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Dancing Queen | Choi Seungcheol

Pairing: disco club owner!choi seungcheol x performer!reader (fem)

Genre: smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst if you squint but its almost nonexistent

Synopsis: the stage is where you felt the most comfortable, letting go and singing for everyone that would sit and listen. but it was hard making a living in America, every corner you turned there was trouble waiting for you because you were too comfortable with your sexuality for the public’s liking. so when you stepped off the ship that took you to your new life in Paris, you were surprised to collide with a disco club owner who was in a similar boat as you.

Warning(s): smut under the cut (mdni!!!), mentions of food and alcohol, joke about marriage, ambiguous sexuality, talks on sexuality and swinging any which way, cat calling, talks of sexism and a little power imbalance, mentions of religion and leaving the church, mentions of immigration, implications of a future threesome, cheol has a sir & daddy kink (big surprise), spanking, bruises (cheol has a bit of a heavy hand and thrust), office sex, a bit of praising (both ways), lowkey breeding kink (are we surprised?), i feel like the sex was a bit tame in this but please let me know if i forgot anything else! - don't mind grammatical errors and typos, i tried!

A/N: biggest shout out to @onlyseokmins & @the-boy-meets-evil for proof reading for me and offering feedback/opinions, and for also putting up with my late night bullshit these last few nights of constantly putting off finishing this - jess really saw my turmoil with this one and BLESS her heart for not telling me to go fuck myself after id message her late saying i either finished a section or i didn't end up writing like i wanted too (and then id send her an idea right after for her to read in the morning). anyways i spent the last few months struggling with this fic and i hope ya'll like it and if you don't... keep it to yourself <3

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Paris was beautiful, the long voyage was more and more worth it the longer you spent in the city that bustled and thrived. America was nothing compared to France, the countrysides and the cities alike felt like they were straight out of a book. 

Life was starting to finally look up for you, even if you weren't fully able to escape the turmoils you faced in America, you were given more opportunities in the so-called city of love. Cars driven by men still honked at you and women with their children glared and covered their kin's eyes as you walked down the street, your cleavage and shoulders on display and your skirt far above the knees. 

Despite the business of the city during the day, there were plenty of shops downtown that didn’t open up until nightfall. One in particular, Club Kidult, was said to be the best nightclub in all of the country. It’s owned by a man from Korea who is a wildcard, with a knack for “adopting” foreigners - or so you’ve been told. 

“Can’t you read? We’re closed right now.” A man glares at you after knocking on the front door of Club Kidult. 

“Is the owner here?” You brushed the strange man’s hostility off. His glare turned to curiosity as he finally eyed you up and down in a manner that wasn’t unfamiliar. 

“Why? Does he owe you money, doll?” The man moves to fully stand in the doorframe, letting you get a nice view of the inside of the shop behind his tall stature. 

“No…” You huff quietly at the insinuation before giving him your sweetest smile, knowing exactly how to play with a man. “I wanted to see if I could perform here tonight.” 

“You a dancer?” 

“I can be if you want.” You couldn’t help the flirty tone, the man was attractive and so far he hasn’t treated you like an object. “But I mainly sing.”

“A singer?” He hums quietly, his grin showing off his sharp teeth. “We don’t get many of those around here, most women want to dance on our stage.” 

“I could imagine,” You cross your arms, pushing your boobs up slightly. “So… Is he in?” The man hums quietly. 

“Ah, no.” He was very blunt with his answer before he looked back over his shoulder to look at the empty building. “But…”

“But?”

“He might kill me for this but,” he looks back at you. “I’ll let you wait for him. He likes to stop by and make sure everything is ready for the night before he goes to get dolled up.” 

“Well I don’t want to get you in trouble now.” 

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll get me in a lot of trouble, doll,” He gives you a wink before he’s moving out of the way to welcome you into the club. “Too bad I’m not scared of Cheol.”

“Cheol?” You question as you hesitantly walk into the establishment. Despite it being closed still, there was music playing and you could hear a lot of voices coming from somewhere in the back - easing your nerves of possibly being alone with this stranger. 

“Choi Seungcheol is the name of the owner, but don't call him that or he might bite your head off.”

“So what do I call him then?” 

“I’m sure he’ll tell you, but you can address him as sir, I guess.” The man shrugs. “I’m Mingyu by the way, head of security at this joint.”

“So head of security, do you just let all the people that come knocking on the door looking for your boss in?”

“Only the pretty ones.” He smirks as he walks around the bar. “Our bartenders don’t show up for another hour but I can whip you up somethin' simple if you like.” He leans against the counter as he watches you take a seat at one of the bar stools. 

“Whiskey please.”

“Just whiskey?” He looks at you with raised eyebrows as you nod your head. You never felt comfortable in bars back home, the majority of them filled with only men and so the list of mixed drinks intimidated you. The only thing you were comfortable with was bourbon and whiskey as your father always had them in stock in his cabinet. “I like you.” Mingyu grins as he pulls the most expensive bottle of whiskey off the shelfs to pour over ice for you. 

“I’m wonderin'…” You mumble as you pull the glass towards you after Mingyu set it down on a napkin for you. 

“About?” The tall male leans against the counter top. 

“Is it true?” You take a sip of your whiskey and before you can reiterate what you mean, Mingyu beats you to it.

“If the rumors are true?” He shrugs at your scoff. “Most of us workin' aren’t from here… Couple of the girls are from across the pond like yourself.”

“They're American?”

“Well… A little more south. Brazil I think.”

“Are they dancers?” You take another sip of your drink. “I’m assuming that’s what Mr. Choi likes.”

“A few are but one of them is our head chef.” Mingyu hums quietly. “And dancers aren’t Cheols favorite, they're mine.” You laugh quietly at his wolfish grin. 

“Well what does Mr. Choi like?” 

“Well he doesn’t like to be called Mr. Choi, that’s for sure.” He pushes off the counter just as the door to the club opens. “And he likes singers!” He’s quick to rush out as he speed walks around the bar to stand in front of you a little. 

“Wha-” You stop midway through your word as you spin in your chair to see a man dead staring in your direction. 

“Cheol!” 

“Mingyu…” His voice was low and dangerous as he tried to scope you out from behind the tall wall of a man. 

“Hiya boss… Look.” 

“What have I told you about bringin' strays in while I’m not here.”

“C’mon man look at her, she’s smokin'!” He whips around to quickly apologize before he’s turning back towards the man you presumed was Choi Seungcheol. “She wants to sing here.” He doesn’t give anyone a chance to breathe as he steps to the side to give Seungcheol the full view of you. He falters for just a millisecond as his eyes scan you from head to toe before he’s turning to Mingyu. 

“Next time ya bring someone in here without me knowin', I’m cuttin' your pay.”

“Noted.” Mingyu nods quickly. 

“Come with me upstairs.” He doesn’t give you a second glance before he’s walking towards a set of stairs that are blocked off that lead up to the upper level where his office sits.

“So, ya wanna work here?’ Seungcheol wasted no time as he offered the seat in front of his desk for you to sit in. His accent a little different from his friend downstairs and you figured it had to do with the duration of time each had spent in the country. 

“Yes,” you take the seat with a small nod of thanks. “I wanna sing on your stage.” The look Seungcheol gave you as he sat back in his office chair, the slight glare of his eyes as they raked your body, caused shivers to run up your spine. 

“A singer?” He mumbles behind the hand that rested over his mouth as he propped his elbow on the arm of his chair. 

“Yes. I used to sing in New York an-”

“New York? You're American?”

“I... yes,” you mumble. “Is that a problem?”

“No... Not one bit.” He sat up straighter, fixing his coat as he eyed you up again. “My whole staff is foreign, as are my performers.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“My reputation carries, I see.” He smirks. 

“So... Will you let me sing here?” You lean forward a little, letting your chest pop out a little, hopefully his eyes will linger long enough for him to fold. 

“I’ll need to hear you first before I let you on my stage.” His eyes don’t waver from your face, he knew the game you were trying to play - it’s one he’s played plenty of times to get where he was. 

“Oh...” You huff quietly before sitting back in your chair. 

“Don’t sound so disappointed darlin’, I didn’t say no.” He has to bite his tongue to keep from grinning at the way your demeanor changed in seconds. “We’re closed on Sundays, come back then and show me what you got and I’ll decide if I have room for you or not.” 

“Sunday?” 

“What? Don’t tell me you’ve got plans already.” He watched the way you messed with a beat up rosary sticking out of your pocket.

“I didn’t take you for someone that got on their knees for men that were higher than them.”

“Only the rich ones.” You smile back. “But no, I don’t go to church anymore. I just have a date with the eiffel tower.”

“I see, sorry I assumed because I saw the rosary. I’ve only known church goers to carry them.”

“I abandoned the church a long time ago, it just used to be my grandma's, it’s kind of like my good luck charm now.”

“I abandoned the church a long time ago too.”

“Yeah?” Your eyes lit up in curiosity. 

“Times are changing, life’s too short to not love who and what you wanna love.”

“So you swing one way… two ways?...” Your voice trailed off as you tried to guess his preference.

“I swing anyway you want me to, darlin’.” He leans over his desk and rests his chin on the back of his interlocked hands so he can give you a cheeky grin. “We can even invite the idiot downstairs that let you in if that floats your boat…” Your legs squeeze closed at the idea and his eyes can’t help but wander this time. “And I’m sure it does.” 

“So Sunday?” You whisper, your voice getting lost in your throat at the way Seungcheol's eyes looked back up at you through his lashes. 

“Sunday, nine in the morning. Can you do that?” You nod quickly. 

“Yes!” You clear your throat as your voice cracked from the change in volume. “Yes, I can do that.” He laughs a little at your contained excitement as he sits back in his chair again. 

“Good, don’t be late. I expect you to be here the second the clock hits nine and if you’re not… My doors won’t open.”

“Got it... Sir.” You smile sweetly at him, his adam’s apple bobbing a little as he scoffs quietly. 

“Good… Girl. Now go, suns goin down and we open soon.” 

“Right. Well, I’ll see you on Sunday.” You stand up and straighten your shorts before you give him a curt nod and scurry to the door. Just as you open it you turn your head back and give him the cutest smile you could muster. “Thank you, Sir.” 

Before you could get any kind of response from him you close his office door quickly and rush down the stairs, cheering quietly to yourself. You were going to spend the rest of the week anticipating this little “audition.”

“I take it he’s lettin' you in?” Mingyu was leaning against the bar top, a shaggy brown haired male working behind him, cleaning glasses. 

“Well, not exactly.”

“What?” The unknown male stopped what he was doing to look at you wide eyed. “You’re the finest girl to walk through those doors and ask to work here and he just turned you down?” 

“Chan…” Mingyu's voice was laced with warning. 

“Sorry…” He mumbles to you before he goes back to cleaning his cups. 

“It’s alright, I’m used to it.” You shrug with a smile. “But he didn’t turn me down, he just said I have to show him what I got first before I can sing on his stage.”

“First, ya shouldn’t be used to men treatin' you like that, this world is disgusting.” Mingyu pushes off the counter so he can walk you to the door. “And second, Cheol has never allowed just any singers to sing here. You have - ”

“I have to be good, I know.” You smile up at him and pat his arm that was firm under your touch and it took everything in you to not do it again just to feel the muscles that laid under his shirt. 

“Piece of advice...” He mumbles to you as he opens the club’s doors for you. “He likes upbeat songs, things that are funky and out there.” 

