Jupiter On Winter

Here is a master list of all the posts I've posted thus far!

As well use this comment to ask for requests! I'm open to trying anything!!

🔥= smut

☁️= fluff

💧= angst

SEVENTEEN

SCoups:

Semicolon (AUPril) ☁️ WC: 3.1k

Jun:

A Dream (AUPril) 🔥 WC: 2.3k

Seungkwan:

Coffee Order (AUPril) ☁️ WC: 2.2k

Vernon:

AUPril Day 4: Meet Cute - Joshua x Reader

Description: What happens when you spill your coffee and run into a cute boy? We’ll find out!

Word count: 2.4k

Tags: Meet cute, Fluff, I can’t think of anything else!

The first time you see him, it’s because everything goes wrong. Not dramatically, not in some life altering, earth shattering type of way… just enough. You’re running late (because of course you are). Your alarm didn’t go off, your outfit just felt wrong, your hair refused to cooperate, and now you’re standing in line at the crowded coffee shop. You were silently begging the universe for just one win today.

“Iced vanilla latte!” The barista called your slightly butchered name with the enthusiasm of someone who would rather be anywhere but here. You step forward, offering a quick but sincere “thank you” as you grab the cup. It’s cold against your fingers, just how you like it, condensation already forming against the side of the cup. You adjust your grip, balancing your phone in one hand, your bag slowly slipping off your shoulder (not that you notice, or frankly care). You took a deep breath, time to finally start your day. You could do this!! Just walk into the world and go home to start on the work you’d been procrastinating for days. Simple…

Until someone steps around the corner at the same time as you. You feel a hand on your back, steadying you, yourself suddenly inhaling from surprise and then… the cold of your drink spilled all over you, the other person and the floor. You look down to see the cup that betrayed you, still in your hand but topless now, the coffee all over your shirt and pants, dropping down your leg, splashing on the floor in a way you were all too aware of. For a moment, the world stops. Your heart drops, and you wish you could just hide in a hole for all of eternity.

“Damn it, I’m so sorry, are you ok?” The voice pulls you out of your trance for you to focus on that for a moment… It was soft and clear. Warm and gentle, even in this panic. You felt like it would be ok, just for a moment, before you look up just a little to notice the brown spot on the white shirt in front of you.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” You reach down to try to grab some napkins to help him wipe it off, but his hand grabs onto your wrist before you could.

“No, it’s totally my fault” he was trying to grab the napkins as the two of you profusely apologized at the same time, then looked up at the same time. Once you do… you suddenly freeze. You entirely forgot what you were about to say. Dark hair, slightly tousled like he ran his fingers through it one too many times. Soft eyes, wide with concern. Lips parted mid apology. There’s something about him that feels… calm, even in the middle of this mess… which was ironic, since you were the mess in the moment.

You were silent for a moment, until you heard his voice again. “Wait here, let me help,” Before you had a chance to protest he was already grabbing napkins from a nearby table. His hands are quick, dabbing away at your shirt with a few sheets before handing you a stack and kneeling down in front of you to clean up the mess on the floor. “Seriously, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I wasn’t watching where I was going,” he repeats again, wiping at the floor. You were stunned for a moment, before slowly kneeling down next to him.

“You really don’t have to help…” Your voice was quiet, almost nervous. He looked up at you, offering a slight, reassuring smile.

“I’m partly at fault, so I kind of do.” You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, causing his smile to widen, “plus, what kind of man would I be if I made a woman clean up my mistake”. Your face couldn’t help but turn slightly red.

“Disaster is… one way to put it”

“Tragic coffee incident felt a little too dramatic for a random Tuesday” he laughs a bit, continuing to clean. You start to help him, trying not to let yourself tear up from the embarrassment.

“This was my one good thing today… and I ruined it in like… three seconds.” You were just thinking out loud, complaining, until you felt a small hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up. His smile was soft, trying to be as kind as possible.

“Hey, it’s just coffee.” You felt his thumb rub against you in a soothing way. You let out a small quiet laugh.

“Easy for you to say… you don’t even want to know the day I’ve had,” you huff a bit, not wanting to randomly dump all your issues on a stranger.

“That’s… fair…” he admits, taking a second for what seemed to be plotting a plan, before a small smile tugged at his lips, “but I can fix part of it, at least!” You tilt your head slightly as he stands up, tossing the used napkins.

“What do you mean…” your voice was full of a slight worry.

“Wait here, just for a second!” Before you have a chance to say anything else, you watch him go back to the counter. You watch him… in a way you shouldn’t. But you do. There’s something about the way he moves—unhurried, steady—that makes your chest feel just a little less tight.

Several minutes pass before he comes back, holding a new drink.

“I believe I heard… ice vanilla latte?” He was a little hesitant, handing it to you, praying he got it correct. Your eyes widen slightly as you hesitate to take it yourself.

“You didn’t…” your voice was soft.

“I did.” He interrupts, voice just as soft as he pressed it into your hands before you had a chance to refuse it, hands touching for just a moment “Please, let me do this at least.”

You stare at the drink for a moment, then back up at him. “You really didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to.” He said simply, no more hesitation in his voice. No awkwardness you sensed earlier when you first met, just pure sincerity, something that makes it harder to argue to his logic. You pause for another moment before looking up at him again.

“Thank you…” Your voice is soft, trying not to tear up at the kind gesture in midst of your hard day. He simply smiles. The kind of smile that doesn’t demand anything from you, it just exists, warm and easy.

“I’m Joshua, by the way,” He suddenly adds, almost like it was an afterthought. You smile a bit… a gentle name for a gentle soul.

“I’m (Y/N),” with your free hand you hold it out to him. He takes it, gently taking it. And for a moment, everything stops. He repeats your name out, like it matters. Like the name could suddenly cure all his hardships. Almost like he was hopeful he’s get to say it again.

“It’s nice to meet you” He still didn’t let go of your hand. You couldn’t help yourself, but you let out a small laugh, glancing between your two shirts.

“Under… less than ideal circumstances” you smile a bit, causing a small chuckle from him.

“Hey, at least it’s memorable!” He smiles, helping you see the good side of things. You couldn’t help but laugh yourself.

“That’s… one way to put it.” After you say that, there’s a slight pause. Not an awkward one, but a comfortable one in a way you don’t quite understand. One you could sit in, one that makes you feel like the protagonist of a stupid romance movie. Before Joshua breaks the silence.

“Do you have somewhere to be?” He sounded hopeful for an answer. You look for the time for a moment, trying to think.

“Well… yes… but…” you think for a second, pausing for a bit longer than you’d like to.

“But?” He prompts, a gleam in his eyes. You smile a bit at him, nodding.

“I’m already late. What’s a bit more?” His smile widens a bit.

“Good!” He grabbed your hand a bit tighter, causing your heart to flutter in your chest. “I was hoping I could make it all up to you properly.” You looked confused for a moment.

“You… already bought me a coffee,” Joshua smiled a bit and nodded

“I know!” He tilted his head slightly to the side, “But I still feel like I owe you…” He drops your hand to rub the back of his neck. You smile and let your hand drift to your side, the cold against your fingers feeling more apparent suddenly.

“How do you plan to do that?” A sudden ounce of sass entered your voice as you try to tease him. He pretends to think for a moment before smiling.

“Sit with me for a bit?” For some reason, your breath suddenly hitched in your throat, your heart skipping a beat.

“That’s… your idea of making it up to me?” Your voice was soft, hesitant to come out. He blushed a bit, obviously trying to hide it.

“Well… selfishly, yeah” he nods slightly and you laugh. You don’t know why your heart is beating like this. Joshua is just a guy, a random guy you spilled your coffee on at a coffee shop. Or… you spilled coffee with? You weren’t entirely sure. But still, for some reason, you just wanted to say…

“Ok. I’ll sit with you.” It was slight, but his smile widened a bit. As he grabs your hand and leads you to a table.

