#and skinny torsos of mine look kinda whack too

[divine-construct]

as promised, fat rosaria :3 two versions bc i wanted to draw hands/smth a bit interesting but i also wanted to show her belly so. yeah. was lazy so i just copied her outfit + color dropped but maybe one day she gets a proper redesign, who knows

also part of the sketch bc i’m pretty proud of it tbh... plus it shows her proportions even better ^-^

[fanficsofmine]

Bad Things - Kai Smut One Shot

A/N: This is based off of the song “Bad Things” by Camilla Cabello and Machine Gun Kelly. Super smutty smut ahead. (Not my gif below!)

“Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like Don’t think that I can explain it What can I say, it’s complicated Don’t matter what you say Don’t matter what you do I only wanna do bad things to you So good that you can’t explain it What can I say, it’s complicated”

I was lost, meandering the pages of my favorite book. Swept up in a fantasy land of angels and chimera. My fingers teased the edges of the pages as I clung to every single word as I read words that, quite frankly, I knew by heart, but could never lose interest in. 

 My phone buzzed and drew my attention away from the pages. The alert flashed across my screen that I had received a text message from Jongin. I huffed a breath out. I knew that this interaction was more than likely about to annoy me more than it would benefit me at all. At least I could consider it entertainment, although I would have considered my book sufficient enough for the night. 

 Receive: Hey you. Send: Hey Jongin. Receive: What are you up to? Send: Just reading. You? Receive: What a fuckin’ nerd. Reading on a Saturday night.  Send: A nerd you’re texting on a Saturday night. What’s the matter? All your FWB busy tonight or something? Receive: I like when you talk feisty to me, baby. Send: Ew. Did you actually need something? Receive: Yeah. Receive: You 😜  Receive: Got any nudes to make my night more fun? 

 I rolled my eyes. There it was; the annoyance I anticipated. 

 Jongin and I had grown up across the street from one another. We had shared one kiss in high school at a party, and had never spoken of it again. He had turned into quite the, I believe the newest term was, “fuckboi” since we graduated, and, as hard as I tried in the past, I was unable to cut him out of my life. Eventually, I quit fighting the part of me that wanted to remain his friend. 

We had become very different people with no more similar interests or friends. Occasionally, however, we would sneak around and actually hang out, for old time’s sake. We would never let our other friends in on the secret. The judgement that we would face if they knew that we interacted with one another would be harsh. As it remained, I did enjoy his company from time to time. 

Send: Are you that drunk? You’re asking me of all people for nudes? Receive: Nah. I can bring some booze over if you want though. My night has actually been kinda lame. I’d like to see you.  Send: Sure. Come over whenever. 

 I laid my phone to rest on the nightstand and stood up. I walked over to my closet and checked the full length mirror that hung from my door. The black tank top that I had been wearing wasn’t too terrible. It flattered my figure well. I did shed my pajama bottoms and slid into a pair of floral shorts. 

I was midway through brushing my hair out from being in a ponytail when I came to an abrupt halt. 

 "Am I out of my mind?! Why am I getting dolled up for Jongin, of all people,“ I asked myself, out loud, and shuttered when I realized what I was doing. I tossed the brush back on the bathroom counter, but managed one more glance over of myself right as the doorbell rang. I shook the nerves that had somehow snuck their way into my veins out, and brought myself back down to reality as I headed to open the front door. 

 As I reached to turn the knob, Jongin was letting himself in. 

 "Excuse you,” I exclaimed and crossed my arms as my, very forceful, house guest allowed himself entry to my home. He smiled his lethal smile and held up my spare key. “Under the front door mat. Really?" 

I yanked the key out of his fingers and scoffed. "Where else do you put a spare key, jackass?” I maneuvered past him and began to put the key back in its rightful home, but hesitated and stuck it back in his hands instead. 

 "Ah, there ya go. You give it to a person that you trust. Not hide it in a place so obvious anybody could break into your house.“ He slid the ring on his key chain and I caught myself lost in my head again. 

 "Wait, what the fuck am I doing? Why am I so out of whack tonight?” I thought to myself as I realized I had just given Jongin unlimited access to my life. It was too late to regress and take the key back now, though, so I grabbed one of the bottles of liquor from him and made my way back to the kitchen. 

 I poured us both tall glasses of strong drinks and hopped up to sit on the kitchen counter as Jongin took a sip. 

 He sucked air through his teeth and, after his face has un-puckered, said, “heavy hand tonight." 

 I laughed and said, "I’ve gotta be drunk to endure your company. Suck it up, princess." 

 He chuckled and raised his glass in the air as though he was cheers-ing me from across the kitchen. He took another large swig. 

 We sat and talked for a little bit. As he was telling me about the happenings at his new job, I couldn’t help but allow my mind, and eyes, to wander. 

