: your consent is my priority. Only if you agree first, I’m going to ask him about it.”

“Sure,” you hum, already going over the proposal.

“You know, I understand what you meant by saying that you’d feel uncomfortable if I were to have sex with a stranger. Even thinking about doing it with Mingyu feels different.”

“Why?”

“I guess I trust him. I can’t even imagine him hurting me, no matter the way. But there’s also something else.”

You turn your body towards him before touching his cheek gently, the tips of your fingers caressing his cleanly shaved skin. He pushes his face into your hand in the answer, staring at you questioningly from under his long eyelashes.

“I’m not going to lie to you: he’s handsome, exactly my type, in fact.”

Both of you always try your best to be honest with each other, so you’re perfectly aware that your boyfriend is not indifferent to his best friend’s charm, however, there was never an occasion for you to tell him about your perspective. Not to mention that Seokmin has some issues with possessiveness and jealousy that he’s working on with your full support – you feel that in this case it’s even more important for him to know your exact thoughts on Mingyu. You don’t want anyone to end up hurt.

“I might not love him in the slightest, but I can’t help but find him insanely attractive, Seokmin. I need you to know that, as I have no doubt that I’ll be highly aroused because of him, and I’d not try to hide it.”

For a moment, he just stares at you in silence, before sighing.

“Well, I’m also not going to lie, that I don’t feel jealousy right now. But I love you. I love you so much it sometimes hurts, and I know that I trust you no matter what,” he says, words spilling out of his mouth as fast as he can pronounce them.

He’s staring up at you with such solemnity in his dark eyes that it takes your breath away for a moment.

“I love you too,” you say without hesitation, and it’s his turn to be taken aback.

You’re not really the type to express yourself with your words. Let alone confess your feelings in such straightforward way.

“You love me?” he asks, as if not sure if he has heard you right.

“Yeah, I’m surprised too.”

Seokmin snickers, rolling his eyes, before turning his face slightly to the side to place a tender kiss on the palm of your hand. His stare drops to your lips mere seconds before you lean forward to connect them with his. He kisses you back eagerly, and for some time there’s nothing in this world beside his soft lips moving against yours. When you finally move away, both of you are slightly out of breath, but there are wide grins adorning your faces. Even without gaping at his beautifully flushed face, it takes you a moment to get a grip on yourself.

“Now that I think about it, wouldn’t two men be too much to handle? How are you supposed to divide your attention between the two of us?” Seokmin asks after a few minutes of peaceful silence, curiosity evident in his voice.

“Last time I checked, I had two hands,” you chuckle nonchalantly, resting your head on his shoulder.

“You’re so cheeky, honestly,” Seokmin answers with a heavy sigh.

“That’s why you love me,” you say, a smug expression appearing on your face.

And then you rise your head to kiss him again.

Opening your relationship, even if it’s only for a brief moment, it’s not a topic one could easily forget about, yet you manage to do so. Or at least manage to push it to the back of your mind – it’s not a burning issue by any means, and you have more important things to take care of in the meantime. It comes back to you one evening when Seokmin places down his cutlery and gives you a serious look.

“I’ve talked with Mingyu a few days ago about that threesome idea, and today he told me that he’d like to join us.”

Hearing that, you reach over the table to gently touch his hand.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” you ask, entangling your fingers with his.

“I know that you’ve told me countless times that you’re interested in the idea itself. But are you sure that you want me to have sex with him? Especially when he’s in love with me.”

“You always ask such difficult questions,” Seokmin scoffs, rolling his eyes good-naturedly.

“I don’t know how to explain that, really, I just know that I love you, and apparently this feeling is mutual. Call me an idiot blinded by love, but I highly doubt that he’s gonna come between us.”

“Oh, that’s actually sweet,” you chuckle warmly, squeezing his hand.