The two of you end up sitting by the window. The sunlight filtered in, warm and soothing, catching in his hair and making it look almost angelic and golden at the edges. You hated how much you noticed it, but you hated it a bit more knowing that you don’t actually hate it… but you thought it was insanely handsome. Your brain was a jumble of words until his voice cleared it all up.

“So… rough morning?” He smiles, gently resting his chin against his hand, leaning in towards you. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Is it that obvious?” Your laughs back, nodding slightly.

“A little bit,” He whispers, watching as you stirred your drink absentmindedly. You sigh a bit, just looking at the slight tornado the mixing stick created.

“It’s just been… one of those days…” Your voice was soft, and Joshua smiled like he understood. Did he understand?

“Yeah… I get that.” He signed in return, nodding slightly. You let out a small laugh.

“Do you?” He smiles a bit and looks up at you.

“I do… but I think it got a little better.” You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, questioning. He met your gaze, and for a second, the noise of the coffee shop in the background fades away, just the two of you there. “I met you.” Your heart suddenly stopped. You thought you’d have a heart attack. Then it started up again, but this time racing like a little kid in front of their crush. You suddenly lift up your cup, covering your face with it to hide the warmth creeping up your cheeks.

“Smooth…” You laugh a bit. He laughs in return, also looking away.

“I’m going to be honest… I panicked halfway through.” You couldn’t help but laugh, looking at him. His face was a touch red, his eyes avoiding yours as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“That… makes it a bit better,” You admit, looking down at your drink again.

“Good.” You hear him respond before everything went silent again. But this time it felt different. It wasn’t the awkward pause of two people who didn’t know what to say. It was the kind that was light… easy to handle. Like something had shifted between the two of you.

“So…” This time, you’re the first to break the silence, glancing back up at him, “Do you always turn minor disasters into… whatever this is?” You laugh a bit. He looks at you, eyes soft, almost in a longing way.

“Only when it’s worth it.” His voice was almost a whisper. You knew you shouldn’t have felt that in your chest, but you do. You feel your heart flutter slightly and your face blush… and suddenly, spilling your coffee doesn’t feel like the worst thing that happened today.

Before you know it, the two of you are standing outside the coffee shop, the air somehow cooler and the world around you somehow quieter. You glance at the empty cup in your hand, then back up at Joshua. The two of you had only talked for 30 minutes, but for some reason it felt like hours.

“I guess I should get going…” you say, even if you really didn’t want to.

“Yeah…” he nods, not entirely sounding convinced himself. There’s a beat for a moment before both of you try to speak at the same time. You both laugh.

“Go ahead,” You nod, smiling a bit as you gripped the cup, hoping he’d say something similar to you. He froze for a moment, as if he was processing what he wanted to say.

“Can I see you again?” His question was direct, simple… and for some reason that made your heart race even more. You smile a bit, bringing out that same sass from earlier.

“Only if this time you promise not to knock my drink over.” He laughs slightly.

“Deal.” There was another pause before he continued, “Though, I can’t promise I won’t find a different reason to talk to you.” You laugh a bit, rolling your eyes at the joke.

“I’ll take the risk.” You smile at him, watching as he pulls his phone out.

“So… what does a guy have to do to get your number?” He hands his phone over as you laugh.

“You can have my phone number,” You smile as you take his phone, putting it in. Once you hand it back over, fingers touching just slightly… you realize something…

AUPril day 3 - A Dream - Devil!Jun x Reader

Description: Soft feathers always surround you, what happens when the one connected to them is this attractive?

Word Count: 2.3k

Tags: Devil!Jun, fem!reader, oral (fem receiving), no actual penetration (booooo but I wanted to keep people on their toes), a lot of buildup

The first time you see him, it’s in a dream you don’t remember having. You wake up with soft feathers brushing against your skin… soft, warm… dare you safe, safe. But there’s something else too. Something sharp, harsh, almost scary. The second time, you weren’t asleep, at least you think. You remember standing on your apartment balcony, just trying to get some fresh air after a stressful day. You were staring out towards the quiet city at night when the air suddenly shifted. At first it’s small, completely subtle and you barely notice it. A small pressure change, like the moment before a storm suddenly breaks. Then you hear a voice.

“Still looking for the answer?” You try to ignore it at first. You were hearing things, that was the only answer to this all. “You won’t find them if you ignore the signs.” This time you couldn’t. You shoot back, ready to tell off the random ghost that is present in your head. Until you saw him, leaning against the wall like a decoration you purposefully placed. A handsome man, dressed in all black. A man who seemed to swallow the light around him. A man with eyes too bright, too understanding. A man with eyes too familiar…

“Who-”

“You know who I am.” His voice was harsh, sharp. Like a blade you couldn’t see.

“No I haven’t…” You tried to match his tone, but your voice ended up coming out shaky, like you were scared. Which you were, but he didn’t need to know that. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he laughed softly.

“You just don’t remember… that’s ok, you’ll remember soon.” Then he fades away, like he was one with the wind. After that the dreams only got worse… or better, depending on your mood. More feathers, but this time darker. Like they had a mind of their own. Brushing up against your body. Wrists, legs, throat… chest. There was a voice whispering things you shouldn’t want to hear… promises, temptations. But every time you did, because every time it was him. He called himself Jun. And you wanted to call him too.

That night, Jun appears again. This time, he’s closer than he’s ever been. Close enough that now, you could feel his warmth against your skin, the quiet danger humming like a machine. You wanted to reach your hand out… to touch him, the way he’s been touching you (at least you think). But like every night, your whole body was frozen in front of him. His eyes were burning into you, but not in a bad way. They seemed to be attempting to undress you, like he was trying to imagine what you’d look like if your clothes were on the floor instead of covering you up. Then suddenly, he takes one more step. A step closer… too close. Or it should’ve felt too close. But it didn’t, it felt comfortable…

You should’ve pushed him away. You should’ve told him to back off, that you didn’t know who he was… but you don’t. You felt safe, despite the fear in your stomach. His hand seems to lift for a moment, then stops. Almost like he was hesitating.

“What’s wrong?” Your voice didn’t seem to sound like your own. Even Jun seemed shocked when he heard you talk. You spoke before you could control yourself, “Why are you stopping?”

Jun’s face softened slightly, and he laughed, shaking his head slightly before his hand started moving again. He brushes it against your cheek with a shocking softness. You knew it was wrong. You knew you shouldn’t be listening to the temptation he was presenting in front of you… but you don’t care. You gently tilt your face into his hand, like a kitten craving affection. You looked up at him to see a shocked expression.

“You’re not afraid?” His voice seemed to crack a little bit.

“Should I be?” You responded in almost like a taunt. You suddenly felt control over your body again, your hand moving up to touch his, pressing his hand into your cheek more.

“You should…” He almost whispered. But neither of you moved. Instead, you took in the moment… until that moment ended. And suddenly you woke up in your bed, empty, again.

Soon you started getting a new type of dream. A scarier one. One with a darkness that seemed to blind you, with a white wisp in the middle of it all. A voice shaking your confidence.

“He will ruin you.”

You knew exactly what it was talking about. But you didn’t care. You wanted to see him again… you knew he could save you from this nightmare you were presented in.

You laid down in your bed after a long day of work and school. You hoped you’d see him again. This time you didn’t even get to close your eyes before seeing him in front of you. He had appeared again. But this time, there was something different in his eyes. Not the usual teasing he’d usually present with. Something akin to fear.

“They’re lying to you.” His voice shook, and he looked like he wanted to move forward, but couldn’t.

“And you’re not?” You didn’t know what you were saying. Jun was quiet for a moment, before taking a step closer.

“Maybe.” It was almost like a confession. You felt guilty, but you wanted him to come towards you more. Until he was on top of you, until he was touching you like your body was his.