 I had never realized how long and toned his legs were. The torn skinny jeans that he was wearing hugged his thighs perfectly. Every now and then, as he made a grand gesture speaking with his hands, his shirt would slightly come up, revealing his abs and V-line. I caught myself licking my lips as my brain played with the thought of licking down that v-line. 

 "Hello?! Are you even listening to me?” I snapped back to the moment as I saw him waving his hands in front of my eyes. 

 "Aish, sorry,“ I blushed when I realized that I was thinking dirty thoughts about Jongin, "uh, zoned out for a moment. Must’ve made this drink too strong." 

 He rolled his eyes and smirked at me. He gently placed his glass down at the opposite end of the counter and sauntered slowly toward me. "What’s got you so distracted tonight?" 

He placed himself directly between my legs and, rather than recoil from his advances like my mind was screaming at me to, I shuddered and slightly leaned into his touch. His large hands traced a light pattern up my arms, raising goosebumps. 

 He flashed me his grin again and leaned forward, placing his lips directly against my ear as he whispered, "if you only knew the bad things I liked."

 I took my bottom lip between my teeth to prevent myself from letting out a moans and hinting at how turned on his words had made me. His fingers ran up my arm again and around my shoulder blade. He took my hair and gently brushed it aside, revealing the crook of my neck and collarbone. 

 "I’ve always wondered how pretty it would look to place hickeys right… here…” he separated the last two words as he, and I, allowed his lips to brush my skin. When I did not stop him, he accepted that as my invitation and began to kiss and suck at my skin. 

 It slightly stung, but in a way that was so good. I couldn’t explain it. 

 This time, however, my body betrayed me. A gasp sprung past my lips and my hands flew up around his neck. A guttural growl left his throats as he pulled me tighter against him. 

I threw my head back and was completely lost in the moment. His hands wrapped around and grabbed at my back, crumpling my shirt in his fists. His mouth was venturing back and forth from my collar bone to my neck. Eventually, he made his way up to my jaw line before crashing our lips together. 

The kiss began passionate. It felt rushed, as though he was afraid that I would realize what was happening and bring it to an abrupt halt. 

 I wouldn’t, though. 

 As he became aware that I was going to continue to allow it, he slowed down. His tongue still invading the space that mine normally occupied, but with a much more methodical pace. His hands moved from my back and cupped my face softly. Our breathing was in sync as we shared this moment that was out of place, yet oddly comfortable. For two people who had managed to drift apart but still maintain a friendship, we kissed as though we had been lovers our entire lives. Our bodies, pressed against each other, felt perfectly aligned. 

 He brought his hands to my hips and nudged me forward, hinting that he wanted me to slide off of the counter. I landed on my feet, breaking our kiss, and he laced his fingers through mine. 

 Jongin turned and began to lead me to my bedroom. Naturally, having hung out through the years, he knew the layout of my home. He had stayed the night once when he showed up at 4 am in a drunken stupor. After a thorough scolding, I had let him pass out in my bed that night as I took the couch. 

 He sat on my bed and pulled me onto his lap. He connected our lips again and raked his fingers through my hair. I let out a sound of approval as he began to tease the fabric of my tank top with his free hand. He lightly tugged at the straps of the shirt and bra, guiding them down my arms. He continued to kiss me deeply as he allowed himself access under my shirt and bra. He cupped my breasts, a moan escaping his lips. 

 "I’ve wanted to get my hands on these for so long now,“ he whispered against my lips. 

With the kiss broken, I leaned back slightly and tugged my shirt from the bottom hem. I pulled it up over my head, and then released the clasp from my bra, freeing my torso completely. I shivered as the cool air hit my skin, and tugged at his shirt, hinting that I wanted his off as well. He whipped his shirt off quickly and then closed the gap that was between us. I felt heat exchanging between our bodies and the sensation was enthralling. 

 He shifted us so that I was laying flat on my back on my bed. My hair sprawled out around me and he straddled his legs on either side of my hips. Jongin hovered over me, staring down at my body, expressions darkened by lust.

 He ran his fingers across my lips, and then ghosted them down until he reached the buttons of my shorts. He made eye contact with me and I nodded my head once to signal him to continue. 

He undid the button and I raised my hips slightly as he pulled the shorts down my legs. He stood up and removed his own jeans, leaving us both in nothing except our underwear. Before he returned to me, however, he stopped and stared at me. 

 I propped myself up on my elbows and asked, "what’s the matter?” I was afraid that he was beginning to regret where we had found ourselves. 

 "You’re just… wow. You’re so beautiful.“ His words echoed through my ears and swam through me. Although I had never felt extremely un-confident, I had never considered myself "beautiful” either. The sensation was unfamiliar. I believed his words. I felt genuinely beautiful for the first time in my life. It may have been the way he said it, or the way that he was looking at me. Whatever it was, I wanted it to continue. 

 I sat up fully and wrapped my hand around the back of his neck. I tugged him lightly toward me again, hinting that I wanted us to keep going. His body on top of mine again, his mouth found its way back to my skin. He was planting wet kisses and nips along my neck and chest. 