“Besides, while it’s not a secret that I too find Mingyu attractive, he simply cannot compete with you,” he says matter-of-factly, nonchalantly leaning back against his chair, but not letting go of your hand even for a moment.

“And what’s better than two gorgeous people having sex in front of you?”

“Tell me about it. Seeing you two, doing god-knows-what with your tongues and hands? I’m not sure if my heart can take it,” you huff out a laugh, shaking your head.

“I can’t even begin to imagine that, I’m afraid I’m going to combust.”

“Yeah, I know I’m insanely hot. But you can repeat that for me a few more times, I don’t mind.”

You scoff at that, before a sinful though appears in your mind. With a smirk adorning your lips, you stand up and unhurriedly round the table.

“I hope I won’t get a nasty burn then,” you say as you straddle his lap.

His arms instinctively circle your waist, bringing you closer until your faces are mere millimetres apart.

“You’re the only one that will be completely fine.”

“I’ll have to take your word for that.”

Later, neither of you will be able to recall who closed the gap first – before you knew it, you were kissing him as if your life depended on it. Not that you were the only one, as Seokmin’s lips moved against yours just as eagerly.

“We should take it to the bedroom,” he murmurs between kisses, one of his hands already caressing your lower back under the jumper you’re wearing.

“I don’t really feel like tidying up the whole kitchen after you tire me out to the limit, you know.”

“Neither do I,” you laugh in the answer, your lips moving alongside his sharp jaw now.

Seokmin stands up slowly, giving you time to firmly wrap your legs around his waist before he places one of his strong arms under your butt for a better support. You throw your arms around his neck, your fingers quickly finding their way into his thick locks.

“Just don’t leave too many marks, I have a meeting tomorrow,” your boyfriend hums as he tries his best to divide his attention between walking towards the bedroom and kissing your neck.

“Well,” you start nonchalantly, your fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“It seems that I must leave them in places that others can’t see.”

You can feel his wide grin against your skin.

“So it seems.”

He doesn’t stop kissing you even when he puts you carefully on the bed, supporting himself with his elbows as he hovers above you. You pull him closer, letting him lay on top of you, your bodies pressed tightly against one another.

“Seokmin,” you sigh happily as one of his hands slips under your jumper, the tips of his fingers outlining the shape of your breast before cupping it gently.

His thumb brushes over your nipple a few times, waiting for it to harden, so he can roll it between his finger pads. Seokmin seems to be madly in love with your breast, practically showering them with affection every time he has a chance to see them or touch them.

For a moment he stops kissing you, simply hiding his face in your neck as his hips start to move slowly but surely. Your breath becomes even heavier than before when you feel his hardening length pressing right against your centre, the friction driving you crazy.

“I love to be surrounded by your scent, you know,” he groans lowly, the tip of his nose moving up and down your neck.

“Yeah, I’ve already taken a notice when all my hoodies miraculously moved into your closet,” you choke out a laugh that turns into a whimper when he speeds up the tempo of his movements.

Your legs tighten around his hips in desperate need to bring him closer.

“Don’t tell me you don’t like it when I wear them. I won’t believe you.”

“Of course I do,” you murmur, slipping your hands under his t-shirt.

Your nails teasingly scratch the skin of his back, your hips moving along with his as you feel the pressure steadily building within your body. The fabric of your panties pleasantly rubs against your clit, causing you to buck your hips in search for friction.

“In fact, my favourite outfit of yours consist of just my hoodie.”

You push him away delicately, causing him to sit up. You follow right after him, your hands wandering over his thighs, brushing over his crotch as you kiss him.

“So you can slap my naked ass whenever you want to?” Seokmin asks between kisses, the amusement clear in his voice.

“I’d lie if I denied that fact.”

You take of your pants swiftly, impatiently throwing them on the floor, and the panties follow soon after.

“However, I also like to have your cock close at hand.”

There’s a faint blush on his cheeks as he takes off his sweats, pulling them down his long legs along with the underwear. The dick in question presents itself proudly, the swollen head shiny from pre-cum that slowly rolls down his shaft all the way to the balls.

