#artist: honey c

[homosociallyyours]

.

[elsplayground]

Goverment Hooker

dbf Joel Miller x f!reader ( Joel is a Security Guard )

Summary: Joel miller, your dad’s best friend is a security guard for celebrities. He takes you to one of his jobs as part of a university homework you need to do, but he let his guard down.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI ! No outbreak, Unprotected p in v, mutual masturbation, explicit smut, a lil dominant Joel, secret relationship, orgasm denial, edging, dirty talk, fingering, semi-public sex, very slight bondage ( hand tied up, can easily be freed if wanted),Age gap, DBF Joel because who doesn't like that tbh, reader is in her 20', No body description except outfit and gender, no outbreak, porn w/plot, fluff, kind of slowburn.

w/c: 6k ( i'm actually proud for a second time )

a/n: Second smut !! i'm so proud of this one it's wayyy longer than the first one i did and like 10 times better (crying). Also theres a fanart on the banner but when i found it on pinterest the artist wasnt tagged :((( so please if you know who it is please feel free to comment !! love you whoever is reading this <3

Thank you for reading <3 notes, comments and reblog are heavily appreciated !!

“I need to do this uh…homework” you chew on your food. Good, delicious, and steamy coming right out of the stove. “I have to go to one of you two’s job and make a report” you stab one of the peas in your plate. “I mean I’d gladly take you but you know how boring my job is, huh? And your mom’s abroad” your dad says, rushing to eat his plate.

Your dad works a night job at an Amazon warehouse, something about packing orders, taking a box, putting wrapping paper and the object inside the box, taping it up, taking another box, putting wrapping paper inside, and bla bla bla… Your mom, she’s an airplane pilot going around the world. She’s barely home but she always make sure to send you some well decorated cards with landscapes on them, or to ship some gifts like magnets, you love magnets, your fridge is full of it by now but you still getting excited every time a small box arrives home. But like your dad said, you can’t possibly go with her. “Maybe you should go with Miller, from across the street, remember him ?” Of course you do, even though your dad and him didn’t meet for a long time like they used to. You kind of miss the nights around the barbecue where they would both laugh their ass off together, but now this barbecue is black and grey with dust of burnt charcoal that hasn’t been cleaned in a while. You haven’t talked to Miller since the last time the three of you met for dinner. The only interaction you’d have with him now would only stop at a little wave from across the street and a “hey how you doing?” every once in a while when leaving the house. “I mean why not…” you think. “What’s his job? We haven’t talked in a long time, wasn’t he in a contracting job or something like that ?” Your plate empty, you get up and pick up your plate along with your dad’s and put them into the dishwasher. “ yeah… think he got some problems with his brother, and they were both fired for some reasons. Now I don’t know what he’s doing but he’s wearing black suits every morning when he leaves so maybe it’s a job interesting enough for you to work on it.” He sighs, like a dad sigh, and gets up from his chair, walking out of the room. “food was good honey” he smile. That same night, your dad left for work while you’re in front of Miller’s door. The lights are on inside, it’s dim and gives a comforting vibe to his house which is quite unexpected for a man as rough and difficult as Mr. Joel Miller. You knock on the hard wood of his door, kind of hesitant because why would you go see your neighbor for a homework based on your parents? You shake your head. Whatever, no one is going to know anyways. The door open in a quick swift with a sudden smell of crackling fire and…roasted potatoes and meat? “Hey Miller,” you greet looking into his eyes, brown and sleepy. “I’m sorry to bother you but I had a question quite important.” He smile and nod “whatcha want kiddo’?”. You forgot his seductive accent, a while back it wouldn’t have the same effects that it has on you right now. You’re still a little hesitant to ask, afraid to bother him this late and during dinner. “I have this homework I’m supposed to do on one of my parent’s job. I have to go with them for like a day and make a report, but my parents are too busy, and dad told me to ask you instead” “Well, I’d gladly help you but uh, it’s quite early in’a mornin” “That’s fine, I can get up early.” You smile at him “Well now that you’re here,” he looks back to his kitchen, then back at you. “I got spare dinner here, wanna eat here so we can talk about this a little and maybe if you want…crash here for the night? The job has flexible hours so if I get a call earlier, I need ya to be ready.” This was kind of unexpected, but you’re surprised, a good surprised. “I’m down but I didn’t take any clothes with me. Honestly, I wasn’t sure you’d agree with this.”

You laugh it off, kind of embarrassed and a bit flustered. “I’ll give you something to sleep in” he smiles.

Spending the night at his house, eating dinner with him. All these emotions, the butterflies in your stomach is all new. You never really thought about it, but hell Mr. Miller is kind of hot. You’ve always dated guys your age. Some were good and some others disappointing, but you never thought of dating someone older and especially not this old or anyone being your dad’s best friend. The forbidden love that is so slowly and so suddenly growing in you. Why now? Why him. You sit down at the end of the table. Joel’s in the kitchen preparing the food. He brings the plates to the table, and he sit at your left, close to you. And you were right, it was potatoes and meat, and it was quite good compared to what you thought Joel was capable of and it’s quite pleasing to be eating this good. After a while talking about your homework, how the day would most likely go and you daydreaming about how hot he is the more you look at him, he offers you to watch a movie before bed. You both sit down and start watching this movie called Curtis and Viper 2, you’d figure it’s his favorite since he can’t stop going “oh look here” or “I love this scene” every once in a while. After what feels like a hour, your eyes are slowly closing and before you realize, your head is on his shoulder. It was slowly falling with time, and by the look on his face he doesn’t seem to be too bothered about you getting so close to him. “Wake up sweetheart” his voice is calm. You lift your head to follow the sound of his voice “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you like that,” you say while standing up. “I think I’m gonna take a shower before bed.” You go upstairs and into the bathroom. It’s quite big and smells like colognes and 3 in 1 shampoo. You always feel weird taking a shower at other people’s house, scared someone might walk in so you cough loudly to let the whole house know someone’s in here. You take a big towel for your body, a small one for your face and hair and hang them both on the dryer to make them warm for when you get out. The water is hot and steamy, droplets hits your face like ashes from a fire and you’re hot but not just from the water. Your core keeps burning for him and it gets worst with time. You can’t stop thinking about him, His face, his body, his shirt showing every detail of his biceps, his veins going down his arm and hands, his calloused fingers from playing guitar touching you, feeling your body. Fuck. Too far. You rinse the soap off your body and step out of the shower. The light is dim and making you even more sleepy than you already are. You put on whatever moisturizer Joel has in his bathroom filled with man products, breaking your skincare for one night won’t affect your skin too much. Suddenly the door open. Maybe you should’ve fucking coughed instead of daydreaming like a teen. Joel stops, his mouth slightly open in an “o” shape.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry sweetheart I should’ve knocked first,” he turns his head around as you quickly grab your towel from the floor and wrap it around you. “ ‘forgot to give you clothes before you got in.” He hands you the clothes, his clothes, considering Sarah has left a long time ago. “It’s okay you can look, I’m covered.” You say shyly. He turns back to you and unconsciously look you up and down without saying a word. You take the stash from his hands. “Thank you, I’ll be out in a minute” you smile. You finish changing in his shirt, a too-big dark brown shirt with his name embroidered on the top right part, must be from his old job as a contractor. You figure you’d be better in your panties rather than the pants he gave you considering the weather and how warm it is in this house. You go back into the living room and start searching for a blanket to sleep in. Luckily one big enough to cover your body but not your feet is folded neatly in a drawer under the TV. “Whatcha doin?” Joel goes down the stairs. “Oh I’m just…getting my bed ready” “There’s no way you’re sleeping here,” he says, in a commanding tone “Sarah’s room is my gym now, so you’ll sleep in my bed.” You let out a muffled laugh “yeah like you’ll sleep on a damn couch with your broken back you old grandpa ?” He looks at you with a crooked smile, a little hurt since you called him a grandpa but your personality makes him smile. “Yeah well what do ya suggest smartass ?” You’re hesitant to even try to suggest it but hell if he doesn’t want you on the couch then you need to try other solutions no matter how embarrassing they can be. “Then let’s both sleep in your bed.” You both end up in his bed. It’s awkward, a lot, but at least it’s comfy. Joel is long fallen asleep while you twist and turn every few minutes trying so hard to sleep but something is keeping you awake, something deep down in your core. Joel turns and end up facing you, still sound asleep. You can’t help but look at him and all his features. His crooked nose, his wrinkles softer than when he’s awake. It makes you realize that he’s almost constantly frowning, giving him a mean gaze that could scare people that don’t know him personally. But here, now, he’s so soft and so different. Oh, and he’s shirtless. It’s distracting but you’re in panties, so it feels a bit more casual. His skin is slightly tanned, just the perfect kind of tanned at this time of the year, and it’s a good tan, a brown one not a tomato kind of tanned. Fuck, you need to sleep. You turn around trying not to think about him and finally sleep, when you suddenly feel something against you. Joel moved closer, and he’s now wrapping his arm around your waist. Your breath stops for a second. It’s probably just a reflex from his body but he’s so warm, a good warm even though it’s hot under the sheets but you don’t want to wake him up. The sensation in your core is growing, like an alien trying to come out of your stomach to eat you out. “Fuck you Miller” you whisper. You hear a phone buzz and it’s waking you up. Joel is still holding you but now he’s closer and you can feel something hard on your lower back. It makes you blush but no matter how hard you try, his arm is holding you tight and you can’t escape. “Joel,” you shake his arm slowly. You hear him grumble. “Your phone is ringing”.

“Shit” he finally wakes up and it takes a few seconds for him to realize the position he’s in, and the way his body reacted to yours. “I’m so sorry, I uh… I have no excuse” he jumps out of the bed and takes his phone. He takes the call and leave the room. You check the clock. 5 a.m., you throw yourself back into the bed. “a C might’ve been better than this” you spit. Joel comes back in the room after a few minutes. “Just got a call, some job for us in a city nearby, you should get dressed” he leaves the room once again.

You put on the same clothes as yesterday, a black tank top with black shorts and some converse. You thought maybe dressing all black just like Joel’s uniform would make you look a bit more professional.

“You look stunning” Joel says, entering the room in a full black costume. It’s neatly ironed, not a single wrinkle in sight.

“Looking good too, Miller,” you walk towards him and tighten his tie a bit more.

He smiles “thanks angel”. Dammit, can’t he stop with the pet names, he’s going to make you blush.

“So, where are we going?” you tie your shoe laces in a tight ribbon

“I told ya’, a city a few minutes away from here. We’re taking my truck.”

You already took a trip in Joel’s truck when you were younger, but it was different, your dad was here to do the conversation and make things less embarrassing but now it’s a whole different situation. You still don’t know what to do with your feelings, should you tell him on the road? during the job? you can’t think straight with the small time of sleep you had.

You both hop into his truck; the weather is still quite hot for an early morning.

“How much time till we get there?” you buckle up and look at your phone.

“We got 20 minutes, you can put on some music if you want”

You connect your phone and put on some Arctic Monkeys on. You’re still debating if you should try to make a move on Joel because honestly, you’re starting to miss getting laid, and trying it out with an older guy would be fun.

But the fact that Miller is your dad’s friend makes it weird. Would he get along with it? Or would he just stop you the moment you put your lips on his?

Giving it a try won’t hurt considering you barely see him anyways so avoiding him won’t be too hard. Just no waving and no “Hi Mr. Miller” from across the street.

After like 5 minutes, Joel finally talks.

“Are you seeing anyone? Some guy from your school?” He lowers the volume of your music.

“No, why?” Here. Make a move. “Would you be jealous if I was?” you open the drawer in front of you and search for some candy, every sane people has some sweets in their car. You find a lollipop and unwrap it.

“ ‘twas just a question” he says as you put the lollipop in your mouth and lay your feet on the dashboard. He side eyes you and sigh.

“Well, no, no one’s interesting enough, I guess. Everyone is so focused on school; I haven’t seen a single person kiss another in the corridors or in some empty classes.”

You lick at your lollipop as you make eye contact with him. “Guess I should try older.” You smirk.

You see him adjust in his seat and taking a deep breath. He turns the volume back on to the song.

“How many secrets can you keep ?

‘Cause there’s this tune I found

That makes me think of you

somehow”

This song couldn’t be even more on point than now.

“What about you,” you ask, “You seeing anyone?”

“Not really, not really searchin’ for sum’ serious right now” he leans on the edge of his window, putting his hand into a fist to cover his mouth, he fidgets.

“So like… you just want sex?”

He chokes on his own saliva and coughs “What the fuck are you on about? Jesus “he spits “I mean, maybe, but I’m not actively searching or anythin’” 

“You got any age preference?” You take a chance.

“Uh…No, not really” You turn to him, making your belt a bit longer so you can get comfortable.

“Would you fuck me?” You lick on your lollipop; it has become a small pink ball now with all the sucking and licking.

“Jesus girl, you’re my best friend’s daughter” he doesn’t even seem angry or annoyed at the question somehow.

“You didn’t say no though” you smile.

“Doesn’t mean I agree.”

“Okay but, imagine if I wasn’t, would you?” he keeps looking at your lips while you talk.

“You gotta learn how to walk before learning how to run, sweetheart”

“What if I wanna run though?” You say as his grip tightens on the wheel, his knuckles turning white.

You both arrive at a hotel Joel’s company booked before you two arrived. It’s a nice place, a 5 stars hotel. He must stay at the same hotel as the person he has to protect, obviously.

“They booked us…well, me, a single bedroom since it wasn’t really planned for you to come, so we’ll have to share a bed” Joel say

“Again” you smirk. He’s probably already annoyed by you, but he still hasn’t complain, you just assume.

“Come” her orders you, you follow him to the room.

It’s quite big, it has a double bed with dark burgundy sheets and pillows, a big shower along the right side of the room that is basically the size of a whole bathroom, there’s two showerheads and the walls are transparent, so yes, a few meters long shower. What for? No idea.

The toilets are on the other side of the room along with a double sink and a huge light up mirror and fancy soaps you will definitely steal. There’s windows and a balcony in the between with a fancy view on the city.

“We’re gonna have to sleep here tonight if that’s okay with ya’, we might come back home late, and the room is free so we should enjoy instead of going home.”

two nights in a row in the same bed as Joel wasn’t something you’ve planned but you’re not mad about it, to be honest. As long as your assignment is complete…hopefully.

“We got an hour before we have to leave,” he put his bag to the side of the bed. “You can sleep a bit if you want, try to take back the hours of sleep you lost.”

Wait? is he aware that you were awake? Did he grab you on purpose? There’s no way.

“I’m not really tired anymore,” you sit on the bed in front of Joel as he unbuttons his suit jacket. You look up at him and bite your lips. You’re praying inside that he doesn’t reject you, that he follows your movements.

“Well, ion’ know what else you could do besides wait here like a behaved girl” Fuck, was this intentional? If not, it still turned you on.

You have no idea what to do right now, unbuckle his belt, suck him off? Or tease him?

Tease him.

You stand up and start walking towards the huge transparent walls shower, taking off your clothes on the way. Once arrived in the shower, you stand under the showerhead, open the water hose, and turn around searching for Joel.

He’s looking at you with black eyes, devouring you with his hands on his hips.

“Fuck” he spits.

He hurries to unbutton his shirt and take his fancy well ironed pants off along with his boxer.

Oh.My.God.

Your heart has never raced this fast in your life. He’s so big and he’s not even hard yet, you wonder how you never notice it before.

He gets into the shower and stand right in front of you under the shower, the water dripping down his hair and the tip of his nose.

“I don’t know what the fuck ya’ want from me, but you’re tempting me you fucking tease” His word travel down your spine and reaches your core.

His hands slide down your side, reaching your panty line.

“You have an hour to choose if you want to have fun or if you wanna go get a snack and get ready to write your lil’ presentation about me” his face gets closer to yours as your back arches.

“What if I want you to be my snack?” You say, slightly touching the tip of his cock growing bigger the more he looks at you.

He takes your wrists and pin them above your head and hold them up with one of his hands as the other grip one of your breasts. His fingertips are slightly twisting your nipple as he brings his lips to yours, indulging in a dirty, filthy kiss being washed away by the water running down.

Your hand grabs his shaft, stroking it slowly. “You’re so dam’ teasing’, if your father finds out I’m making out with his daughter, I’m a dead man” he growls as your hand twist slightly when reaching the tip of his cock

“We can keep it secret.” You smirk

“You wanna be my dirty little secret, huh?”

You hear a phone ringing on the bed, but Joel turns your head back to him. “Leave it, they’ll call back.”

After a session of teasing and kissing in the too-big shower, the both of you come out of it all wet and steamy. Joel picks up a towel and wrap it around you. He takes another one, smaller, and dries your hair with it. He is so gentle even though you’ve been closed to him for a few hours only, the day before he would only see you as the daughter of your best friend that lives across the street, nothing more.

Joel walks to the bed and pick up his phone, his towel around his hips.

“Fuck!” He screams. “Boss called, the woman I was supposed to work for left earlier, we should’ve been gone by now” He put his clothes back on, muttering shit shit shit while doing so.

A black car with tinted windows comes out of the underground garage of the hotel and stops right in front of you.

“You’re in fucking trouble Miller” The driver guy said. He is big, his black vest almost merging into one with his muscles.

Joel opens the door for you and almost pushes you in.

“We’re ten minutes away from her, you better get yourself ready M” he says, hitting the gas.

 You feel something on your thigh, crawling all the way from your knee to the base of your leg, Joel’s warm hands are touching you, slowly going towards your inner thigh.

“What are you doing?” you whisper. He gets closer to your ear while his hand finally touches your clit through your panties.

“You got me in trouble, made me lose my mind just so I could touch you,” He pulls your panties to the side and slide two fingers through your slit, wetting them just before entering your core with thick digits.

You struggle to keep your pleasure to yourself as a few squeals comes out of your mouth. The car is going fast, the sound of the engine covering whatever filthy sounds you make.

His other hand is reaching for the neckline of your top, his finger slightly pulls on it to have a quick peek of your breasts. You keep panting, his finger crooked into you, reaching that soft spongy spot that makes you shiver if it’s played with a little too much.

“ ‘Atta girl” he say, your heart pounding harder, getting closer to your climax and then…

He stops. Fuck

Your walls are clenching around nothing, it’s demanding for more, something bigger. It’s only waiting for him, but how much longer can you hold it?

The car pulls up to a fancy restaurant with a forest green and gold storefront. You see a few paparazzi outside taking pictures from afar, probably of the girl inside.

The driver gets out of the car and pull out his phone, calling to get orders.

“Take them off” Joel says looking at you, then your hips

“What…My panties?” you frown.

“Yeah” He smirk, and he’s so damn hot when he does.

You take your shorts off along with your panties. They’re black with some floral lace at the top, hot but still comfortable and covering.