“Then why should I trust you?” Your voice is shaking now, your heart pounding as he takes another step closer, this time an arm’s length away. He could’ve touched you if he wanted to…

“Because you know when I lie to you, it feels nice.” That was true. But how could you admit that? Your eyes must’ve looked like a doe’s, because he leaned down, his hands trapping you against your bed. His right hand slowly lifted to touch your cheek. This time, it doesn’t stop to hesitate. It moves with an assurance that you had never seen before… almost a desperate one. His fingers traced your cheek down to your chin, lifting up your face slightly so that he had an easier angle… an angle to kiss you. It seemed like something that was long overdue, crashing into you like a man starving finally presented food. It was sharp, consuming, and wrong in all the right ways. The ways that made it impossible to stop. Your fingers made their way to his black button up, hooking themselves between the buttons, pulling him closer, and for a moment everything disappeared. The world, hard choices, consequences. It’s all gone. All that remained was him. The heat of the kiss, of him, as he made his way onto your bed to straddle on top of you. Your hands were pulling him closer, almost like you were trying to pull him inside you. His hands pulled you up so you were sitting, and started exploring your body. He pulled back, twisting the two of you so that you were now on top of him, straddling him now. Without hesitating, his lips latched onto your throat, placing messy kisses around your throat, the sides and the front, any spot that he’s able to find before pulling back, panting and looking up at you.

“Tell me to stop…” His voice sounded forced, like he didn’t want to say these things, “Tell me to stop and to go away…” His eyes pleading slightly. You looked down at him a bit, your hands exploring his arms.

“I… don’t want you to…” Those words triggered a sort of relieved expression.

“Then tell me explicitly… what you want me to do. I can’t continue until you tell me. What have you been hoping to do with me?” His hands lifted up, cupping your face and forcing you to look down at him.

“Jun…” It was almost a whisper, “Please…” You didn’t know how to phrase your words. You didn’t know what you wanted to say. Your words froze suddenly, like you were suddenly buffering.

“Please?” His voice raised in pitch, he was desperate. You looked frozen for a moment, almost confused. His eyes searched over you, “Tell me you want me to kiss you. Tell me you want me to… to take you. To have sex with you…”

“Jun…” Your voice trailed off, but not because you were hesitating. You knew exactly what you wanted.

“I need you to say it.” He pleaded, his voice soft.

“I want you… to have sex with me.” The directness of the sentence made you blush. You didn’t get to think about it for long though, because Jun quickly latched onto you again, kissing you, pulling you closer. You accepted the movement, kissing him back and letting yourself melt into his body. You felt your body fully ragdoll as he flipped the two of you over, pulling your shirt off with a gentle but needy force. His hands were masterful against your body, pressing gently against those spots that made you flinch in good ways. You weren’t wearing a bra already, and he took advantage of that, his mouth making its way to your chest. He quickly started sucking onto your nipple. The moans you let out were angelic to his ears, taking it as a sign he was doing something right. Your hands made their way into his hair, tugging at it like you needed something to pull on to make him keep doing.

“Jun…” his name left your lips like it had belonged there the whole time. He instantly stopped and looked at you, a need in his eyes like a starved man finally getting a home cooked meal. You look him in the eyes, letting out words you never thought you would get to say out loud, “I can’t wait anymore…” This seemed to give him a green light, suddenly ripping your panties off, his lips colliding with your core as his tongue started exploring your insides. It all happened so fast you didn’t get a chance to process any of it, gasping and moaning out loudly. His hands were gripped on the outside of your thighs, squeezing them around his face. After what felt like hours (which was likely only about a minute) he pulled back, just a few centimeters, face wet as he looked up at you.

“You taste amazing… I can’t stop… I want to feel you cum on my mouth” he looked up at you, as if he was asking permission. You sheepishly nod, opening your legs just a little. A hint of pride hit his face as he slowly moved you with an ease that seemed unfair. He lifted up your hips, having you sit up and balancing you above him, making you hover right above his face.

“Jun! What are you doing!” Your voice raised in pitch a bit, trying to get off of him but his arms held you down.

“Sit on my face.” His voice was stern, and for some reason your body acted without hesitation, suddenly dropping down in his mouth. He didn’t miss a beat, eating you out from underneath you as you tried to keep your balance. His hands rested on your thighs, high tongue shooting in and out of inside you. It felt like he already knew exactly what you like, no… what you need to feel good. He hit those spots that made your whole body tense up without any effort, one of his hands snaking around your legs to make its way to your clit, rubbing the nub like it was a delicate flower, gentle but rough at the same time. Your back arched as you tried not to be too loud, feeling bad for your neighbors.

As Jun kept going, you felt a knot forming in your stomach, tightening with each swish of his tongue or circle of his fingers. You tried to tell Jun to slow down, the double stimulation getting you closer at a speed you could barely handle, but he wasn’t listening, entranced in making you feel good. It didn’t take long for you to feel that knot snap, feeling your whole body shake as your hips started grinding against his face. He moaned into you as you finished on his mouth. The feeling of him taking in everything was amazing and soon he lifted you up, feeling yourself ragdoll in his arms as he flipped you over, now on top of you. He kissed you, with a gentleness that only a true man could have. You tasted yourself on his lips, wincing a bit at the taste. When he pulled back he just looked at you for a moment, enjoying the sight of you post finish.

“Do you want more?” His voice was soft, his hand made its way to your face to slowly caress your cheek. You quickly nod, your hands making their way down to his waistband. He smirked a bit and kissed your nose. “You’ll get it next time dear” suddenly the world around you went dark.

When you wake up, the room is quiet… too quiet. You thought Jun was gone, like it was all a dream, until you felt arms wrap around you.

“You’re so beautifully tainted, you know that?” Feathers flew around the room, feeling them swish against your arms and face. You fight to turn around to face him. “What choice would you make? Go towards the dark or the light?” His voice was soft, like he was scared to know the answer. You smile, your hand making its way to his cheek.

“I already made my choice.”

AUPril day 2: SemiColon - Tattoo Artist!SCoups x Reader

Description: Your usual tattoo artist was sick, but you didn't want to cancel... so instead, you get the cute artist you had never really seen before.

Word Count: 3.1k

Tags: Cute meet, that's really all I can think of... it's just really cute

You didn’t expect your usual tattoo artist getting sick to cause such a new emotion. You had been going to the same tattoo shop for years now. You wanted to finally get a tattoo you’d been dreading for years, the semicolon tattoo. You wanted to get it over a spot where you had a lot of scars, and your usual artist was the only one in a good 15 mile radius who would tattoo over such prominent scars. On the morning of your appointment, in your car 30 minutes before the appointment started, you stared at the text.

“I’m so sorry, I have a horrible fever. You’ll be with my coworker today, he’s awesome don’t worry!! I trained him! Good luck! <3.” You listened to your car hummed as you contemplated canceling. The thought of someone other than the girl you trusted tattooing you scared you a bit, but you knew that if you backed out of this tattoo again you’d never get it. Once it was time to go into the shop, you turned your car off and walked in, feeling your legs shake for the first time before getting new ink.

The doorbell above the door chimed once you stepped inside. The sound was swallowed away by the buzz of machines and the soft rock music playing around you from the speakers hidden somewhere. The smell of antiseptic felt familiar but dooming at the same time, but a new smell seemed to ground you. Incense? Some sort of woody smell. You hesitated a moment at the door, your fingers curled around the strap of your car keys. 

“Welcome in, do you have an appointment?” The voice that entered the air was warm, deep and gentle in a way that instantly soothed something in your chest. You looked over at the owner of the voice and your thoughts instantly left our head. The man behind the counter seemed inhuman. Shoulders broad, dark hair falling just over his forehead. Eyes that seemed to look sharp and soft at the same time. A look that could make any person swoon… and you were definitely any person. He wore a simple black t-shirt, sleeves hugging his arms to show off his muscles, and the sleeve of tattoos down his right arm.

“Hi… yes I do… for (Y/N)?” You cringed at how your voice sounded and the man smiled at you.

“Oh! Right, you’re the appointment I’m helping out for. Scar cover-up, right?” His voice was sweet but harsh at the same time, like one of those rock songs that hit just right. “I’ve seen you around here before, you have a few tattoos right?” He rested his forearms on the counter as he leaned forwards, the shirt dipping down a bit to show off some more tattoos on his chest. You nodded a bit.

