Can I Ask For 34, 40, And 42 With Manager!Seungcheol And Idol!Reader? Thank You!

Can I ask for 34, 40, and 42 with Manager!Seungcheol and Idol!Reader? Thank you! 🙏

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a/n: whew, i got carried away again lol - i really loved writing this, thank you anon! hope you enjoy <3

tags/warnings: manager! seungcheol, female! reader, idol! reader, you and cheol are the same age (yes it matters in the story), some dirty talk, fingering, seungcheol being the comforting person he is, also lowkey filth when it gets to the steamy part, you guys have fully initiated my cheolrot

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34. “each of my thoughts about you is improper.”

40. “i’m afraid i can no longer remain professional.”

42. “you’re mine.”

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“are you nervous?” your bandmate looked at you in worry. you hadn’t spoken a word in over 20 minutes.

of course you were nervous. it’s the first music show for your group’s long awaited, highly anticipated third comeback. the girl crush concept you all presented struck the right cord with the public to where you guys had not one, not two, but three songs to perform all in one night. so yeah, your nerves are shot clear through the roof right now.

“yeah i’m fine,” you respond clearing your throat. “it’s a big deal for us tonight, y’know?”

“and you all will do absolutely amazing, so don’t stress out too much,” you turn around to hear the voice of your group’s manager, seungcheol. some of your worry fades into a shy smile upon seeing him.

“makeup and hair are coming in 5, and then we’ll go to the stage for your first full prerecording.” he calls your name and two others to first for makeup, and then you’ll switch with the two who got their hair done first.

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you look at yourself in the dressing room mirror, smoothing down your outfit. your black crop and skirt were decorated with belt buckles and for the finishing touch, an oversized black denim jacket. you take out your phone and take a few pics, for your group’s social media page and for yourself.

in the middle of taking a pic with your jacket hanging off the shoulder, you hear the door open. “who is it?” you ask as you put your jacket back on facing the door corridor.

“it’s seungcheol,” he responds as he comes into view, standing at a distance from you. “you okay? i didn’t see you out there with everyone else. matter of fact, you’ve been quiet all day, it’s kinda unlike you.”

you sigh, “i’m fine, cheol, really.. i’m just nervous and a little on edge today. practically the whole world is gonna be watching us tonight and there’s so much anticipation. what if things don’t go the way we think?”

“i can understand your worries. comebacks have a tendency to bring out anxieties, but i’ve been observing you guys from the beginning of this comeback and you all are going above and beyond. you have nothing to worry about. tonight will be amazing and every schedule after that.” he approaches you and he puts his hand on your shoulder. “you’re going to do amazing tonight. i know you are, but you have to believe it too.”

his deep voice and reassurance brings a wave of calm to your body. you truly had one of the best managers in this career. you bring your hand to meet his. “thanks, seungcheol. i don’t what i’d do without you.”

“no problem, you’ve got this! and this is probably not the most appropriate thing to say as your manager, but you look really good tonight by the way. just putting it out there,” he says bashfully.

“you think so?” you shyly smile, squeezing his hand. you turn around to face him. “well, this is probably not the most appropriate thing to say as your artist, but i think you always look good,” you seductively say as you draw a line on his collarbone.

he holds you by your waist to draw you in closer, your lips centimeters away from each other. for the longest time, you couldn’t deny your physical and emotional attraction to your manager - he was the man you dreamed would be yours one day, and for him to have you this close? this was a dream come true.

“well if you feel the same way, then i’m afraid i can no longer remain professional,” he whispers before smashing his lips into yours, caressing the side of his face into the palm of your hands. you return the fervor of his kiss, snaking your fingers through the back of his hair. he gently pushes you down on the mirror table, taking off your jacket and tossing it to the other side of the room. he slots a leg in between and it takes everything in you not to moan loudly.

“i can’t believe this is happening,” you whisper in between kisses, roaming your hands around his back. “you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting for this… each of my thoughts about you is improper.”

seungcheol can feel his dick twitch at those words. you both really were on the same page. had you been on his mind a few times a few nights when he would get off in his room? perhaps.

“tell me then, what did you think of baby? tell daddy, my love.” he rubs his fingers over your panties, admiring how wet you were getting at just his touches.

“well, i had this one dream a while ago… i was wearing this one lacy lingerie set you got for me and my hands were tied with your belt. you punished me for being a naughty little thing and you made me cum three times that night. when i woke up, i needed you so bad,” you whine out remembering how the next morning, your panties were completely soaked.

seungcheol groans at the image you created for him. he had to take you home after everything was all said and done tonight.