Joel takes it in his hands and makes a small ball of fabric out of it and put it in the back pocket of his jeans. “Mine” he whispers, kissing you one last time before getting out of the car, holding out his hand for you to follow him.

“We have to secure the perimeter and make sure none of this fuckers get in” the big guy say as you take out your notebook and a pen from your backpack and start taking notes: how things start, Joel’s role, his coworkers, and other thing you couldn’t care less about because right now your mind is focused on Joel and not his work, more like the stuff in his pants.

You follow Joel inside the restaurant as he gives his name to the front desk. He sits you at a table near the outside window.

 “Sit here so I can keep an eye on ya’ from outside, take your notes here…look at me and scribble whatever you needa scribble,” he gently caresses your hair as you look up to him “Order anything ya’ want, it’s on me sweetheart” he kisses your forehead and rushes outside, seating at an outside table as a server brings him a cup of coffee. He looks so damn professional for a man who has finger fucking you just a few minutes ago while on your side, you can’t stop thinking about him, your inner thigh still dripping wet.

You order the breakfast menu with some fancy beacon and eggs with toast that cost way too much for little to no change compared to the ones you make at home.

The lady Miller and his big friend are supposed to watch is not far away from you, she’s really pretty, you actually don’t know who she is but considering her style she might be a model, or an actor…or a singer?

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, you see a number pulling up with a text.

Unknown Number: Still wet baby ?

You: Joel ??? howd u get my number?????

You save his number into your contacts.

Joel: Your dad just gave it to me, in case

You put your phone back on the table and keep writing stuff on your notebook, adding more details to the things you’ve already summed up earlier.

Your phone buzzes again.

Joel:  what you writing ?

You:  Shouldn’t u be watching that girl instead of me ?

Joel: yeah but I’d rather focus on you and ur bare pussy

You: omg shut up and do your work so I can have an A+

After a full day of running around town following that lady no matter where she’d go; Louis Vuitton, Prada, a random grocery store for some Redbull. All this while Joel and the big guy were watching her along with a few paparazzi they had to push away. You? You were standing behind Joel the whole time, trying not to be a menace to his job like this morning. All this time of walking around in no panties with only your shorts for cover, you finally go back to your hotel room, exhausted.

“Fuck it I’m so damn tired” You pant after walking up to your room.

Joel comes from behind, throwing your bag away and grabs you from behind, nestling his nose in your neck.

“You too exhausted to get taken care of angel?” you feel his lips curving into a smile against your skin. “Maybe I have a little energy to play a bit” you smile too.

He spins you around and crashes his lips onto yours, taking your breath away in a second. He starts undoing your shorts, freeing your cunt for good. He immediately slides his hand down to feel the wetness between your legs.

“You’re so damn wet, is it all because a’me baby?” he says, close to your ear.

“You made me wait all day long,” you say, “don’t act so surprised.”

“Stop being such a brat, honey, I’m gonna take good care of you, like no one did before.”

 And you know he doesn’t lie, just this morning in the shower and in the car, he treated you way better than any man did before, not that Miller is so damn special but the boys you were with were mostly unexperienced or scared, now at least he knows where your clit and your G spot is.

You’d never thought you’d do this with a person way older than you but now that you think about it, it should’ve been on your bucket list for a while.

He starts kissing you, again and again, not letting a single air particle get through your mouth as he pushes you until the back of your knees touches the table behind you. He grabs your waist, lift you up and sits you on it.

He quickly parts your legs to make space for him as you start to unbutton his plain white shirt.

“You’re so damn hot in that costume Mr. Miller,” you say as he growls for an answer “too bad we need to take it off.”

His bulge is growing bigger with time, his tip pushing onto the zipper. You’re still amazed by how big it is, even though it hurts sometimes it can be exciting.

He finally unzips his pants and take his boxer away while you take your shirt off in a hurry. His cock is throbbing, touching in between your legs almost like its attracted to you like a magnet.

The horniness is high today, the both of you couldn’t stop looking at each other. Him scanning your body up and down when you walk, devouring you with his eyes.

“I hope you touch yourself thinkin’ ‘bout me after that” and he’s right, you might. Touching yourself surely isn’t as good as Joel touching you, or even fucking with him which you’re going to find out, but maybe thinking of him would make it better.

Excitement is pooling in your core, and it’s about to overflow. Your body is heating up as Joel rub himself against your folds, spreading your fluids all over his shaft. Your hips can’t stop moving back and forth almost begging for him to finally get in, to fill you, possess you.

“Please, Joel, please just fuck me already” you keep begging for him.

A slight laugh comes out of his mouth as he finally pushes in and fuck, he’s so big, bigger than you thought it would be inside of you but it’s just perfect. He stretches you just right, almost like he belonged to you, and you belonged to him like a key belongs to one single door.

He starts pushing in, slowly, but your body decided otherwise and started pushing in even more.

“Hey honey, relax,” he takes back the inches you took from him “I wanna go slow, don’t wanna hurt my girl” The stretch did hurt a little bit but it’s like your pussy needs more.

His hips are going back and forth slowly but it still makes you moan, his thick shaft stimulating your inside just right.

“Just like that, baby.” He wet his lips. Your hand goes down and rubs your clit, following his pace.

“That’s it girl, keep touching yourself like that,” he rasps. His head falls back as he feels you tighten around him. “I love seeing you touch yourself like that baby”.

His hips start to trust faster and deeper, rubbing on your g-spot making you shiver after a few times with your hand stimulating you.

Your nails keep digging into his back, and it hurts him. You know because he keeps frowning. “Fuck baby your nails are sharp as fuck” Getting long black Stiletto nails was a bad idea.

He crashes his lips onto yours as he suddenly lifts you up in his arms, his cock still in you.

“Imma make you pay for those marks” He says as he look in the mirror behind him giving a full view on the mark you imprinted on him.

He throws you onto the bed, making your walls suddenly clench around nothing. You see him grab his tie he left on the bed earlier and brings it around your wrists.

“Oh -- so your form of punishment is to tie me up, huh?” you smile.

“Uh huh” he nods.

He makes a tight knot; you know for sure it’s going to leave marks on your wrists…that’s his way of making you pay for his.

He throws your arms over your head, one of his hands holding you down. Your unable to move, unable to feel his body with your hands, this is the worst punishment you could think of for your first time knowing you probably won’t see each other for a while once you go back home, unless you hide, all this until maybe this goes further and one day you reveal to your dad that you’re fucking his best friend for a while. Damn it, you shouldn’t be thinking about this, right now you should focus on Miller and enjoy the night while it last.

He keeps fucking you deep and rough, your hand still tied up firmly. He pounds into you, changing his pace from time to time until you’re on the edge of cumming, finally.

“Joel please, I’m so close” your brows furrow, your head is spinning with excitement, and it get worse the closer to your climax you get.

“Cum for me baby, I’ll cum after you do” Looks like he put women first, he’s a gentleman.

After more moans, and more trusting, you finally come, your juices spreading all over him.

“Atta’ girl, good job” he praises you, and fuck he’s doing it well. He finally comes too, emptying out on your belly.

“Fuck Joel, I love you”

You didn’t mean to say that – but maybe you do, kind of. Good thing he doesn’t seem to have noticed as he kisses your forehead, gets up and walk to the opened shower. He comes back holding a small towel that he submerged in warm water. “There, baby” he says while cleaning your tummy.

After a whole night fucking with Joel multiple times and discovering more things about your body, and new positions, you finally go back home. Your essay is done and hopefully going through all this will get you an A+.

You’re on your couch with your dad, talking about how your day went while watching TV, obviously skipping the whole fucking your best friend part, when the broadcast is showing pictures of the woman Joel had to cover yesterday.

“Oh, look that’s her !” You say, excited. “That’s the woman we were with yesterday, didn’t talk to her, she seemed nice even though she’s a celebrity and they’re often viewed as self-centered and unaware but she-“

Your dad pauses the TV and looks at you with wide eyes, cutting you off. You look at the image on the wide flat screen and see you and Joel kissing in 4K HD right in front of your dad, furious. Your heart skips a beat, or multiple.

“You got some explaining to do, young girl.”

<3 Hr43s

[amourane]

fatal attraction

pairing: con artist!draco malfoy x police officer!reader

genre: smut

w/c: 2.5k

summary: draco malfoy was a cunning man and a wanted criminal but you couldn't deny the growing sexual tension between the two of you.

warnings: explicit sexual content, degradation, praise, fingering, unprotected sex

a/n: bringing back one of the old ones, new and improved <3

This was definitely not how you expected your first week as a police officer to go. 

You found yourself face to face with a man who seemed to embody trouble itself, his shockingly bleached hair standing out against the backdrop of a dimly lit room. A smirk played on his lips, he idly twirled a mugshot board between his fingers, exuding an air of confidence that made your pulse quicken. His sleeves rolled up, revealing bulging muscles that seemed to ripple with every movement. When he glanced up, you quickly diverted your gaze, blood rushing to your cheeks. 

It was obvious the criminal was handsome, with a symmetrical face and a perfectly chiselled jawline. Steely grey eyes that had a hint of amusement as though he was internally mocking those around him. 

He was Draco Malfoy, a con artist wanted in numerous countries, and you had somehow managed to catch him. It wasn’t intended, you had just bumped into him and his hood had fallen off at the precise moment, giving you the perfect view of his face. A face you could never forget from all the wanted posters stuck to the walls near your tiny desk.

There was no protesting when you locked him in handcuffs, he didn’t fight when they dragged him away, nor did he complain as they treated him like a stray dog. He merely had the same cocky grin plastered on his face, one that didn’t calm your nerves. 

“So.” He purred, eyes fixing on you and suddenly you felt like a small rabbit from his predatory gaze. “I haven’t seen you around before, love. I would’ve remembered such a pretty face.” His voice was as smooth as honey and you felt as if your body was on fire by the sweet words pouring out of his mouth. 

“I’d advise you to shut up, Malfoy.” Your partner, Ron Weasley, growled as his eyes threw daggers at the criminal. 

Draco smiled. “Or what, officer? You’re not allowed to harm me.”

He was right, officers weren’t allowed to display violent behaviour towards criminals, even if they were guilty of the most heinous crimes. He fixed his eye back onto you, his tongue peeking out to swipe over his bottom lip. You felt yourself grow hot under your uniform and you shuffled nervously. 

The quick snaps flashed before your eyes and each time Ron had to tell Draco to place his board properly and not to pose like a model. There was nothing wrong with him doing what he was doing but the long, seductive gaze he shot at you didn’t make your heart stop fluttering. 

And you knew, deep down, that this man was a criminal, someone who’s broken the law on multiple accounts. He had cheated, lied and manipulated his way to the top and yet you couldn’t help yourself to feel aroused whenever he looked in your direction.

As Ron dragged him away to his cell, brushing past you, he gave you a sly wink and it didn't soothe your beating heart. It was only when you got home that you realised he had slipped something in your pocket, a note in his beautiful cursive handwriting.

cell number 80, come by when you have time.

It was something so simple and yet it had tingles shooting up your spine. 

That night your mind was plagued with the smirks of Draco Malfoy and the dirty things he would whisper in your ear, holding you close. His deep voice as it moaned your name repeatedly, praising you for what you were doing. You woke up in the middle of your sinful dream, panting for air and you reached for the water on your bedside. 

You didn’t know how you were going to survive.

//

Draco threw a rock in the air, catching it as it fell back into his hand. He could hear the faint dripping of a leaky pipe as water landed on the cold floor. The cell they had thrown him in was grimy, an unknown black substance on one of the walls. 

It made him sick. 

The little burner phone he held in his hands, something he’d managed to sneak in, was flashing with texts.

TN: pls don’t tell me you got caught just to see the new police officer.

TN: malfoy, istg if you did i will skin you alive.

TN: seriously??? draco, she’s a cop, we can’t have that.

Theo’s texts had come through once he had switched the burner phone on and he read through all of them. Sighing, he hastily texted back.

DM: piss off i need some fun.

The reply was immediate and Draco glared at the screen, switching it off. There was no point arguing with Theo, he didn’t have the time nor energy. He grinned at the thought of you, your flushed cheeks and jittery eyes. He had seen the way you were looking at him. 

You would come sooner or later. 

//

This was so wrong. This was so wrong. This was so wrong. 

That phrase repeated in your mind, echoing through your body but your feet didn’t stop as they climbed the stairs, moving to cell number 80. It was 2 am in the morning and you were on night duty with Ron but you had offered to do the rounds instead, to which he had agreed. 

Now, your feet were walking towards Draco’s cell and the nervous jitters kicked in. It was as if you were back at your first day of school, your mum patting your back as she ushered you through the gates. This time you had no one to comfort you. Your shoes made soft padding noises across the silent hallway and you hoped none of the criminals would wake up. 

As you passed, you saw the various people in cells, some scrawny and tall, some buff and muscly. Each cell was identical and had just enough room for a single bed and movement allowance. You were taking a deep breath once you passed cell number 79 and when 80 came into view you didn't realise you were holding your breath until you found your lungs burning for air. 

Draco was lying on his bed, arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. Even though he was in the prison uniform he still managed to look stunning in the ridiculous orange. He wore a plain white shirt underneath and the jumpsuit was tied at his waist. 

You cleared your throat, stepping closer. He lifted his head and his eyes flickered with amusement when he saw you. 

“Well, well, well.” He whispered, getting up and dragging his feet to you. “Look who came.”

“What do you want?” You asked, feeling intimidated by his tall stature even though you’re the one who’s meant to be in power. 

Draco smirked, the same one that has butterflies erupting in your stomach. 

“I want...you.”

The last word was said with a deep, sultry tone that had your thighs rubbing together and your panties beginning to stick. 

It’ll be alright. It’ll be fine.

That was what you told yourself as you unlocked his cell doors, fingers fumbling with the keys. You didn’t know what was wrong with you as you crashed your lips onto his. Your senses overloaded and everything disappeared. Draco’s lips were soft and pillowy, and you tasted the faint green apple gum he must have been chewing.

As he pushed your back against a wall, he hastily unbuttoned your shirt, hands fondling with your breasts. The black, lacy bralette made his mind go in circles as he growled. His hands massaged the soft flesh and you moaned at his touch. The warmth spreaded throughout your body, hitting your core. You panted and squirmed.

Draco’s lips were still attached to yours and when he pressed his body against yours, you felt his cock between the jumpsuit. Your fingers scrambled to grasp at the white material, tugging it off eagerly. 

Everything about him had you seeing the stars. 

“Knew you wanted me.” He muttered into your mouth. “Saw the way you were looking at me, Officer L/n.” 

“Y/n, call me Y/n.” 

Draco grinned wickedly. “Alright Y/n.” 

His lips left yours, finding a new home on your nipple. He sucked, swirling his rough tongue over your sensitive nub. The feeling had your body wriggling around and he pinned you to the wall, keeping you from moving. He gave each breast the same treatment, the same seductive licks and nips that his tongue delivered. 

“D-Draco…” You let out. “A-Ahh, fuck!” 

His palm came up to cover your mouth. “Can’t make too much noise, love.” His fingers trailed down to your things, ripping the clothing off of your body and he groaned at the sight of your wet panties. “All for me.”

Slowly, he slipped his hand into your panties, playing with your clit. He dipped a single finger in easily, teasing your needy cunt. You whimpered practically begging him for more. Your pussy fluttered around his finger and you desperately tried to grind down on his palm for some sort of friction but he gave you none.

“Such a needy whore.” Draco smirked, breath fanning over your face and you moaned at his words. “So wet f’me, just hear her speak.”

Another finger slipped inside and you gasped and clung onto Draco’s shoulders for support. The lewd sounds of your wet pussy filled the cell and you couldn’t help but flush with embarrassment. The criminal continued to curl and thrust his fingers, relishing in the sounds he was able to elicit. The pace he set was incredibly fast and your body failed to catch up. A strangled moan left your throat as you tried to stifle your vulgar noises. 

Draco pumped his digits in and out of you, the wet sounds reverberating around the walls. He scissored you open, bending down to look at the way your pussy was dripping. The growl he let out made your knees buckle. Every single thing about you had Draco begging for more. His fingers were drenched with your juices as he continued to thrust messily. 

“Fuck this. I can’t wait.”

He stripped his clothes and your pussy clenched at the sight of his cock. The flushed, red tip, leaking with precum. A whimper bubbled to your mouth and your mouth watered. You desperately wanted to suck him off but your thoughts were interrupted as he thrusted into you. 

The sensation of his cock filling you up had you reeling and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Pain filled your body at the stretch to accommodate his size. Draco moaned, resting his forehead against yours, not hesitating to deliver harsh thrusts into you. 

“Draco.” You whined. “Fuck, feels so good.” You said drowsily, high on the feeling of his cock. 

“Yeah.” He panted, gripping your hips as he pounded into you. He watched as he disappeared into your wet heat. “You like this, love? Like me wrecking this slutty cunt?”

You struggled to find words and when you did it came out in a soft stutter. “I-I do…”

“Course you do fucking whore. That’s all you are isn’t it? A nasty hole to use, fuck I’m going to fill you up. You’d like that, my cum all stuffed inside this pretty pussy.”

You mewled incoherently, babbling at the pleasure you were receiving. It’s a feeling you never wanted to forget and as his huge cock plunged in and out of you, a silent scream ripped through your body. Only one thought was on your mind and it was Draco Malfoy, wanted criminal, fucking you in a dirty cell. 

His hair fell into his eyes and you reached your fingers up to brush it away. Draco looked up, eyes filled with lust. When he met your eyes he couldn’t help but crash his lips onto yours. You let him swallow every one of your moans and lewd noises. 

The harsh, hard pounds he delivered made you whimper his name over and over again. Draco  loved it, he found the thing he loved hearing the most. Your voice. He urged it out of you, thrusting into you deeper, hitting that sweet spot that had you screaming in ecstasy. Your body leaned into his touch every time. 

“D-Draco gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum.” You gasped, nails dragging down his back. “So so so good, don’t s-stop gonna cum, need it so bad.”

Draco grinned as his grip on you tightened and you cried out in pleasure. “Such a pretty voice. Don’t you just love to beg and scream. I’m gonna fill this filthy cunt with my cum, does that sound good love?” 

You were too blissed out to properly respond with words and all you could manage was a weak nod. His smirk traced over your bare skin and you could feel his hot breath as it enveloped you. He never once stopped telling you how he was going to ruin you, make you full of him that you wouldn’t be able to forget him inside you for weeks. 

The thought was enough to send you over the edge. Your body convulsed at the overwhelming feeling. Every one of your limbs felt as if it’s being tuned to the perfect melody. You gasped and moaned Draco's name, closing your eyes as you threw your head back. The harsh thrusting didn’t stop and he snapped his hips to yours faster than ever.

“Oh fuck.” He cursed, groaning at the sound of his body meeting yours. “You’re so good, such a good girl.” The low hum had your body shivering with delight. 

