#I WILL get to it

[bluejeanstrash]

inspired by this and this (sfw)

tags: idol! seungcheol x idol! reader, reader is a certified brat, brat taming, seungcheol and reader are hooking up, use of oppa and hyung, suggestive conversation | wc: 1.4k

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seungcheol swears he’s mistaken when he hears the first paparazzi call your name. but there it is again, and again, and by the time the crowd is screaming hysterically, he’s sure it must be you. he turns around as he’s being escorted into the venue to see you on the red carpet, waving to the cameras, posing with a poise only a professional idol has. you look jaw-droppingly good, and he curses at the fact that he only got to see you for two seconds.

things work out in his favour though. he reaches his table to see a place card with your name on it. idols seated together. not a bad marketing decision.

unlike the vibrant red carpet, the inside of the venue is dim, a velvety purple hue painting the room, and there’s a dj whose set suits seungcheol’s taste. it’s nice being here after months of hiatus, and it would be even nicer if you’d get here quicker. your group and seventeen were contemporaries, and pretty good friends, though in the public eye it seemed like you’d barely interacted. everyone wanted to keep it that way.

finally, after what feels like hours, you walk in, heads turning as you make your way to the table. he checks you out, slowly this time, blown away by just how incredible you look. your dress is sensual yet subtle, and his hands are itching to feel the fabric, and you under it. you’re a few steps away when you pause, spotting him, equally surprised to see him here. you would rarely cross paths during schedules, so this was unusual.

respectful bows are exchanged before you take a seat. a waiter comes by to drop off glasses of champagne, and you take that as an opportunity to check seungcheol out. all black everything with faded auburn hair looks very sexy on him. you make a quick decision about what you want him to do to you in this outfit.

‘i didn’t know you were attending. just you?’ he asks politely, in stark contrast to how impolitely he'd fucked you the last time you met.

‘just me. just you?’

‘and wonwoo. wonwoo!’ seungcheol waves him down as wonwoo makes his way to the table, taking a seat to your other side.

‘hyung, they need you for some solo press’ he informs and seungcheol is escorted away by his manager.

in the 10 to 15 minutes that seungcheol’s gone, you make small talk with wonwoo, touching on agency-approved topics like comebacks, dance challenges, and the like. topics that wouldn’t cause an internet meltdown when someone would inevitably zoom into your lips and try to breakdown every word being said.

what you’d actually been dying to discuss with wonwoo was his latest fling, and why he’d ghosted them, but that’s filed away for another day.

seungcheol returns with a second drink in his hand, and message for wonwoo ‘wonwoo-ya, they’re calling you now. do well’ he encourages like always.

seungcheol takes a seat beside you, close enough to dispel any negative rumours and far enough to not get pulled into dating ones.

‘have you finished press?’

‘what?’ you lean forward, the music too loud to speak at a distance. he does the same, almost placing his hand on your thigh but he catches himself in the last second, closing his palm into a loose fist and resting it on the table. seungcheol repeats his question, and you nod. yes, you’re done with press.

‘there are way too many cameras here’ he recognises a few fans who run his biggest fansites, all “discreetly” pointing huge DSLRs in his direction. he has to be careful not to accidentally touch you. not to do something that makes both your names start trending tonight.

‘are you done with schedule? what are you doing after this?’ he gives your dress a once over, trying to figure out how to undo it. there’s a complicated knot at the back which makes him eager to try.

the corners of your mouth curl into a playful smile before you take a sip of the bubbly. the sparkling gold goes down easy, and your words come out smooth,

‘you’

his eyes widen as the gulp of champagne he’s taking enters the wrong pipe, sending him into a tiny coughing fit. his eyes dart around the room to see if anyone caught that.

he takes another sip to recover, regaining any composure lost. then he leans in, plump cherry lips brushing against your ear ‘don’t say shit like that when we’re in public or i swear to god’

he sits back, adjusting the fall of his suit, and runs his fingers nervously through his thick hair which bounces right back into place.

this time you lean in completely, seungcheol refusing to meet you halfway, your earrings dangling with the motion ‘or what? what’s oppa going to do to me? punish me for being bad?’ you have a dangerous lilt in your tone that makes his dick throb.

‘stop. it.’ he mouths a warning. as if that has ever made a difference.

to seungcheol’s surprise, you had turned out to be quite a handful. you were different from your idol image. same, but different. he’d liked you instantly when you’d met outside work at his manager’s party and one thing led to another till you both had hooked up. he couldn’t believe it. you were two of his favourite things — a brat and a nasty slut combined into one gorgeous woman, and seungcheol wouldn’t have it any other way.

though, right now he could, because at this moment you were a pain in the ass and a throb in his dick, both of which he couldn’t afford. it’s not like he could refuse to engage in conversation with you. how bad would that look? so he stays still, listening to whatever lewd filth you’re whispering into his ear.