“well there’s no need to fantasize anymore, i’m right here baby. you’re mine.. all mine, if you’ll have me.”

before you can respond back yes, he inserts two fingers in your panties and begins to slide them in and out of you at a slow, yet steady pace. you continue to call out for him, holding onto him for dear life.

“do you think people will start looking for us?” you ask, noting that even though it’s only been a few minutes, you’re pretty sure someone would notice that you and cheol had been gone.

“probably.. do you think you can finish in a few minutes? i’ll make it up to you later, i swear!”

you sigh, a little sad that you couldn’t continue for a little longer, “you better make it up to me then.”

he picks up the pace, now going faster. you try and match the rhythm of his fingers with your hips, grinding it out. the combination of the two after a few minutes is enough to bring you to the edge.

“ch-cheol, i-i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum!” you breathily whine out, burying your face in his broad shoulder. “please t-tell me i can c-cum, p-please?”

“you’ve been so good for me havent you? go ahead, cum all over my fingers, baby,” he says and you immediately come, your juices coating his digits. he brings them up to your mouth and you eagerly suck them clean, loving how you taste on his fingers.

“well.. that was something,” you say as you both laugh together, seungcheol helping you to get up. you smooth your outfit down once again, thankful that you looked relatively the same outwardly before he fingered you. you put your jacket back on and do a double check in the mirror to make sure you’re 100% fine before stepping out the door.

“okay, let’s go,” you say as he lets you walk first, trailing behind you. as you open the door handle, you pause at stare at seungcheol.

“what?” he asks a little confused.

“you better not leaving me hanging, cheol. i’ve been thinking about this for a long time now.”

he chuckles as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “i promise i won’t. besides, this is about to be a phenomenal night for you, why not cap it off with something special?”

you smile as you open the door, walking out first, your mind already wondering to how he would pleasure you. “i can’t wait until then,” you say winking at him before disappearing from his sight.

IM ABOUT TO END IT ALL. DINO WHAT THE ACTUAL LIVING FUCK?!?!!?!?

dino’s gift to hoshi ♡

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who in svt would give their gf the princess treatment?

i def feel like seungkwan and seokmin would be simps for their gf and vernon already has a thing for girls being mean to him so idk if that says something or no

i feel like seungcheol, joshua, mingyu, seokmin, seungkwan, and chan would be highkey princess treatment givers!

in a non-sexual type of way, they would literally not hesitate to give you whatever you needed in that moment, basically like anon said HIGHKEY simps, like your wish is his command. cuddle session after a bad day? you got it. feeling a bit stressed? would literally take on some extra tasks to lessen the load for you. you would honestly fall in love with him all over again - like he is so sweet!

now on the freaky-deaky side: in bed, these six are making it their life mission to make sure you are and feel pleasured. in that moment, you are royalty to him and he shan’t disappoint. i could see all of them calling you princess, knowing you would get worked up and closer to your climax every time it came out of his mouth. the members i chose i see as mostly doms, so even when he decides to fuck you rough/senseless, he’s still somehow managing to treat you like the treasure you are. a few might even be into a bit of body worship, praising their princess on how beautiful they look and how he wanted to fuck you like you rightfully deserved.

and when you’ve climaxed all over him and the sheets, best believe he’s already on top of the game in providing aftercare: a change of clothes, seeing if you were hungry/thirsty, or even running the shower or bath if you mentioned it. the aftercare would be so good and so endearing, that your pussy would start to clench for a second round.. 👀

gym rat

member | woozi x reader genre | smut word count | ~1.1k warnings | reader has a vagina and breasts, unprotected sex, sex in the gym!, dom!jihoon, hair pulling, spanking, choking, themes of exhibitionism ig?, little bit of edging, some mirror stuff, nicknames (slut, baby, sweetheart, good girl, brat), spitting, begging, creampie, please lmk if i missed any warnings! notes | for @onlymingyus hehe enjoy :) sorry for being a bit inactive here's a short lil thing for you all!

jihoon’s grip on your hair tightens, twisting it between his fingers and tugging hard, yanking your head back up.

“i told you to look at the mirror, baby,” he growls in your ear as his other hand curls around your stomach.

you force your eyes open to see your reflection in the mirror, bent over one of the black padded benches in the workout room. jihoon stands behind you, muscles bulging and covered in a thin sheen of sweat as his shirt lies discarded on the spongy floor.

without even having to study your reflection, you already know you look like a mess– just how jihoon likes it. what had started as a normal, evening workout session had quickly escalated: simple touches, like you running a hand over his bicep while you spot his deadlifts, or him squeezing your ass when you walk past to grab your water bottle, had quickly turned into heated kisses and desperate moans.

it’s a good thing jihoon had reserved the entire gym for the evening and you had the place all to yourself– although, some part of you wouldn’t really have minded if one of his friends came around the corner looking for dumbbells and instead found you split open on his cock, begging for more. you know there’s no one else in the gym tonight, but the emptiness of the usually busy room sends a shiver down your spine.

the hand that isn’t gripping your hair moves from your waist, sliding up your body to wrap around your throat. he barely puts any pressure on your neck, but still it’s enough to make you go dizzy with pleasure.