It wasn’t long before he was coming as well, eyes squeezed shut, cursing, as he continued his shallow thrusts. Hot cum shot into your pussy and you felt a warmth spread within you. It dripped out of you. He panted, sweat glistening off his forehead and you held onto his body so you didn't collapse. 

“You really are something else, love.” Draco chuckled, pressing his lips against yours. His eyes transfixed at your leaking cunt. “Fuck, look at you.” 

You closed your thighs, embarrassed at the sight. All of your thoughts were coming back to you and they weighed you down once more. He noticed your worry and he cupped your face, cooing. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

//

You didn’t remember how you got home, nor do you remember the rest of the conversation with Draco. Everything was a blur and when you woke up in your bed the next morning, all you had left was the lewd memories of his cock pounding into you. The loud, obnoxious ringing of your phone startled you out of your dreamy haze. You picked it up, rubbing your eyes at the bright morning light.

“Y/n.” Ron’s urgent voice crackled through your phone and you immediately sat up straighter. “Y/n, something really really bad has happened. I don’t even know how and of course I don’t blame you. It's just...Malfoy’s escaped.”

Half of Ron’s rant was cut off when you notice a piece of paper at your bedside followed by an unfamiliar gun holster. It had the familiar cursive handwriting, followed by a series of digits. You gasped, eyes filling with shock.

“I-I’ll call you back Ron.” You hung up immediately, diving for the note.

Call me. xxx-xxx-xxx

[tippenfunkaport]

That viral post that's going around about how people who write "book quality" mlm fic are too "normal" to publish and have real jobs so only "weird" people publish their "shitty" fanfic is so completely out of touch with reality and I am giving a massive side eye to everyone reblogging it.

Not only is it completely, easily verifiably untrue (you cannot enter any professional writing space without tripping over a dozen grizzled scifi writers who got their start by filing off the serial numbers and publishing their Star Trek fanfic even going back decades ago??? it's a whole thing?? plus how can you look at the mlm category on Amazon right now and say with a straight face that people aren't publishing shitty Spirk and Stucky fanfic??? Oh, honey...) it's also the perfect example of this kind of sneering elitism that true artists would never sully themselves by seeking profit, they do it only for the purity of the thing that always somehow leads back to, "no one should be paid to make art, actually."

The only reason you're seeing more published fanfic right now has nothing to do with the idealistic purity of your hypothetical government employee written smut of the past vs the debased scribbles of those awful straights of today and everything to do with the fact that a) self-publishing has created a voracious readership that wants a ton of content so it's become a viable, flexible income stream for many, especially disabled people b) anyone can publish now with self-publishing tools so there are less gatekeepers and c) lockdown got a lot of people into fandom and therefore writing who never tried it before.

And if you really think there's no "shitty" published mlm and no "book-quality" m/f writing out there that started as fanfic, then you are clearly not a reader so why are you even talking about this?

[villainsimpqueen]

Echoes of Paradise Lost

Part 2/chapter 2?

Adam x Reader x Eve

This sets place in the Garden of Eden. They speak in old english.

Reader is Intersex and goes by they/them.

(All my fics are 18+)

(Art found on Pinterest all rights goes to the original artist)

Chapter 2/Part 2

The voices had not returned, taken care of by your husband, just like Adam had promised you in your need.

But it seems that the snakes had brought more problems than their tormenting voices, as your dearest Wife and Husband had started up their bickering.

Seeing you so terrified and needing protection and comfort when you had fled from the forest and into their arms had caused a new feeling to capture both Eve and Adam's hearts.

Possessiveness

The need to make you feel safe and comforted.

To keep you for themselves.

Adam had suddenly wanted you to join him on all of his hunts, wanting you to be near him so that he could protect you from ever being targeted by them again.

The memory of how tightly you held his arms around you as you clung to him for his protection had not left his mind. He had not yet experienced the elation he felt when you wanted to be held in his arms, faithfully knowing that he would provide you safety even though he had not been very close to you.

He wanted to feel that again, He wanted you to always know that he would keep you and Eve safe and that you could always count on him to do so. Adam also wanted to show you how to defend yourself with a spear. While he was very confident he could be a good Husband and keep you safe, there was, however, a very slight sense of doubt.

He knew that They could be alluring and he didnt want to leave you so defenseless if they try to attack you like they had again.

You were His spouse and he would be damned if the snakes lead you to be banished like they had been.

He would keep you safe from ever suffering such a fate. Keeping you and Eve safe was now all that mattered to him, especially from them.

"Follow me quietly, keep thy spear close and ready to strike, and thou shalt not go hungry.” He instructed you turning his head to meet your eyes with his own.

He watched you nod your head obediently as you mimicked his movements.

It caused him to swallow thickly as his eyes moved over your body, a fur wrapped around your shoulders it was long falling just below your hips, a gift Eve your shared wife had made after you refused to leave their home for days after the snakes attacking you.

While the fur moved and opened here and there due to your movements briefly revealing yourself underneath it kept you fairly hidden. As if you truly believed that you were tainted by the Snakes eyes.

It brought an anger in his chest as he turned his head to lead you through the bush.

He believed with his whole being that you were truly pure, that even they could never taint you.

You had sought out for him, for Eve.

Your Husband, Your wife.

Not the snakes.

Them, Him.

How could you not be anything else but Pure? You should never feel the need to hide yourself and Adam swore that he will make you feel so utterly safe again that you will return Eve's gift back to the bedding of furs of your shared home.

The hunt had been successful. You lead the way back to the Cave you three shared excitement in your tone as you moved infront of your husband who carried the buck you striked down over his shoulders.

"Saw you my feat? I've achieved it! I can now provide for thee, my beloved husband!” Your delightfully soft voice proudly fell on his ears as you turnwd your head back to stare up at him with those pretty e/c eyes you beheld.

His lips twitched as a smirk grew on his face.

"Thou mayst aid in providing for me, my beloved spouse.” He softly chuckled watching how your face seemed to light up as you both went off the trail of the forrest and back into the familiar clearances of the home you all shared.

Eve who was busy mending clay bowls looked up over the fire, her honey eyes falling on adam and the dead deer before falling on your bouncing form The smiles on her beloves faces brought one of her own as she moved up from her task and moved over. Her honey eyes watching how the smile of your lips reached to your eyes as you looked at your shared husband. She felt a twisting feeling as she too wanted you to look at her with such affection.

"My husband, my spouse, both have returned unto me. Husband, I pray thee, rest ere thou cleanse the abundance thou hast caught. Spouse, might I trouble thee for aid in gathering thy favorite vegetables and berries?” Her soft doved voice graced you and your husbands ears.

You turned to Eve the smile on your face still bright as you moved joining hands with her own, causing tingles to flutter in her heart.

"My dearest wife, I shall gladly aid thee. Thou shalt never trouble me with thy requests for assistance.” You told her so gently, filling her heart with warmth as your gaze soften on her ever so assuring her.

"Our spouse was meant to assist in cleaning the buck. Art thou unable to gather alone?" Adams gruffed voice spoke, causing Eve to look from your sweet gaze and into the intense one of your shared Husbands.

She pursed her lips as she stared at him.

"I believed thou hadst said none should depart our home without the other, my dearest husband. If indeed thou requirest our beloved spouse's help in cleaning the buck, wilt thou be aiding in gathering in their stead?” She spoke back towards Adam, There was a bite in her tone that you weremt the only one to catch as you glanced from your sweet wife to your husband, Watching how Adams eyes furrowed.

You could feel tension start to build and you moved between the both of them, towards Adam placing a hand against his bare chest making his instense eyes flicker from eve and down to you.

"We shall be swift, my dearest husband, and upon my return, I shall assist thee in cleaning the buck whilst Eve attends to washing the vegetables and berries.” You spoke softly to appease your husband and you turned to your head to look at Eve meeting her honey eyes.

"Once all is cleaned, I shall aid our dearest wife in cooking, and then may we sit together and enjoy a blessed meal beneath the starry heavens?” You continued on before looking back up into Adam's scorching sunlight eyes.

Hoping that this compromise will appease both your beloveds and prevent another bout of bicking between them.

You could feel the breathe that Adam inhaled through his chest as his gaze softened on you, a short nod was what he gave you before moving one of the spears he carried along woth the buck towards you.

"Fear not to wield thy blade if necessary to defend thyself and our wife.” He told you causing you to smile nroghtly at him and take the staff firmly in your hands. You turned to Eve taking her hand leading her back to the cave to gather baskets in both your hands as you left quickly.

"I wouldst gather some of the fruit thou lovest, my dearest Eve. Let us be swift and not leave Adam fretting over our return.” You told her with a teasing smile happy to see how it made her brighten the gardens with one of her own as she held your hand tightly with a nod of her head.

You assisted your wife up a tree to gather the small red fruits that she loved dearly. Watching her drop the little red and purple things down into the baskets beside your feet. Eve softly hummed as she gathered handfulls of the small fruits letting them fall from her palms to the baskets.

You smiled closing your eyes to enjoy the soft song your morning dove hummed out as she worked.

"Thou art most silent, my dearest spouse. Pray, am I boring thee?” Eve soon softly speaks her hand resting on top of your head and you softly shifted your hands under her thighs to hold her securely as you carefully moved your head back into her stomach to look up at her.

"Thou couldst never bore me, dearest. I was merely enchanted by thy humming; thou couldst make the birds jealous with thy songs.” You told your wife softly with adoration as you looked up at her, seeing how her honey eyes crinkled with the soft smile that grew on her plush lips.

"Thou art truly the sweetest, my dearest. If I may be so bold, I wish to inquire if my absence occupies thy thoughts. I yearn for our days spent together, for our selfish husband keeps thee away far too long.” She speaks, a shy tone taking her as she moves her fingers curling them in your haor softly.

You softly frowned and squeezed her thighs shoftly with your fingertips.

"I do not believe such is our husband's intention, my dearest wife. I had not realized thou wert feeling so neglected. I apologize for failing thee, my sweet Eve.” Your apologies leaving you as you felt your own chest tighten with remorse.

Had your hunts with Adam been taking so long that you hadnt even noticed? How have you not noticed the lack of you and Adams absence from Eve?

"Oh, my dearest spouse, thou art not failing me! I simply long to be in thy presence. It was too bold of me to upset thee. Pray, forgive me.” Your wife spoke quickly her face turning into suprise then mournful as she moved her hands with her words.

Your frown deeped as you carefully moved her from your shoulders and gently place her down to stand as you turned to face her, your hands on her shouoders as you looked into her honeyed eyes.

"Thou didst not upset me, my lovely wife. It is I who should ask for forgiveness. I had not known I was making thee feel that way. Allow me to prove that I will do better. Tomorrow, let us bathe together in the pond's waters and then venture to the meadows to gather berries to share.” You spoke to her softly, with genuine care of her feelings and needs. You brought a hand to her cheek softly carressing it shyly, As you were only now starting to get use to showing your beloves physical affection than just wordly.

You watched as her honey eyes brighten and her soft tanned hand cupping ober your own, nuzzling her cheek into your hand.

"I am blessed by the heavens to have such a caring spouse as thee, my love.” She whispered up at you with such soft affection, your face warmed hottly to her sweetness which caused the softest chimes of giggles from your Wife.

Returning back home with haste that you prmised your Husband, you and your wife was suprised at the sight of Adam not only had already skinned and cleaned the buck, but had already had it cut and pierced on rods above the fire.

"Thou... Thou hast cooked for us, my husband?” Eve softly asked as she came from.behind you and taken in the sight.

Adam looked up from the rod he was turning taking in Eve and You in his sights. You watched the bright color that blossom over his cheeks. How he quickly adverted his scourching gold eyes away from Eve and you shyly back to the fire.

"I...I had thought to try. Thou and y/n make it seem easy.” He speaks his voice in a low soft tone as if he was ashamed.

Before your wife could say anything you had eagerly moved to Adam placing a hand on his arm making his eyes look uo to you to see your smile.

"Thou art most thoughtful of us. Let us hasten and cleanse what we have gathered so that we all may finish cooking together.” You told him while still praising him you quickly got up and grabbed Eves hand leading your wife to the near by creek that ran by your caved home and eagerly and quickly washed the gathered food you both foraged.

"In my eyes hath I ne'er beheld him alter in his roles afore.” Eve spoke queitly beside you, you had turned and smile at her brightly.

"Our husband doth love us more than his anticipated duties, dearest.” You told her, believing it was true and so as ypu turned to wash the vegetables and cherries you both had gathered. You had missed as Eve brows knitted together as she watched you before glancing back at the fire seeing Adam turn the meat rods to prevent the meat from burning in question.

She had been with your husband much longer than you had, a few years at best and never once had he ever attempted to cook before, it was always woman's work.

"He doth alter his roles for thee.” She speaks before looking back at you, when you glanced at Eve you see an expression on her graceful face you never seen before, one you were not sure what it meant. Yet it caused a sense of dread form in your chest like you had felt when the snakes had tormented you so in the forrest a while ago. You quickly moved your hands to grab Eves wrist makimg your wife look at you with wide eyes.

"For us, he doth alter, my sweetest wife, dost thou not see? Adam doth adore us so, as thou hast said to me. He keeps his heart close, but once he extends it, his love is ever true. Behold him, Eve, my dearest, doth he not appear loving as he prepares our meal?” You speak to her in worry watching her face change from that expression to one of thought as she looked back at Adam. You didnt know why you held your breath while she did or why you felt so watched suddenly, why you felt like you were failing in doing something so important. Why were you so worried about her doubts in your shared husband?

Yet you let out a breath as she smiled softly her honey eyes forming a soft looked as she gazed at Adam before turning to you with her sweet smile and soft eyes.

"Forgive me, dearest spouse, indeed thou art right. Adam doth appear ever so loving, dost he not? Dost thou ponder if he shall cook for us more now that he hath tried?” Eve seemed quiet excited at the possibility and you felt yourself lossening up as a smile moved acrossed your lips as you took in your wifes excitment while glancing at your Husbands attentiveness to the searing meat.

"With words filled with kindness and pride, I believe our dear husband shall be more eager to join us in cooking, dearest.” You said confidently as you went back to washing the vegetables.

"Then let us be swift in our praise of him!” Eve said with excitement as she grabbed her basket of clean washed cherries and carried them back to Adam quickly. You watched as She sat beside him capturing his attention from the rods, Her hand moving to one of his arms as her lips moved surely to praise him. You watched with a smile as you saw color blossom deeply on your husband's cheeks as he abashly looked away from Eve, a smile forming on his lips as he brought his other hand to lay on top of Eves, before his scorching eyes swept over the clearance to land on you.

You took that as your que to hurry and bring the basket of washed Vegetables over and you so eagerly took your place on the other side of Adam and worked on positioning the vegetables on the stones that lined the fire.

"Thou shouldst have beheld how our love felled the beast, They moved so swiftly, swifter than the eye, and-” Adam went on excitedly Telling Eve about how successful your hunt had been. You listened happily to how She giggled and sometimes cheered.

Adam was very enthusiastic in retelling the events his hands moved as he tried to show her what happened.

"Our sweetest hath a good mentor to guide them.” Eve praised him, Her hands moving to his arm holding it with a look of adoration in her eyes, it was enough to make Adam pause as he got lost in the gaze of soft honey eyes.

It was these moments you had loved so much, When your Husband and Wife would look at each other with such Adoration and Love. It warmed you, especially when watching Adam bring a hand to Eves cheek and pressing his lips to her forehead ever so softly.

"Thou art too sweet, my sun,” He softly mummers to Eve.

"Am I thy sun?” Eve softly asked him, only getting a soft ‘mhm’ From Adam as he pressed his forehead with hers.

You smiled at them with adoration as you brought a fire roasted meat chunk to your lips to nibble on as you watched them.

Contentment filled you.

"And what is y/n to thee?” Eve questioned Adam as she pulled from him to gaze at you with her soft eyes. Adam opened his eyes turning his head to watch you nibble on your meat chunk.

Both of their golden eyes on you at the same time caused you to grow bashful as you felt your face warm up and quickly slipped the rest of your meat chunk into your mouth hiding your lips with a hand as you tried to chew quickly and averted your watchful gaze from them.

You heard Eves giggle and Adams chuckle which only made your face and ears grow hotter by the seconds as you quickly swallowed your food.

"They art mine echo.” He softly spoke causing you to raise your eyes once again at his words.

“"Mine echo?” You softly asked him, questioning your husband gently, wondering what he ever meant.

“mhm” Adam softly let out, Your husband never did explain, not evem if you pushed him with Eve. Adam would not crack only his eyes would crinkle and a smile formed on his lips.

Days and nights and paradise moved and everything seemed so well. Your loving wife and Husband were getting along, you spent time with both of them to make sure none felt forgotten or neglected.

So how did you not see it?

To you and Eves eagerness Adam had formed the habit to help you both cook, while not fully taking on tasks of washing dirty ingredients or chopping and peeling, He would be eager to skewer anything and to hold them by the fire to roast.

You liked to believe it was because your Husband liked to play eoth the fire with empty skewer sticks he had carved for you and Eve to use, likeing to burn the egde to where its smoking and whisp it around as he watched the meat roast above the flames.

It caused you and Eve to snicker and giggle as ypu both prepared the sides.

How did you not notice?

You and Eve would go to a new pond, as the one you had emerge from and attacked by had left you too nervouse to return without Adam companying you and her, So you both found a smaller pond by the Meadows of flowers your wife adored to lay in.

You both would spend hours laying together surrounded by flowers and the kost breathetaking flying instects under the warm sun glittering down on the both of your skin.

You and Eve would talk about anything on your minds which mostly was what your husband would catch to eat that day or what you should gather to ucompany the days meals. What you should go and do the next day together.

"I doth reckon we could persuade Adam to gather with us.” You spoke to Eve as you watched butterflies fly above you and her faces to flowers nearby. A snort from your wife caused you to grin and turn on your side to face her.

"I do, I do! If we bring him hither, our husband shall find ennui. He hath a disdain for idleness, sweetest. I wager he shall soon join us in our quest to banish boredom!” You tell her estatically watching her eyes crinkle up as she laughs for a few minutes at such thoughts of Adam begrudgingly plucking away at berries.

Even when there were signs of their presence?

Eve let out another soft giggle as she looked into your pretty eyes, her giggles falling short as she looked into them, her smile faltering only slightly.

"My dearest spouse... Dost thou ever ponder if there existeth more?” Eve softly asked you and you had tilted your head towards her.

“More?” You softly asked her. "What meanest thou, my sweetest?”

You watched as Eve knitted her eyebrows before she let out a soft noise before shrugging her shoulders.

"Verily, I am uncertain.” She softly mummers "Let us not vex ourselves with it.”

She had said before looking at you with her sweet smiles you adored.

How were you so blind?

You tried getting between them like you normally do, You tried to settle them both down, you did not know how this one started but it had started and like a wildfire it grew out of portion.