“Has he heard of Abba?” 

“Honey... I don’t know who that is.”

“So I know what to play then.” You both mirrored the same grin as you stepped out into the dimming light. 

“Will you be okay walkin' home?” You nod your head as you turn to walk backwards to watch Mingyu watch you walk while he leans against the doorframe. 

“I live close enough to see your neon lights shine!” You call out over the loud roaring of a car passing by. “I’ll be fine!”

“You better be! I wanna see you perform!” He yells back, waving at you as you wave and turn to start to run down the sidewalk in joy. You laugh to yourself, twirling and jumping over the curbs - your dream was one step closer to coming true. 

Sunday couldn’t come any quicker as you spent everyday exploring Paris just to sit at your window and watch the crowd in front of Club Kidult every night. To think that that many people could be lining up next week to hear you sing - if all goes well - when you meet Seungcheol again. 

When you woke up to the sun barely peeking over the horizon, you groaned in frustration. Your little alarm was set to go off in forty more minutes but the excitement of what was going to happen in a couple hours had you jumping up to take a long hot shower. 

You let your hair air dry for a little bit before you set it up in curlers so you could finish off drying them with the fancy new hair dryer you splurged on when you moved here. You could never afford these types of luxuries back home, the prices being drastic. 

You hummed the tune of the song you were going to be performing quietly as you danced around your room getting clothes out so you could change while your hairs cooled off in the curlers - hopefully making your curls last longer. 

“I can’t believe today is the day,” you mumble as you buttoned up your high waisted pants that flared a little at the bottom. Tucking your shirt in a little, you make your way to your front door where all your shoes sat waiting for you to choose from. 

You go back to humming your song as you slip your shoes on, fixing the straps on them before standing up straight to check your makeup in the mirror by your door. You yelp quietly at the sight of your curlers still in before you are carefully rushing to take them down. 

“Can’t believe I almost walked out the house lookin' like a clown.” You laugh quietly at yourself as you go back to your bathroom to hairspray your hair, mumbling that you’ll clean your apartment floors later tonight as you trudged your outdoor shoes through your living room.

Once you were out the door, you all but skipped down the hall, taking the steps two at a time as you happily jumped down them so you could make it to the club on time - early even, which you hoped made a good first impression on the owner. 

“You’re early.” Mingyu chirps from behind you as you make your way up to the front doors of the club. 

“Jesus!” You yelp in surprise.

“Sorry darlin’, didn’t mean to scare ya.” He walks past you to unlock one of the doors. “Cheol ain’t here yet, it’s barely eight.”

“Guess I’m earlier than I thought.” You laugh nervously. 

“He’ll like that. Most of us barely run on time.”

“You’re here early too, though.”

“Actually, between me and you I’ve been here since seven.” He laughs quietly as he hangs his coat over one of the bar chairs. “We have a delivery comin soon and I was supposed to be here waitin' and cleanin'.”

“Well your secret is safe with me.” You smile at him as you watch the way he messes with the clock on some machine on the wall before he’s putting a card through it. “Don’t forget to set that clock back.” 

You watch Mingyu almost break his back as he jerks back around to make sure the punch machine clock reads the same time as the clock on the wall before he’s putting the glass cover back on it. 

“Thank you, darlin'’” He gives you a grin full of teeth. 

“No problem, handsome.” You giggle at the way he puffs his chest out a little at the comment. “If you need any help I obviously have some free time.”

“Just sit there and look cute while I restock the bar to make room for new inventory in the back.” He winks at you. “Wouldn’t want you gettin' hurt before you're supposed to perform for me and the big boss.”

“Lookin' pretty is no fun.” You huff as you sit at the bar just as the club door swings open to let in a bunch of natural light. 

“You must never have fun then.” Seungcheol doesn’t waste a beat as he locks the club door before shrugging his coat off and making his way to the staircase.

“I have plenty of fun, thank you very much.” You cross your arms and watch the way his pants accentuate his ass. 

“Do you now?” He stops in front of his office door to look back at you. “Hard to believe for a pretty face like yours.”

“You think I’m pretty?” 

“Doll… I’d be dumb to not think it.” You can’t help the little happy wiggle you do as Seungcheol turns back around to walk into his office. 

The bar doesn’t stay quiet for long as Mingyu hauls a bunch of boxes from the backrooms that are filled with supplies. 

“We had a busy week.” He drops the last box on the counter in front of you. “Had to call in this month’s shipment early.” 

Your eyebrows rose in curiosity as you peek into the box to view its contents. Packs of little drink umbrellas filled half the box, and with even more curiosity, you pull one of them out. 

“You mind pullin' those all out for me?” Mingyu sets an almost empty container on the counter next to the box that had a couple little umbrellas left. “Just put 'em in there and Chan will unwrap them later.”

A nice silence fell between the two of you as he replaced missing alcohol bottles on the shelves and put more cups under the counter. Mingyu even gave you a box full of straws and told you to wash your hands so you could fill all the straw dispensers with what was left in the box. 

“Are you makin' her work before she’s even hired, Gyu?” Seungcheol walks down the stairs to smile at the sight of you stocking straws and Mingyu stacking more receipt books under the register. 

“Hey, she wanted to help.” Mingyu shrugs as he goes about his business unbothered. 

“It’s fun stocking things.” You shrug in a similar manner as Mingyu without even looking up from the dispenser you're trying to symmetrically stuff straws into. 

“You two are strange.” He shakes his head before sitting at the bar to admire the way you floated behind the counter, moving around Mingyu's clumsy figure like he didn’t even exist. 

“Strange how?” Mingyu scoffs as he finishes his task before turning to stuff the last straw dispenser despite your whining that you were just about to do that one. “There was time to kill before her performance.” 

“There was only time to kill cause someone here is an early bird.” He smiles at the way you cross your arms. “Which is nice… It’s refreshing to see someone here before me.”

“Hey, I was here before you.” Mingyu butts in. 

“It’s a miracle.” Seungcheol raises his eyebrow at the tall male in a manner that challenged him to keep arguing. 

“Fuck face.” Mingyu mumbles under his breath in a playful manner before he starts gathering all the empty boxes to break down and toss out. 

“So.” Once Mingyu took all the trash to the backrooms Seungcheol put all his attention back on you. “Any reason why your early?”

“Gonna complain already?” You lean against the counter so you were closer to his vicinity. Mimicking you, Seungcheol leans forward too – you're so close your breath mingles together. 

“Who said I was complainin'?”

“Well you don’t seem too happy I’m here.”

“Oh darlin’, I’m over the moon.” He smirks at the way you bite your lip, your red lipstick unwavering. 

“Maybe I just wanted some alone time with your little guard back there without any distractions, like you.” You hum playfully. 

“Ouch, you’re hurtin' me doll.” He runs his tongue over his teeth.

“Aw.” You fake pout before you're grinning. “You could hurt me.”

“The only thing I’d hurt on you, doll, are your hips.” 

“Is that a promise?” You lean over the counter, a little more in excitement. Flirting came naturally to you, it was a great way to get what you wanted but you’ve never felt more genuinely attracted to someone like you are to Seungcheol. Before he could respond, Mingyu comes sauntering through the backdoors with his arms full of cleaning supplies. 

‘Great timing, Gyu” Seungcheol pulled away at the same time as you jumped back from leaning on the counter. 

“Sorry,” He looked at you, then his boss before he was dropping the supplies on the counter. “Did I interrupt somethin'?” Neither of you answered, which was enough of an answer for Mingyu as he starts to clean the bar, mumbling another apology to you as you scurried from behind the counter to stand a little awkwardly off to the side of where Seungcheol was sitting. 

“It’s almost time for you to sing for us, need me to set anything up for you?” You shake your head no, you were more than familiar with the systems that were used in clubs like this. “Everything you’ll need is either behind the stage or off to the side, yell if you need me.” 

While you were turning the system and speakers on, you realized you forgot your vinyl record that had the song on it at home. Cursing quietly under your breath you pray that they somehow have the record as you start to flip through the hundreds of vinyl records they had in the back. 

“How the hell are you not gonna have Abba in here?” You whine quietly as you made your way through the last couple of vinyls. “Mr. Choi!” You yell loud enough for him to hear you from behind the stage. You could hear what sounded like the chair hitting the counter (or floor) and Mingyu cursing as Seungcheol’s quick footsteps approach from behind you. 

“Are you okay?” His voice was filled with worry.

“I forgot my record at home and you don’t have it here for me to use in the background.” You huff quietly, a small pout on your lips. 

“Aw darlin'; you gave me a heart attack, I thought you hurt yourself.” Seungcheol sighs in relief. “Just sing without it, wow us even more without the sound.” 

“I haven’t performed for people without the music before.” You mumble, a little self conscious of your raw voice.  

“It’ll just be me and Gyu, you got nothin' to worry about.” He reassures you with a smile. “I’m gonna sit down, come out when you’re ready.” 

When Seungncheol went back out to the front room, you started to pace back and forth. You focused on the melody of the song in your head – you’ve sang this song a million times, both with and without the track, so it shouldn’t be too hard. 

After a couple minutes pass by, you finally take a deep breath and push your nerves down. Without much of a second thought, you walked out onto the stage and up to the mic that was already setup. Seungcheol was sitting at the bar with a glass of what looked like orange juice while Mingyu leaned against the counter to watch you intensely. 

“This song is supposed to be upbea.t so it might not sound as good without the music but,” you took a deep breath. “I’ll be singing Dancing Queen by Abba for you.” 

“You’ve got this!” Mingyu cheered quietly as he smiled encouragingly, while Seungcheol offered a soft smile that calmed you down instantly. 

You did a count in your head before you closed your eyes so you could feel the song deeper before you started to sing. Even without the music playing, you managed to stay on beat almost perfectly and as far as either male knew, the way you were singing the song was exactly how the song was supposed to sound. 

“That was…” Mingyu broke the silence right after you had finished singing before he started to clap and cheer loudly for you. “You’re amazing!” He flicks Seungcheol’s ear to snap him out of whatever trance he was in to give you his thoughts.

“I told you you didn’t need the music playing.”

“Wow you start off with ‘I told you so,’.” Mingyu mocks him playfully which earned him a rather harsh smack and a giggle from you. 

“Well I’m glad you both liked it since I was up here shakin' like a leaf in the wind.”

“Couldn’t even tell.” Mingyu calls after you as you go to shut the system off before joining the two in the front room again. 

“I don’t know what I was expectin' when you said you were a singer.” Seungcheol watches you take a seat. 

“Yeah he’s picky with his women, I mean singers.” Mingyu quickly excuses himself when Seungcheol glares at him hard. 

“Don’t listen to that idiot.” He sighs quietly. 

“It’s ok, I’m picky with my men.” You shrug and smile playfully at Seungcheol as you hop up onto the bar stool that was one away from where he was sitting. 

“Do you wanna sing here Friday nights?”

“Are you serious?”

“It’s just to start off with, if the people like you I’ll book you for more nights.” He takes a sip of his juice to hide his smile as he watches you practically jump in your seat out of excitement.

“I’d love to!” You bite your tongue to keep from squealing too loud. “I’ll remember my record this time.”

“You’ll have to show it to me so I can buy it for here.” You nod your head quickly.

“I can’t believe it,” You smile brightly again, your excitement hard to contain. “Thank you so so much.”