“more, jihoon– please,” you gasp out, and you don’t even need to look in the mirror to recognize the cocky smirk that grows on his face at your words.

“my greedy little slut wants more? after i’ve already given you so much?” he chides, releasing your neck and shoving you back down. your arms reach out to keep you upright on your hands and knees on the bench as jihoon lands a harsh smack to your ass.

his fingers untangle themselves from your hair, both his hands falling to your waist to push his cock into you with even more force. your hands grip onto the seat beneath you until your knuckles hurt, little gasps escaping you with each movement.

your senses are overwhelmed and you’re already on the edge, so close to relief after spending so long building it up. each roll of his hips hitting just the right angle to make you fall apart.

but he must be able to tell how close you are because suddenly he pulls out, leaving you whining and pleading for him to let you cum. he’s always got you in the palm of his hand, and it never takes long before you’re begging for something.

your walls clench around nothing but the stuffy, humid air of the room as he flips you around onto your back.

you moan out his name, and he brings his hand down to smack your aching cunt. “needy brat,” he snaps before leaning down to spit on your hole, slowly pushing back into you and using his spit as lubrication. it’s not like you need it, though—his cock slides in with almost no resistance, easily burying himself to the hilt in your dripping pussy.

he stays still, teasing you with nothing as he watches you struggling to move your hips against him, trying to give yourself any sort of stimulation. you know you look pathetic but you don’t care; you’re so focused on trying to build your orgasm back up that you don’t care what you look like, your face twisted with concentration as you writhe your hips. and that’s exactly the way jihoon likes you.

“are you just gonna sit there or are you gonna beg, baby?” he says sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest.

you give in, knowing that anything you try to do can’t compare to what jihoon can do to you. “move, p-please,” you whimper, and he snaps his hips into you once sharply before pausing again.

“is that what you wanted, sweetheart?” he taunts.

you grunt in frustration, clenching hard around him. “you know it’s not, jihoon.”

“well, i don’t hear any begging.”

you throw your head back against the bench and whine, irritated. “please, move! please, jihoon, wanna feel you,” you moan out, and thankfully, finally, he starts to move again.

his thrusts begin to speed up as he leans over your body, bracing himself against the bench with his hands on either side of your head. your back sticks to the seat, the coldness of the padding cooling your skin for just a moment.

too quickly you feel the tension building again, and you groan, squeezing your legs around jihoon’s waist.

“are you gonna cum for me, baby?” he grunts, never letting up his pace. “cum all over my cock like a good girl.”

nothing but his name rolls off your tongue as you stumble into your orgasm, vision going blank as waves of pleasure crash over you, electricity setting your nerves on fire.

before you’ve even had time to get over your climax, you feel his pace become frenzied as he starts to chase his own high.

he leans down to suck at your neck, no doubt leaving darkening bruises behind as he trails down to your collarbones. your hands reach up to claw at his skin, gripping at the toned muscles in his shoulders and back.

you clench your walls around him, feeling his cock twitch and he curses, his breath hot on your skin. with one final thrust he buries himself in you, filling you up as his teeth latch onto your shoulder, biting down to muffle his moans. 

the gym is silent except for the sounds of both of your heavy breathing, still recovering from your highs. jihoon lets his softening cock fall out of you with a groan as he stands up to go get a towel from the folded stack by the door.

you breathe out a sigh, letting your lungs fill with air while you wait for him to return. 

he squats down to clean you up, handing you your water bottle and tossing the dirtied towel into the bin labeled “used” once he’s finished.

you take a long drink, watching him pick his shirt up off the floor and throw it back on over his head.

he grins when he catches you staring, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“so that’s why you like coming with me to the gym so often, huh?”

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hyuck would be so smiley and giggly during morning sex and i cannot stop thinking about it like he would be so soft and loving :’)

just imagining him be so clingy, holding you close to him as he whispers how pretty you are, how beautiful you sound, how warm you feel. his hands will roam your body for sure, they won't stay in one place unless you grab his hand in yours and intertwine your fingers. i feel like he'd really want you to ride him during morning sex, if you're up for it. him leaving kisses all over your face as he lazily thrusts up to match your slow pace... gasping in your mouth through gentle kisses whenever he bottoms out.