"THOU DOST NOT LOVE US LIKE THOU SAYEST! THOU NEVER EXPLAINEST WHY THOU ASKEST US TO DO SUCH THINGS, THOU NEVER EXPLAINEST TO US WHY THINGS MUST BE THE WAY THEY ARE!” Eve screamed at Adam, tears burned down her cheeks as she screamed at him, anger ablazed in her soft honey eyes making them look as if they were melting.

"IT IS THE WAY THINGS MUST BE! WHO ART THOU TO QUESTION SUCH MATTERS, EVE?! I AM THY HUSBAND; THOU ART TO TRUST IN ME TO PROTECT AND GUIDE THEE!” Adam shouted back, his brows furrowed as his eyes narrowed at her.

“Adam, Eve!” you tried to intervene between them once again, your words falling on unlistening ears.

"AND WHEREFORE ART THOU TO BE TRUSTED TO DO SUCH DEEDS?! WHO E'ER DECLARED SUCH A THING?!” Eve screamed back at him.

You had been too loyal to your beloveds, not at naive enough.

Adam was angry, his face redden deeply,

"WHEREFORE ART THOU THUS?! WHEREFORE DOTH IT MATTER SO MUCH TO THEE? THE ANGELS HATH DESIGNATED ME TO SUCH A TASK, WHY DOEST THOU DOUBT THEIR DECREE?!” He screamed at her, and you felt dread build in your stomach as you saw Eve back away from Adam, a look forming in her eyes one you knew because you had it when you once ran to find them.

You moved more infront of Eve placing your hands to press against Adams chest.

“Husband Please!” You started out listening to Adams ragged breathes, your husband was not im his right mind, you knew that. You knew that so dearly because when your world spinned around you for a moment and your arms stung from dirt n rocks, you knew something wasnt right.

This argument had some out wordly influence to it.

Your arms stung and shoulder ached, your head felt light and dizzy, You had heard a choked scream and gasp as you lifted yourself from the ground, your head throbbing as you brough a hand to it finding it wet. You brought your fingers down to find it stained with your own blood.

You had looked up at your wife and husband.

Taking in their looks of mortification and horrified nature.

“y/n..My echo, prithee forgive-” Adam sputtered as he tried to reach you only for you wife to step in front of you a spear in her hand as she pointed it towards your shared husband.

This wasnt ever supposed to happen, Why was it happening?! How did you allow this to happen?

"Hold thee back! Keep thy distance from them! Begone from us, Adam!” Eve shouted at him as she only rose the spears blade at him.

Your heart shattered athow you saw how mortified your husband looked as his pupils only shrank as he looked at You and then to Eve, his hands lifting up infront of him as he backed away slowly, how his chest lifted up and down as if air was being forced away and then back inside of him. His hands were trembling and you sputtered as you reached out.

"Hold... husband... Wife... I prithee.” You let out, the gardens still spinning around in your head as you reached out to nothing but air.

“LEAVE US NOW!” Eve screamed at him and you watched how Adam stumbled backwards his eyes landing on you, more so the busted wound on your head and your blood dripping down your face before falling on his trembling hands.

“I am sorry…I am sorry” You never heard Adam sound so broken, so terrified, you never wanted to hear him like that.

“Adam..” You cried out lightly weakly barely even audible as you watched your Husband flee, flee from your shared home, flee from your wife, flee from you and you felt as if you were dying.

A broken sob shaking you.

This was all wrong.

Eves hands found your face cupping your cheeks as she hushed you, whispering soothing things as she examined your head wound.

"I will protect thee, my dearest. I know of a place where we shall find safety from him. He shall never harm thee nor exert control over us again.” She told you so assuringly, yet her words had confused you so as ypu looked into her dull honey eyes…They never looked like that before, you moved a hand to one of hers as you looked into her eyes.

"What art thou speaking of? ...Nay, Adam did not intend to strike me... that was not his doing. Our husband would never... something... something compelled him.” You spoke as you shook in her hands, you were so positively sure.

Adam was not a violent soul.

Eves eyes had soften as she shook her head.

"Adam deceives us, concealing matters from us. Dearest, I am now enlightened... He is naught but cruel and seeks to dominate us. Thou shalt soon comprehend, for I can shield thee. My companions shall aid our flight from him; they shall reveal all, and then thou shalt perceive that our husband never truly loved us as he professed. We were bereft of choice.” She spoke to you making your head spinned more as ypu looked at her, the fire behind her played with the shadows on her.

Ypu mustve been seeing things because you swore to the high heavens you saw snakes slithering around your dear wifes body and neck.

You shook your head feeling pain blossom in it and you let out a gentle cry as you pushed your wife away from you.

"What hast thou wrought?” You questioned as you moved away from her, you could see the hurt form on your wifes face.

"Come with me, and I shall reveal all to thee. All thou requirest is one bite from the fruit of the forbidden tree.” Eve pleads with you, she reached out for you and you only moved away from your dearest wife.

dread filled you.

“I….I” You sputtered out as you forced yourself onto your dizzying feet you saw the pain and hurt on your beloved Eves face.

But the snakes around her did not leave, and you were too filled with dread and fear of them than you were of her.

"I must seek Adam.” You stammered before rushing away from your wife, stumbling through the forrest after your mortified husband went. Your heart ached and broke at the sounds of your wifes pained screams, screams begging you to come back, wails pleading that you will not hate her..

You couldnt, you didnt have such ability.

But only your husband could banish the snakes away, and you needed Adam.

chp 3

[captain-hawks]

Hoshina, ocean blue~

soshiro hoshina x f!reader

c: 18+, fluff, smut, soft soshiro in love

Clear, bright, cloudless skies after a dull, rainy day.

Rays of sunlight shimmering atop the lazily cresting waves of a vast, open lake.

A bushel of fresh, sweet blueberries in his mother’s kitchen, the first blue jay that roused from the tree in their backyard on a brisk spring morning after a long, cold winter.

It’s these fragments of memories, these bottled up snippets of time that hover at the edge of Soshiro’s consciousness as he stares down at you now, as he drinks in the way the late afternoon sun douses you gold in this vibrant, swaying meadow of forget-me-nots. This brilliant ocean of blue that stretches the entirety of the clearing, quiet and deserted save for the melodic sound of your laughter that he’s drunk on at this point—that, and the incessant beating of his lovesick heart.

He feels a little bad, almost, that all these shades that live inside of him don’t stand a chance. That for all the navy, the cerulean, the cyan, cornflower, and turquoise, vibrant as they may have once been—he knows they’ll all pale in comparison to this.

Soshiro wishes he was an artist, would love to know just how many brush strokes it would take to find you nestled here beneath him again in a field of flowers, if the canvas would give beneath the weight of this moment (if it would bend like his ribcage is now against the swelling of his heart). 

Your lips taste like honey and sunshine, like the first hint of daybreak and the last cusp of twilight as he cups the side of your face, thumb stroking the delicate curve of your jaw while his mouth slots against yours.

With your legs wrapped around his waist and your fingers threaded in his hair, Soshiro slowly eases himself the tight, wet warmth between your thighs, reveling in the way your body arches and writhes. The way the flowers that surround you seem to shudder when you moan, heels digging into the small of his back as you urge him to sink his cock deeper, to stretch open every last inch of your pretty, dripping cunt. 

And as you climb atop him with flower petals in your hair and his name on your lips, Soshiro knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that this will forever be his favorite shade of blue. 

[cosmopoliturtle]

Can you label which Yule Lad is which? they’re all very good designs, but I was also so what inspired you for the differences between them, especially the one wearing a skull

Sure! I'll do my best to explain XD I know the OG Yule Lads are like little old men, kind of gnome-ish but more unhinged. I took a hefty dose of artistic license and went for a more critter-like appearance. I was going for a sort of Tove Jansson-Moomin vibe. 

I don't expect most people to guess them all since I was focused more on their essence as a group of weird gremlins but I did try to bring something forward to distinguish each one.

Candle Beggar: Sort of the centerpiece of the picture, has a big ol' cande hat to light up the night.

Stubby: Shortest guy, he steals food out of frying pans.

Bowl Licker: I based the bowl on his head on an askur, which is like an Icelandic bowl/mug combo meant for cozy eatings.

Door Sniffer: Big nose for sniffin' doors, he steals baked goods so he's got some swiped donuts around his tail.

Spoon Licker: Most people saw this guy right away, assumedly the most obvious because of the spoon.

Window Peeper: 👀

Sausage Swiper: This is probably the most arcane one. From what I read most sausages in Iceland are made of sheep but since there was a sheep and a cow based Yule Lad I wanted to differentiate Sausage Swiper with a hog's skull, since from what I read the first people who reached Iceland did also have pigs.

Sheep-Cote Clod: Sheep/Goat skull since he loves the sheep's milk.

Gully Gawk: Cow skull since he loves the cow's milk.

Door Slammer: I was inspired by an old church door knocker that looked like a gargoylish grotesque, and I shoved it on his head.

Pot Scraper: Pot slammed on head.

Skyr Gobbler: Skyr is basically Icelandic yogurt, so he's like a poofy ball of yogurt with some berries and honey as toppings.

Meat Hook: Has his hook ready for stealin' meats. 

Hopefully that clears some things up. C:

[writtensturn]

in the moment | c.s

PAIRING : chris sturniolo x hispanic!gf

GENRE : fluff?

SUMMARY : chris’s girlfriend is dominican, and at her cousins birthday party, chris wonders off too come back to surprise her.

!WARNINGS! : use of y/n, cursing.

✮⋆˙

y/n was making her way into the backyard of her aunts house, they were celebrating her cousins seventh birthday, and if you knew how hispanic parties work, they last forever. it was around 11pm and she was talking to family slipping a few drinks from under them, she watched as her family and her cousins friends danced around and had fun. her family adored chris, they always said he was a different “type” of white. as her favorite artist, romeo santos came on she held onto chris’s arm singing almost every lyric to him.

“y/n, baby..” chris laughed

“promise you’ll hold me, touch me, love me. way past forever” she sung to her boyfriend across from her

“promise” chris spoke with a huge smile on her face, agreeing to the song that she held so dearly. as y/n turned to watch her family dance and hold on to eachother, it warmed her heart the one time of the year they all looked genuinely happy and got along.

“see how their moving" she pointed to a pair in the crowd, feeling chris nod in agreement.

"we call that bachata, the way the song has the little clicks is when you change. i think its so romantic, its all in the hips." she explained ending her sentence with a shrug. she turned to see chris's eyes on her, feeling his smirk almost instantly. she shook her head and pushed his shoulder

“oh enough christopher” she knew his mind went directly in the gutter with that one

“what? i didn’t do a thing” chris spoke back to her with the same smirk plastered across his lips

“yeah yeah” she sneered turning her head to look at him, her head tightly slightly as she took a moment to admire his features, the way they looked back at her. she felt chris’s hand come up to brush the hair out of her face, pushing it behind her ear and come back down to run his fingertips along her arm.

“i’ll be back” chris said bringing his face closer to hers and pressing his lips against her softly before standing up and walking away, before she could say anything he was already to far for him to hear.

meanwhile

chris moved into her aunts house finding the cousin she was closest with

“hey can you help me out for a sec? it’s for y/n” chris asked

“uhh yeah” jay said back to him with a smile while she stood up, she moved chris to another room.

“i need you to need me how to dance.. um..” chris spoke lost on the word

“bachata?” jay said while raising a brow

“yes!” chris nodded

“ja, okay..” jay let out a laugh towards chris, she took his hands and looked up at him a little awkwardly.

“do you just kinda-.” she moved in twos, popping her hip on the beat that you could hear from outside.

“that’s it?” chris raised his brow

“oh honey..” jay laughed again

“you try.” she challenged, she watched as chris moved with her, the two starting together. she raised her brow impressed on how he was moving, she moved closer in dancing how they would outside.

“i’m shocked” she shook her head at her cousins boyfriend

“what why” chris shook his head back

“you’ve got some spice don’t ya” she scoffed as the two laughed and continued to move together in her room

“what’s her favorite song.. yk like these” chris asked, jay pulled away from him stopped the synced movements between the two.

“just go there, i got it.” she smiled as the two started to walk out

“you’re good for her you know? you care. it means a lot” jay nodded as they headed outside, chris couldn’t help but smile as the two parted him walking back to find y/n.

“hey baby where’d you go?” she stood up wrapping her arms around his sides, chris shook his head at her attachment holding her against him. he turned his head to see jay nodding at him and hearing the song change, she watched as y/n’s head perked up.

“i love this song so much” she closed her eyes before looking up at him

“dance with me ma?” chris smiled down at her admiring her features, she looked up at him, her expression confused.

“what.” she spoke and as soon as she could get another word out she felt the two moving closer to the center, chris’s arms fell onto her hips and her hands moving around his neck. as the song started picking up she felt the two move in sync holding onto one another, she looked up at him shocked and impressed that he knew how. she never taught him out of embarrassment but now that they were here she didn’t care, her little fantasy of them two dancing together to her favorite song.

“pongo en ti toda mi fe me arrodillo a tu merced y aunque hable nunca me arrepiento” she sung softly looking directly into him, meaning her words.

“what’s that mean” chris furrowed his brows

“you’ll figure it out eventually” she nodded with a smirk

“i love you ma” chris smiled down at her hearing the song end

“i love you too mi amor”

guys someone requested this and im lowk so obsessed with the idea of this, i think its adorable.

[trampstampbrbie]

Vanity

'It was rare to catch Keigo off of his witty and cocky persona, so you relished in every bit of him being a soft and loving sleepy bird.'

fem!reader x takami keigo | hawks tags: established relationship, one shot, minors dni, smut, piv s^x, or^al m!receiving, female body worship, c^m play summary: you're getting ready to go out and keigo wakes up...all sleepy...all sentimental on this glowing tokyo night...and he decides to do something about it...

masterlist

One of the things you loved most about living in Japan was it’s intoxicating nightlife; the rainbow LEDs emitting a retro-like filter to the world, with it’s fluorescence and humming. From distant terraces and penthouse rooftops, you could hear the thumping of the music they were surely partying to. The city at dark was euphoric, giving inspiration to artists, fueling passion among lovers and comforting even the most lonely as their silhouettes shadowed the busy streets.

It got you excited for your night out; a gaggle of your friends had been planning this for a while-- trying to sync up everyone’s schedules, seeing who was off from work on the same nights and such.

Staring back at yourself in a lighted vanity mirror, you could see the darkened marks beneath your eyes and how truly pronounced they were-- the rest of your room made dark, with just thick bulbs illuminating each weathered feature of your skin. You did nothing but work recently, long hours and consecutive days in a row, so this was a night you were looking forward to all month.

You would’ve primped and suffered over each inch that you didn’t like but, you wanted this night to be filled with nothing but positive energy-- and you wouldn’t deny just how sexy you felt with your hair done, naked under a petal-toned silk robe before the mirror like that.

A patchouli incense was lit across the room, wrapping you in its floral and musk scent, allowing you to relax forward against the vanity’s counter-top. You had to remind yourself that you weren’t getting ready for work: there was no need to rush. This was like self-care, yeah?

With your face only a few mere inches away from the mirror, you plucked and brushed at the hair of your brow, making sure they were tidy enough and framed to your face. You added a bit of concealer to the discoloration below your eyes, and to any other feature of your face that you wanted to enhance.

It wasn’t until you felt a soft tickling at the heels of your crossed feet, that you realised the figure next to you was stirring awake— a large crimson wing pulling away from underneath the round velvet stool you sat upon.

“Baby--” the voice was hoarse, like it was speaking tiredly for the first time in a millenia yet, all you heard was the sweet thickness of honey.

A hand outstretched in your direction, lazily hanging in the air and swatting for your attention. “Hi love,” you finally look over at Keigo, just having finished up your mascara. A tired smile spread across your partner’s face once you finally carried his fingers in your own.

“Goin’ out tonight?” he questions, rubbing his face against the pillow, not wanting to let go of you to merely scratch a tickling at his nose.

There was a small hint of surprise in his voice, hitching up at the end of his qualm and lingering with a raise of his brow-- a single citrine eye staring back at you. As much as you loved talking to Keigo, you really wished that he’d go back to sleep-- he was out all day doing hero-work and you knew just how tired he must’ve been. It took him forever to fall asleep that afternoon, too.

So, you quickly hum in response to him but, (to his dismay) let go of his hand to continue getting ready. “You’ve only slept for a few hours, why don’t you go back to bed?” you utter lowly, patting some blush to the soft flesh of your cheeks. The crackle of his voice is drowned out by the thick pillow he now lay face down on-- his hips moving into the mattress and catching your gaze for a split second as he got comfortable.

“And miss the show? Nah, I’m good,” he chuckles and holds a second pillow to his chest, as if it were you lying with him. He reaches out with a socked foot and rakes the tip from your elbow and up the sleeve of your robe. “Never seen you in this, baby bird...” Keigo breathes and you know better not to answer him; any entertainment to his buttery words and cute nicknames would result in you having to re-do your hair and makeup.

His leg finally relaxes and hangs off the bed, you notice him rutting slowly into the mattress once more from the corner of your eye.

Using your ring finger, you patted a small amount of a shimmery highlighter to the highpoints of your cheeks, and to the very tips of your nose-- rotating your head in the mirror to admire the glow it gave you. It was Keigo’s next few words that made you completely swivel in your stool to look at him.

“You look beautiful,” and it wasn’t what he said but rather, how he said it. There was no smirk, chuckle, or signs of coyness in the tone. His voice was completely serious. Apropos.

When your body was facing him fully, you caught sight of his figure: the grey sweatpants sticking out here and there from the messy duvet, his toned and shirtless torso stretched up towards the gathering of pillows by the bedframe. But, his face was what really drove the scampering sensation against your ribcage: his blond hair was tousled atop his head, loose bangs falling forward into his eyes. The expression Keigo bore was completely flat-- again, no smirk or even twitching of an underlying joke. Yet, you still waited an extra moment for him to bust out in chortle or in some lewd comment.

“Thank you,” your eyes like saucers, shining back at him before busying yourself with opening a side-drawer, in search for the perfect lip color.

It was Keigo who was now in awe of his partner. You really were just so damned beautiful and he was ashamed that he wasn’t more serious with you. Sure, you knew he loved you and everything there was about you but, he knew that when someone was a jokester, it was harder to believe the more significant things that they had to say. But boy, were you a sight. You deserved to hear it from him every moment of every day.

He now moved to lay on his side, resting an elbow against one of the pillows to sit up and really get a look at you; the way your eyes searched the mirror, to find an imperfection (as if there were any to begin with, he thought), the way your hair bounced a bit with how you swayed to the outside music. There was nothing not to love about you.

Keigo had finally palmed his hair out of his face and let out a content sigh. He never thought that life could be this good-- that he could be this happy, especially with someone else. You really bombarded your way into his life and made it all the better.