“Of course, don’t disappoint me now, okay?” His voice was playful.

“Never.” You sounded one hundred percent serious.

“Good girl.” He mumbles under his breath before he’s taking another sip of his juice. 

“I should get going now, I still have that date with the eiffel tower and a cafe to get breakfast.”

“Right.” He stands up from his chair so he can walk you out. “The view from the tower is beautiful.”

“So I’ve heard.” 

“You hear a lot of things don’t you, doll?”

“Only good things I fear.” You give him a cheeky smile as you sigh quietly at the feeling of the warm sun hitting your face as you step outside. 

“Well, have fun. I’ll see you Friday?”

“Maybe sooner if you’re lucky.” You can’t will yourself to step away yet. 

“Well I hope I’m lucky then.” He leans against the doorframe, unable to move himself. 

“We’ll see if you are.” A car horn in the distance finally broke you from whatever was keeping you glued there as you stepped backwards down the sidewalk like you did when saying bye to Mingyu the first day you were at the club. “Bye Mr. Choi, See you soon!”

“I hope.” He mumbles to himself as he waves back at you, yelling to be careful as you almost run into a lamp post.

“Bye Darlin’!” Mingyu pushes Seungcheol out the way so he can yell down the road before you were too far out of earshot. 

“Bye Mingyu!” You turn back around to yell. “By the way, my name is Y/N!” Your laugh could be heard even from that distance as you make your way towards the Eiffel tower, flipping off a man who cat-called you from his car. 

For some reason you found it hard to sleep, the birds were extra loud outside your window and the sun had barely breeched the horizon. Groaning for the umpteenth time that morning, you sit up abruptly, your hair a wild mess from all the tossing and turning you’ve been doing. 

“This is stupid.” You mumble before tossing your blankets off your body so you could go to the bathroom to take a shower, hoping it’ll wake you up more.

The market down the street was going to open soon and you were in desperate need of more milk and coffee for your apartment. So when you got out of your shower you didn’t waste too much time in doing your hair, choosing to put it up in a messy ponytail with a red ribbon you recycled from an old christmas present. You didn’t bother with makeup before walking out of the house in a skirt that you cut to sit in the middle of your thighs along with a tank top. 

Strolling down the street slowly, you reminisced a little with what’s happened the last couple of weeks, from you leaving New York and being stuck on a ship for weeks only to land in France where your dreams came true quicker then they ever would in America, the so called place where dreams come true. In the middle of your thoughts, an obnoxious whistle broke you from your trance and an even more obnoxious voice followed. 

“Hi there, sweets.” The thick French -ccented English was slurred by alcohol and you weren’t surprised as you gave him the fakest and sweetest smile you could muster. 

“Don’t fall on your way home.” You wiggled your fingers as you waved him goodbye. Sometimes it was better to hold your tongue and be nice, especially in a foreign setting that you weren’t too familiar with. 

Luckily that was the only thing you had to deal with before making it to your destination. The market was just barely opened, the cashiers and a couple other customers joined you in the rather spacious store for it being so close to downtown. 

“Well hey there, darlin'.’” The grin in the voice made you know instantly who it was. 

“Hi Mingyu.” You put a jar of strawberry preserves into your little wicker basket that you brought with you as a bag. 

“How’dja know it was me?” You looked up at the six-foot-something male with a raised eyebrow. 

“Kiddin' me? I could hear the shameless grin in your voice from a mile away.”

“Touched you can recognize me without even lookin', I must be that good lookin'.” 

“Hardly.” You grin playfully as you move on to look at the selection of bread they had on display today. 

“Ouch, you hurt me darlin’.” He whines and it reminds you of Seungcheol, and a chill ran up your spine at the mere thought of said male. 

“What brings you to the store so early? Thought you weren’t a mornin' person.” You put a loaf of sourdough bread in your basket and look back to see Mingyu's brown mop of hair peeking over the top of the shelf as he moved to the aisle over. Either he’s tall as fuck or the shelves are short, both could be true. 

“Cheol’s been cooped up in his office all mornin stressin', an' being his right hand, it’s my job to stress with him I guess.” He sighs quietly but you still heard it as you moved further away from him to grab some bagels. 

“Stressed?”

“Yeah, immigration is on his ass 'bout papers for all the workers, himself included, so he’s tryin to get his shit straight before someone gets in trouble.” Mingyu pops up next to you to grab himself some bagels. “So bring your papers with you on Friday, darlin’.” 

“I will.” You hum quietly before looking down at the weird assortment of things in his store basket. “Whatcha makin’?” 

“Whatever Cheol is in the mood for later, I love cookin' and it helps him get the stick out his ass.” He shrugs as he moves towards the refrigerated section. 

“You cook?”

“And clean so if yer lookin’ for a husband I’m takin' applications.” He looks at you over his shoulder. “But only for you, darlin’.”

“In your dreams lover boy.”

“I could always dream ‘bout you.” He laughs quietly when you scoff. “Guessin' I’m not your type?” All you can do is shrug.

“Don’t gotta type.”

“Oh?” 

“All they gotta be able to do is make me orgasm I guess.”

“Scandalous.” He checks through a couple packs of eggs before finding one he’s content with. “You and Cheol are similar in that way - as long as they’re kind he doesn’t care much who or what they are.”

“Do you care?” 

“All I care is that they like my cookin’.” You knew you had found your people as you continue to shop with Mingyu trailing behind, picking up items he wasn’t even planning on until he saw you shopping in the section. 

“Are you going back to the club now?” You walk out the store after you argued with Mingyu over him paying for your groceries, him arguing that it was a “welcome to the neighborhood” gift. 

“Only to drop this stuff off.” He holds up his bag of groceries. “Then I gotta go pick up Cheol’s suit from the tailor and pick up some more food that I can’t get at a regular market.”’

“Imports?”

“Fresh fish straight from the ports of Japan and I’m picking up an order I had put in a while back for fresh Gochugaru.” 

“Chili flakes?” You looked at him curiously.

“Yeah... You know Korean?”

“A little, my neighbor was a little old Korean lady and her kids moved across country and didn’t visit anymore, so I’d hang out with her often and she’d teach me Korean.”

“Cute,” Mingyu smiles gently, a huge contrast from the grin he always had. “Me and Cheol were forced to learn English when we had moved here because it was either that or French and one was significantly easier than the other for us.” 

“You speak really well.” 

“Thank you, I try.” You couldn’t help but giggle at the way he puffed his chest out. 

A comforting silence fell over the two of you as you continued to walk down the street in the general direction of where you lived. Reaching a certain intersection you two stop - one way led you the rest of the way to your apartment and the other way led in the direction of the club. 

“Need me to walk you the rest of the way home?” 

“I got it from here Gyu.” You start to walk again in the direction of home, leaving Mingyu to stand there on his own. 

“Gyu...” He smiled happily at you using his nickname. “Be safe! And I’ll be out of the club for at least an hour if you wanted to go visit the stress ball in his office, he could use the distraction!” 

“I’ll consider gracing him!” You call back over your shoulder before waving goodbye to the golden retriever of a man who all but scurried across the street, narrowly missing a car who he quickly cursed at loud enough for you to hear him from down the road. 

It didn’t take you long to get all your groceries put away, the thought of going to see Seungcheol had you moving on auto pilot. Taking a second to freshen up your appearance, you make sure your hair isn’t frizzy before you make your way out of your apartment to walk to the club. 

The streets were unnaturally quiet as you walked in the direction that has become all too familiar to you in the short amount of time you’ve been here. Finally seeing the doors come into view, you realize that Mingyu said he was going to be out, so you had no idea on how you were going to get in. 

“Oh!” Mingyu jumps a little as he opens the door to leave to see you standing there with a look of contemplation on your face. “You came darlin’. ”

“I hope I will be later,” The look of confused curiosity Mingyu gave you made you shake your head with a fond smile, opting to not explain your innuendo. “You said I’d be a good distraction for Mr. Choi so of course I came.”

“Well he’s up in his office, like he has been for hours.” Mingyu sighs quietly as he looks up at Seungcheol’s office in worry before he’s turning to give you a smile. “Like I said, I’ll be out for a couple hours so whole place is to yourselves.”

“Thank you.” You wave him goodbye, wishing him to be safe. 

“Mr. Choi?” You mumble quietly as you knock on his door. It takes a long few seconds for you to get any acknowledgement that he heard you. “I’m comin’ in.” You didn’t give him the option to let you in or not as you open the door slowly to see tired eyes framed by fluffy and tousled hair looking at you. 

“Whatcha doin’ here, honey?” The new nickname sent butterflies a flight in your tummy as you close the door behind you and make your way to stand in front of his desk. 

“Gyu said you were stressin’,” you mumble as you look at all the paperwork spread across his desk. “Maybe you need a break from all this.” 

“I can’t just ignore this all…” He sighs quietly as he runs his hand through his hair for what looks like the millionth time that morning. 

“I’m not saying to forget ‘bout it, just saying you need to relax.” You start to gently and carefully stack the papers into a neat pile before setting it on the corner of his desk. Seungcheol just watches your hands move, even as you slowly move around his desk to stand behind him. “Let me help you, Mr. Choi.”

You hum quietly as you rest your hands on his shoulders and gently pull him to sit back in his chair. Sighing again, Seungcheol lets you do whatever you want as you start to massage at his shoulders - something you picked up from the men that you’d visit that worked on Wall Street. 

“That feels nice.” He mumbles, his eyes fluttering closed as he relaxes into the back of his chair more. 

“Yeah?” You mumble with a smile, a little sultry tone to your voice as you knead a little harder, the knot under your fingertips melting away. Seungcheol groans, satisfied at the tension leaving his body as he curses quietly in Korean causing you to giggle quietly. The words were familiar, your old neighbor having said them a time or two but in an angrier tone. 

“What’s so funny doll?” He opens his mouth, his eyebrow raised in curiosity as he looked up at you. 

“Nothin’ Mr. Choi.” You move your thumbs to rub as the back of his neck, gentler than you treated his shoulders. 

“Y’know, if you keep callin' me Mr. Choi, I might just have to marry you.” He grins a little at the way you squeak in shock. 

“You haven’t even taken me out to dinner yet and yer already proposin’?” You watch as Seungcheol sits up straight and rolls his head and shoulders, sighing in content at the relief he feels. 

“My mother calls my father Mr. Choi, they’ve been married forty years now.” You couldn’t tell if he was joking anymore about the marriage thing as he spun around in his office chair to look up at you. 

“What?” You look down at your outfit to see if there was anything he was staring at as a minute of silence passed by with him just looking at you. 

“You should be on the cover of Vogue instead of in some place like this.” His fingers twitch on his lap as he finally lets his eyes wander farther than your face, but not for long as he’s looking back up into your eyes. Something about the way he held eye contact had your knees feeling weak.  He didn’t look at you like you were a piece of meat but rather that you were the finest chocolates from À la Mère de Famille. 

“I’m not a model sir.” You shrug as you begin to feel shy, something you haven’t felt around a man in a long time. “Besides, I like it here. The workers are hot and the atmosphere is calmin’.”

“The workers?” He raises his eyebrow in a pouting manner. “What ‘bout the owner?”

“Oh, he’s more than hot but you didn’t hear that from me.” You wink, giggling quietly at the way his pout turns to a smirk. 

“Is that so? 'Nother rumor, I suppose.”

“Starting to think it’s not a rumor.” You hum quietly, rocking on your heels a little. 