“Yeah… I should have a design in the system…” Your hands gripped your keys more, white-knucking the silicone keychain, holding not just your keys together, but right now, you as well. The tattoo artist seemed to notice and chuckled a bit, causing you to blush a little. It seemed unfair that someone you were supposed to be nervous around made you feel so safe and comfortable.

“Relax, I’ll be gentle. I’m Seungcheol.” He slowly walked out from behind the counter, offering over his hand, “But you can just call me Cheol, that’s what everyone else calls me.” Before you could think, your free hand slipped into his. His hands were warm. Reassuring in a way that eased your nausea just a little bit.

“Nice to meet you… Cheol…” The name seemed awfully comfortable in your throat. 

“I’m sure you know the drill! Your information is in the system already so we’ll go back and we can get your design and placement ready. The computer says the tattoo is on your thigh, do you need a cover?” He went back behind the counter again, preparing a little black cover.

“Oh… no I’m ok…” your voice seemed to glitch as it came out, stopping almost after almost every word. 

He nodded as he still grabbed it, “Alright, I’ll bring you back to my chair and I’ll print out your stencil.” He smiles as he leads you to the back. As you walked, you tried desperately not to stare. Every step seemed purposeful, controlled. The tattoos on his arms flexed, and moved slightly as his arms swayed against his side. His station was neat. Almost meticulous. Sketches of flowers were pinned on a board nearby, delicate linework of roses or spider lilies. 

“You get comfortable while I print out your stencil, I’ll be right back!” His voice jolted you out of your thoughts as you nod. He disappeared in the backroom as you made yourself comfortable on the chair. You were wearing a skirt that could be easily lifted up. Thinking of a man lifting up the skirt would usually make you squirm… but this time, it seemed to be ok. Cheol quickly came back with the stencil, a small Pisces constellation of stars, with a semicolon cleverly hidden in, not obvious if you weren’t looking, but still clearly there.

“I like it a lot. It’s beautiful.” He smiled as he started prepping himself for the tattoo. Your shoulders relaxed slightly at his confirmation.

“My mom designed it for me… she’s always loved stars.” He glanced over at you and nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. The way his smile looked made your cheeks warm up a bit. 

“Meaningful in many ways. How big are you thinking of making it?” He snapped his latex gloves on and rolled over to you on his stool. You show him the size, gently lifting up your skirt to show him where it would start. He followed your movements. Nothing invasive, but instead, a thoughtful glance before he looked away quickly. “That would look great, but you’ll have to avoid some of these moles and freckles. We can incorporate them if you’d like… may I?” His hands ghosted over your thigh, waiting for the ok to touch you. You were suddenly very aware of your heartbeat as you nodded. His hands were gentle as he gently looked at each freckle on your upper thigh, careful not to lift your skirt up more than you were ok with. Every movement of your leg, he’d look up to make sure you were comfortable. It seemed to take forever before he moved back again. 

“Alright!” You suddenly breathed, not realizing you had been holding your breath, “Lets get this stencil on. You’ll take a look at it to make sure you love it.” The word love leaving his mouth seemed different in a way… almost like he didn’t just mean the tattoo… 

The feeling of the cold gel against your leg snapped you out of your thoughts. This was all too real now. Your hands clenched the chair now, just staring up at the ceiling. “Go ahead, check her out in the mirror.” His voice was soft, understanding. He helped you up to look at yourself in the mirror. The stencil was perfect. It was twisted slightly so that your freckles looked to be a part of the tattoo. It all seemed so real and you felt yourself tear up a little. After everything you went through… 

“Hey, are you ok? We can wait if you need…” His voice woke you up, forcing you to look at him. You suddenly felt the tears actually streaming and nodded, wiping them away.

“Yes… I’m just… excited” You smile a bit as you go back to the chair, “It’s perfect… thank you.”

“Perfect, you say?” He smiles a bit, a hint of pride in his voice as he rolls over to you again, “That’s the goal, isn’t it?” he cheesed at his own stupid joke, causing you to laugh softly. “Sit back, we’ll take it slow.” You settled into the chair, nerves suddenly creeping back in as he explained every step. Preparing the ink, preparing the gel, cleaning and shaving the area. When he tested the machine, you felt the buzz shake your whole body. Soon, he looked over at you. “Ready?”

“Yes… let's do this…” Suddenly you felt like you were back at your first tattoo appointment, back when you were 18. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” The worst seemed simple, but something about them made your chest flutter. Your brain acted before you gave it a chance to process what you were saying.

“You promise?” Once you said it, your face flushed. Seungcheol smiled a bit as he met your gaze. Something warm settled into his expression as he responded.

“I promise.”

For the first time in years, the contact of the needle with your skin made you flinch, tensing up under Seungcheol’s hands. It didn’t take long for him to notice it. His hand was gently against your knee.

“Hey, it’s ok. You’re doing great, just breathe. The first few pokes are always the worst.” Of course, you knew this, but for some reason, the nerves seemed to get better at his voice. The entire time, he just talked to you about anything random, telling you everything that was going on. Which line he was on, how many stars he had finished, even getting into how he had gotten into tattooing in the first place. It distracted you in the best way, keeping your mind away from the tensing of your leg at each new line. 

“So, why the stars?” It was the first time he had asked you a question since you had started. The question kind of made you blush.

“My mom always loves astronomy…” The design meant a lot to the two of you.

“Piscese, right? The story of a mother’s love for her child. It’s sweet.” The story was true. Your mom told you about it, the separation of Aphrodite and her son Eros, but constant love despite it all. It was the same story as you and your mom. Physically, you were far from one another, but emotionally you called each other every day. 

“Yeah…” Your voice was soft, “She’s my hero…” Seungcheol hummed softly as you started telling him about your mother. Suddenly, the needle didn’t seem to affect you as much anymore. Once you were out of things to say, you brought the conversation back to him, “What about you? What are your tattoos about?” There was a slight pause.

“Anything… everything… a lot about my family as well.” His voice was soft. “At first, they were a way to cope with pain in my life, then they became meaningful when I understood how permanent they really were.” Your heart wrenched slightly… such a handsome man also had hardships? You wanted to know more, but knowing not to press further. 

“That’s nice… how many siblings do you have?”

“Just one. My older brother”

“Do you have any tattoos for him?” A small chuckle left his lips as he looked up at you.

“Do you want a break?” He teased a bit, causing you to blush slightly, before putting his machine down and lifting his sleeve to show a small sun, rising over a horizon. “This one. Not only does his name mean ‘To Rise’... he’s my everything. I can’t imagine my life without him.” Your face turned more red at the description. You wanted to tell him how beautiful that was, how much you wanted to hear more… but only a few words left your throat.

“That’s really nice.” Your voice was soft, but almost hoarse. His eyes flicked to you for a moment before you almost picked up a tint of red from his own face. 

“Let’s keep going…” His own voice was soft, picking up his machine again, the buzz chilling in your ear.

The rest of the session passed in a blur. Each line hurt less than the last, each conversation soft and comforting as you let yourself melt into his chair. You felt your muscles tense less and less. Before you knew it, Seungcheol was turning his machine off, putting it down.

“Alright! We’re all done!” You blink slightly, looking down at your leg to see the, indeed, completed tattoo that he was cleaning off.

“Already? It feels like we only started a few minutes ago…” Your voice tread off, hearing how embarrassing that was. Seungcheol laughed a bit.

“Yeah, already. Wanna check it out in the mirror?” You felt yourself nod, avoiding looking at it until you stood up and walked to the mirror on the wall. Once you saw it, your breath caught in your throat. It looked perfect… soft, gentle, but precise and strong. Exactly what you were looking for and somehow… better. 

“I love it…” your voice was soft. You feel a small hand on your shoulder, and you look up to see Seungcheol next to you.

“I’m glad… it’s beautiful…” It almost sounded like he wanted to say more. For a moment, the two of you didn’t move, just staring at one another. You looked into his eyes and it almost looked like he was staring at something else than yours… something lower on your face. 