His thoughts were interrupted by a short breeze that came through the bedroom window, rushing the soft material of your robe away from your chest. The supple skin to your breast was now exposed and the shallow shadow to your collarbone now in perfect view for him. The blond stirred with an outward exasperation.

You, not even phased by the naked skin now in view of your lover, looked over at his sounds. “C’mere,” is all he had to say and this time, Keigo didn’t even attempt to hide the way he pressed one of the pillows against his groin. Again, you knew not to give in to him, “I have to get ready,” you flush and tie the robe tighter around your waist, synching yourself a bit in doing so.

“C’mon baby bird, I just want to love you,” he groans, throwing his head back down, peeking at you with a singular iris once more.

“You can love me from there!” with a stern tone, you hold your ground, applying some cherry lip balm to your lips and smacking them together-- ignoring the jesting comment about how mean you were being.

Along the mirror’s trim, you had all of your perfumes organized-- roller balls to the left, regular sprays in the middle, and jarred solids to the right. Upon picking out a floral, solid perfume, the bed creaked--relieved of weight.

Keigo’s wings had stretched along with his arms, some bones and joints audibly popping and cracking with the release of stress-- a feather or two falling down in his wake.

In the mirror, you saw his figure standing behind you from the belly button down. You surprised yourself with how well you were doing to not be phased by his words and continued on to rub a finger into the waxy perfume. You dabbed the warm oil behind either ear, under your chin, between your clavicle bone and finally, you loosened your robe a bit to apply some between your naked breasts.

Keigo’s hitched breathing could be heard clear as day and from the reflection, you saw his legs straddle a bit, lowering himself to kiss the top of your head. A stiff mound brushed between your shoulders as he placed two big hands at your shoulders. “Keigo…” you began with a sigh, “--ah, ah, I’m just admiring what I see here.. no funny business,” he breathes, rubbing the silk against your skin nicely. “I promise,”

You had to admit, it did feel good and as much as you wanted to love him, you had to leave in an hour-- and you still had things to do to get ready.

Keigo on the other hand, was plunged completely into overlooking every inch of you, clothed or not. In that moment, his narrowed gaze was completely focused on the pinched fabric at your chest. The cool breeze had perked your nipples and they were now prodding at your thin-wear.

“Look at you..” he breathes, both hands slowly moving your hair from off your shoulder and leaving the strands down your back-- giving him purchase to the no longer crowded-area. “..baby you are so damn beautiful,” he repeats and leans down, pressing a loud kiss to the nape of your neck. Through the mirror, your eyes soften at him, a small smile at your glossy lips. There was no way you could even pretend to be bothered by any of this…

His hands now cupped and moved down your bicep, smaller kisses led behind your ear, “I can’t believe I get to call you mine,” Keigo’s hands now lay flat against your stomach, swaying both of you to the loudening ambience outside. Your hands lie over his and entangle both of your fingers together. “I love you,” your voice is small but lingers-not in meaning. Once more do you sense his breath hitching behind you.

“Look at me,” the voice you heard, you had never heard before. It was a whisper, deep and yearning. Keigo’s large hand grips your much smaller jaw, turning you to do as he asked. His hunched over figure was searching your eyes, your face, for something other than the truth in what you had just said. You knew he had his struggles with accepting the love he deserves-- especially being a guy who’s been chased by so many money-lusting individuals who have forced him to wear rose-colored glasses for far too long. So, you repeated yourself, to make sure you got the message across. “I love you, Keigo,”

The kiss you two shared was slow, barely moving, even. But you can nearly feel him tremble against you as a soft smooching noise departs the exchange.

His arms wrap once more around you, even tighter than before and you moan out smally at the gesture. The thick digits of his fingers linger above the sides of your breasts, right against your armpit. You can’t help but to slowly guide them to hold and squeeze the plush mounds.

Keigo immediately grinds against you, a moan of his own following suit. You fully lean back against him, losing sight of his face and only being able to see his parted lips and stubbled chin in the mirror. The man you loved kneaded at your breasts for a minute or so, as you watched his eyeless reflection rut and quiver. The pink ties of your robe were slowly undone too, allowing for the part to open more and more. Keigo moved his hands completely out of the way, keeping the fabric clutching onto the very ends of your shoulders, daring to drop off your back completely.

There you were, chest out, belly exposed and hot core now subconsciously wiggling against the velvet that held you up. You arched your back and the spreading of your sweet thighs revealed your slick to him. The lips you watched shook a bit before being licked over by a pink tongue.

It was as if the man behind you was frozen in time, stopping in his motions and looking at your sex like it were the first time he’d seen a woman.

“Touch me, Keigo,” you encouraged, hiking your foot up to rest on an end table next to the vanity. You once more, guided his touch to your hot core, pulling him down and revealing more of his face in the mirror. The length of his nose and flutter of his lash now completely in view for you.

Soft kisses were placed at his cheek and soon explored their way to his dense neck. Your eye flickered back to the mirror, fixated on watching his reactions through there than merely looking to your side.

Curses were exhaled out of his throat as his fingers went to work at your wet folds, pushing past the outer lips, going right to the hardened bud that yearned for any sort of touch.

You moaned directly into his ear, using a lower canine to drag his pierced lobe into your mouth. The small flesh was sucked at and whimpered against as Keigo’s fingers pressed against you-- thapping aloud with your wetness.

“Baby..” he groans, feeling you nipping and suckling at any bits of his skin that you could press your mouth to. A hum is your only response, now being the one to turn his face this time.

The two of you share another kiss however, this one being much more hungry-- a leaning back and forth as you each moved with fervour. Just as the wetness of your mouths did, the moans and exhales from Keigo and yourself mixed together, creating a kind of tune better than any song that bumped against the city streets of Japan.

The vibrational touch at your core was stopped as Keigo swiveled you on your stool to completely face his lumbering height. His hands clutched at your face, a cool wetness smearing on your neck in the meantime from his fingers that were once pleasuring you.

“Stay with me, let me love you,” and you once more, did not know the voice that escaped and spoke to you. It was nearly a whimper upon you running your fingers along the inside of his sweatpants’ hem.

“Okay, okay, okay,” you utter quietly, eagerly-- nodding your head frantically while grabbing at his erection. Your head tilted up to him, craving for any sort of touch from him. There was no more getting ready to go out, it was just you and Keigo.

Rough hands brought you up to standing height, pushing the rest of the silk robe off of your shoulders, to gather in a heap at your feet.

“Look at this body,” the hero breathes, hands groping and running quickly along anything he could reach. You moaned through your bottom lip, sucked into your mouth with tears threatening to spill as he continued, “I love you,”

It was always a surge of electricity anytime you heard your lover say those three words to you; the rarity making the sounds feel like a delicacy to your ears, and a pang against your heart.

His lips caught and kissed the two, wet swells that dribbled down your cheeks, holding you close to him, like you were suspended in the air. Like with one wrong move, you’d plumet out of his hands.

Keigo lifted you with ease and walked to the side of the bed, plopping you down to lay on your back. “You deserve so much love, baby bird. You deserve every beautiful thing on this planet,” the hero went on and on, voice shivering with all the praise and poetic compliments of just how special he viewed you.

He knelt on the carpet, in between your hanging legs and felt your wetness once more with two teasing fingers. “You’re my divine feminine…” he breathes out, kissing the core of your sex-- pecking it like it was your precious face.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good… I’m going to make you cum over and over again.. just to hear you sing for me,”

Strong hands now gripped your ankles, placing said marks of affection all along your legs, higher and higher until your pussy was clenching with anticipation.

You hiked yourself to sit up and watch as Keigo dove right back in to lapping and sucking at your clit.

The sounds vibrating in your heaving chest sounded like the most rare of treasures to the hero between your legs--who then hummed in approval and wagged his head back and forth slowly, nose prodding your folds even further apart.

You gasped obscenities into the still air of your bedroom and could no longer support yourself on your shaky elbows so, the plush duvet caught your figure as you fell back in breathy moans.

Long digits entered your hole with no prior warning, causing your legs to spasm-- soft thighs knocking against your lover’s head. A slow chuckle bobbed in his throat, felt through your sensitive skin and shooting right up your spine.

Keigo’s fingers pumped in and out of you, all while his tongue still went to work. The flesh of your stomach dipped and your manicured toes curled with the airy feeling of an orgasm already building up inside of you. “I-- I-I---” you stuttered, blindly reaching down in search to grab his roots for some sort of purchase.

“Come for me baby bird, c’mon I know you can do it,” the blonde tuft between your legs encouraged and plowed his lips and the tip of his nose deeper within your slits.

You sang out like a choir for Keigo, legs vibrating and twitching with the godly orgasm he bestowed upon you. The muscle of your clit tensing as you sputtered all of your womanly juices onto his face and chest.

A gentle slap to your core was received in appraisal before gripping your hips and scooting your jittery body further back on the mattress.

The painted lashes of your eyes fluttered and struggled to stay open, feeling as though the blanket of sleep was wrapped cozily around you. It wasn’t until Keigo’s soaked mouth entranced yours in a kiss.

“Great job, baby,” you could hear the grin spread across his carnivorous mouth as he pulled away for a brief moment.

Your legs, which felt as though they were made of cement, were parted by a single knee. “You did so good, you came so good for me,” even in the heat of being post orgasm-- damp and lost for breath, he still found a way to make you squirm and moan and want even more.

Opening your eyes, you first you saw the blood-red wings stretch up and out into your view, each plume puffing out and acting as an umbrella over your naked form. Then the bed dipped and there Keigo was, looming over your still shaking form. His gaze, like two zircon gems glistening down at you, gazed into your own pupils so softly… so lovingly.

Your hands were placed next to your head on the bed and intertwined with your partners, thumbs grazing the outer skin of your hands in an effort to comfort you post-orgasm.

The waistband of Keigo’s sweatpants was found by your eventual searching fingers, tugging them down his hips and grunting once you couldn’t reach any further. So, you resorted to groping the hard bone of his hips that led right to the point of pubic growth.

Sensitive nubs rubbed against one another as the cages of your chests heaved in sync. Keigo’s breathing had turned into husky groans and growls--the intensity of his feral want dribbling at your inner thighs. The shadow his wings cast only made his gaze seem that much more illuminated, intense, eating you up from his position looking down at you.

“You want me?” you tried to replace the silk that lie on the floor with the drip of your words, biting at the plush of your bottom lip-- groping him as he once did with you. Your fingers still grazed the hard, exposed bone but, moved also to the tuft of feathers gathering between Keigo’s shoulders. The dense tissue sprouting from his torso now raked over with your nails, causing a few crimson pinions to cascade downward as the wings shuttered.

Like the blond did with the pillow prior, your core was rutted into--no entrance granted but the mere rubbing of his clothed length sending out unison moans. The expanse shuttered above you, some moonlight pouring over his outer curves.

“Yeah...” Keigo’s head hung down at you, nodding slowly, “...yeah baby, I want you.. all of you,” with each hesitant word and breath from your lover, you sat up--sprinkles of kisses all over his chest and neck.

With your skin cool and wet from his affection, Keigo had finally stood up to relieve his tortured length of his clothing. You scooted yourself back towards the headboard, watching his muscles jump and flex with each movement. It was an outward moan upon seeing his springing cock that made your blond love nearly pounce onto the mattress at you.

“Fuck, keigo..” you breathed in his tight hold, the sore skin beneath his thick, pressing fingers somewhere in the back of your mind.

He laughed against your lips, rutting into your core once more. “Wanna add to the music outside, baby, hm?” his teasing words only made you clench around nothing, “I’m gonna make.. you.. sing--” the hero moans at the grasp you held around his throbbing erection--leading its tip to your hole.

Keigo didn’t waste any time bottoming out within you, causing you to--as he put it--sing out for him. Sure, you had felt him before but, with his feral size, you were never prepared.

The small of your back abandoned the mattress for a mere two seconds before being forcibly pressed back down. His hands made quick work with holding your hips down to press as hard into you as he could.

In moments like this, you lost yourself. So overwhelmed with pleasure as Keigo thrusted against you that it was almost an outer body experience.

Your eyes always floated past his and landed on the mounds of feathers that danced behind his form; like the base of a sunset their color was so rich and their shine, kept so nicely. The best part was the way they flared and swelled up when Keigo surged with emotions--it was almost like he was an animal in the wild.

Keigo’s rough hand was at your jaw again, making sure you looked at him while he fucked inside you. Your knees began to fall away from his sides and bounced lifelessly near your chest. “Deeper.. oh please deeper,” you whined, holding your limbs in place underneath your knees.

His eyes absorbed the sight below him: your curves, the dew at your chest, your panting plea and nearly imploded right then and there.

There was no room to answer with wit, so he decided to grunt and let go of you completely--both hands grabbing at the headboard.

The blond’s hips moved faster than you had ever experienced, feeling the soft underside of his balls slap against your ass, and the tugging of your insides at each rut outwards.

You could no longer find Keigo’s eyes as his veined neck and chest were only in view. His lids were tightened and his head was thrown back--grunting with fervour and focusing on bruising the hell out of your wallowing cervix.

Your moans turned into a slurred mess, syncing with each slap of his hips against yours and the creaking of the headboard.

Fluttering joined the gaggle of sounds as Keigo was reaching his limit, his wings flapping and extending outward.

The headboard was let go of and the pillow was Keigo’s next area of hold--allowing you to experience his lemon gaze once more. His pinholes wetly fell down to your bouncing and heaving chest, hunching back over to suck at the bud of your nipple.

When he pulled back, it was in a cry--a whimper. You felt a warmth spread right where he was meeting your limit and suddenly, he pulled away.

Right before you had the chance to ask what he was doing, Keigo’s filthy mouth was right back at your core, raveging against your aching clit.

Your neighbors and any alley-dwellers probably thought you were being murdered at the cry you let out--at your legs being held wide open for your second orgasm and at the wetness you now felt beneath you, soaking through the duvet and satin sheets.

Keigo kissed your pussy through its throbbing aftermath once more, tongue lapping out and caressing your hardened nerve slowly--allowing you to ride out your agony against his face.

“Good job babe,” he utters, barely audible for you to hear while in your own world. His figure waddles up yours on his knees, stroking his now red length until his knees prodded your armpits.

With glassy eyes you looked up at him, brows quirked as he smiled lopsidedly at your expression: gloss rubbed clean off to reveal suctioned lips and the ebony smear of mascara starting at your bottom lashes.

Two shaky hands reached forward, arms resting on Keigo’s upper thighs, stroking his throbbing stiffness. “Make me cum little dove, you know what to do,” his voice was eager, watching you sit up a bit.

His hand went to the back of your head as you licked at his tip, causing his chest to deflate in exhale. He held you there for a moment as you adjusted to giving him the oral pleasure. “I know you can do it--” he starts off in a chuckle but is cut off in a moan as your head bobs, tongue pressing nicely against his underside.

The noises that filled the room this time were the squelches and gags emitting from your mouth against Keigo’s grinding hips. You’d pull away occasionally and watch as his lips purse or as his teeth would grit. The gift of orgasm was just outside of his reach and right in the palm of your hand.

But, he would grow tired of your teasing, even in the vulnerable state you were in and moved the strands of hair from your face. “Baby…” his voice was high, head shaking back and forth with a tut. “... you *know* I *don’t* like the *teasing*,” you winced and gagged against him with each grunted thrust.

Before you knew it, Keigo’s strong hands were wrapped over each of your ears, holding your head in place as he fucked your mouth, moaning even more curses and obscenities into the air as his will to cum built back up again. You’d utter small moans of thanks any time he’d pull away but, it just drove him to drive his cock further down your throat.

He would sometimes hold it there, at the place where your throat began to curve, where his balls would rest against your chin and where you’d be able to smell his musk-- just to rut against that smooth of your inner flesh.

It only took a few more minutes of thrusting into the spitty mess before the blond was fluttering and stretching his crimson plumes once more.

Your eyes were rolling in your skull, the post-wetness between your legs making your thighs slip together from underneath him as he breathed your name.

Just when his thrusts were building up and the airiness of a lack of oxygen to your brain became almost unbearable, was when Keigo choked out in moan, pulling completely from your throat and sputtering his hot cum all over your chin and chest.

The hero’s chest was heaving, thighs quivering and the bobbing of his cock stopped once he was done pumping his fluids all over you.

You, were moaning too, still not over the beating up your face took, or even the orgasm you had moments before all of this. Euphoria was spilling over you two and neither one could form a cohesive sentence at that point.

+

Keigo still straddled your waist after his orgasm, panting and looking down at you with some lost, googly-eyed expression. You however, with a grin, took your two long fingers and swiped the cum from your chin--expression not wavering once as you fed yourself the musky flavor. You hummed against your fingers and he went in for a kiss not long after your fingers fell back at your side.

He tasted himself against your tongue and you were still able to detect the past wavering of your own on him.

“That was great baby, thank you, so so much,” Keigo gives you one last kiss before hobbling over towards the bedroom bathroom, wings tucked tight against his back. He made sure to return quickly with a warm rag and cleaned you right up, a small smile at his face while doing so.

“I love you,” You spoke once more, head lolling over at him, mirroring his grin. After quickly wiping himself and tossing the rag in the general direction of a hamper, he laid on his stomach right next to you. “I love you too, dove,”

His strong arms pulled you in tight, legs weaving together and small shushed coming from him as he felt you still shivering and twitching. “You did so good,” Keigo would utter, pecking the top of your head. More and more comments of praise and admiration were whispered to you in the night… all leading you to have long forgotten about your girls’ night out and the frantic buzzing of your phone with missed calls and texts.

You didn’t care. Sure, it was a night you surely needed from work stress but, nothing would beat a night like this with the man you loved so dearly.

The two of you soon fell to slumber, in a warm embrace wrapped within the sheets-- the light of your vanity still turned on over to the side, joining in with the glow of Japan.

A/N: Hey! I don't beta read SHIT, but if you liked this, I would SUPER appreciate a like, reblog + comment (: I wanna know what you guys think

[sxtvrns]

the firsts i’ve never felt

🎶 now playing: clementine - grentperez

P: Kim Jongseob x Fem!Reader

S: You find yourself wandering the headquarters after being left unattended. He finds himself unreasonably intrigued by you.

C: meet cute, fluff, puppy love, inaccuracy, a bit sloppy, mentions of bullying, kinda rushed?

N: i’ve transformed my entire feed and started a bunch of masterlists and stuff! this fic is part of one of them that i need to design and stuff but i hope you’re loving the organization because i certainly am. i really wanna write but my brain is running out of scenarios i can work off of so if you dont hear from me for a while you know why. if i don't get a hair colour right sue me i can't memorize everything | all ages listed are korean, not international!

view the rest of the conversations ☆彡

please interact if you enjoy!