“Are there any other rumors you wanna prove to be true, darlin’?” He leans back in his chair and manspreads as he props his chin on his hand that’s resting on the armrest. 

“Mm, not rumors per say.” You take an experimental step forward. “More of personal speculation.” 

“Speculation?” He watches you like a hawk, his eyes darkening the closer you get. 

“Can I touch you?” You whisper when you finally stand between his open knees. 

“Fuck…” He groans quietly at the idea. “Thought you’d never ask, darlin’.” He nods his head, giving you approval to touch him. 

Seungcheols adam’s apple bobs a little as he swallows, your fingers lighting a fire under his skin everywhere they ghost. You trailed your fingers up his knees and over his thighs before your palms begin to lay flat against his stomach. When you dig your fingers into the fabric of his dress shirt, Seungcheol flexed, the feeling of you tugging on it gently causes his resolve to crumble. 

“Can I touch you?” It’s his turn to ask as his hands moved to grip at his armrests tightly. 

“‘Course sir,” you whisper as you lean in closer, the scent of your soap filling his senses as his hands move to grab the back of your thighs so he can yank you to sit in his lap in one solid movement. 

“Tell me to stop.” He mumbles as his hands travel up your back so he can pull you closer to his body. 

“Don’t want you to stop.” You mumble as you lean closer to him, your hands leaving his stomach so you can drape your arms over his shoulders. 

“Tell me when then.” He lets you lean in first to kiss and once your lips are on his, he’s spinning his chair around so he can press you against the edge of his desk. Smiling into the kiss you begin to rock and roll your hips in a way that has him hissing and groaning as he pulls away from the kiss.

“You got the hips of a dancer.” He groans at how expertly you moved your lower body against his as he kisses down your cheek and to your neck, something no one has really done before. The time he took kissing and mapping out every inch of your neck until he found your sweet spot had you whining. 

“Told Gyu I was one,” You moan for the first time and it takes everything in Seungcheol to not slam you down on his desk to hear more of your pretty sounds. “Could show you what I got.”

“'Nother day.” He groans as he nips at the sensitive skin behind your ear before pulling away to look you in the eyes. Again the eye contact had your stomach flipping as you swallow the moan in your throat. “God…” He groans, his eyes closing as his hands on your back grip your shirt tightly. 

“Am I a god now  baby?”

“I’ll fuckin' worship you like one.” He growls when you push your hips down harder, the desire growing in every inch of your body as you bite your lip and watch him through hooded eyes. 

“Mmm~” You lean your head back and close your eyes in pleasure when Seungcheol finally grips your hips and grinds up into you. “Fuck daddy.” The name slips off your tongue like the old habit it was, men in America would fall to their knees when the word left your plush lips. 

In the blink of an eye, Seungcheol hoists you up to lay you flat on top of his desk so he can stand between your legs. His pupils were completely blown now, but you were sure yours were too as your thighs squeeze around his hips and he loosens the tie he had on and unbuttons the top buttons of his dress shirt. 

“I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk outta here, darlin’.”

“You did say you could bruise my hips daddy, hope you weren’t lyin’.” He haphazardly rolls his sleeves up past his elbows before he’s diving down to kiss you again, this time a lot harsher than the first. 

Moaning into his mouth, you tangle your fingers in his dark hair and tug it when he nips your tongue. All he does is smirk into the kiss and without letting up for much air ,he makes work on undoing his pants in the little room that’s between your bodies. 

You tug his hair hard enough for him to pull away, his eyes half open as he groans at the delicious sting on his scalp. When you let go of his dark locks he stands up straight again so he can push his dress pants down his thighs and make work on tugging your panties off from under the skirt you had on. 

“Tell me where you want me to finish.” He mumbles as he lets his hands travel up your thighs to slowly push your skirt up until it was resting on your stomach. His eyes stared you down like you were an art piece in the Louvre as his hands continued up your body till they were squeezing your boobs through the tanktop you were wearing. 

“Inside.” You could see his cock twitch behind his boxer briefs as his eyes snap up to look at you. 

“You sure darlin’? What ‘bout a kid?” He didn’t seem too nervous about having a kid with you but he was nervous that you might regret it. 

“I’m on the pill.”

“The pill?”

“Yeah, it’s what some of the girls back home would call their birth control.” Your hands reach out to grab the ends of Sungcheol’s dress shirt to try and tug him towards you again, the cold air hitting your exposed pussy making the desire grow even more in you. “Not too sure ‘bout it yet though, haven't had unprotected sex since startin' it but I guess we’ll see if ya knock me up tonight.” 

Seungcheol just smirks at your words and he opens his mouth to make some cheeky little comment but you sit up enough to grab his hair and yank him down to kiss him - shutting him up effectively and kickstarting his gears again as he pushes his hips against yours. The heat of your bare cunt makes his cock twitch more as he groans into the kiss that’s turned a little sloppy but that's just the way you like it as you grind your hips up against his, urging him to finally fuck you. 

“You’re so warm.” He almost whines when he pulls away from the kiss to breathe as he pushes his boxers down enough for his cock to smack up against his stomach. Your mouth waters at the sight and your core pulses at the thought of being filled up more than you’ve ever been. 

“'Nd your big.” You breathe out as he runs the tip of his cock through your folds, letting it nudge against your clit a couple times as he gets all nice and coated in your juices before he’s slipping further down where your entrance greedily sucks him in without much work from him. 

“Fuck.” His hands grip the edge of the desk by your head as his eyes roll a little at how you squeeze around him. It was a familiar feeling but one he hasn’t felt in a long time and he can say with ease that it’s never felt this good before and he’s barely bottomed out. 

“Move please.” You beg, the feeling of being split open made your brain go fuzzy and your mouth fill with drool as you choke on a moan when he slowly slides out till just the tip sits in your entrance. Just when you went to complain about him leaving you empty, he’s slamming back into you, jostling his desk and knocking the papers down that you had stacked up. “Fuck!” Your voice was high pitched and whiny as he definitely set a bruising pace early on. 

“That’s it, take it doll,” He groans into your ear as he kisses and nips at your cheek and ear. “So good.” He moves one of his hands to trail down your side where it rests on your hip. 

Your voice got lost in your throat as all you could do was moan and whimper a pathetic “Yes daddy,” every few seconds and every time you said it Seungcheol would find a new angle to make you say it louder and he’d accompany it with a smack to the side of your ass cheek - and when he felt like that side had enough attention hed switch to the other side. 

“You’re getting tighter baby.” He moans instead of groans this time which causes you to squeeze around his cock tighter, the sound sending shockwaves through your body. 

“So good~” You moan as you claw at his shoulders and scalp which draws more moans from him as he feels his orgasm approaching like a freight train. 

“Oh fuck.” His hips stutter a little as he digs his nails into your hip to keep a grip on you as he quite literally fucks you into his desk. 

“Right there daddy, fuck.” You gasp and lean your head back and bite your lip, your orgasm right there. “Daddy!” You squeal when he angles his hips up a little and hits your g-spot with precision, which finally draws you over the edge. 

The force of your orgasm pulls Seungcheol over the edge with you as he groans your name lowly into your ear followed by gentle kisses to the side of your head as he continues to fuck his cum into you until both of your orgasms have been ridden out. Slowly he manages to pull himself from your grasp as he hisses at the loss of your warmth wrapping around him. 

Pride swelled in Seungcheol’s chest as he looked down at your worn out state, your hair was a mess and little love bites adorn your neck like a necklace. The cherry on top of everything though was the way his cum seeped out of your weeping cunt and it has his cock twitching again. 

“Still think I belong on Vogue?”  You mumble a little shyly as you looked at the way he was just staring at you as you slowly sit up. When you hissed quietly he was quick to jump forward and help you. 

“I’ll always think that,” He smiles as he picks your panties up from where he dropped them and helped you slip them on while you were still sitting on his desk. “You’re gorgeous, doll.”

“Well I feel like I belong on Playboy,” You roll your eyes playfully at your own little joke towards yourself before you're smiling up at Seungcheol as you reach forward to fix his shirt as he tucks himself back into his boxers and pants. “And thank you, you're not too bad yourself sir.” He makes a little noise at the title. 

“What’s Playboy?” He mumbles as he rubs soothingly at your hips while slowly helping you off his desk where you stand on wobbly legs. 

“I’ll explain it later.” You giggle quietly before your stomach interrupts by rumbling. “I’m hungry now.” 

“Sure it’s not a baby in there?” You laugh at him while smacking his side. 

“Don’t jinx it or I’ll never get to have that threesome you promised me.” You joked playfully. 

“Oh we’ll still have that threesome, darlin’.” He grabs his coat to drape it over your shoulders as he helps you walk to the door of his office. “But I don’t take too kind to sharin’ what’s mine.”

“Does that mean I’m yours?” He shrugs as he looks down at you. 

“Are ya?” You try to hide your smile by biting your lip as you walk ahead of him down the stairs. 

“Maybe I am.” You finally hum as you turn to look at him once you made it to the bottom of the stairs. “Does that mean you’re mine?”

“Maybe it does.” He smiles at you as he stops directly in front of you and grabs your hips to pull you against his body. “Never felt like this for someone so quick, like hell I’d let you go.” He mumbles before he’s kissing you gently, one of his hands moving up to cup the side of your face as your hands cup the sides of his neck gently. 

“Well,” Mingyu’s voice was laced in a pout as he opened the door of the club, his arms full of bags. “Havin’ fun without me? I’m hurt.”

“Great timing, Gyu.” Seungcheol mumbles against your lips with a huff. You giggle quietly and pull away from Seungcheol completely to go and try and help Mingyu with what he was carrying. If it wasn’t for the look Seungcheol gave him he would’ve fought you harder to do it all himself. 

“Did you get all your ingredients for lunch?” You hum as you follow the tall male into the kitchen, where he directs where to put the stuff you were holding. 

“Yeah, the market wasn’t that packed yet thankfully, but it also meant I wasn’t as gone as long as I thought.” He turns his head to look at you over his shoulder with a sheepish grin. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, we had plenty of time.” You snort at the way he almost fell when he whipped around to face you fully. “I’m hungry though so I’ll tell you the details later.”

“Deal, guess I gotta make a heavier lunch to make up for all the energy you two burnt.” He goes back to putting the groceries away, leaving you to wander back into the main room of the club where you expected Seungcheol to be but it was empty. Huffing quietly you sit at the bar and squeak a little at the feeling of your thighs becoming wet from the mess Seunghceol left in your panties. 

“Sorry, I had to go grab somethin' from my office.” Seungcheol joins you in sitting down not even a minute after you had sat down. 

“What is it?” You question curiously as he sets a small box in front of you. 

“A welcome gift, was gonna give it to you Friday, but guess you were right about seein' you sooner.” He smiles as you happily open the box only to close the lid quickly and slid it back towards him.

“No.”

“No?” He tried to not sound hurt.

“That looks too expensive.” He seemed to be a little relieved at this answer. 

“Don’t worry 'bout my money doll, besides you’re worth it.” He opens the box himself and pulls the little bottle of Chanel N°5 perfume. He opens the cap and gently grabs your wrist so he can spray a little bit onto it. 

“I’ve never heard of Chanel.” You mumble as you bring your wrist up to smell the perfume and you almost sigh at how good it smells. 

“Everyone is gonna know Chanel after they meet you.” He mumbles as he carefully puts the cap back on and puts it back in the box for you. 