The sound of the door bell chiming brought the two of you out of your trance. He cleared his throat, moving back a bit. “I’ll wrap it for you, I’m sure you don’t need any aftercare instructions. You’re a vet” He smiled slightly, going to grab the second skin to put on top. Your eyes moved back to your leg, looking at the tattoo. It had a red outline from the sore skin, but it was still perfect… the first time a tattoo really felt like yours. 

Once it was fully wrapped, you followed him back to the counter. The two of you lingered there more than you needed to… the slight clicking of the mouse of Seungcheol at the computer. 

“So, survived another tattoo?” His voice sounded soft. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

“Barely… I felt like I was stiff the whole time.” Your eyes drifted down to your hands, feigning that you were just looking at your cards, but really… you were just too nervous to look him in the eyes.

“You did great.” His voice came out even softer than before. There was a pause for a moment, the two of you just in each other’s presence… “If you want another one anytime soon…” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Trying to poach a new client?” You gently raise an eyebrow, looking back up at him as he also smiled, but avoided your eyes.

“Maybe… but I also wouldn’t mind seeing you again.” His voice echoed in your head as your heart thumped in your ears. You were just silent for a moment before he seemed to panic, “Sorry, that was really forward, I totally understand-”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you either.” You cut him off. Relief flashed across his face as he just smiled.

“That’s… great…” He looked at the computer for a moment before clearing the balance, grabbing a pen and a sticky note from the side. “The tattoo’s on me today… but in return…” He scribbled something on the sticky note, handing it to you, “Text me…” His voice seemed cautious as you just looked at it. 

“Are… you sure?” Your hand hesitated for a moment, not because you didn’t want to, but because you didn’t know if you should.

“Yes. I want to do this…” His smile was slightly slanted. He was trying to act normal, but horribly failing at it. It caused you to laugh a bit… It was cute.

“Ok. I will.” You grab the sticky note from him, keeping it in your hand as the two of you made your goodbyes.

Later that night, you stared at the phone number on that sticky note, trying to gauge how long was a normal amount of time to not seem desperate without being too late. Around 7:00pm, you texted him.

“Hey, it’s (Y/N). Your new favorite client.” You knew the message was bold, but you sent it anyway. His response was almost immediate. 

“There was never any competition.” Your face turned bright red and you let out a slight laugh. And just like that, the conversation started. It was never about a tattoo. It was “good morning”s and “good night”s. It was funny little jokes, and check ins during the day. It felt nice to talk to someone this freely. Comforting, almost. Soon it became “when can we see each other again?” And plans that never went through… until one day. It randomly hit you, an urge. You didn’t know how it happened, but you made your way back to the tattoo parlor, minutes before closing. This time, you weren’t gripping your keys like they’d save you from imminent doom, you weren’t breathing so heavy you could see the breath in the air. This time, you simply walked in without an issue. The bell chimed again. You noticed a familiar face at the counter… Seungcheol. As soon as the two of you locked eyes, he smiled softly. 

“Hey…” his voice was soft for a moment, almost like everything was suddenly ok. He quickly recovered, clearing his throat before walking around to be in front of you, leaning back against the counter, ignoring the questioning stares from his coworkers. “How’s the tattoo?” His hands made their way into his pockets, almost like he didn’t trust himself to do anything else. 

You shrug slightly as you lift up the skirt to show it to him, "Healing nicely. My easiest one yet.” You look up at him a bit.

“Good… I’m glad…” The two of you stood there silently for a moment. It almost felt familiar, a sense of deja vu flashing over you. But this time, it felt slightly different. Calming. Soft and warm. “Did you come just to show me the tattoo?” His voice pierced the wall of quiet and you shrug, trying to play it cool and casual. 

“Maybe… Unless you wanted me to come for something else.” You almost teased him, looking back up to meet his eyes. A silence again. Neither of you dared to say anything after that poorly made joke. Until you both tried to speak up at the same time.

“Would you-”

“Let’s-” 

You both stopped at the same time, letting out a small laugh. He nodded towards you, as if to tell you to go. You suddenly blush, knowing what you wanted to ask. “Would you want to grab a drink?” His face flushed just as much as yours.

“I’d love to…” His voice was just as soft as you’d imagine it to be. “Give me ten minutes? I’ll clean off my station.” You instantly nod.

“I’ll wait” You sit on a couch in the entrance. “And you can tell me about the tattoos you did today” You smile a bit, and he mirrors it.

AUPRIL DAY 1: Coffee Order - Seungkwan x Reader

Description: From the same daily schedule, to a new type of schedule. Finally, you build up the courage to ask out your coffee shop crush.

Word count: 2.2k words

Tags: Coffee Shop worker!Seungkwan, fluff, first date, slightly embarrassing... but so stinking cute

You walked into the same small coffee shop every day, at around the same time. You’d have a different barista each time, but there’s always one you looked forward to more than others. You never knew his full name, you just knew his coworkers called him “Kwannie” or “Kwan” during the rush you’d walk in on. His name tag was no help either as the name tag just said “kwankwan”… which was a cute nickname, but with so many nicknames thrown around you always wondered what his name could actually be.

 Today was no different to your usual routine. You’d wake up, put on your clothes for your boring office job, check the weather outside and start on your trek to work. You contemplated stopping at the bakery for breakfast, but you knew that if you did you’d miss the cute barista you always hoped to see. Therefore, you made the B-line to the coffee shop. “Pleiades”, a small coffee shop named after one of your favorite star clusters in a big constellation you loved. Your feet followed the same path as always as you walked into the coffee shop, hearing the door bell jingle as you heard a chorus of “welcome in” all at once. But you picked up on one voice you were hoping for… but it wasn’t coming from behind the bar like it usually did. Your eyes drifted over to where the voice came from, to see “Kwannie”, or the cute barista, with his fluffy hair that framed his face perfectly, and his perfectly auburn brown eyes. He was mopping the floor around some tables, pausing to smile over at you, nodding slightly. It caused you to blush a little. To hide your blush, you look down to walk over to the bar, putting in your order and trying to get small glances over at him. 

Once you placed your order, you decided to look at the time… skipping the bakery stop, you had an extra 20 minutes to spare… usually you’d get to work early and just sit in the break room while you doomscrolled on your phone but today you felt a weird feeling of  need in your stomach. A need to talk to him. You decide to make the leap of faith… and march over to that cute barista. When he saw you walk over he straightened up and smiled. 

“Hi there! Can I help you!” He had the cutest voice, not too high or low pitched, not scratchy, perfectly tuned to sound like your favorite song. Seeing him up close, your confidence suddenly slipping as your blush. 

“Uh well… I just wanted to ask your name…” you cursed yourself for suddenly sounding like a nervous idiot, “I hear everyone call you different nicknames… and your name tag isn’t much help…” you motion to the small piece of metal on his shirt. You hear him let out a small (adorable) laugh and nod. 

“Seungkwan. Boo Seungkwan if we want to get formal.” He nodded slightly and you couldn’t help but blush more. Even his name was cute. “What about you? I need to know what to call my favorite customer at this coffee shop.” You blushed even more. His favorite?

“(Y/N).” You smile, and you can swear you see a hint of redness on Seungkwan’s cheeks. 

“So did you just come over here to ask my name or did you need anything else?” He smiles a bit, leaning on the mop he was holding in his hand. Your sudden confidence came back and you nod, lifting your chin slightly to look more put together. 

“Yes actually!  I was wondering if you’re free tonight after your shift!” You had a vision in your head of him blushing and nodding shyly, accepting your invite with an adorable pride. 

“I am not.” Your pride suddenly shattered, and it clearly showed on your face with how he reacted, a small laugh being stifled by his hand as he looked away slightly, probably to avoid embarrassing you more, “But I’m free this Saturday. If you… want to go out for lunch.” 

“Yes!” Your voice came out a bit louder than you anticipated. Seungkwan laughed a bit as he put his hand out, asking for your phone. You put your phone in his hand and his thumb moved across the screen, putting his phone number in.

“Text me, I’ll let you know how to dress this Saturday and where to meet me.” He handed you back your phone as a thought entered your head.