“Hey, honey, do you wanna come and visit my new job today? They’re showing me around, and you’re planning to work in the entertainment industry behind the scenes, aren’t you?”

…sounds like a super unprofessional thing for your mom to say on her first day of the job. However, the staff gave her leeway somehow after saying you were an aspiring makeup artist with a growing following. She said you could join in a few years, if you’d like. You still had time to think about it.

“So, how old is your daughter?” The employee asks.

“16.”

“What kind of makeup does she do?”

“She has a rather… broad spectrum. I could go into specifics but that would require me showing you examples and taking up your time.”

“Oh, go ahead! Besides, I could use a break from the work.”

The door to the elevator opens with a ding, both adults behind you not seeming to pay attention. You quickly but stealthy walk off the elevator, their attention still focused on your mom’s phone. As the doors close, they still don’t seem to notice, instead they continue going up, and you’re left alone in the quiet, empty hallway.

Somewhat quiet, actually. There was loud music coming from some of the rooms you could hear from outside as you walked by. Your phone buzzed in your hand, though you aren’t bothered to check it until another staff member sees you in the hall. She goes on her phone, types rapidly on the screen, and starts walking towards you.

You walk away from her at a quickened pace, turning the corner and beginning to run. You turn the corner again, briefly glancing at the rooms as you pass by, all of them with people inside and the lights on. Except for one.

The sound of steps sounded like it grew withe presence of multiple people, so you had no time to check and instead opened the door, and to your relief, no one was inside. You shut it quietly, hiding against the wall in hopes that the crowd passes by.

The buzzing from your phone earlier was frantic texts from your mom, asking where you went and specifying that the staff was now looking for you. You replied calmly that you ‘took yourself on your own tour’ and ‘got off as a joke in hopes she would notice’. You could practically hear her sigh at her phone as she responds with ‘i’ll keep you updated’ before leaving you on read.

You slide down against the wall, sitting and observing the environment around you. This was a dance studio, one of many that looked the same as some of the others. You didn’t want to get caught, so you stayed there for a bit on your phone, caught off guard at the sound of someone opening the door.

At first you panic, thinking someone from staff found you, but it was just some guy adorned in all black with a beanie and a mask, taking both of them off and somehow not noticing you.

You spoke too soon.

the first meet.

His eyes widened at the sight of you, the door he held open by a sliver. You hear something from outside.

“Jongseob, there’s some new hire’s daughter on the loose and she was last seen on this floor, have you seen her?” A staff member asks, the boy’s head peeking back in to look at you. You frantically shake your head and gesture for him to keep his mouth shut as he peeks out the door right after.

“I haven’t seen her, sorry.”

He fully closes the door this time, a sigh of relief escaping you as your eyes stayed glued on the boy that was nice enough to not snitch. “What are you doing here?” He asks, a reasonable question since you were in the studio for a reason other than dancing. “My mom works here. She’s starting today. And… I may or may not have gotten off the elevator too early.” You try to sum it up.

“Why?”

“Um, they were distracted. And I didn’t think the door would close right after I got off.”

“How did they even let you in?”

“I might work someplace like this as a makeup artist. When I’m older. My mom brought me along for her tour, and… that’s how I ended up here. I was running away from staff. If you want, I can leave.”

“I didn’t lie just for you to get out and defeat the whole purpose of it. It’s okay, you can stay as long as you need to.”

“Really? I’m not intruding?”

“My members won’t be here for the next little while, if you’re overwhelmed by the presence of multiple men.”

His joke makes you laugh, and you inch out of the corner you’re hiding in more, seeing him walk towards you and open the laptop on the desk. “How old are you now?” He suddenly asks, a question you find odd at first.

“16.” (international age = 14, turned 15 after a few weeks)

“Really? Me too.”

“You looked a little young. Are you a trainee?”

“I actually debuted a few weeks ago. We’re doing some promotional stuff and we have practice today.”

“Do you want me to leave when they arrive?”

“You can stay for now. It’s up to the leader if he wants you in or not. I guess if you aren’t distracting, you could watch. But I gotta wait for him.”

“I’ll check you guys out sometime. All the groups are listed in the lobby, so…”

“P1Harmony. You’ll find us easily.”

Quiet clicks come from the mousepad, as you merely stare up at him, who seems to be so focused on the screen in front of him. He looks up, then looks down at you, and your observing gaze fixed on his face. He ponders, before holding his hand out. “Nice to meet you. I’m–“

“Jongseob. You’re Jongseob.”

You finish his sentence for him, leaving him visibly surprised as you shake his hand.

“Um, I heard them say your name from the hall.” You explain, him nodding. “I’m Y/N.”

“That’s a pretty name.”

You find yourself blushing. “Thank you… um, also for not snitching. I texted my mom that I was okay, so everything should be fine now.”

“That’s good. Maybe don’t get off the elevator while she’s distracted next time.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Music starts playing from the speakers, Jongseob walking away to the center of the room to warm up. Your eyes are on him the entire time, since there was nothing else you could focus on. Even if you tried going on your phone, the music would draw your attention away from it.

You had a short attention span.

But watching Jongseob merely warm up seemed to prove otherwise. Your eyes were glued to his movements and small yet precise spotting, how precise he was when he matched every beat and transition. You stared at his reflection and his back the whole time, gaze moving to his face.

He caught you staring, looking back at you through the reflection of the mirror with a subtle smirk before going back to dancing.

He comes back to pause the music while you space out staring at the floor, as he takes off his beanie and runs his hand through his hair. “How’d I do? Seemed like I caught your attention.”

You clear your throat. “Good. Really good.”

He believes you have another reason you aren’t telling him, still deciding to sit down beside you despite doing so. “What are you doing?” You ask, looking at him. “Sitting with you. Why, does this bother you?”

“No. Just… I thought you’d be warming up more. That seemed short.”

“It seemed short because you were watching me. I was dancing for, what, a little over 10 minutes? I think I’ve warmed up enough.”

“Right.” You say, kind of understanding what he’s saying. “I like your hair. The colour is very pretty.” A light purple that could be described as lavender was what it was. It painted him as docile, gentle. He seemed to be so, given he was sitting with you like this along the side of the room.

“Thank you.” He smiles, sounding genuine. So genuine, in fact, that he smiles at you for the first time with his teeth showing, his hand covering his mouth right after. You take a mental note of that habit. “When did you start training?” You ask.

“When I was 12.” (international age = 10, turned 11 later that year due to late birthday)

“That young?! When I was 12 I was still scared of the concept of paragraphs…”

“I’ve always wanted to be a singer. Perform for others. There was a chance, so I took it.”

“I admire you for that. Taking risks that benefited you later in the future.”

“You took a risk today.”

“I did?”

“You stepped off the elevator and outran a bunch of staff successfully.”

“And I benefited from it how?”

“You met me.”

You’re unsure if he’s flirting with you, but your face heats up regardless. “Yet I’ll never see you again. But… I enjoy your company. And I appreciate your kindness.” When you look up from the ground, he’s handing you his phone, the keypad open.

“Let’s keep in touch.”

At first, you’re a little stunned at his boldness. But you accept his offer, typing in your phone number and letting him do the same with your phone right after. “I’ll try to text you back when I can. I’m pretty busy.”

“And I’ll try to not keep my phone on silent. I’ve missed so many interviews because of it…”

“For part-time jobs?” You nod. “I later learned they weren’t paying what they should be, so I guess I dodged a bullet.”

“Do you have a job now?”

“I work at a convenience store for income. My mom’s always saying I never needed to take a part-time job claiming we’re somewhat rich, but I wanted a bit of independence for myself. And I get free food and snacks sometimes, so that’s a bonus.”

“If I come visit, will I get free food?”

“Convenience store snacks are cheap enough already. Maybe I’ll give you ₩489 off.”

(₩489 = 0.50 cents)

He laughs at your offer. “I’ll take it.”

The door suddenly opens, five other men coming in all at once, stopping once they notice the two of you sitting together against the wall.

“Hello.” Jongseob greets, getting up. “Who’s that?” One of them asks, looking at you. “A… friend.” He responds.

“How did she get in here?”

“Long story.”

Their stares are reasonable, yet they make you feel uncomfortable as you feel out of place cooped up against the wall. Jongseob seemed to notice, shooting you a quick question. “Are you okay?”

The sound of his has your head turned to face him as you nod, acting like you weren’t spaced out prior. “I’m fine. This is the rest of your group?”

“Yeah. You can stay for practice if you’d like. I’ll ask Keeho.”

Surely they wouldn’t mind, you were just afraid you’d misinterpret their gazes for glares that would scare you off. “I would, but I should go. I already texted my mom earlier that I’d be leaving while she was still working. But I’ll leave. I don’t want to be… distracting.”

“You aren’t distracting at all.” He attempts to reassure you.

“Says the one who was looking at me through the mirror’s reflection.”

“Jongseob, should we warm up?” One of the boys asks, taking off their hoodie and beanie while they all simultaneously look at the two of you. That was an indirect invitation saying that they were about to start, him getting up his spot and lending you a hand to do the same.

“Thank you, Jongseob. I’ll text you.” He nods with a smile as you leave the room, your fast paced steps almost being heard from the inside of the room.

“Who was that, Jongseob?” Theo asks as the youngest walks over. “A new friend. She kinda abandoned her mom unintentionally and hid in here from the staff.”

“Oh, her. The people downstairs were talking about it.” Intak adds.

“In a good way or a bad way?”

“Mixed. How come her mom brought her here?”

“Y/N’s planning to work in the industry as a makeup artist, and her mom wanted to show her a potential place for hiring since she’s already working here.”

“She said she’d text you.” ‘What does that mean?’ Keeho meant to ask.

“I gave her my number.”

They’re all surprised, wide eyed and everything. “Really?”

“I wanna talk to her more. I think you guys scared her off.”

“We don’t look scary.” Intak looks at himself, then everybody else. Jongseob’s eyes dart over all five of them briefly. “You guys look terrifying.”

“As if you weren’t wearing the same thing when you left the apartment.” Theo sneers, looking at him weirdly. “Hey, she liked my hair and I saved her from a bunch of staff. I’m a pretty approachable person even with the coverups.”

“You approached her.” Theo retorts.

“And?”

Intak, very obviously antsy, whines. “Can we just start, please? We’ll talk about this later.” He groans in distress, convincing the rest of the boys to move on. Keeho speaks up first from the sea of silent stares.

“Let’s go, then.”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

On the way home from school, you usually take the shift right after at the convenience store you worked at. It was close to home but not far from school, you managed to be on time for majority of your shifts.

Your coworker seemed to be eye candy for the girls your age that came in, but you saw him more as an older brother figure. He was super nice and always filled in for when you weren’t feeling well, and frankly, you thought it was a bit strange girls your age were pining over a man in his late 20s.

You had your fair share of attraction to more famous people that were older than you, but the fact you knew your coworker long enough to know things about him kind of made some situations awkward. Sure, he was cute, but come on. He’s practically looking for an actual job already and the fact he’s stuck with you is because he actually enjoys his part-time and you two were always only available for the same time slot every day.

You weren’t working today. You knew he was. So you assumed that it would just be a straight shot walk home.

Until you remembered you were a victim of verbal harassment.

You never did anything wrong, you were just laughed at and picked on by a specific group of girls for a reason you didn’t know. You always believed it was because you were prettier than them, given that their crushes ended up all mutually pining over you rather than them.

It’s a joke that you laugh at with them at times, yet the girls still don’t seem to like you.

At least they weren’t cutting your hair or anything. You could take words but you couldn’t take a pencil being dug into your hand.

So when you saw those girls turn the corner, you ran, fingers crossed they didn’t see you.

“Y/N, come back! We have something to tell you!”

They saw you.

With your backpack almost falling off, and the sound of rapid footsteps that sounded like they were getting closer, you spot the convenience store you worked at and run in, your coworker behind the desk and watching you hide behind the shelf closest to the wall.

At first, you’re panting, out of breath and coughing as you try to get it back.

“Y/N?”

You look up.

Jongseob is standing there, fridge door held open by his hand with a drink in the other, small clouds of steam coming from the cool air hitting the heated room. “Hi.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You would’ve told him the truth if the story was so long. You peek up from the shelf, fully standing up when you see no one there. “Are you hiding from someone?” He asks, obviously and reasonably clueless as he lets the door close. You merely nod, seeing the girls out of the corner of your eye through the glass and ducking down again, dragging Jongseob along with you.

The bell above the door rings as shuffling can be heard going towards the counter.

“Shin-Il! We saw Y/N come in here, did you see her?” One of the girls’ ear piercing voices rings in your ears, their attempt at acting cute and desperate simply making you cringe. Luckily you told your coworker about your complicated situation with these girls. “No, sorry. She isn’t working today.”

While you’re mentally pleading that they don’t care enough to check around the store, Jongseob’s eyes stay on you and dart around just in case, being able to hear the brief conversation as he stares.

“We’re looking for her! Are you sure she isn’t in the bathroom or something?”

“She isn’t here. Maybe she went somewhere else.”

They all whine, leaving the store as you let out a sigh of relief. You look up to see Jongseob offering you a hand, which you accept, helping you up as you lean against the fridge door, in disbelief that those girls were so clueless.

“Why were they looking for you?”

“They hate me, that’s why.”

“Why would they hate you?”

“Because I’m prettier than them. Long story.”

“The boys they liked all ended up liking Y/N collectively. Friendly with the boys, tormented by the girls.” Shin-Il suddenly appears out of nowhere, handing you a small bottle of water. “Who’s this, Y/N?”

“My friend.”

“How do you two know each other?” Jongseob asks.

“We work together part-time. We always end up picking the same shifts, and I make sure she doesn’t get killed by her fellow classmates when they come to visit.”

“Are these girls really bullying you, Y/N? Have you brought it up with anyone?” Jongseob asks, the worry noticeable in his tone. “They haven’t physically harmed me. When you consider all the details, they’re just jealous.”

“I don’t know any of the details, and that’s why I’m concerned.”

“I’m fine, Jongseob, really. I think I just… need to stay in here for a while. Just in case they’re in any of the other stores.”

“I can walk home with you, if you’d like.” He starts. “Um, just in case they show up or something, I can like, cover you–“

“I’d like that.”

You cut him off with your straightforward answer, and he seemed to be content as he sends you a closed lip smile. “Are you ready to go? Do you want anything?” He asks, looking out the window just in case. “I haven’t eaten lunch today, but I don’t have enough money on me.”

“I can pay for you. Get whatever.”

“Really? But I don’t know when I’ll pay you back.”

“You don’t have to if you can’t.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Jongseob–“

“Y/N, please. It’s okay, really. If you want to stay here and eat, you can do that too. I’ll wait.”

You feel a bit guilty as you get yourself dosirak and a small container of banana milk, seated at the window seat as Jongseob pays for your food. He sits down beside you, looking at the window and staring at you through your reflection in it. “Is it okay if you can tell me why those girls don’t like you?”

You swallow. “It’s really not a big deal, Jongseob.”

“Yes, it is. I know we’ve only ever talked a few times through text, but I’m… it sounds concerning that they’re willing to chase you for a few insults.” You sigh, taking a sip of your banana milk before trying to rack together all the pieces of the story.

“Well, Shin-Il kind of explained it to you already. Those girls have a crush on some guys, and those guys, at one point, ended up liking me. Now I just make fun of them for it as an inside joke, so I’m friendly with them. They don’t like me in that way anymore. Those girls dislike me because the guys liked me instead of them. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah. That’s… stupid.”

“It is. They’re too ignorant to see that there’s really nothing there anymore. Otherwise, I feel we could be good friends. But I’m patient enough to wait until they realize their harassment was for a reason thats existence already faded away.” You continue to wolf down on your food, as hungry as you were, Jongseob merely keeping watch outside and of you. To make sure you weren’t choking, of course.

As you leave the store and your walk home begins, so does the empty feeling in the air.

“Are you sure the walk home isn’t far?” You ask. “No, I’ll be okay. It won’t be dark for a bit.”

“And… I promise I’ll pay you back, okay?”

“You really don’t have to…”

“Yes, I do. I know you’re an idol and all that, but you’re still a human with morals.”

“If you insist. But if you can’t, you don’t have to.”

“I will.”

Jongseob’s beanie hides his vibrant purple hair, and as much as you are disappointed you aren’t able to see it, you understand that it would be a dead giveaway that he was in the entertainment industry.

“I watched your show the other day.”

“Really? How did I do?”

“You were awesome! I think it’s cool that there’s an idol out there my age, and I’m friends with you, no less. You looked really good, too.”

“Thank you…” He wasn’t expecting to get so flustered over your compliments. Lucky he had no choice but to wear his mask. Jongseob watches as you bring your phone to your ear as you send a greeting over to the person on the other side of the line.

“I’m coming, I’m on my way home.”

“Yes, I’m okay. I’m with a friend right now.”

“He’s walking home after me, he’ll be okay.”

“Look, can you not be go crazy over this right now? I’ll talk to you later.”

“What do you mean ‘you want to meet him’?! You never want to meet anyone!”

“Okay, okay, fine, just stop screaming in my ear. Bye.” You end the call and let out a frustrated growl as you tighten your grip on your phone. “Everything okay?” Jongseob asks hesitantly.

“Just because I said I’m walking home with a ‘he’ my mom’s freaking out over it and now she wants to meet you.”

“I think I’ve run into your mom while at headquarters. She acknowledges me but is usually in a rush.”

“She’s usually late, that’s why. But she always gets one step ahead of her work, so she always gets excused. But seriously, is it just because you’re a guy that she wants to meet you? She didn’t ask to meet my other female friends and they just met her voluntarily while walking with me.”

“What about your dad?”

“Overseas for work. He’s coming back in a few weeks. He’s much more laid back. I think my mom is a bit… overprotective. I can understand that, but she could’ve asked me to introduce you without screaming at me…”

“Is she… abusing you?”

“God, no! It’s just one of those days, y’know? Maybe she got pissed off she stubbed her toe or something. And just because she always wants to keep watch over me, I feel like retaliating.”

“Is that why you stepped off the elevator?”

“Not really. Maybe.”

He can’t help but smile after uncovering your true motive.

As you approach the door, you have no choice but to knock given that your keys were probably buried somewhere deep in your backpack. Your mom opens the door with a relieved sigh as she opens her arms for a hug, which you reluctantly accept in front of Jongseob. “I’m so sorry for yelling at you, honey, I… I was having a bad day and I took it out on you and I was worried that–“

“Mom. It’s okay, I get it.” She smiles softly, any grudge you held against her melting away instantly. It was surprising how she was able to manipulate you so quickly. “You’re friends with Jongseob?” She asks.

“You know his name?”

“Of course I know his name, your mom works at FNC too.” She says, referring to herself in the third person. “Are you sure you can walk home alone? Isn’t it a bit far by foot?”

“I’ll be okay, ma’am.”