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Cheol.” You look at him with raised eyebrows.

“You can call me Cheol when it’s just us and Gyu, and maybe Chan but he might tease me for it so try to refrain if you can.” He sighs quietly at the younger male’s antics. 

“Ok Cheol.” You smile, loving the taste of his nickname on your tongue and Seungcheol seemed to like it just as much as his adam’s apple bobs. 

“Ok love birds, try to not fuck on the bar please, don’t have time to disinfect it all.” Mingyu barges through the back door just as Seungcheol had leaned in to kiss you. 

“It’s my bar, Gyu.” Seungcheol glares at him as he sits up straight. 

“Not while I’m here, friend.” He laughs as he grabs three glasses so he could pour you all drinks. 

“Was thinking of making gochujang garlic noodles with some bulgogi and kimchi on the side.” Mingyu hands you your glass.

“That sounds amazing, I haven’t had kimchi and bulgogi since the night before I left.” You take a small sip of your whiskey, the warmth filling your body.

“You’ve had those things before?” Seunghceol looks at you curiously while he takes a sip of his alcohol. 

“Yeah, my neighbor was Korean and she’d cook all the time for me.” You give him a smile as you take another sip. 

“She even knows a little Korean!” Mingyu chirps up as he goes back to the kitchen with his glass of plain cranberry juice. 

“You do!?” He looks ecstatic as he jumps in to quizzing you on all the words you know while also teaching you a couple of his own favorite words while you two wait for Mingyu to finish cooking you lunch.

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seungcheol bday thoughts,,

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imagine acting like its a normal day when really you were planning cheols party in secret with his friends but when you come back home to get him out the house hes all pouty and sad cz he thought you forgot it was his birthday but you still had to keep up your facade so seungkwan and vernon could set up your house for when you both get back.

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cheol would be sad when he walks up your front porch steps while you’re grabbing stuff from the car thinking you wouldnt be celebrating his birthday this year, but when he opens the door he sees all his friends waiting for him with a cake in their hands.

he’d skim over the sign which read “happy seungch day” (mingyu didnt put enough tape on the letters ‘e’, ‘o’, and ‘l’) and when seunghceol would turn around with you behind him, he’d pull you into a tight hug then cup both of your cheeks as hed kiss you warmly with a big smile </3

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✨Prince Choi Seungcheol✨

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When You See Him Shirtless For The First Time ~ Seventeen Reaction

S. Coups:

Your body froze as you rolled across into Seunghceol’s side, placing your hand against his chest only to land on bare skin rather than the usual material of his pyjama shirt that you had become so accustomed too.

“I can’t believe you’ve hidden this from me for all this time,” you scolded, running your hand down to settle against his abs, glancing up at Seunghceol’s eyes staring back at you. “You’ve got a great body; do you know that?”

“I’m only sleeping shirtless because it’s so hot tonight.”

“I’ll take any excuse, especially when I get to cuddle up to a body like yours.”

His head shook back at you, “are you listening to me at all, or have you purposely chosen to ignore the part where I told you that I was warm.”

“Of course, you’re always warm when you’ve got a body that’s hot like this.”

“You’re impossible,” he laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “I guess I’ll let you stay here, and I’ll just suffer in the heat.”

“I always get what I want in the end Seungcheol.”

Jeonghan:

You were stuck in the spot as you heard the shower turn off, glancing across as Jeonghan pulled the curtain back, flinching backwards as he saw you in the room in search of a hairband in one of the bathroom drawers.

“Sorry,” you nervously whispered, unable to stop yourself from having a peek at his body as droplets of water ran down his frame. “I thought you’d take longer than that to shower, I was just looking for a hairband to use.”

“Were you looking for a hairband, or is that just an excuse?”

“No, I really was. Although the plan has worked out rather well for me in the end.”

His eyes rolled as the corners of your mouth continued to turn up into a smile, “I always knew that you were trouble, but I didn’t think you’d be this bad.”

“I can leave you alone if you want me to and find a hairband later.”

“Why would I deprive you of getting to enjoy this view,” he smugly grinned, looking down at his abs, “I know you like it more than you’re letting on.”

“Really? And there I was thinking that I was being subtle.”

Joshua:

A loud hiss came from you as the sun hit you, feeling underneath the duvet you were greeted by nothing which only left you more confused. As you began to take in your surroundings however, you soon found what you were looking for.

“Oh,” you stuttered, looking across to Joshua as he began to look through his wardrobe for an outfit to wear, his bare chest on shot. “Have you been hiding that for all this time?” You chuckled as he spun around at the sound of your voice.

“What? This? My body isn’t that good Y/N.”

“Are you kidding me right now? Your body is incredible, your abs are insane.”

His head shook as he pulled out a shirt throwing it down onto the bed. “This might be a stupid question, but do you want me to get dressed just yet?”

“I think maybe just keep that top off for a little while longer, don’t you?”

“I thought you might say that,” he laughed, throwing himself down beside you on the bed, “so, my body is good in your eyes?”

“It’s more than good, it’s amazing.”

Jun:

Your eyes lit up as you reached the top of the hotel to find that the swimming pool was completely empty, except for the two of you at poolside. Whilst you made yourself comfortable, before you knew it, Junhui was beside you shirtless.

“That was quick,” you muttered underneath your breath, slightly flustered by the close distance between you both. “And pretty impressive too, where the hell have you been hiding this body all this time?”

“I’ve just never needed to take my shirt off around you before.”

“If I had a body as good as yours, I would take my shirt off at every possible opportunity.”

His eyes rolled as you took off your swimsuit cover up, “I guess I just prefer to keep my body exclusive for those that I want to admire it.”

“Do I get to be one of those people now? Is this all mine?”

“That depends,” he mused, taking a hold of your hand, “if you can beat me into the pool then I guess that you can admire the abs from now on.”

“It’s on! There’s no way I’m losing this one.”

Hoshi:

As you crept carefully down the stairs, the smell of food hit you, walking through the house a smirk appeared on your face as you spotted Soonyoung in the kitchen dancing around the hob as he prepared breakfast for you both.

“Do you always cook without a shirt on?” You teased as he spun around to meet your eyes, trying to keep control of everything that was on the hob. “Do you need a hand with that? I could always be your sous chef?”

“I’m good, you just made me jump a little bit, that’s all.”

“I think you made me jump a little more coming down to see this.”

His smile widened as he noticed exactly where your eyes had focused, “I was thinking breakfast in bed, but you beat me to it and woke up.”

“I must have known there was something delicious going on downstairs?”

“And by that do you mean the breakfast I’m preparing or my abs?” He laughed, watching on as your eyes widened in surprise.

“Both, but the abs are more of a treat for sure.”

Wonwoo:

A heavy sigh came from you as you closed your apartment door behind you, surprised when you looked into the room and saw Wonwoo walking around with his shirt forgotten about in search of his phone charger.

“Have you not gone home yet?” You questioned, letting go of a giggle as his body jumped at the sound of your voice. “Not that I’m complaining, I could get used to coming home to a view like this if you wouldn’t mind it too.”

“Sorry, I was almost packed, but I’ve lost something.”

“You don’t need to apologise, after the day I’ve had, this is a great time.”

Wonwoo’s eyes rolled as he took a few steps towards you, “can you focus on helping me find my phone charger rather than staring at my body like that?”

“I wish I could, but your body is just too good for me to ignore.”

“I guess I’ll just carry on looking by myself,” he frowned, biting down on his bottom lip, “and go and find a shirt to put on as well.”

“Fine! I’ll help, but the top stays off.”

Woozi:

As Jihoon called for the figure who knocked on his studio door to enter, his eyes widened as he realised that it was you.  Your eyes instantly darted in surprise to his bare chest as he sat down at his desk.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” you smiled nervously, not quite sure where to look as Jihoon let go of a chuckle. “Is this some weird ritual of yours that I don’t know about, do you have to write a song in the nude?”

“The aircon is broken and it’s far too hot in here.”

“Don’t blame the aircon, I’ve found out your little secret now Lee Jihoon.”

His head shook as you closed the door behind you, “I’m being serious, sweat was dripping onto the lyric sheets, I had no other choice to cool down.”

“I guess I just picked a very good day to come and surprise you in that case.”

“You must have known,” he smiled, inviting you across to take a seat, “I’m not going to get any work done now that you’re here though, am I?”

“Looking like that? There’s much better ways to spend your time.”

DK:

Your body froze as you heard the bathroom door open, glancing around as Seokmin walked back into the room with just a towel wrapped around his waist, leaving his chest exposed for your eyes to fall upon.

“This is a nice surprise,” you hummed, as Seokmin looked around to see you sat on the end of the bed. “Don’t mind me, I just came back up to look for my hairbrush, but this is a nice added bonus for me to see too.”

“Are you sure you’re not here on purpose in case you can peek?”

“I can’t believe you’d ever think I would do such a thing; I’m just looking for a brush.”

His eyebrows raised, not quite believing in what you had to say. “So, when I heard you talk to Y/F/N the other day about a plan to see naked, this wasn’t it?”

“Oh, you heard that conversation, did you? You shouldn’t eavesdrop you know.”

“You were so loud it was impossible not to hear you,” Seokmin chuckled, “you always get loud when you get excited about things.”

“Well, this was just coincidence, I promise you.”

Mingyu:

As a pair of arms snaked around your waist, your breath hitched as you felt Mingyu’s bare chest press against your back. Your eyes tried to look back and see if he was awake or not, but you couldn’t quite see.

“Mingyu,” you whispered, unsure if he was aware of the way he held you or if it was a mistake you should ignore. “Are you awake?” You then questioned, hearing him hum behind you. “What are you doing right now?”

“Am I not allowed to cuddle up to you whilst I sleep?”

“It’s not that, but you’ve not got a top on, and I can feel your abs against me.”

He continued to hum behind you, “if that’s a problem then I can go back to sleeping how I was before, I just thought you might enjoy a hug.”

“I am, but you’ve never hugged me like this before, never whilst naked.”

“I guess I’m just comfortable enough around you now to do this without needing a top on,” he whispered, “I love cuddling you.”

“And I love cuddling you, even more so now.”

The8:

Your hands rubbed at your eyes, making sure that you were awake as you looked across the bedroom to see Minghao’s bare back as he pulled the curtains apart. As he spun around, your eyes widened at the sight before you.

“Damn,” you muttered, immediately looking away from his eyes when Minghao realised that you were staring at him. “Good morning,” you muttered, shyly pulling the duvet up tightly around underneath your neck.

“What’s got you all flustered this morning then?”

“You know exactly what’s got me flustered, it’s too early for all of this.”

Minghao let go of a chuckle as he perched on the end of the bed, “I never imagined seeing a shirtless guy would make you this way, remind me to never take you to the beach.”

“It’s just you, you’re the problem looking naked and hot and really good.”

“I see,” he continued to grin smugly, “so not all men make you flustered like this, just really good ones with good abs?”

“I never said you had good abs, but that isn’t a lie too.”

Seungkwan:

After the end of their show, Seungkwan invited you down to the sauna with him in the hope of easing the pain in his leg after another strenuous performance, meeting you there, he was already prepared to go in.

“Where do I look?” You chuckled, surprised to see him stood before you with just his swim trunks on, his abs on full display for you to see. “I’ve never seen you like this before; I don’t quite know how to react.”

“As long as you like what you see, then I’m happy.”