“Want to meet here? The place where we met would be a cute first date!” The thought felt stupid as it came out and Seungkwan laughed.

“You’re lucky this place turns into a bar after hours. Yes, we can meet here. But text me, ok?” His soft smile lifted you away as you nod. Soon, your coffee was ready and it was time for you to leave the coffee shop to go to work. 

The days before Saturday seemed to drag on. You and Seungkwan have been texting basically 24/7. Sending stupid memes back and forth while chronically ignoring work all together. You almost got caught a few times texting by your boss when you were supposed to be in a meeting, but who was going to care… but soon Saturday hit. Friday evening, Seungkwan texted you saying “Wear something black. Sleek but not too fancy. And not too much makeup… unless you want to, but I prefer you without it. I’ll meet you at Pleiades at 6pm” The insistence of knowing what he wanted made you blush a bit. But you also knew what you wanted… his affection. So you listened. You changed your outfit four or five different times, everything either looked too desperate or not desperate enough. Eventually, you settled on a black turtleneck dress that stopped a bit about the knees. The heels you wore were cute but not something you’d wear to work either… you knew you’d regret that later, but he said “sleek”, so you were pulling out your best. Once you were satisfied with how the outfit looked, you looked at the time… 4:00pm… you really started early, in fear you’d be late. You had time to do your hair and makeup if you wanted to… But he said he preferred you without it. The thought sat on your brain for a good minute before deciding to put on a little mascara, some concealer to hide some recent blemishes from stress. You tried on several different hair styles, eventually going with a simple look that kept your hair out of your face. Once again, you looked at the time. 4:45pm… you spent 45 minutes on hair and makeup, which seemed like an embarrassingly long amount of time for a boy you’ve only really spoken to once. You decided to sit on the couch and do some stalking… who was Seungkwan… What were his friends like? What did he like?

Soon, it was time to leave to go to the coffee shop. The walk seemed so much longer than before, every step feeling like it only took you half as far. Once you got to the coffee shop you looked at the time, noticing you were a little early. You were nervous that would make you seem desperate until you heard a voice.

“Good thing we both got here early.” You look up, seeing Seungkwan smile at you. He was dressed in a nice white button-up, with some casual slacks. The two of you looked straight out of a romance movie, at least in your eyes. He looked so handsome outside of his coffee shop uniform… you were at a loss for words. “Shall we go inside?” He put his arm out for you. You blush and hold onto his hand, getting pulled closer to him so that your arms hooked around his elbow. 

The two of you went inside the coffee shop, which had now transformed into a more respectable sit down bar situation. He sat you down at a booth, taking the seat next to you. You give him a little look.

“Isn’t the guy supposed to sit across from the girl on the first date?” You tease a bit, smirking slightly. Seungkwan scoffs as he gives you an equally judging look back. 

“God forbid I want to sit next to a pretty girl.” He rolled his eyes and looked at the list of different wines the two of you could drink as you couldn’t help but blush. Pretty girl? You were quickly taken out of your thoughts when someone came over, asking if they could get you a drink. You panic for a moment, trying to look over the menu when Seungkwan spoke up first. 

“We need a little more time, thank you though” He smiled and nodded, putting a hand on your back gently, but discreetly. The bartender nodded and walked away. Seungkwan leaned over, keeping his voice low. “I wanted to try a Moscato. You usually get sweeter drinks at the coffee shop, so I’m sure you’d like it.” You look over at him to see he had a small smile on his face. You simply nod, your face the same color as the red wine at the table next to you. 

“Yeah… we can do that…” Your thoughts were gone, replaced by a man who you never thought would look at you. 

The night went wonderfully, as the wine came, words also came. The two of you talked for hours about everything you could. He told you about his roommate, Jeonghan, who was part of the reason he was such a tease with everyone, and you told him about your obnoxious neighbors who never stopped fighting then having long nights of makeup sex. He told you you were welcome at his house whenever you needed, you told him you’d make him food if he ever wanted a home cooked meal rather than ramen noodles he told you he frequented. And before you knew it, a bartender came over to tell you two the time had come to close out, and for the two of you to go home. You really didn’t want to, the night was getting so good. 

You sigh a bit and go to take out your card, scared of the damage it would make to your bank account. 

“Will the checks be together or separate?” The bartender cashing you out seemed a bit hesitant to ask, but before you had a chance to process the question, Seungkwan was already answering.

“Together, I’ll be paying.” He pulled his card out and put it on the table, his other hand gently snaking around your shoulders. The sudden contact made you blush again as you watched his free hand sign the receipt he was given, giving a rather large tip on top of a hefty bill. You panic a little.

“I can pay the tip, I have some cash…” You whisper in his ear, not wanting him to pay everything. You suspected the coffee shop didn’t pay exactly well considering how much he was working.

“I got it. Plus, the man always pays on the first date, right? You can pay next time” He smiled at you, like those few words didn’t make your entire week… no, month. There would be a next time!

Soon, the two of you made the walk back to your house. Both of you were careful to keep it slow, not wanting the night to end as you kept talking, fingers interlocked with one another. But eventually, you made it to the steps of your apartment. You stayed quiet for a moment, not wanting to be the first to say goodbye. 

“So… I’ll text you next time I get a night off? I’ll let you plan next time.” Seungkwan smiled as his hands held onto yours. You quickly nod, just staring at his beautiful eyes. 

“Sounds good…” Your voice trailed off a little… you didn’t want the night to end.

“I better see you in that line, bright and early tomorrow, okay? I want to be the one to make your coffee” He squeezed your hand a little, it was clear he didn’t want to say goodbye either. But the sentiment made you smile.

“I will make sure of it” You rock a little bit, awkward. Neither of you wanted to be the first to leave. Soon, you muster up the courage to do something you’ve only seen in movies. You lean into him, and place a small peck on his cheek. Blushing, you quickly go inside, putting your eye against the peephole to see what he would do. Seungkwan stood there for a second, his hand on his face, a mix of shock and pure bliss on his face. Soon he just smiled softly and put his hands in his pockets to walk back home. 

It didn’t take long for you to get ready for bed, but after that day you needed to pinch yourself a few times to believe it was real. Once you tucked yourself into the sheets, you opened your phone to prepare to doomscroll, until you saw a text from Seungkwan. 

“Thank you for tonight, I had so much fun.” The message made your heart flutter. Why was he thanking you? You were about to respond, until another one came in. “Two more until I can call you my girlfriend, right?” The message caused you to freeze. Girlfriend? 

Stage Kiss - Dom!Reader x Sub!Vernon

Description: Vernon is nonchalant on with others, but when he’s drunk and with his crush, things get different really fast. What happens when a drunk bottom and tipsy top come together in one room?

Word count: 3.9k words

Tags: Dom!Reader, Sub!Vernon, Male-receiving oral, PIV sex, protected sex, hook-up, degradation, drunk sex, semi-public sex, Noona kink

Parties after concerts are always interesting. As Seventeen’s makeup artist you tend to make your way to these parties whether you want to or not, spending most of your time making sure no one is filming the boys getting drunk behind the scenes. This time, you got dragged into a game of hotseat. The person on the “hotseat” had 5 minutes to answer all the most invasive questions the others can think of. “How many people have you had sex with this year”, “what’s your favorite position”.

“Do you have sexual feelings for anyone in this room?” You had been zoned out until someone asked that. The questions had never been about people in the room, just general thoughts that come up when you’re thinking of funny questions to ask. You take a look at who was in the hotseat. Hansol Vernon Chwe. The (quite cute) younger boy you had always believed was the most secretive person around. He never really spoke his thoughts out loud, however you always had a laugh seeing those thoughts plastered across his face. You had always wondered how he would look begging in bed…

“Yeah I do.” Those three words brought you out of a second daze. You laser focused your eyes on him. He was staring at the person who asked the question, Joshua, with no expression in his eyes. Everyone cheered when he said that. Stacked “no ways” and “whos” were floating around the room until Joshua spoke up again

“Are they older or younger than you?” The question seemed innocent enough but a sudden blush flew across Vernon’s face as he looked at his hands.

