(Seungcheol X Reader NSFW) Thigh Riding.

One Shot, Seungcheol Thigh Riding.

The flashing lights from the TV that covered the walls of the room seemed to become more dim and boring as the movie droned on, the noise of police sirens mixed with screams made your ears ring enough to go deaf and the pulsating pain in the corners of your forehead were enough to complain about, why did he have to have the volume up so much?
"Seungcheol, can you please turn it down?" you begged him, earning a glance from him before his eyes returned to the screen.
"It isn't that loud...is it?" he reached for the remote, pulling it closer with the tips of his fingers, and turned the volume down a notch, but it was still too loud when the gunshots and helicopter sounds took over the speakers in the T.V.
"It's still too loud." you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in and leaned over to him, resting your head upon his broad shoulders. Your arms wrapped around his biceps, pulling yourself up on the couch to get closer to him.
His eyes never seemed to leave the movie, shall we say a disappointment on your behalf, but it gave you a chance to study his features, the way his bangs sat by his eyebrows, the curve of his jaw, the chub of his cheeks. As the blood rushed to your face while admiring your boyfriends rather attractive looks, you also started to grow tired of the hour-long neglect, he was too involved in this movie.
"Seungcheol." you called out his name, but he only looked at you for a moment.
"what?" he asked, his voice sounding concerned but it wasn't enough attention. Screw Jason Bourne, he's not dating him, you are, so why does he deserve his attention?
Seungcheol leaned back into the couch, his legs resting more comfortably out in front of him, you took the advantage to notice the way his thighs pushed against the cushions.
"Seungcheol." you had muttered sweetly, moving into his view.
Seungcheol watched you as you sat with your legs on either side of his right leg.
"what's the matter?...do you not like the movie I picked? We can watch something else if you'd like." He smiled at you, having to look up just a bit to come in contact with your eyes, his own shining even in the dark room. When you didn't respond he wrapped his arms around your sides, his warm hands sliding under your shirt and resting on the small of your back.
"Come down here." he pulled you down onto his thigh and rested his head on its side, against your breasts, a feeling he hummed happily in response to, not recognizing you had grown stiff and anxious until a moment later.
"What's the matter now?" he sounded whiney, as if he was tired of you finding something constantly wrong with tonight.
You opened your mouth and shut it again, trying to think of a response as your heart raced and pounded wildly at your chest. the feeling of his thigh against you're core was something incredibly pleasant, but equally sinful.
Seungcheol then put his ear against your left breast and smiled, letting his mouth slid into a more enticing smirk. His dark eyes opened and he looked back to your glowing face that was drained of colour, besides the scarlet red on your cheeks. The situation had become more obvious to him as you avoided eye contact, and moved your hips ever so slightly.
"I think I know what you want now." A deep and soft laugh escaped from his throat and his hands moved to your hips, kneading at your skin with his fingers, whilst he pushed you down onto his soft thigh, the underneath of your skirt gently laying on the skin exposed from the rips in his jeans. His hand slid from your hip to your butt, and he tested and teased you with a light squeeze to your supple bottom. This action of his caused you to roll and twitch your body, pushing your more sensitive flesh, hidden behind the thin cloth that covered your dampening entrance, against another exposed spot of his pants and on his skin. Seungcheols cheeks had become more red themselves after he had felt that you were growing more excited, obvious from the wetness of your underwear. He pulled his hands away from your skin, depriving you of the warmth from his own, and laid into the back of the couch, his arms resting stop the cushions beside him.
"Go on.." he urged, moving his thigh up enough to touch you again, and rubbing it against your own thighs, and the wet, sticky, panty lining that was guarding you from the complete exposure of your clit.
"You know you're always allowed to sit in my lap and ride my thighs, baby girl" You looked at him nervously, every time this happens you become more shy, confusing him and yourself as to why you aren't more open about it all with him.