“Like what I see? Seungkwan, have you seen yourself? Anyone would like your body.”

A soft blush crept onto Seungkwan’s cheeks as you chose to study his body closely, “do you really think my body is that impressive?”

“Are you kidding me? Your body is incredible, I’m being serious, it’s insane.”

“Thank you,” he grinned, “it’s weird to hear someone compliment my body, it’s a part of me that not many people get to see.”

“I’m glad I got to see it, and now I can enjoy it too.”

Vernon:

A smile formed on your face as soon as you walked down the stairs, with one of Vernon’s shirts hugging your figure to find him stood in the kitchen, hovering over the kettle with no shirt covering hist body.

“Well, that’s a pretty nice wake up cool,” you spoke up, sniggering as he flinched at the sudden sound of your voice. “Did you purposely leave your shirt in the bedroom so I could come down and see all of this?”

“I thought you were sleeping, what are you doing awake?”

“It was lonely upstairs, and I couldn’t miss out on all of this now too, could I?”

His smile widened as your eyes trailed along his defined abs, “I should probably take my shirt from you, it’s far too big for you anyway.”

“Don’t you even think about doing something like that or they’ll be trouble.”

“Ouch!” He exclaimed as you slapped his hand away, “are you really that desperate to see me shirtless so early in the morning?”

“Of course, there’s no better way to wake up.”

Dino:

The sound of Chan calling out your name captured your attention as you came home from work, walking straight up to the bedroom where it came from, stopping in the doorway when you saw him laid out on the bed.

“Hi,” you grinned, unable to hide the gentle blush that began to form on your cheeks, “why did you shout me when you’re currently laying half naked across my bed?” You then questioned, looking at him in confusion.”

“I shouted and told you not to come up yet.”

“Oh, I guess I must have had you wrong, what a shame that was, right?”

Chan’s head shook as he followed your gaze across to his abs, “I’ve not worked out today, so they’re not looking quite as good as they could look to be able to impress.”

“They’re still very impressive from where I’m standing, very impressive.”

“Y/N,” he laughed, waving his hand over his abs to bring you back into the room, “and this is why I didn’t want you to come up.”

“I’ve seen it all now, and I definitely like it too.”

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Masterlist

#seventeen #seventeen imagine #seventeen reaction #seventeen scenario #s.coups imagine #jeonghan imagine #joshua imagine #jun imagine #hoshi imagine #wonwoo imagine #dk imagine #woozi imagine #mingyu imagine #the8 imagine #seungkwan imagine #vernon imagine #dino imagine #s.coups #jeonghan #joshua #jun #hoshi #wonwoo #dk #woozi #mingyu #the8 #seungkwan #vernon #dino

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

Class Has Started

Request: ayee then can i get maybe a professer seungcheol fic? i'm thinking, you're one of the bad students in class who don't really listen or do her work, so one day he decides to call you and stay back and WELL YEAH THAT? is this request okay, would you want me to be a little more specific?? honestly you could write about anything and i'd like it,, YOUR WORK IS ONE OF MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITES

1.9k words

Warnings for: no protection, creampie, choking, sex, slightly public sex, degradation

The sound of a bell ringing echoed through the room, and children began to clamber up from your desks. You shot up in the air, startled awake by the bell.

You looked around slowly, wondering if anyone had noticed your midclass slumber, when your eyes fell on your professor, giving you a particularly annoyed expression.

Shit.

You didn’t have to be told to pack your bag a little slower then the others.

“Do you think it’s funny not to take school seriously?”

The question caught you off guard, but not for the reason that you were sure Seungcheol wanted it to be for you.

“Yeah?” You replied, raising a single eyebrow towards him. “Was that really any question? I thought I was making that clear enough.”

It wasn’t necessarily that you didn’t care about your education. You knew that your education was important, but you also knew that you didn’t need this class to graduate and messing with Professor Choi was one of your favorite things to do.

It was so easy to get under his skin, and he let you take naps in his class most days with little to no repercussions. So you didn’t see much shame in taking naps most days. It was just... Today you could tell something had snapped in him, he had enough of you and your behavior.

“Look, you are failing my class,” Seungcheol stated pointedly. ‘And you are going to have to do something about that if you want to pass my class.”

Now, you knew that what Seunghceol had meant was probably long after school tutoring sessions and a handful of extra credit assignments to get yourself caught up with the matieral and the rest of the class. All it would take was some serious focus and you could easily get your grade in this class back up. After all, you weren’t even half way through the semester. It wasn’t impossible to bring back up your grades.

But instead of acknowledging that, you thought how hot Seungcheol was when he was upset. His face red, his hair falling in his eyes. Had he always been so muscular?

How come you had barely noticed how hot Seungcheol looked in a button-up before?

You stood up, and wandered over to Seungcheol, allowing your hips to sway a little more then they usually did. You reached forward, fingers brushing against the cotton of his tie, and tightened your grip on it. You pulled him forward by his tie, smiling mischeaviously.

“Oh professor,” you mumbled, batting your eyes innocently. “I would do anything to bring my grades up in this class.”

Seungcheol’s eyebrows raised suspiciously at your behavior. His adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“Wha-”

You interrupted him by pushing him back onto his desk.

“You could do absolutely anything to me professor, and I wouldn’t say a word,” you continued. “These lips are as sealed as you want them to be.”

You began to lean forward, your lips brushing against Seungcheol’s ear.

“don’t you think it would be fun, if we did something other then study?”Seungcheol took you by the arm, and pulled you over to the side. You were surprised by the action, and surprised to find that his hands were burning. You turned to look at him and found that not only were his hands burning but his face was too.

There was no denying that you were having an affect on him.

“What’s wrong professor?” You asked him innocently.

“Get… Get out,” he replied, his voice cracking as he spoke. You chuckeld and crossed your arms over your chest so that you could press your breasts up a little.

“Get out? Is that really what you want Seungcheol?”

Seungcheol shivered when you spoke his name so blatantly like that. It made you smile even more.

“Come on, I know you want this just as badly as I do,” you mumbled. “I can tell by the fact that I am still here, and you haven’t kicked me out yet.”

“I just told you to get out,” Seungcheol warned. His tone was a little gruffer than it had been before, making you wonder if you were finally getting to him. His eyes met yours. “And if you don’t get off of me in ten seconds I will  make you wish you had never fallen asleep in my class.”

You knew from experience that Seungcheol’s tone of voice was far too low for any of that to be true. You were in. Ten seconds wouldn’t mean Seungcheol pushing you off and an incredibly awkward rest of the semester.

It would mean that he would finally let go and take you down in the best way possible.

You smiled and ran your finger over Seungcheol’s collarbone.

“Do your worst,” you whispered.

In an instant, Seungcheol’s hands were on you, and you were pressed hard against the wall of the classroom. A surprised, but thrilled moan left your lips as Seungcheol quite literally ripped your clothes off of your body. He first worked off your shirt and then pulled your pants down to your ankles.

You quickly toed them off as you worked off Seungcheol’s clothes as well, the two of you becoming a rapid tangle of clothes and skin. It wasn’t until just then that you realized how badly you had been wanting to fuck Seungcheol. Sure you had always thought he was pretty attractive.

Who didn’t' think that Seungcheol was attractive. He was probably one of the hottest teachers that worked in your entire University. Everyone wanted to fuck him and now you were going to.

“God, I want this so badly,” you murmured softly. Seungcheol snorted into your neck, his lips practically sucking hickey after hickey into your neck.

“Oh, so there is something that you are passionate about,” he snorted. “Would it kill you to study?”

“Yes,” you replied, your fingers running through Seungcheol’s hair. Jesus, he was utterly intoxicating. “Although, I might start taking my Cheol studies more seriously.”

You ran your free hand down Seungcheol’s chest, your fingers wrapping around Seungcheol’s thick cock when you finally reached it. Seungcheol let out a soft moan and you grinned, pushing him off of you. As you did so, you began to slide down to the floor, not stopping until your knees hit the cold ground.

“God, you look amazing on your knees,” Seungcheol mumbled softly. You grinned up at him lazily as you began to pump his cock within your fingers.

“I look even better with a dick in my mouth,” you teased. Seungcheol didn’t wait for you to prove that point yourself. Instead, he tangled his fingers into your hair and pushed your mouth onto his cock.

You imagined that he would take it rather easy on you but he did nothing of the sort. Instead he pushed you all the way onto his cock, until it was all the way down your throat. You didn’t mind it in the slightest however. You smield and moaned around his cock, which just made him moan even harder.

“Jesus are you a slut?” He asked. “Your-” He pulled his cock out of you and  then slammed it back in your throat. “Gag reflex is practically nonexistent.”

You giggled and pulled off of Seungcheol’s cock, spitting on it as your saliva dribbled from your mouth.

“Slut is one way to phrase it,” you mumbled. “The word just turns me on.”

Seungcheol bit out a laugh as he tightened his grip in your hair, taking control of your head once again. He began to lead your mouth back onto his cock, fucking your mouth roughly as he did so. For the first few minutes it was a lot of fun, but after a while you started to get bored, and antsy. You whined around Seungcheol’s cock, and reached your hand down between your legs.

You were surpriised to find you were dripping on the floor you were so wet, and to show that off you spread your legs out and began to toy lightly with your clit. At first you just brushed your fingers lightly over your clit, barely touching it so that breathy moans left your still being used mouth, but then you dipped your fingers down into your heat, letting two of your fingers dip inside of you.

As soon as your fingers were pressed deep inside your pussy, Seungcheol tightened his grip in your hair.

“I’m gonna-” He pushed your mouth all the way down on his dick and let out a strangled moan as his dick began to shoot out ropes of cum down your throat.

You were a little disappointed because you had wanted to be able to taste his cum, and you wanted to match his pace with your fingers. But you supposed showing off your gag reflex was just as good in a way.

“Seungcheol~” You sang as you popped off Seungcheol’s cock. He looked down at you, his eyelids heavy over his eyes as he looked down at you. “My pussy is so-”

Before you could even finish talking Seungcheol grabbed you by your waist and picked up up, throwing you over his desk. You laughed as you pushed aside some pencils and wriggled your ass to situate yourself more comfortably on the desk.

Seungcheol was quick to line himself up at your entrance, and push his cock deep into you, making you whine surprise.

“F-fuck,” you grunted. Seungcheol laughed, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Finally, you shut up when you get cock inside of you hmmm?” Seungcheol asked. Despite the fact that his thrusts were hard and rough, his voice was soft and calm. You smiled, another loud moan leaving your lips. Seungcheol just chuckled at your response and slapped your ass.

“Come on, say it outloud,” he encouraged. “Or I’ll have to push you.”

A shiver ripped through your body, but you were quick to obey:

“Yes sir.”

“Fuck-”

Seungcheol pinned you down, pressing his hand hard down on the small of your back and began to fuck you harder. His cock slid rapidly in and out of your pussy, each thrust making you call out.

“I’m gonna-”

“Already?” You teased, but you were close too. Your fingers curled over the edge of Seungcheol’s desk, as tears sprouted at the edge of your eyes. Seungcheol wrapped his free hand around your throat. You whined as Seungcheol pulled you up by your throat, briefly cutting off your airway.

That sent you right over the edge, you felt your pussy begin to tighten around Seungcheol’s cock, and as soon as you did, his cock began to pulse inside of you.

As Seungcheol emptied himself inside of you his lips met yours and you could almost swear that you could see stars.