“Older…” the boy’s voice was quiet, almost like he was embarrassed of this fact. Joshua had a smirk on his face before someone else blurted out the question.

“Tell us who it is!” Vernon’s eyes flashed to you for half a second before shaking his head.

“No way.” There was a rule in hotseat. If you refused to answer the question, there was a challenge. And the other boys of the group already knew what his challenge would be. Vernon was to sleep with the person he had sexual feelings with before the night ends.

You didn’t think much of the look Vernon flashed at you during the game. He might’ve been looking at someone else, or just looking for help. You did admit that you had a small crush on Vernon. You always loved doing his makeup, and the talks you two had always made you laugh. He always had the funniest reactions when he and Seungkwan, the chair next to him, locked eyes. He always had the cutest face when he was panting after a show, and the most attractive eyes when he was focused…

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by a small voice behind you. “Noona?” You whipped around, to see who would call you that, only to see the exact person you were just fantasizing about.

“Vernon? You know not to call me that. It makes me sound old” you laughed a bit. You were only a year or two older but he insisted on treating you with formal respect. The more you looked at him standing there the more you could see a shakiness that could not have been connected to the amount of drinks he had that night, “what can I help you with?”

Vernon looked you in the eyes with a helpless stare, one that caused you to mentally cross your legs and squeeze your thighs together. “Can we… go somewhere private.”

The two of you walked into an extra bedroom in the house you were in, instinctively locking the door behind you. You turn to look at him, seeing him sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. He almost looked pathetic drunk like this, you couldn’t stop your head from reeling.

“So… my challenge after not answering my question was to sleep with the person I have sexual feelings with.” He looked up at you, face bright red, as if he would explode if he got any hotter, “that person is you…” he looked away again with a sudden found embarrassment, not the nonchalant and casual boy you’re used to. “If we could…” you cut him off,

“You want to have sex with me?” Your voice wasn’t stern, but straight to the point. You noticed a slight shiver in Vernon’s breathing, seeing his hands go closer to his abdomen.

“Yes…” His voice was small, almost weak. You almost fainted on the spot. The boy you had been crushing on… since you started working with the company, telling you that he has sexual feelings for you. You didn’t know how to even feel.

You simply nod at his answer. “Then let’s have sex.” You were blunt again, causing him to blush more. You expected him to pounce on you, as any man would when in a situation such as this one, instead he just sat there, twiddling his hands together. Suddenly a thought crossed your mind. “You… have had sex before right”

He quickly nodded, “Of course I have! I’m an idol, not a priest!” He flashed you one of his famous judgemental looks which caused you to laugh a little bit. Seeing him relaxed was nice. However, his composure quickly faded as he looked down again, “I just… would rather you take control…” you stood there, stunned. Is Vernon a bottom? The question was quickly ‘answered’. “To make sure you’re not uncomfortable! I don’t want to push you too far!” You let out another little laugh. He was worried about you, you thought that was cute.

“Ok well… I’ll do that then…” you walk over and sit on his lap, already feeling a tent in his pants. “If I go too fast, tell me. Ok?” You gently put your hand on the side of his face and he nods.

You take this as the ok to slowly lean in, pulling him into a gentle kiss. You wanted to keep it slow at first, letting him get acclimated to you, but his hands quickly made their way to your ass, squeezing like his life depended on it. You laughed a little and thought back to how he reacted before when you’d tease him. You’d notice blush after teasing him and calling him names, or notice how he’d have to go to the bathroom after you tell him what to do with that annoyed tone in your voice. Even as the two of you kissed now, he refused to take control, (probably) subconsciously letting out little moans as you kissed him. It made you want to try something… to test out your theory. You pulled back a little. Not by much, just enough to say two sentences and look at his face.

“Look at you… grabbing my ass like you own it” you tried your best to keep your voice stern but you swore you heard a little shake to it. But it didn’t seem to matter to Vernon. His voice shivered, and the hardness underneath you suddenly grew a little bit as his face turned red. You suddenly blushed more, pulling back even more. You let out a little smile. You knew he was drunk… you didn’t want to take advantage of it, but for some reason you wanted to tease him more. You wanted to hear him beg for your attention, see him on his knees. You cursed the alcohol you drank earlier, knowing that if you were sober you’d be able to make smarter choices. But right now, you just wanted Vernon. “You really want to get fucked by me, don’t you?” You didn’t notice the phrasing of the words until you heard it out loud. Your own words caused you to blush a bit. Vernon, get fucked by you? It almost seemed comical to you. Someone so relaxed being anything other than vanilla seemed unheard of. You were about to laugh it off and apologize until you noticed his response. He was nodding rapidly, a pleading look in his eyes.

“Yes, noona… please” those three words felt different than before. He’s said that exact sentence when you were doing his makeup.

“Alright Vernon, do you want me to cover up your eyebags?”

“Yes Noona, please!”

This time, it turned you on more than words could describe. Suddenly, the feeling on your stomach turned from nervous to one of pure bliss. You crashed your lips back into his, quickly wanting to take control of the kiss (which he gladly let you do). You let his hands roam your body as your own hands made their way to the hem of his shirt, then under it to feel around his chest. He was more built than you expected, his abs lean but prominent. Feeling your cold hands on his chest, Vernon let out a small moan, his hands suddenly freezing on your sides as he shivered. You pull back for half a second as you pull his shirt over his head, throwing it to some mystery location in the bedroom before pushing him back onto the bed, looking down at him, you took off your own shirt. You weren’t wearing anything extraordinary, just a normal black bra that you’d wear everyday. This didn’t stop Vernon from taking in a shaky breath, staring daggers into your chest.

“You’re… more beautiful than I imagined…” Those words made you blush a little, almost ruining your composure before you suddenly remembered something.

“You’re missing a word, Vernon.” You give him a little smile, almost seeming innocent. He still blushed, his hands making his way to your sides as he let out a small whisper.

“Sorry… Noona…” that word again. It caused you to suddenly grind your hips against his, triggering a shaky moan from him as he closed his eyes, leaning his head back. The sound triggered a sort of visceral reaction. Suddenly you were kissing him again, grinding your hips as if your life depended on it. Vernon let out moans which sounded so heavenly you weren’t sure they could be real. Your hands roamed his body again as his stayed planted on your waist, not leading you anywhere but needed to stay grounded himself. You pulled back for half a second to breathe and you suddenly heard something magical come from his lips.

“Please give me more, Noona” Vernon let it out as a whimper, his eyes glued shut as he enjoyed the feeling. Against your better judgement, you stopped, causing Vernon to open his eyes, panicked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud!” He tried to sit up, worried he had scared you off but you stopped him, your hands on his shoulders.

“Who told you to get up?” Your voice, sweet but tinted with something menacing, causing Vernon to fall back onto his back. You slowly got off of him, causing a small whine for a moment before slowly teasing his belt. “How ever could I make you pay?” You toyed with his zipper, humming slightly.

“You can do whatever you want to Noona…” Vernon’s voice was soft, but full of need. He lifted his hips slightly, moving towards your hand.

“Anything I want! What a bold thing to ask,” you tease a bit, causing more blush to form. You start to unzip his pants, removing his belt. “Hands.” The simple word caused him to fling his hands toward you, the heels of his palms together like a sensual flower. You tie the belt around his wrists like you had seen in explicit movies and gently put a kiss on his forehead, “if you want me to stop, say ‘red light’. Ok?”

Vernon slowly nodded, showing he understood. You slowly made your way down in between his legs, holding his thighs open with your elbows. You didn’t take his boxers off just yet, letting yourself gently kiss his crotch through the fabric, tasting the pre-cum and letting it mix with your saliva. You wanted to tease him more, hoping to get him to beg for anything further but too shy to ask. Luckily… you didn’t have to.

“Noona… please…” his hips lifted against your face slightly, whines escaping every few seconds. You let out a small smile.