You began to stutter when you tried to speak, making you shut your mouth and do as you were told. Your hands gripped his shoulders then fell down from their position, past his chest and to his own waist for support as you began to rock your hips, pushing up and against his clothing and his hot skin, so gingerly he felt almost nothing at all. Seungcheol was being deprived now, he loved the look on your face when you got to do this, always the cutest expressions from his girl. His eyes watched as you closed yours, and his hand moved from the cushion to the hem of your skirt, lifting the clothing to see what pleased him most of all, the eagerness beneath all your clothing. Seungcheols need for you to get more comfortable had drawn him to take control of your movements, wanting you to use him for your
pleasure.
"Lift your skirt" he demanded, his voice being gentle but stern.
"Do I have to?" You had asked, earning yourself a quick but stinging slap on your ass, causing you to wince in pain.
"You do if you don't want that to happen again, if you don't do as I say the next time will be with my belt." he warned you, the sweet honey like quality of his voice disappearing and being clouded by aggravation, the softness was now a growl(tm 4 Exo (;), his hands returning to your hips. His fun was only beginning. With no time to lose, he got started, pushing your hips down and guiding your wet entrance against his leg, his tongue tracing his lips as he watched. He looked up at you, continuing to rock your lower half on his soft and plush thigh wildly, a hot sensation running through your nerves as he worked your clit around on his bare skin every time he pulled you closer, his hands grabbing your thighs and your bottom. The act of riding his thigh had grown rapidly from what it had began as. Innocent fun grew to a sexual hunger as he pushed your underwear aside and let you take the lead, putting his hands behind your back to unhook your bra.
You'd gone with his actions and his guidance in your own, getting hot and bothered enough to break the tension you felt, and let go of the suspense in your chest. Your light rocking motions weren't enough anymore, not after he had gotten you so wet by moving you so fast and roughly. You picked yourself up, and stripped his legs of the cover of his pants, leaving him in his boxers, you pulled your own underwear off and tossed them on top of his pants, never breaking the intense eye contact for a moment while you climbed back on top of him and rubbed your entrances covering lips against his skin.
Your moans echoed past the movies sound effects once you'd started bucking your hips harshly, his thigh muscles tightening every so often to surprise and excite you more. Seungcheols quiet gasps and moans were well hidden under the noises of you and the T.V combined and muffled from the flesh of your now properly exposed breasts, but enough for you to hear. His calls of pleasure increased in volume drastically when you moved your knee up to his throbbing erection. The feeling of his soft, now dripping wet, skin sent more shocks of pleasure through your body, driving you closer to your orgasm as you trailed up and down the slippery path you had glazed his leg with.
His lips were latched on to your breast, sucking on your delicate skin and nibbling down on the bud of your nipple, he moved back and forth between the two, not wanting one to go unmarked and unsatisfied.
Your hands ran through his hair, grabbing tuffs of it while you ground against his leg, edging closer and closer to cumming with every thrust you made, the feeling becoming too much to handle.
"Seungcheol, I'm going to cum" you
purred through your bouncing voice, grabbing his attention.
He led you to your finish by pulling your hips slowly toward him, you two were disastrously messy, sloppy and sweaty, he held onto your torso, burying his face in to your bruised and abused chest, feeling the vibration of your voice as you called out his name, drenching his thigh even more so than before with the pleasure of finally releasing your orgasm. Your body shaking slightly as you began to lean forward, collapsing onto his body and gripping to him.
He wrapped his arms around you securely, holding you close enough to feel his hot breath against your skin before your lips met passionately, his lips parted with yours and he quickly nibbled your bottom lip, then let it go.
Seungcheols laughed was the only noise in the room after a moment of silence, his smile brightening as he sat up and cuddled you tightly, swaying you both around.
"oh god, I love you!" he announced, excitement and joy in his voice, as you clung to him so he wouldn't drop you on the ground.
Your own laugh met up with his, your lips meeting his cheek before wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"I love you too!"

The end, you fucking monsters.