“I could get fired for this,” Seungcheol murmured, his chest heaving as he slowly pulled his cock from your pussy. You whined at the feeling as his seed started to leak out of your pussy. You wriggled over and looked back at him over your shoulder.

“I won’t tell,” you mumbled. You rolled over on your back and looked at Seungcheol, your fingers toying lightly with the cum dripping out of you. “You won’t tell. Seems like we are at a good point in our lives.”

“You’re irresponsible and you don’t think before you speak-”

“And I’m horny,” you responded pointedly. “So come back over and get back to work.”

#choi seungcheol #scoups smut #Seungcheol Smut

[1800zuho]

Are You Bored Yet?

based off the song “are you bored yet” by wallows (i suggest listening to it  to understand this better!) 

pairing: non-idol seungcheol & gender neutral reader 

word count: 647

warnings: none 

note: italics is you and your thoughts, bold is lyrics

“Whats wrong?” you ask your boyfriend of two and a half years. You’re both laying in your bed ready to fall asleep but you hear him sigh, the same sigh you hear when something is bothering him. “Nothing. Everything’s fine. Just go to sleep.” His words aren’t mean, but you can tell he’s annoyed so you leave the topic alone, afraid it’ll start a small argument if you pry too much. Was he annoyed that I asked him to spend the night? You turn your back to him and pretend to fall asleep, wondering if he does the same when he spends the nights.

The spark between you and Seunghceol wasn’t there anymore. And you know he feels the same way, even though he doesn’t admit it. But actions speak louder than words and his actions were showing a great disconnect. You like to think that you two stay together because it’s so comfortable. You know him and he knows you. You know each others secrets, quirks, ticks, bodies, what you both like, all of it. And you personally just don’t want to have to start over with someone new.

When we get old will we regret this? You always wonder what your future as a couple will look like if you stay together through your unhappiness. If you get out now you still have time to start over with someone new. You’re young enough, you thought to yourself. Will you regret staying with him longer through your unhappiness when you know you could be spending this time loving yourself or someone new? Does he think the same? The longer you stay together the more regret there is, you thought. Regret for pretending to still love him, regret for wasting your youth, regret for wasting your time and his.

“If you’re feeling lonely you should tell me”, you hear Seungcheol mutter. So he wasn’t asleep. You don’t know where this is coming from. He’s never brought up something like this before. So why now? At 11 PM on a Wednesday night? “What do you mean?”, you ask. You know exactly what he means. “I mean, are you satisfied? With me, with our relationship. Where we’re at and where we’re going. Are we okay?” There it was. Are we okay? Not really. You felt neglected. You felt like he was tired of you. Annoyed with you half the time. He’s not the same person you caught feelings for when you first laid eyes on him. You made comments to him here and there about wanting to spend more time together, wishing he had time for you, wishing he was there with you mentally and emotionally, not just physically. But it seemed to go in one ear and out the other. Because you have told him you feel lonely. He had time for his friends and other people, but never you. And when you two were together he was always mentally checked out. Always texting other people or playing games on his phone.

“Are you bored yet?”, you asked. Now it was his turn to wonder where this was coming from. “Bored of what?”, he asked. You turned and sat up, you knew he could see your silhouette in the darkness. “Are you bored of me? Because whenever we’re together you seem like you could be doing so many other things than spend time with me. You make me feel like a burden more than a partner. You look bored when we’re together. Do you still love me? Can we fix us?”. You’re not even hurt anymore. You started your moving on process months ago when he started prioritizing other people and not you. If you broke up now you’d be okay because you accepted that fate. Your breakup was months in the making and you were tired.

“Will you tell the truth so I don’t have to lie?”

~

authors note: i also based so much of this off of my last relationship. literally the lyrics to this song are what my last relationship was and i decided to morph the two into a little fic. i hope you guys like it. i haven’t shared anything i’ve written in five years so uh...take this and don’t be harsh because i’m sensitive <3 i also left this off where i could make it into a part two or leave it as it is and let you imagine what ending they’d have. if you guys liked this and there’s enough requests then i’d be open to doing a part two!

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[jejublr]

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A/N: A Dad!Seungcheol fic requested by @aesthedick-cheol! The day Seungcheol becomes a father will be the day I am finally complete. Bless and good luck to his future spouse lmaoo. Also, sorry I couldn’t think of a better title.. I’m sorry if this came out bad! Constructive criticism is always welcome on my blog so please if you have something to say! Anyways, thank you so much for requesting and I hope you all enjoy <3<3

Genre: Fluff

Character(s): Seungcheol x Reader

“What do you think about kids?”

You and your boyfriend Seungcheol were sitting on a park bench, your head tucked in his shoulder, his arm around you as you watch a young family playing about on the grass. The giggles of a toddler echoed through the trees as the father chased him around.

It was one of the days Seungcheol could take the day off and today he chose to spend it with you. You had decided to go to the park on a whim, seeing that the weather was bound to be nice enough to spend the day out that day.

The weather was gorgeous, the sky streaked with pinks and purples as the day was coming to an end. The days had grew warmer as Spring gave way to Summer. The cool gentle breeze made you snuggle closer into the warmth that is your boyfriend.

You were taken off guard by the question and you looked up to see your boyfriend watching the scene before him with a fond smile. It wasn’t a secret that Seungcheol has a deep fondness towards children. He said it himself once that he wanted to have a big family one day.

“They’re pretty cute..” you started “I mean, they’re great but that also means you’d have to get up early and pay for tuition.”

You both laughed at that.

“Do you want kids one day?” he asked.

“Hmm, maybe? I think so..” you mumbled in reply.

You never really thought of it. You never really thought much about getting married before, let along having kids. But Seungcheol’s did question make you take a step back and think. You couldn’t help but blush as the image of Seungcheol playing around with your own children flashed in your mind.

“If you have kids, how many do you want?” he asked.

“Maybe three?? So the oldest can take care of the younger ones and the youngest can tease the older ones,” you let out a small laugh at thought of it.

“Three sounds good,” he chuckled in agreement.

You laughed and poked his side “Hey mister, what made you ask?”

He looked at you with a smile on his face, his eyes crinkling on the edges “Ahh, I don’t know.. I just want children of my own one day.. And now that I got you..” he tickled you on your side as you squealed.

“Cheol!” you squeaked, giggling. He laughed and kissed you on the cheek.

“I just thought you’d be a great mom one day,” he said. “I mean, imagine: our kids would get my good looks and long lashes and your personality.”

“Hey!” you smacked in in the chest. His laughter rang out, the kind where his gums shows and the sight of it melts your heart.

You smirked at him “How many kids do you want someday?”

“Ten” he quipped. You gasped and hit him in the arm.

“Cheol!”

You can’t believe your baby kicked to Nicki Minaj.

It was one of the days you felt cooped up just staying at home all day. Since you’ve taken your maternity leave,

So you begged Seungcheol to take you to their practice today to observe. At first he had denied your request, saying you shouldn’t get too tired but with enough puppy eyes and aegyo, Seungcheol’s resistance broke and so here you are sitting on the sidelines and watch the boys practice.

It just so happens when the hiphop team played Nicki Minaj on the speakers during one of their breaks when you feel your baby kick. You let out a startled gasp and Seungcheol was right beside you in a second. “What’s wrong, babe?! Are you okay?? Is the baby okay?? What happened??”

By this time, the boys have crowded around you, concerned and wondering what’s wrong. You looked up at your concerned husband with your eyes wide,”The baby kicked..”

There was a pregnant silence until the boys erupted in excited squeals and Oh my gods. Seungcheol’s face broke into a relieved smile and he finally let out the breath that he’s been holding. He gave you a quick peck on your forehead and laid his hand on your stomach

Vernon snickered “I can’t believe your baby reacted to Anaconda.”

“Oh! Oh! Try playing something else!” Mingyu called out. Vernon scrolled to his playlist and in no time, another Nicki Minaj song played, this time it’s Starship.

And so you found thirteen hands eagerly trying to get a feel on the baby’s kick. And as expected, as the beat dropped after the chorus, you could feel another kick, this time much harder than the first.

Thirteen boys jumped and made faces of astonishment at each other. Joshua and Jun were congratulating you and Seungcheol as Jeonghan grinned ear to ear. Seokmin’s eyes grew as big as saucers which reminded you of the first time Seventeen had gotten their first win. The room was filled with awe and joy and the lot of you were laughing at the hilarity of the situation.

“OH MY G O D!!” Seungkwan shouted, starring at his hand “I’m going to be a kimbap uncle!!!”

The boys laughed at that. You must’ve looked pretty disturbed at the realization that your baby reacted so much to Nicki Minaj it made them laugh even louder. Seungcheol on the other hand, has never looked so proud.

“What can I say, she has a good taste.” he joked.

Later that night, you both said goodbye to the boys in a good mood. Seungcheol couldn’t keep his hands to himself that he held your hand all the way home in the car. He helped you change, helped you brush your hair as you removed your make-up and helped you get tucked in for the night from your side of the bed.

His actions just spoke the words he didn’t say. To say he was eager was an understatement.

You were both half-asleep when his voice suddenly rang out softly “You know I will take care of you, right?”

Your eyes were heavy as you answered “I know.”

That night you fell asleep to the sound of his breathing.

It was a shame that Seunghceol wasn’t here right beside you.

Seungcheol and the boys had went to LA for the K-Con earlier in the week and are scheduled to be back two days from now. The both of you knew that he won’t probably be there when you deliver the baby but he’d promised that he would take the next flight back to Korea if anything were to happen.

So now here you are, waiting for the baby and through the waves of pain, you had decided to give Seungcheol a call. Apparently they had just finished with their event and Seungcheol was taking a break at the backstage when you told him you were in labor.

His parents from Daegu had come to take care of you while he was gone and they were the ones who brought you to the hospital when you woke up in the middle of the night when your water broke. You were whisked away to the hospital via a taxi and here you were, waiting to be dilated enough to finally push.

“Who do you think should be her godfather? Jeonghan?” The sound of car honking came through. You’re on the phone with Seungcheol as you waited and itt sounds like he’s stuck in a traffic. Your heart clenched a bit at the thought.

“Not Jeonghan.” you protested. You both had a good laugh on that one.

Seunghceol’s voice was full of mirth when he answered “Yeah, alright, not Jeonghan. I don’t want him to terrorize her like he did to Dino. ““Y/B/N, whose baby are you??””

You laughed at that and imitated in a baby voice “”Jeonghan’s baby~””

His laughter sounded a bit forced by now, as if he was trying to mask his anxiety, but the sheer sound of his voice was enough to calm you down. That’s the thing with Seungcheol; you may be separated by miles and schedules but you will always know that in the end of the day, he will be there with you. Like an anchor.

There was a silence before you spoke “Cheol.. It’s alright if you can’t be here with me, right now, at this moment.. I just want you to be here safely..”

You didn’t expect the tears that burned your eyes because you didn’t expected anything more from him. All that you said was true and you weren’t lying to yourself. You really hope that he would come back home to you safely. That’s all.

Because isn’t that what love is? Being selfless? You knew how much he wants to be here, as much as you do. You knew things will get in the way between the both of you but you’ve always worked it out.

And now you just want Seungcheol to come safely. To meet his daughter. His beautiful baby daughter. Seungcheol must’ve sensed the tears in your voice and his voice came through softly “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there with you..”