“There’s nothing I like more than hearing those desperate noises you make when you’re on my mercy,” you hum as you carefully roll down his cock the condom you’ve taken from the night stand a moment ago.

“We’ve matched perfectly then ‘cause I like being on your mercy,” he rasps, hungrily observing your hands that now wander teasingly close to his balls.

You laugh in the answer, pushing him gently onto his back before you straddle his hips.

“Hard to disagree, love,” you murmur, grabbing his shaft into your hand.

For an agonizingly long moment for the both of you, you rub your pussy against it, coating the condom with your juices while teasing him all the same.

“If you would be that kind, and finally put it in, I’d be grateful. Otherwise, I’m afraid I might simply turn us around, and put it in myself,” Seokmin says, looking up at you as his hands tenderly caress your sides.

You only smile down at him, and take both of his hands into yours to place them firmly on your hips.

“If you would be that kind,” you parrot back, raising a brow at him in amusement.

“Thankfully for you, I like to think that I’m a very kind person.”

With his hands supporting your weight now, you position the tip right in front of your entrance. As you start to slowly slide down his thick cock, Seokmin’s hips don’t move even for an inch, his fingers reassuringly drawing circles on your hipbones. From the countless conversations you had on this subject he knows very well that, because of the stretch, you need to take him in carefully, little by little, to not hurt yourself.

“Everything fine?” he asks when you bottom out, his breath’s coming out short and fast.

“Just a moment,” you answer, taking a few deep breaths yourself as you soothingly caress one of his hands.

When you feel that you’re ready, you start to move: your hips rising slowly until only the head is still inside you, then fully taking him in once again. The tempo you set is slow at first, but with time you speed up, finding the rhythm that doesn’t weight your muscles too much.

“You can move too, Seokmin,” you smile, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips.

He kisses you back, his hips starting to move as he tries to match the speed of your movements. You move together a little clumsily, but neither of you cares – your skin tingles from pleasure, from the affectionate touch of your lover, from the noises he makes. That’s what matters.

It doesn’t take much time for your body to start shaking: it was a tiring day for you, and it’s clear that your muscles are finally losing their strength. You hide your face in his neck, quiet noises escaping your lips from time to time as you make love to your boyfriend. Sensing your fatigue, Seokmin turns you around so that now he’s the one on top.

“You know, no matter the position, you always look gorgeous,” he chuckles, placing his weight on his forearms.

“That goes without saying,” you answer cheekily as you pull his face closer and kiss him.

As your legs embrace his hips, you can’t help but marvel over how cute he looks right now: his tangled locks plastered to his sweaty forehead, cheeks and neck deeply flushed, and a boyish smile adorning his handsome face. Not to mention the quiet grunts and sighs that sound suspiciously close to your name as his cock swiftly moves in and out of you, your muscles clenching deliciously.

“I’m close,” he chokes out, hiding his face in your neck.

His hips stutter slightly, movement losing its previous speed as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm. One of his hands slips between your sweaty bodies to rub your clit, causing you to moan softly right into his ear. He knows your body well, and he never hesitates to use that knowledge to make you see stars.

“I love it when you tighten around me, Jesus,” Seokmin pants out mere moments before your orgasm hits you.

Your nails rake down his back as the violent wave of pleasure crushes through your tired body, surely leaving marks on his unblemished skin. Seokmin seems to like it a lot, as he grunts out your name in surprise, clearly coming earlier than he expected it to happen. You can still feel his cock pulsating inside you, as you try to catch your breath, one of your hands finding its way into his tangled hair.

“Honestly, I could’ve just fucked you on that kitchen table,” he murmurs sleepily into your ear.

You caress his head with a quiet laugh.

“Next time, love, next time.”

Copyright © 2020-2022 by byzantiumshades. All rights reserved.

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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