“I can give you a ride, it’ll be much faster.”

“My dorm isn’t too far from here and it won’t be dark for a while. Thank you for the offer.”

“Get home safe, okay?”

“I will. Bye Y/N.” He says his goodbyes as he walks away from the premises of your house, your mom letting you in and closing the door fully. “You didn’t tell me you were friends with Jongseob. I would’ve started bringing you to work after school so you don’t have to stay home alone. I could get you a pass to come in.”

“Isn’t that an abuse of your position?”

“I care about my daughter, what kind of abuse is that?”

You sigh followed by a smile as you begin to head up the stairs.

“You should’ve gotten his phone number before he left!” She yells before you disappear into your room.

“I already have it!” You yell back.

“Since when?”

You freeze, unable to think of an answer.

“Long story!”

“I have time!”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

“Shin-Il!”

“Shin-Il, I got this for you!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Shin-Il!”

You roll your eyes as the countless crowds of girls just keep coming into the store. As much as it was annoying, you were glad you basically hogged all the free time since Shin-Il just had to be at the counter to tend to the flock.

“You could be doing better things right now.” He says, turning back to look at you. “Like what?” You rhetorically ask, looking up from your phone. “Restocking the shelves, cleaning the floors, doing your homework.”

“I am a very diligent student, thank you very much.”

“You don't even go to cram school. What about your fans?”

“I already posted last week. They know how intricate the process can be.” He begins to leave when you stop talking. “Gonna use the bathroom. The minute you stand up, you’re on register duty for the rest of the shift.”

“Then I’m not gonna stand up.”

He snatches the phone out of your hand, dangling it above his head. “Hey!” You jump up, struggling to reach your phone. Curse men for being so tall. “Give it back!” He hands the phone back to you, putting a hand on your shoulder and whispering into your ear.

“Your shift begins now.”

Jerk.

“That wasn’t even fair!” Shin-Il ignores you as you hear a door from a distance shut and lock. You sigh, annoyed, shoving your phone in your pocket before briefly scanning whatever was in view in case it needed restocking.

You don’t seem to be paying attention, because by the time you blink, a person is waiting at the counter.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll take those.” You apologize, embarrassed, scanning the person’s items and bagging them for him. You’re struggling to make eye contact as the person pays you, insisting you keep the change as they walk off. “Next.” You call, the person in line putting his things on the counter.

“Did you find everything you–“ You look up to see Jongseob, an innocent, toothy smile on his face. You noticed his fang, something you couldn’t help but find charming. “Hi.”

“Hi. Slow today?”

“All the customers came for Shin-Il and that’s it. You’re the second person I’ve served today.”

“I’m honored.”

“I don’t even know where he is and why he’s taking so long in the stupid bathroom. Anyways, how come you came here? Isn’t there a place closer to your dorm?”

“I just happened to be in the area. I also wanted to see you.”

Your heart flutters at the thought, but you shove those feelings down before it can reach your head. “Really? You could’ve just went someplace closer.”

“I figured I’d come say hi. I feel like this is the only time we can see each other like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like normal teenagers with normal lives.”

He pays for his items, leaving a container of banana milk out of his grasp. “You forgot–“

“It’s for you. Take it.”

“Jongseob, how am I gonna pay you back?”

“Don’t.”

“But–“

“Shhh.” He leans in, sliding the container towards you. “Let me be nice to you, okay?” He pulls away, acting as if he wasn’t so bold a few seconds ago. “Do you want me to walk you home again? I’ll ask the guys to come find me so I won’t have to walk home alone.”

“I don’t– um... I’ll be off a bit late.”

“Which gives me more of a reason to walk with you. It’s dark and you’ll be alone.”

“You know I don’t live far.”

“And you know that this is a safer decision and you’re ultimately denying it for the sake of my safety and convenience.”

“Jongseob, your safety matters way more than mine. You’re a freaking idol, for God’s sake. And I thought you came alone, what do you mean the guys can find you?”

“We decided to go out together. We ended up splitting up to explore and look around by ourselves. I think I’m the only person that went alone."

"I can tell. Did you ask them if they wanted anything?"

"Theo and Jiung are grabbing food for later." He pauses. "My offer still stands." He reminds, persistent. You look at him, appreciating his kindness but unsure if he was willing to wait. "I don't get off until 8."

"I'll walk around after I eat. You can call me when you're done."

Though you feel a bit guilty, it really seemed like he wasn't backing down. "Sure. Thanks. You're also holding up the line." He smiles before taking his items with him as he finds a seat, you taking the banana milk and sliding it closer to you and to the side. Shin-Il finally comes back after taking who knows how long in the bathroom, eyes landing on your friend.

"He's here again. You two must be close."

"Eh... lucky circumstance. What were you even doing in the bathroom, you weirdo?"

"What else would I be doing besides use it for its intended purpose?"

"No one pisses for 5 minutes, Il. You aren't fooling anyone. Is it that girl you're talking to?"

"I am not talking to anyone."

"When those girls find out they are gonna freak."

"I was buying tickets for a thing."

"I thought all public events were closed. You aren't that slick."

"Okay, maybe it is about that girl, but we're just going somewhere, that's all. But I was buying tickets for an exhibition, she loves art."

"Aw, how cute. So when's the wedding?" You take a sip from the small container of banana milk Jongseob bought for you, noticing he isn't in his seat anymore. How did he eat so fast? "Y/N, can you do restocks? We'll make more sales if I'm at the counter."

"You aren't that handsome. The schoolgirl rush is over, no one's gonna come in."

You were wrong.

Many people came in, just not his usual audience, but at least they weren't all up on him. You could hear the compliments from the fridge, but nothing seemed to bother you or him one bit.

As you take an empty box to the back, you go to grab another one until Shin-Il stops you. "I'll take it from here. Mun-Hee clocked in early. And you have a visitor." He pats your back as you get up, seeing Jongseob waving at you with a smile, taking his phone out and showing you the screen.

"It's 8 o'clock."

At first, you're shocked by his dedication, but frantically hurry to the back to clean up and grab your things in order to not keep him waiting. When you get back, you see him talking with your coworker, and you interrupt in order to stop Shin-Il from potentially saying anything embarrassing.

"All ready? Let's go."

You both say your goodbyes as you walk out the store, Mun-Hee nudging Shin-Il in the side. "Kid's got a boyfriend now?" She asks, only receiving a shrug in return. She's content with the answer, going back to your unfinished restocking job.

"You really did mean it when you said you'd wait."

"Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?"

"Sometimes people change their minds or things happen out of their control that they just can't make it."

"I just walked around the park nearby and stuff. And– oh, I just remembered something." He stops, taking his beanie off and putting it on your head, revealing the alluring lavender that coloured his hair, something you secretly found appealing. You don't even have time to process that you were wearing the hat that covered his beautiful colour. "Jongseob, your hair. People might recognize you."

"Brought an extra. It's a bit late, so I doubt I'll get asked for a photo."

"So you planned this?"

"Whenever you send me selfie updates, you're never wearing a hat. You aren't even wearing a scarf, are you not freezing?"

"I am. I didn't think it'd get this cold, so I didn't bring one since it was warmer this morning."

"It'll always be colder at night, Y/N. You need to remember that, especially since you're working late."

"Did you even wash this?"

"Five times through the cycle. You seem to like it when we see each other, and conveniently, colder weather is approaching so I thought you should have it. You don’t have any hats at home?”

“I forgot to bring one. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. No need to pay me back, by the way.”

By the time you look back at him, his hair is covered again with another beanie, his stealthiness making you stifle a chuckle. “What?”

“I like your hair. I sometimes wish you didn’t have to hide it.”

“Well, I don’t necessarily hide it, I usually just wear hats because it’s more comfortable for me. A lot of people are dyeing their hair now, so I don’t think I’ll get recognized if I didn’t wear one.”

“How many people have you seen with purple hair in public?”

“Quite a few people, actually. So do you want me to take it off?”

“Huh? Why? Aren’t you cold?”

“At least I have a scarf. And you said you wished I didn’t have to hide it.”

“Weren’t you the one who said we shouldn’t risk anything when asking to walk me home?”

“Fair. But that’s a completely different scenario. I took a risk going down the path I’m still on today.”

“That is irrelevant.”

“Worth a shot.”

He walks with you to your door again, ringing the doorbell as you waited an unusually long time for your mom to answer.

“My mom said she could get me a card for FNC so I could stay there instead of alone at home after school. I tell her once and I’m already being pampered.” You laugh, Jongseob’s face lighting up. “Really? You should text me when you arrive! I’ll come find you, and I won’t bother if you have homework to do!”

“She hasn’t gotten it for me yet, I’m still thinking about it.”

“You should say yes so we can see each other in person more often! As long as your school isn’t far from headquarters, though.”

“We see each other when we call.”

“Seeing you like this is often just my luck. Otherwise I’m busy practicing or resting in the dorms. I like being able to talk to you in person.”

And as he smiles, that same one always on his face whenever you two seem to be together, you remember that he’s still just a kid. He’s the same age as you and he’s already in the spotlight, under the watchful eyes of so many fans through their screens.

You get to see him beyond that screen. You’ve been able to see him, meet him, know him beyond his idol persona. And he’s comfortable enough to share who he really is with you. You feel grateful for that.

The front door opens, your mom welcoming you in and noticing your friend by the door as well. “Jongseob, what a nice surprise! Such a coincidence you two ran into each other again. Thank you for walking with Y/N.”

“You’re welcome, Mrs. L/N.”

“Do you need a ride back?”

“Jongseob!” Someone calls, a group of five guys crowded outside your house, which you then identify as his group. “Let’s go, dude! Food’s gonna get cold.” Another one adds.

“I should get going. See you tomorrow, hopefully?” He asks, almost promising.

“Yeah. See you tomorrow.”

You both stand there for a moment, looking at each other as if you were anticipating something as your mom goes ahead inside, the door still open. He suddenly steps forward and wraps his arms around you, one of his hands resting on top of your head.

You’re surprised, but return the hug carefully before he pulls away, sending you a small wave as he goes to join his group in departing.

Jongseob feels an elephant in the room as he walks with them, Theo carrying on a conversation that didn’t seem to make the vibe go away. It doesn’t seem to until they all got back to the dorm, when they started eating.

“That’s a different hat. What happened to the other one?” Intak asks rhetorically. “Y/N had it.” Soul answers nonchalantly, not seeming to understand the sarcasm behind it. “I gave it to her. She was cold.”

“Is she borrowing it?” Jiung asks. “I gave it to her. It’s hers now.” Jongseob reiterates, his point clarified.

“How does Soul know her name and we don’t?” Keeho asks, mouth full. “I talk to her all the time, do you not hear?” Everyone but Soul shakes their head. “She’s nice.” Soul adds.

“Hopefully she can come after school tomorrow. Her mom is trying to get her admission in so she doesn’t have to stay at home.”

“You met her mom?” Intak asks, Jongseob nodding. “I run into her in the halls, sometimes in the elevator.”

“What was the hug for? I swore she looked like she could’ve fallen asleep in your arms.” Theo asks, pointing out something that had Jongseob questioning.

“I… I don’t know.”

his first crush.

“I was feeling nice, I guess. It was cold. She looked cold.”

Jongseob didn’t really have a reason. He couldn’t think of why he left you off with a hug that night. The question kept him up all night.

Along with the speed of his racing heart.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

seob

seobie

jongseob

hi sorry

whats up?

my mom is looking for you what dance room are you in

why is she looking for me?

has to give you something? idk she told me to ask

okay im in 205

thanks

Jongseob puts his phone down and goes back to warming up, taking off his hat and focusing on himself. More specifically, his hair.

‘I really like your hair. I sometimes wish you didn’t have to hide it.’

Why couldn’t he get that out of his head?

As the song begins to end, he hears a knock on the door, finishing off and pausing the music before answering. He opens the door to reveal you, still in your school uniform.

“Hi!” You greet. At first, he’s stunned. You’re really here, and you’re really visiting him. “I got a card from the front desk.” He’s still standing there, jaw slack, staring at you in disbelief. All of a sudden, he’s hugging you, hiding your face in his shoulder as he looks up to check the halls, guiding you in and closing the door.

“Don’t want them to see you. But hi.” He mutters, clearing his throat after pulling away.

“They know I’m here. Have you warmed up yet? Are the rest of them coming?”

“Not for a while. I think I’ll take a break–“

“You dyed your hair!”

He freezes as your hand goes up to touch it. His color changed from lavender to a deep, light red. “Yeah. Do you like it?”

“It looks really good on you.”

“Do you prefer this or the purple?”

“Honestly, you look good with any color.” You sit down on the ground, opening your backpack but pausing before going any further. “Can I do my homework? I have one question left and it’s super easy.”

“Go ahead.”

Jongseob can’t help but focus on you the whole time, when you take your papers and pencils out, when you read through the worksheet, when you begin to write, so concentrated in the moment. He finds himself staring, and you do too.

“All done.” You look up to see him returning your gaze, something there when your eyes meet. “What was so interesting about me and my schoolwork?”

“Huh?”

“You were staring at me.”

He flushes, shaking his head and denying immediately. “No! I wasn’t!”

“Come on, you can admit it. You think I’m pretty.”

“I–“

“I think you’re pretty.”

You cut him off, answering with no shame and an innocent smile on your face. He can’t help but think you mean more than you really do. “You do?”

“Oh, I do. Your hair, your face, your style. It all compliments so well. Take it from me, I’m an artist.”

He thinks to himself as you await his answer. “I think you’re pretty too.”

“Really?”

“Really pretty.”

You both have the same kind of war going on in your head. You wish the other really meant it, but something was holding you back from believing they did. To outsiders, you looked like two people in love. In your head, you were hoping he really meant what he was saying.

“I, um, hope you don’t mind if I stay in for practice. And I do want to talk to you before your members get here.” You try to divert the conversation with the atmosphere telling you closure was needed. “Yeah, we’re working on our comeback actually, so…” He holds out his pinkie.

“You have to promise not to tell anyone. Not a peep.”

You lock your own with his. “Promise.” You both giggle at the gesture as your fingers pull away. “I know this is gonna sound like a really stupid, cheesy question, but do you mean it?”

The way you start off catches his attention. “Do I mean what?”

“When you said I was pretty.”

He’s stunned, stuck in place as he stares at you while forgetting to answer. “I know we’re still young, but I’ve had my heart toyed with before. And all he did was laugh.” You scooted closer to him. “So what I’m asking is, ‘seob, do you really think I’m pretty? Or are you just being nice?”

“What answer are you hoping to hear?”

“That you do. That you mean everything you’ve ever said to me.”

He’s frozen, all he can do is stare into your eyes as you await a response. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I do mean it. You, Y/N, are one very pretty girl.”

“How many pretty girls do you see while out for work?”

“Many. None of them are as pretty as you.”

her first crush.

You know you’re the one that instigated this conversation, but still, you can’t help but blush at his response. “You’re all red.” He points out. “Do my words really mean that much to you?”

“All I wanted was closure.”

The door opens, Jongseob patting your head and joining the rest of the guys as if he didn’t just have you melting a few seconds ago.

You sat in the corner of the practice room, your face still hot, and your eyes focused on Jongseob the entire time.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

i want you to come visit but my mom isnt letting any visitors in the house

how come?

apparently we’re having a dinner party here in a few days or something? idk shes trying to keep it clean beforehand cuz my dad is finally coming back from his trip

he’s been overseas for how long??

a few months now, some promotion that he got resulted in him staying longer

oh wow

well you could come over to my dorm

actually?

i gotta ask the guys first

oh if u have to ask then its okay maybe next time

they said yes

i hear them cleaning up

what

are you coming or not

omw

You knock on their door, and when no one responds, you call Jongseob, and it suddenly opens to reveal sight of him holding the phone up to his ear.

“You have… a lot of stuff.” He points out, eyeing the large bag you’re carrying. “Are you sleeping over or something?”

“I actually… if it’s okay with you… wanted to do your makeup. I know you’ve been saying how much you want to try it and stuff and I figured we could do it if I saw you today but I forgot to ask–“

“Absolutely. Yes, please, come in, no one’s in my room. ‘Cause… I share a room, and, Jiung’s out and the rest are watching a movie.”

“I get it. I get your whole rooming thing. Am I gonna be in trouble for being here?”

“Not if you don’t get caught.”

“How mischievous of you. If you were to ever get into a scandal with me, would you care?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind that at all.”

You laugh it off as if your face wasn’t on fire, closing the door to his shared room.

“Ew, are they gonna make out in there?” Intak says in disgust with fake repulsion. “Just because Jongseob can get a girlfriend and you can’t is not a valid reason to be petty.” Keeho holds back his laugh. “Theo– you can’t say that! That is not funny!”

“Then why are you laughing?”

“…watch the movie.”

Meanwhile, in Jongseob’s room, you finish off his base, tapping brushes against palettes before gently stroking the pigments against his face. His eyes, specifically. The medium shade brought out the orange in his hair, but really, you’ve been wanting to try out a specific look for a while.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why?”

“Makes me feel old.”

“You’re older than me.”

“I’m the same age as you. Now hush.”

He blows a raspberry as you do his eyeliner, a miracle it didn’t smudge or that you didn’t mess up in any way. It was almost adorable how eagerly he nodded when you showed him your container of extra rhinestones.

You hand him a mirror, putting your extra equipment away before finding a tube of lipstick. “Wow.” is all he says until he puts the mirror down and sees you putting on said lipstick. “Oh, you were actually gonna… do that part?”

“Oh, no. I was just swatching. It’s a pretty shade, don’t you think?” Your lips are painted with a vibrant shade of red, bold and eye-catching as you turned to face your friend who’s struggling to keep his jaw from hanging. “Yeah. Really… bright.”

“Well, you know my style. Bold and bright. I decided to… take a break for a change. And I took it out on you.”

“You call this a break? I look fabulous.”

“It’s the rhinestone effect. But yes, this is a break since I only do my face most of the time. And the colours are neutral, but defined. Makeup therapy for me is a total stress reliever, but obviously my face can’t handle powders daily. And… I really needed this, especially after this week.”

“Exams?”

“I took them already.”

“This early?”

“I’m taking AP classes since I don’t do cram school. My school is aware, and honestly, surprised at my career choice. Peer pressure is getting to me more than it should.”

“I hope you don’t feel guilty about this in any way. You’re so talented.”

“My only talent is this. Maybe I’ll work behind the scenes in the entertainment industry all my life. And… there’s something else I need to tell you.”

“What is it?”

You exhale. “I got the job.”

“The job?”

“I’m your travelling makeup artist. I’ll be going with you for future tours and everything.”

He can’t stop his jaw from dropping now. “No way. You’re serious?” He asks, watching you nod eagerly as a big smile grows on his face, going in for a hug which you tightly return. “Y/N– that’s amazing! Does this mean I’ll get to see you every day?”