“No, Cheol, this is enough..” you sighed, your breath stuttering.

“You’re enough..”

You both talked and talked until it’s finally time for you to push the baby and you said your goodbyes as the doctor came. Seungcheol promised everything will be alright and told you he loved you.

You felt as if he was with you all the time.

Seungcheol arrived at the break of dawn. By this time, you were fast asleep and your baby was dozing off in her incubator next to your bed. She was born at sunset and was declared perfectly healthy by the doctors.

And she’s beautiful. Absolutely stunning.

While she has your complexion and your smile, she has his father’s dark hair and big, expressive eyes and yes, his lashes, too. You had cried the first time you held her in your arms.

Seungcheol crept into the dark room slowly, as to not wake you up. He went to your bedside and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. You stirred in your sleep and through your sleepy haze, you looked up to face him.

You felt a smile break on your exhausted face. “Hey” you croaked. 

“Hey” he whispered, kissing you once more, this time on the lips. You can feel his longing pour into that one single action. When you broke it, you saw his eyes glance at the incubator.

“Is that…her?” “Yeah.”

“Can I meet her?” “Of course.”

Seungcheol went around the bedside and went to pick up your daughter. She grumbled and frowned in her sleep but found peace when Seungcheol finally held her. He began to rock her softly and you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell at the sight. 

Seungcheol was really made to be a dad.

His gaze was soft and full of adoration as he looked upon his newborn daughter and at that moment you knew Seungcheol fell hard and deep and your daughter has his dad wrapped around her little fingers just like that.

“Y/B/N… I’m your dad…” you hear his voice whisper, “Y/B/N.. Welcome to this world.. Your mom and I are going to take a good care of you.. We love you so much..”

The lights from outside filtered through the shutters and casted a soft light on Seungcheol as his voice echoed through the darkness of the room in a soft lullaby. And at that moment, everything was perfect.

The boys came back two days later and decided to pay you and the baby a visit before you were discharged.

To say that the room got much, much more livelier was an understatement because thirteen loud grown men surrounded your baby like a moth drawn to a light. Joshua and Seungkwan especially took an extra liking towards the baby, cooing at her and getting excited whenever the baby’s tiny digits squeezed their finger. Seungcheol looked worried and exasperated every time the boys passes the baby between them but you know they would never do any harm to her.

Just like her father, her twelve uncles’s hearts were snatched with just a glance at her glossy obsidian eyes and rosy cheeks. You just knew she’s going to be as much as a heartbreaker as her father one day.

Later in the evening, you brought your newborn home for the first time. Your in-laws had gone back to Daegu and the house was quite when you both arrived, this time with your little bundle of joy. 

Y/B/N has been a pretty quite and demure baby so far, only crying when hungry and you couldn’t be more thankful for that. As you set her in her crib in the nursery, you got reminded of months ago when Seungcheol had went out of his way to paint the nursery himself. You, who was only four months into your pregnancy wasn’t even given a chance to touch the paints as he didn’t want you to get tired. Looking around, you could tell he had done an excellent job.

The walls are painted a soft blue, with white accents. The smell of paint was long gone, now overpowered by the lavender smell from the scented candles you bought not long ago. The white shelves were littered with soft toys and children’s book, for when your baby is a little bit older and the hanging toys hanging above the crib played a soft lullaby that’s slowly lulling your daughter into slumber.

You felt a strong familiar pair of arms circle your waist from behind as you looked over the angel thats you child. Seungcheol’s lips descended on your neck, a ghost of a smile on them as his warm breath fanned along you jaw.

“She’s beautiful,” he stated. You leaned into his embrace, your eyes closed.

“She is.”

His hold on you became tighter,”Y/N.. Thank you for giving me such a beautiful family…”

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t have to. Because you both know that you love him, as much as he loved you, and with the arrival of your daughter, you knew that love just grew. 

So in the silent room, save for the lullaby playing in the background, with you encased in your husband’s loving arms and your child sleeping soundly in her baby crib, you found solace.

You found home.

#sike #im not sorry #seungcheol fic #seungcheol scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fic #s.coups #seventeen #seungcheol #requested #dad!seungcheol #ahh was this too cheesyyy????

[anysathyrah]

17 -1

currently I’m listening to Seungkwan’s seranading Ed Sheeran’s song in his vlive.

seventeen does so many vlive and because I have poor command of Korean, so I just stare..... o.o

anyways, apparently I slept too much in the evening, therefore gained energy to transform into owl. *seungkwan just sang taeyeon’s song <3* 

so I decided tonight is the night I introduce seventeen in my own words >_<

okay nah, those people, true Carats out there, they knew seventeen better than me, I’ve become their fan since thanks era? a baby chick Carat, it’s me, nayana~ their first song I heard is Don’t Wanna Cry, but because at that time I was hyping vixx and exo, so they got pushed away, but the song were still in my playlist until I met my hardcore Carat fan friend that introduce me to seventeen.

that is babbling, I’m sorry. I played svt club in the background so when I wrote that, hoshi’s hysteric laugh distracted me haha sorry

so yeah these are the dorkies. yeap 13 dorks. imagine you as the eldest sister going to take care these kids. DISASTROUS. 

oh let me do some imagining to get you a grip about these boys’ characters.

If you’re the eldest sister in a house full of your younger 13 brothers, you would have two triplets, a quadruple, a twin and youngest maknae, Lee Chan. preferably Dino, he’s quite a mess and quite a cute patootie. since he’s the youngest, his passion are no joke, really. he’ll ask you just about everything he do and worry too much. but yeah he’s a quite kid. 

The first set of triplets: consists of Choi Seungcheol, Yoon Jeonghan and Hong Jisoo. they are your helper, the second oldest after you. yeah maybe seungcheol can help you straighten up the boys, jeonghan would always sleep and jisoo aka joshua, can help you with your english task. but these kids like to prank their youngest, so beware sometimes. especially jeonghan, an angel in disguise. also joshua is getting too much cheekiness. seunghceol? give him a game with wonwoo, he’ll keep down.

Quadruple: Lee Jihoon, but other boys like to call him Woozi, as in 우리 지훈이 (uri Jihoonie), would banging his drums and piano all night. Moon Junhui, this no-stress kid would stomped his feet when he’s happy, Jeon Wonwoo, complete with glasses and books around him, making a mess, and also, Kwon Soonyoung, this hyperactive kid who would never stop when his adrenaline rushing.

The second set of triplets: Lee Seokmin, ideally Dokyeom, he will sing to wake you up and sing to make you sleep, which is actually impossible because he’s quite a sleepyhead, but neh he’ll keep on singing for the rest of the day. Kim Mingyu would probably the most helpful for you since he could cook and clean up mess, and maybe he’ll take care the nagging for you. Seo Myungho, your fashion adviser, the artsy person among these boys, and he will entertain you with bottles of wines and good music, not forgetting his impeccable skills in photography.

Twins: The oddest of them all. Boo Seungkwan is quite a laughter. you’ll never stop laughing at him cause he’s that lovable. and a crybaby. and grumpy sometimes. but that’s okay, Hansol Vernon Choi will pacify him. Another dictionary for you, but all he does is listening to his music and going maembong sometimes, you shouldn’t worry about this twins, except when seungkwan, dokyeom and soonyoung combined. that, you have to worry.

*quite a seducer too, these boys*

okay, maybe my imagine skit are too crafty? well haha these boys are too close to me. I don’t know why, they’re like a real bros, understanding and very cute.

okay that’s enough post for me, for tonight. it’s getting late tho, I had to have my beauty sleep now.

this is part 1, okay. there are so much to say about these amazing boys.

until then, lovelies... <3

congratulations to my Malaysia, getting a new PM, my idol, I admired since I learned History, you as our leader, I have nothing to say but I love you.

You’ll lead us again, once more. 

Welcome back, Dr. Mahathir :)

180511

[jos-corner-of-the-world]

Boy from 4C -- {32}

{31}

You drove home that night with Hoshi in the passenger seat rattling on about what a great night he’d had with you and the guys, but your mind was somewhere else.

Jihoon bought your painting.  What did that mean? Did he buy it because he liked the painting, or did he buy it because you were the one that painted it?

You slapped yourself on the side of the head to try and calm yourself.  It didn’t have to mean anything.  It could just mean that Jihoon wanted to support the museum and your work at the time same.

“Why are you hitting yourself?” Hoshi asked out of concern.  You were driving after all.

“My brain is being a bitch right now.” you said.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked.

Do I? I’ve talked to Lindsey about it, but she’s only so impartial as my best friend.  Then again, Hoshi is best friends with Jihoon so he’s only so impartial as well.

“I won’t tell Jihoon if that’s what you’re worried about.” he said softly.

“What?” you asked.

“You’ve been a little off ever since I told you about the painting in his room.” Hoshi explained.

“You don’t have to worry about me saying anything to him.  Sometimes it’s nice just to talk to someone.”

“It’s just confusing is all.”

“What’s confusing about it?” Hoshi asked, seeming genuinely curious and not like he was digging for information.

“I don’t know. We started off as strangers, then had a weird friendship for a while where he helped me with Bird.  Then we started hanging out a lot and talking and I realized I like him and I don’t know what to do with it all.”

“So things are progressing naturally? As many other relationships do?”

“When you put it that way, I guess.  But I’m not very good in that department. I’ve dated pretty crappy men, and Jihoon seems like one of the good guys. No, I know he’s one of the good guys.” you said.

“So you’re holding back because you know he’s not going to hurt you and it might all actually work out?”

Well shit, Hoshi’s spent a few hours with you and has you pegged.

“Kind of.  I’m scared I guess.  I’ve dated, but never actually felt like I could fall in love with someone or be with them for a long time” you admitted.

“Can I throw something out there?” Hoshi asked.

“Sure.”

“It seems as though you’re scared of getting hurt.  But it also seems as though you’re scared of hurting Jihoon.”

“You’re not wrong.” you said.

“You shouldn’t worry about that.  If you like him, then you should express it.  I’m not saying fall in love and get married right now, but go on some dates, see where it takes you.  There’s only so much you can do if you don’t actually tell him.  You’re just going to be miserable on your own if you keep it in for too long.” Hoshi said.

Well damn Hoshi, expose everything I have why don’t ya.

You walked into your apartment around 11pm, having finished the long day late.  Hoshi helped you carry your stuff into the spare bedroom.  You turned to walk out and saw someone you didn’t recognize laying in the bed.

“Who’s the rando sleeping in my spare bedroom?” you asked the guys sitting in the living room.

“There’s no rando in your apartment, that’s Woozi.” Vernon said.

“Who the fuck is Woozi?” you asked.

“Uh, Jihoon.”

“Do all of you have weird nicknames? I’m gonna wanna hear the rest of this shit later, but that’s not Jihoon.  Jihoon has shaggy blond hair. This dude has short black hair.” you pointed out, feeling like you were missing something.

“Yeah, we went and got our hair done tonight. You didn’t even notice.” Cheollie said.  You met his eye and found his once bright blond hair now a deep black, just like the guy from the bedroom. It looked good on him.

“We told you we had plans for a couple of hours.  This was the plan.” he said, pointing up to his hair.

You walked back into the spare room.  Jihoon had rolled over and had his eyes open a little.  You could tell he had just woken up, but he gave you a soft smile before closing his eyes again.

You heart did a funny jump in your chest.

Well, this is definitely going to be a problem.

{33}

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