‘oppa, you know that thing you said you wanted to try with me? you wanted to put it inside my…while you turned on the vibrator in my other hole? can we try it? please?’ you leave your words vague, his imagination running wild. he’s going to kill you. it can’t get any worse, he thinks, but then the music changes.

an rnb song. no, an rnb song that’s no. 24 on your blended spotify sex playlist. in a biological reaction that would make pavlov proud, his cock starts to stiffen in his pants from the very first note. he catches your eye, looking away instantly. this is bad. this is very bad.

in an attempt to hide the tent that’s pitching in his pants, seungcheol crosses one leg over the other, taking further precautions to cover his crotch with a drape of his arms. it’s clear to you what’s happening, and if it wasn’t obvious enough he starts bouncing his knee, moving it a million times a minute. he’d read somewhere it gets rid of an unwanted erection, but it seems to be doing jack shit.

you lean back, amused, smoothing a flyaway hair, and elegantly throw your sleek locks over your shoulder to reveal a hint of your cleavage. seungcheol has spent a lot of time in there — kissing, licking, sucking…and shooting cum on that strip of skin. you know what you’re doing. he knows what you’re doing. the waiter who just walked past knows what you’re doing. seungcheol makes a mental note to tell his manager not to book you both at the same event ever again.

he tears his gaze away from your chest, focusing on the table in front of him. how many overlapping stitches can he see? he counts.

but you’re not done yet. no, you want him riled up and pissed off. you want that vein in his neck to pop. you wonder if you can run the risk of sliding your foot up his leg. probably not, and yet a second later the point of your heel slides up the inner seam of his pants, making him jump in his chair.

his jaw clenches, his neck tightens ‘that’s enough, you fucking brat’ he spits, forgetting to lean in or hide his mouth.

you grin impishly, taking a congratulatory sip of your champagne. he doesn’t know this but you’re soaking wet, your panties sticking uncomfortably to your cunt. riling him up always made you leak arousal in anticipation for the impending punishment.

unfortunately, before you can get a teaser of what’s to come, wonwoo returns, walking alongside your manager. you’ve done your part, made your appearance, and it’s time to leave, he says. you say your goodbyes, first to wonwoo, and then turn to seungcheol who lets out a small huff of air before standing up. he smiles for the cameras and bows, glaring at you as you lock eyes and whispers,

‘you’re in so much trouble’

[putuponpercy]

i made this instead of finishing today's traintober because he won't stop being a drama queen

[artical3237]

thinkin abt redesigning the if set cuz im not a big fan of the outfits.. i already thought of one for haruka actually-

[tabieeee]

Optical, you have not taken a break in 12 hours and 17 minutes. Please proceed to your quarters immediately or I will make you by force.

"My quarters are too far in for your giant ass to reach." "How do you plan to get me there? by breaking half the base?"

@gamie99 you

[shaykesqueer]

Last night I thought. I’m feeling kind of crap, I should do something creative.

And I thought about my overdue Christmas Cumulus redraw.

And then I played Gleaner Heights and watched the Terror instead 🤷

[tamsong]

what the HELL happened in tmagp today im behind

[bugisbonkerz]

forgive me for i have not drawn my favorite ducky boy in a hot minute

[veeblebeep]

I want to make a PRBL furry au lowkey the same way I did with DDE.. I am sick. I need to think on it. x.x

[nicoathogwarts]

you know what I want? that I’m probably going to write myself so I can procrastinate writing the actual stuff this blog was made for?

I want a sitcom fic that’s about Nico, Hades, Persephone and Hazel. Think of the most popular and well used tropes/plots/episodes in sitcoms like boy meets world and whatever else, and make the characters Nico, Persephone, Hades and Hazel.

No angst, no monsters, no prophecies, just sitcom shenanigans.

How great would that be?

having said that I don’t watch many sitcoms, so suggestions for plotlines would be great, the campier the better.

[a-box-full-of-eneco]

ᶦᶠ ᵘᵛᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵃⁿ ᵃˢᵏ, ᶦ ʷᶦˡˡ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶦᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵃˡᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᶦᵗ ᵐᵃʸ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵃⁿʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ ¹ ᵇᵘˢᶦⁿᵉˢˢ ᵈᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵛᵉʳᵃˡ ᵐᵒⁿᵗʰˢ

[ant1quar1an]

It's Amono again and I would like to ask how would the Avian boys (All of your latest please) would react to Researcher Komi Reader from Komi Can't Communicate?

She's identical to Komi in everything and she's mostly alone and covers up a lot because of her appearance and she had some bad memories of being stalker and harassed and everything and she has her co workers doing the same with some jealousy too, but to the point she likes to work alone and she attracts their attention and now she's dealing with fluffy boys who's saying mate and bothering her and protecting her like that, she won't let them kill anyone but yeah she can not stop the person on the receiving end not to get hurt or anything.

Maybe a small head cannon or something like that please?

Will definitely get to this in a bit, just gimme an hour or so :]

[foxingpeculiar]

Lies of P, based on the demo, gives me basically the same vibes Kingdom Hearts did when it first came out. Like: no one asked for this combination of things, but here it is! And damn if it’s not kinda fun, partially because of how nonsensical it is.

[macverse]

When you suddenly remember you were trying to write a fic for 30 days of Chris Evans

[autisticwho]

sorry for not having posted about the 60th yet, i’ve been crying and making lists of future gifsets

[tpwkwriter]

Heya lovlies a well deserved update!!

Thanks to everyone who has requested and sent in fics ideas they are all amazing and I am/will be working on them <3

Just wanted to let you know and apologies to the fact I am working a little slow atm and I promise to get back in the swing of things but tomorrow is my birthday and I am having a couple of days with friends and seeing family so I promise some fics and requests will be done in this next week 😩

Thank you all so so so much for the patience I love and appreciate it all 🩷

Have an amazing rest of your weekend you lovely lot<3