“Please, what? Use your words Vernon.” You used your hand to draw small circles on his thigh, watching as his thigh twitched due to your action. He looked away for a moment, blushing, and you almost thought he’d tell you to stop.

“Please… suck me dry, Noona!” His voice came out louder than he anticipated, bringing his caged hands to cover his mouth. You let out a small laugh as you sigh.

“Well, if you ask so nicely, how can I say no to you.” Your hands made their way to the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down painfully slowly and watching as he squirmed at the mere thought of you giving him head. 7 inches of thick, veiny cock sprung up and almost hit you in the face, standing at attention and twitching slightly at the sudden air. You felt yourself get exciting, that knot in your stomach tightening as you gathered up your courage to actually suck off Vernon. Your lips slowly made their way to his tip, leaving small kitten kisses down his shaft, enjoying the small moans that left his lips as your hands massaged his thighs. Every now and then, a small “Noona” would escape from Vernon’s mouth, causing you to look up at him. He had the most beautiful fucked out face you had seen and you’d barely even touched him. His mouth hung open at every touch of your lips, his eyes seared shut. You wanted to see what would happen when he came in your mouth. And so you start slowly putting more and more of his tip down your throat, once halfway down stopping for a moment before shoving the rest down your through, feeling him touch the back of your throat. Vernon let out a moan in an octave you didn’t even know he could hit, his hands shooting down to grab onto your hair as his hips tried bucking forward. You felt yourself gag suddenly, gripping onto the sheets of the bed underneath him to ground yourself. You heard whimpered apologies above you as he tried to control his hips that moved without his mind telling them to. You slowly pulled up, letting his cock fall out with a pop from your cheeks.

“If you don’t stay still, I’ll stop.” You caressed his thigh as you said it, your voice dripping with a fake sweetness, making your threat that Vernon knew you’d act on. He nodded quickly.

“Yes Noona, I’m sorry Noona!” His face was bright red and he looked close to crying, but his cock twitched slightly as you glared at him. You smile as you lower your head again, keeping eye contact with him as you take him back into your mouth. Vernon knew not to look away, but his eyes pleaded you to let him close. You closed your eyes as his tip hit the back of your throat and he instantly threw his head back, letting out a sweet sounding moan. You slowly move your head, his tip abusing your uvula as you bob your head up and down. You only got to move for a moment, barely getting to enjoy the moans flowing from Vernon before he started pleading for you to stop. “W-Wait, I’m- Noona, I’m going to cum!” His hands were on your head, not holding you down but gripping onto your hair. Once you heard that you lifted your head quickly, smiling at Vernon.

“Oh well… we can’t have that yet!” You tease a bit, “I didn’t know you were such a minute man, Vernon.” You climbed on top of him, until you were nose to nose with him.

“I-I’m sorry, Noona… you’re just… so pretty and-and…” you cut him off with a kiss, smiling slightly.

“I’m honored you think that… give me a moment.” You plant a small kiss on his lips before getting up and walking to your jacket pocket, which has been thrown off in the process of undressing. Inside one of the pockets, you pull out a condom you keep on it during parties… just in case you got drunk one night, (or your crush confessed). Pulling the condom out, you make a big show of opening it, using your teeth to tear the packaging, slowly walking over as you pull the actual protection out. “One day… I’ll let you hit it raw… but you didn’t earn it yet.” You smile as you make your way between his legs. Vernon quickly nods, blushing.

“That’s ok, please just… hurry…” he lifts his hips a bit to show his want and you laugh.

“Oh, Vernon… is that how you ask?” Your knee comes down to put pressure on his cock, causing him to whimper a bit.

“I-I’m sorry, Noona! Please…” He couldn’t finish his sentence before whining again.

“Please what?” You put a little more pressure on his cock, triggering more whines from his throat.

“Please ride me! Make me cum! Please!” His voice came out louder than he anticipated, using his still tied hands to cover his mouth as your eyes darted to the door. The music was loud enough to cover the sound… hopefully… but you could use that to your advantage. You let a small smirk creep onto your face as you look at Vernon again.

“Oh, Vernon… you want it so much you’re willing to let everyone hear? You must be really needy!” You smile as you pull your leg off his cock, watching it twitch, ready to cum. You gently put the condom on Vernon before climbing on top of him again, lifting his head up with your fingers, uttering one word to him. “Beg.”

That one word triggered strings of words to be released from his mouth, begging you to ride him, make him feel good, just begging to get what he needs. Repeating please and I need it, Vernon tried to control his voice to stay quiet after being told off once. Once you believed he had suffered enough you slowly straddled him again, teasing his tip as you slowly swirled your hips around. After a little more begging and praises, you’re so pretty and please, Noona, I’ll do anything, you suddenly drop yourself onto him, his cock taking up every millimeter of space in your cervix. Vernon’s mouth opened wide, his head leaning back. A strained, high-pitched moan made its way out as he gripped onto the sheets to ground himself. You felt your thighs clench around his hips as you closed your eyes, biting your lip to avoid letting a few moans slip out as well. Once you had gotten used to his cock inside, long and decently thick to match his body, with pronounced veins that pressed against your walls, you slowly lifted your hips to slam back down, repeating this action repeatedly. You tried to focus on the feeling, but Vernon’s moans and whimpers kept you focused on something else. You heard him repeating how good it felt, how he was enjoying this. You could feel his hands against your waist, not leading you to do anything but simply there to make sure you’re balanced. Every second of riding him felt like pure heaven. The feeling of going up and down, the grip on your hips that would cause a bruise the next day. The sounds of his moans, and the dirty wetness of his cock against your walls, everything felt better than you could’ve imagined. You felt yourself get lost in the feelings, almost getting overwhelmed as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten and expand. Soon you heard Vernon’s high pitched moans turn into whimper and pants.

“Noona, I’m so close… please, I need to cum” his eyes were still sealed shut, his hands starting to roam your body and his abs tensing underneath you. You saw an opportunity to get more of what you wanted out of him. You slowed down your hips, despite a whine from Vernon, as you leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“If you want to… beg for it.” You gently bit at his earlobe, feeling the flutter of his breath as he nodded.

“Noona, please… please let me cum, I’d do anything.” His voice was soft and sweet as his hands made their way up to your chest, hovering over your breast, as if scared to touch them. You smile, waiting for some more.

“Louder, Vernon.” You slowly lean back to watch him as his eyes close a bit before opening and staring right at you.

“Please! Let me cum! Please, Noona!” He continued on until you felt satisfied, moving your hips again at a grueling pace.

“Go ahead, cum, Vernon. Fill me up.” You watch as Vernon let go underneath you, his hips bucking up into you as his hands hit your chest and squeezed on your breasts, causing you to flinch a bit. His breath hitched as he finally came inside the condom, but that didn’t stop you. You continued to move your hips, squeezing around him. Vernon whimpered, repeating wait, wait. The moans only fueled you more as you moved faster, treating him like your own personal dildo. Vernon shivered underneath you, his hands moving anywhere he could grip as he tried to ground himself, overstimulated. You felt that knot in your stomach get tighter and tighter, until it finally snapped, squeezing around Vernon as you leaned down and bit onto where his shoulder met his neck to avoid moaning too loudly. Vernon gasped and his hands squeezed onto the back of your head and your back as you felt yourself slowly come down from your high. The two of you stayed there for a moment, your walls spasming around him, and him twitching inside you before slowly going limp. Once you regained your strength, you slowly lifted yourself off him, seeing him wince at the cold air hitting him again, laying next to him to just breathe.

“Well… you finished your bet…” Your voice was soft. Part of you was sad this might be the only time.

“It wasn’t for the bet…” His own voice was timid sounding. He slowly sat up and looked at you. His face was flushed, and the bite mark on him was prominent. Your hand ghosted the mark and his hand shot up to yours. “I’ve been needing an excuse to do this for a while.” His face seemed to show no more emotion than usual as he sat there for a moment before standing up to grab his clothing off the floor, tossing you your own pants. “You know my phone number… text me if you ever need to get off… I’ll be there.” You seemed stunned for a moment as he walked out. TEXT HIM IF WHAT???