Groping at my breasts and grinding his hips into mine. I felt him growing bigger with the more friction between us, so I matched his movements. 

 He alternated each of my nipples into his mouth as he moved slightly down my body. His fingers teased my panty line before he darted his hand underneath the fabric. He chuckled when a wanton noise left my mouth as his fingers grazed my pussy. I assumed that he would figure that I needed more help getting ready for him, but I saw pride fill his features as he felt me, already wet for his cock. 

 "Is this the effect that I have on you, gorgeous? If I had know that, I would have made my move years ago,“ he mused. He was enjoying himself, and, any other time, I would have been embarrassed to admit that it was Jongin making me feel anything but irritation. Tonight, however, I was at his mercy. 

 "Shut the fuck up,” I moaned at him. He laughed and wasted no more time. He stripped us both of our final pieces of clothing. Removing a condom from his jeans pocket on the floor, he pumped his erection a few times before sliding it on and slowly guiding himself into me. 

 I clutched the bed sheets as I let him fill me up. Adjusting to his length, I began to move my hips slightly against him, the desire to feel friction between us consuming me. Jongin matched my movements with his thrusts. Initially, they were slow and sensual. He was embracing every single one as he slid in and out of me. His hands were placed on either side of my head. I shifted my legs to wrap around him, allowing him deeper access into me. 

 "Fuck,“ he groaned out as he hit me deeper. I began to lose control as I felt the orgasm begin to well up in my stomach. My nails clawed down his back. 

The noises leaving our mouths were mingling with the sounds of his hips meeting mine. The fervor between us was filling the room and was nearly palpable. 

 I felt his tempo faltering. He reached between us with one hand and placed his thumb to my clit. The initial touch was enough to send shock waves through my body, and the added stimulus threw me quickly over the edge. 

 I screamed his name out as I clenched around his dick. 

He continued to thrust, and through gritted teeth managed, "shit. You just got so fucking tight.” He quickly followed behind my lead of releasing an orgasm. 

He rested his forehead against mine and we both rode out the few aftershocks together. He smiled down at me and kissed me gently. His fingers brushed a mess of hair out of my eyes, and his deep, brown eyes stared back at me. He studied my face carefully before planting one more kiss on my lips and standing up. 

 The absence of his body was immediately noticed by mine. It was strange, almost as though I was craving his touch again, even though it had been only a few moments without him. 

 After he had cleaned himself up in the bathroom, I followed suit. 

As I washed my hands, I caught my disheveled expression in the mirror, and, for the first time that evening, felt a hint of remorse. 

I smoothed my hair and questioned myself, silently.

 "Had I just allowed myself to become one of Jongin’s friends with benefits?“ 

"How could I have been so stupid? He probably feels nothing more towards me than just wanting a new fuck buddy." 

"What if he’s already gone when I open the door?" 

 Preparing myself for the worst, I turned the knob on the bathroom door to let myself back into my room. I was relieved to see him under my sheets, propping a pillow up behind him, attempting to make himself comfortable. 

"Making yourself at home, I see,” I leaned against the door frame and rolled my eyes. 

 "What? Did you think I was the ‘fuck and leave,��� kind of guy? Should I be offended?“ He put his hand to his chest and acted appalled. 

 I laughed and, suddenly aware of my nakedness, began to rummage through my drawers for something to cover up with. 

 "No, no, no!” Jongin sat up and made grabbing hands toward me. I looked at him as he shook his head. 

 "Let me enjoy your body a little bit more, please!“ He folded his hands together and I laughed. I made my way back to the bed and crawled in next to him. He cuddled himself around me. His hands lightly ran down different parts of my body. I drank up his gentle touches as we enjoyed each other’s presences in silence. 

 Eventually, however, I knew we needed to address the nature of our situation. Although I wanted this moment to last, I did not want to leave things unsettled. 

"Jongin…” I stared. He quickly shushed me with his own words. 

 "I don’t know,“ he looked at me as I turned my head toward him, making eye contact, "I don’t know what this means for us. It’s… I dunno. What can I say? It’s complicated, I guess?" 

 "You have such a comforting way with words,” I scoffed. 

 He kissed my temple and let out a sigh. 

 "Do you really want to throw a label on this right this very second?“ I shook my head. He was right. There was no need to attempt to rush whatever this was between us. I allowed myself to just enjoy it for what it was; a random, crazy, odd event. 

I wrapped my arm around him and snuggled closer. His breath became steadier as he drifted off to sleep. I allowed my eyes to drift across his handsome face one more time before they fluttered shut.

[divine-construct]

as promised, fat rosaria :3 two versions bc i wanted to draw hands/smth a bit interesting but i also wanted to show her belly so. yeah. was lazy so i just copied her outfit + color dropped but maybe one day she gets a proper redesign, who knows

also part of the sketch bc i’m pretty proud of it tbh... plus it shows her proportions even better ^-^