You nod. “It’s why I’m taking AP. Maybe I’ll switch next year, but I’m exempt from classes because of my success.”

“Wow, so privileged.”

“I’m just good at my job.”

You hear him chuckle, his eyes focused on you and that damn red lip. “I’m proud of you. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you.” You stifle a laugh. “I’m sorry, it’s just hard to take you seriously with the makeup.”

“You’re the one that did it!”

“You’re never in my style, and it’s over the top!”

The door opens and you immediately pull away from Jongseob, taking out cleansing products after sorting everything else in your bag. Theo stands there, still, staring at your friend all glammed up.

“How do I look?” Jongseob asks with dramatic poses to show off his makeup, Theo taking out his phone and taking pictures of him silently. “You did this?” He asks you, pointing at the boy that had your heart racing. “Did I do good?”

“He looks great. You should come out and show the guys.”

“I don’t wanna watch the movie out there though.”

“You can go back in here and continue making out with Y/N or whatever it is that you were doing in here in the first place.”

“I was not– hey!” Theo’s dragging Jongseob out of the room by his wrist, unable to keep his grip on the doorframe as you hear him groan. You can all hear the guys gushing over Jongseob’s face from the room, poking jokes at him and teasing him.

“Is that lipstick? Did she kiss you?!”

“No, no, nothing like that! She was swatching and it must’ve smudged on me…”

“I thought you two were kissing when I walked in.”

“We hugged.”

“Sure.” One of them snarkily replies.

“I’m gonna tell you who dies if you don’t stop talking.” You hear Jongseob threaten, referring to the movie that was currently on pause in the living room.

“No!”

He silently comes back to the room, seeing you sitting there, cleansers still out as he shuts the door. “Is there really lipstick on me?” He asks, turning his head so you could see all angles of his face. “Oh, right there. How did I not notice that?” You get up with a makeup wipe, swiping it gently against the mark until is goes away.

It was only until you moved away that you noticed how close you were, and that he notice something missing. “You wiped off your lipstick already?”

“I told you I was swatching. I took photos.” ‘And I could see the way you looked at me.’ You thought. “I’d like to post them, but you’re an idol and all, so…”

“A shame, really. Do you wanna eat? Jiung got some takeout, and I don’t wanna take off your hard work for a little while.”

“Sure, but don’t expect me to take you seriously while you’re all glammed up.”

“You did this to me!”

“We are not having this conversation again.”

his first love, where he can’t imagine being with anybody else but you.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Jongseob’s met a lot of pretty girls. As an idol, it’s only natural he has to work with them, be in the same premise as them. Yet he can never see anything more to them because they aren’t like you.

Your snarky replies, your teasing, your genuine questions and need for reassurance, your automatic response to rely on him, contact him whenever you’re feeling overwhelmed. Maybe it was because he’s spent so much time with you that he built this connection, but he learned that no one else could replicate this feeling he was so comfortable with.

This feeling that he only felt with you.

His members teased him mercilessly, especially on your first day on the job. You were assigned to him and specifically him (according to a colleague, he requested you), and every time anyone of his fellow group saw you working so close with him, they’d start laughing.

Jiung and Intak would take Jongseob’s phone from him if they were to ever find him on call with you. Keeho would give him those looks whenever he saw him smiling at his screen, and on his screen was you. Theo and Soul… they left him alone for the most part. They’d say hello and you guys would chat, but of course, Theo with his natural older brother energy, would occasionally tease him about it, usually through complaints.

“Jongseob, can you stop talking to your girlfriend and go to sleep? We have practice tomorrow.”

“Geez, you wanted her to swatch on you, didn’t you?”

“Watch where you’re going with that! I know you’re practically in love with her, but you should still pay attention to your surroundings!”

Soul simply encouraged the idea of you two together.

“She really likes you, I can tell.”

“Will you be out of the dorm more often when you two start dating?”

“You got her a ring? When is the wedding?”

And all Jongseob really wanted was to figure out if you really did like him or not. Because he felt like he could never experience such euphoria with anyone other than you.

He was only 18, why did he seem so sure about this? His mind was certainly older.

The door to the studio opens, and you enter, dropping your school bag onto the floor and looking absolutely spent.

“Are you okay?” He asks as you walk over, head in his chest. “Not even a hello?” You joke, looking up at him. “Tired. Long day. School’s a real pain in the ass when you have things to do outside of it. You’re lucky you’re busy enough that you don’t have to go.”

“Sometimes I wish I could. I’d enroll at your school and take all the classes with you so I’m not alone. Speaking of school, what happened to those girls who chased you?”

“Oh, them?” You laugh. “We’re cool now. One of them apologized to me. The rest followed. It took one longer than the rest to muster up the courage. They thought I hated them which is why they couldn’t talk about it in the first place, which is understandable.”

“Did you forgive them?”

“Not right away. I accepted their apology, but I’ll talk to tomorrow. It’s a little bit scary leaving work in fear of being chased and they kinda ignited that in me. I could never hate them, though. Maybe that’s a lie, but I guess when I thought I hated them, I was just afraid.”

“You’re so insightful it’s honestly attractive.” You look at him, amused. “Are you flirting with me, Jongseob?”

“Oh, I’m just being honest.”

“Sure. Your birthday just passed and your ego is suddenly through the roof.”

“Well, I am Kim Jongseob, so maybe my ego should’ve been through the roof a while ago.”

“Now you’re just sounding arrogant.”

“I’m just better.” You roll your eyes, looking at the computer in the corner of the room on the counter. “Can I change the music?” You ask, watching him walk over and open the right tab for you. You change the keyboard language to English, searching up a name so fast he doesn’t comprehend that the music already started. You walk away as he stays and reads the name off the screen.

Clementine – grentperez

He looks at you, who happened to already be waiting for him in the center of the room. He walks over, spinning you around and catching you, visibly surprised when the singing begins. “It’s in English?”

“Mhm.”

“Can you understand it?”

“A little bit. Otherwise, I like how it sounds. Can you understand it?”

“I’ve been getting better… at least I try to. It sounds good.”

“I should send you more of his works. I think you’d like those too.” You feel his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close enough into a hug. “Is this okay?” He feels you nod against his chest, your arms wrapping up and around his neck as the two of you simply sway to the music that filled the room.

To be in Jongseob’s arms, your best friend’s arms, like this was something you didn’t know you wanted to experience for as long as you could. This felt intimate, feeling closer with him like this more than any other hug you’ve shared.

You two probably looked like idiots to anyone that would walk in, but it was just the two of you, and all you could think about was how comfortable it was in each other’s arms.

There’s a spark. A spark that turns into a growing flame when your eyes meet. A flame that you wanted to keep ablaze but was on the edge of extinguishing. “You… you look really pretty.” He suddenly stutters, the flame growing a little bit more. “Thank you.”

“I really want to kiss you. Really, really bad.”

His abruptness catches you off guard, and it’s almost funny how the song began to near its climax.

“I’m sorry, was that too forward? Forget I said–“

“No one’s stopping you.”

It’s so cliche how the song reached its peak when his lips are on yours. You both were young, yet your minds were older. To kiss someone at such a moment for the first time in your life only made you fall in love with him even more, and really, you never thought you’d experience it so soon. With an idol, no less.

“Kim Jongseob!”

The sound of his name makes both of you pull away and look at the door, Intak, Jiung, and Theo standing there like they’ve seen a ghost. “What the hell are you doing?!” Intak exclaims, probably more aggressive than he meant to.

You both stand there, dumbfounded, and it wasn’t until you were back in your head that you both decide to separate from each other instantly. They looked angry. They probably didn’t feel that way, but in the moment, you felt humiliated. One second later, your face is hidden in his chest again, feeling his other hand on your back.

“I’m sorry.” You mutter against him, his hand patting your back reassuringly. “No, there’s nothing for you to be sorry about.”

“Don’t you feel the slightest bit embarrassed? Your friends just walked in on us kissing.”

“Oh, I do, absolutely. They’ll never let me hear the end of it.” You look up at him, and he’s smiling. “Then why don’t you seem that way?”

“Because I was kissing you.” Your heart beats faster than it ever has before when you’re with him. “You’re the only girl they’d want to see me kiss in the first place. Lucky for you, you’re the only girl I’ll ever wanna kiss in my whole life.”

“Since when did you get so romantic?”

“Since the day I met you in this very studio.”

Your worries suddenly melt away at his words, further assured he feels the same way you do.

“I really don’t mean to interrupt this very sentimental moment, but we have practice, so can you guys hurry it up a little bit?” Intak speaks up, appearing behind Jongseob out of nowhere. You pull away, going to get your things in the corner of the room, realizing he was following you. “You’re not gonna stay?” He asks, holding onto your hand.

“I have schoolwork to do, ‘Seob. And I need to talk to my coworkers at my part-time.” He pouts. “I know there’s so much more we need to talk about, but I’m eating into your practice time right now. I’ll call you, okay? We see each other tomorrow. Promise.” You squeeze his hand, feeling his other hand on top of yours.

“I thought you already quit that job.”

“They’re still my friends. I check in with them from time to time.” He sighs. “Goodnight, Y/N.” He kisses your forehead before letting you go.

Once you’re out of sight of the doorway, you can’t help but giggle and jump around out of pure excitement. You catch sight of Keeho and Soul in the hallway, greeting them briefly. “What’s got you so excited?” Keeho asks.

“He kissed me.” You watch his expression change to match yours, jumping around with you in the middle of the hallway. “No way! Are you serious?”

“The rest of them walked in on us…”

“I’ve literally been waiting for months for him to make a move and the one time I decide to leave later– ugh, I’m so happy for both of you!”

“And then he…” You point to your forehead. “He…” Keeho puckers his lips while you nod, the both of you proceeding to squeal almost too loud in the hallway. “Girl, please, you two are literally so freaking cute, you need to tell me more!”

“I really need to leave, I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay, we’ll see you tomorrow!”

You’re on your way to the convenience store, relieved to see both Mun-Hee and Shin-Il behind the counter, both of them equally shocked to see you there. “Y/N! I thought you were working.” Shin-Il says.

“I need to tell you guys something. Can I still come back here?”

“No. But you used to work here, so whatever.” An indirect invitation to come behind the counter given by Mun-Hee. “Judging from the look on your face, you either made progress with Jongseob or made out with Jongseob.” She adds.

“I kissed him, thank you very much.”

“Oh, shit.” She curses. “And he did it first?” You nod. “Damn, girl! He’s really down bad for you!”

“Is he your boyfriend now? He should be.” Shin-Il asks. “We didn’t have time to talk about it… he’s in a dance practice right now and I promised I’d call him.”

“Honey, no. This is the kind of thing you talk about in person. If he’s really dedicated and really loves you, he’d tell you. But with the amount of times you’ve breached health protocols with something to say about him, I think he really does love you in that way. But still, call him later. You promised.”

“You give all this advice as if you’ve ever been in an actual relationship.” Shin-Il jokes, resulting in a death glare from the most helpful former coworker in the moment. “Listen to her, not me.”

“Obviously.”

The welcoming bell chimes as someone enters, coming to the counter as quick as they came in. Mun-Hee looks in awe at the person as he stops at the counter, face lighting up. “We still on for tonight?” He hands her two 5000 won bills.

“Mhm.” She says in the most obvious lovesick tone, sliding the man’s items back towards him as she gives him his change. “I’ll see you later, Mun.”

You hold back a laugh at the nickname, glancing between her and the man as he leaves the store.“Who even is that guy?”

“They’ve been hooking up but then they actually started liking each other for more than the sex. Total K-drama material.”

“She did not need to know that!”

“If she can tell us about her love life, I can tell her about yours.”

“This is something entirely different! And what about you? Does she know that your little girlfriend calls you Shinnie now?”

You can’t hold back your laughter. “Pfft– Shinnie!? You guys are so corny!”

“Don’t you call your boyfriend ‘Seob’?” Shin-Il retorts. “Okay, but that’s just his name shortened. At least she didn’t add or double anything to it.” Mun-Hee reasons, receiving an eye roll from her coworker.

“I can’t believe we’re all in relationships now.” She adds. “I can’t believe you’re in a relationship! You’re so grouchy all the time, it’s hard to believe anyone would love that. You too, Y/N! You’re only 18 and you already kissed someone.”

“You still haven’t kissed anyone at your old age?!” You exclaim.

Mun-Hee sighs. “Can you tell it’s been rough without you here?”

“Definitely.”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

“So does my dad approve?”

You ask as Jongseob enters your bedroom, shutting the door gently before sitting across from you on your bed. “Of course he approved, I’m Kim Jongseob.”

Your dad had to go on another trip, which was prolonged, right after his first one due to a promotion offer that was promised if he continued to work efficiently overseas for a little longer. He got the promotion. He didn’t come back until mid-2021, and you didn’t tell him about your little relationship until today.

“I bet he’s pissed at me. I swore I meant to tell him, I just forgot.”

“He isn’t. He’s just… very surprised.”

“Understandable. I may or may not have rambled to him about you.”

“Did you say anything embarrassing?”

“No.”

“Then what did you say?”

“He asked me what I loved about you. It’s a long list.”

“We have time.”

He chuckles. “Okay, well, I said I love that you’re such a hard worker, and how devoted you are to anything that you do, how you never settle for less. How there’s a sparkle in your eye only I’m able to see when you get excited. How beautiful you are when you’re at your happiest, when you’re doing something that brings you comfort. Should I keep going?”

You’re too flustered to answer his question. “What did he say?”

“‘When’s the wedding?’”

You hit him playfully, hiding your face in the side of his arm, embarrassed that your face was so warm from something so simple. “You really noticed all of those little things?”

“Of course I did, you’re my girlfriend.”

You wanted to kiss him so bad in that moment, being interrupted by your mom barging in the room. She simply stares at both of you. “You’re nearly 19, I expect you to know what we don’t wanna hear in this house.” She closes the door, Jongseob getting up to lock it this time.

“My mom’s gonna get so suspicious next time she tries to open the door.”

“Valid. But we know our boundaries, don’t we?”

You fulfill what you imagined in your head, kissing him briefly and pulling away when you feel his hand tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Wanna know something?” He mutters.

“What?”

“I don’t think I could ever love someone else the same way I love you.”

“Is that so?”

“Honey, I admire you. You’re amazing.”

“Speak for yourself, mister. So talented and famous for it. I think we’ve been keeping these words bottled up for years when we were just friends.”

“Mhm. There’s so much more I wanna say.”

“We have time.”

“It’ll take all week.”

“I have all the time in the world when I’m with you.”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

🐺: guys where is jongseob

🐶: is he not at y/n’s house??

🐺: we have a shoot tomorrow why is he at y/n’s house

🐿️: the shoot is next week are u dumb

🐺: damn bro mb

☀️: they’re gonna get married someday i just know it

🍟: he wanted her ring size (о´∀`о)

🐺: why is he there anyway??

☀️: he went to meet her dad

🐿️: OKAY JONGSEOB I SEE U MEETING THE FAMILY

🐯: are you guys talking bad about me

🐶: nah we’re just thinking about what kind of ring ur gonna get her

🐯: im still 18 calm down 💀 y/n’s dad said the same thing

☀️: even mr. l/n agrees

🍟: how is y/n?

🐯: she’s good, i actually might stay over tonight

🐺: WHAT

🐶: on a weekday is crazy

☀️: why arent u coming home?

🐯: she fell asleep on me i dont wanna wake her up

🐿️: do you have clothes?

🐯: 👍

🐶: bro is prepared he predicted this

🍟: say hi to her for me!!!!

🐯: alr goodnight guys im lowkey tired

🐺: jongseob sleeping early? thats new

🐯: i hope you have nightmares

and if you’re fadin’, then honey i’ll be fadin’ too. darling, i don’t even know who i am without you. 🎧

[triaelf9]

you and your art are absolute trash grow up and get a life you pathetic waste of air

oh honey! I was wondering if you'd show up now that I'm doing well again and doing some full, legit CR work! And you must be SO MAD about it, given you're going to waste this side account on me since you usually try to anon-harass me lol XD

Probably didn't tell me to kill myself this time b/c you had to put an account name on to actually get to me. You have literally been harassing critter artists for like the last 7 or so years, and you think I need to get the life? oh HONEY, the fact that we live rent free in your head is honestly laughable.

But yeah, yearly hate message checked off, thank you for informing me that I'm doing well enough to make you so so SO mad, it's always a bright spot in my day that I've pissed you in particular off lol XD

Hope you're well, and maybe get some therapy!

(as a note to ppl reading this, don't interact with them, just go block and report pls so they don't get the chance to harass other folks who don't know their tactics and could be hurt by them ^_^)

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N = Let me know if you guys want me to expand on this. I just thought it was a fun little idea, and I think there's some potential here.

C/W = Language?, Talk of oral [M->F], WAKING y/n with oral [M->F].

Full Story right here: Rules are Meant to be Broken ❤️‍🔥

"You're dripping like honey, my little firecracker. So, so beautiful all of the time for me. I love seeing you like this."

Rengoku was captivated by your sweet little pussy. He could never get enough of you. When he'd stay over he'd go down on you every night before bed. He'd wake you up with his tongue licking the skin where your soft thighs touched as you slept. You learned quickly that if you wanted to have the best wake up ever, it would serve you well to sleep on your back.

There was one catch to all of this: Kyojuro did not like it when you swore. It seemed a simple enough request when he sat you down and talked to you about it.

"My little inferno, I must ask a favor of you. May I?" Ever formal in his requests, that's when he sat you down and told you he'd prefer it if you didn't use such foul language. And if there was just no way possible for you to resist 'setting your tongue ablaze' in your daily constitutions, then at the very least, could you please forfeit staining his ears when you're around him

"And if I do, use such language?" You'd ask him, the sparkle in your eyes nearly made his cock twitch in his pants.

"Then I won't touch you for the next 24 hours."

Dividers // @ cafekitsune

Artwork // artist is @nana.yin.nana on ig

[pygmi-says-hi]

Advice on writing piano without knowing crap about music, please.

OH MY GOD I ACTUALLY PLAY PIANO haha this is crazy.

I'm guessing you mean like writing the sound? or just notes and stuff that would make sense?

Here:

white keys: FACE, EGBDF, the 'whole notes' as my teacher called them. the acronyms are the notes.

black keys: flats and sharps. just like the other notes but with a little hat on them. and they sound different.

Middle C is in the middle of the piano's range; most songs start in this octave's area, but not always.

Pianos have three pedals, which control the quality of the sound. Making the notes sharper, longer, or softer.

Piano music is lovely because of its rich, haunting sound. I've heard piano music described as rainfall, ghostly choirs, melted honey, and other succulent sounds.

Sheet music has measures and looks like a long grid. If your character is reading it, they go 'measure by measure.' If the character is writing music, they'll have a blank measure and then draw in the notes.

honestly, you don't need to know a lot. Listen to piano music on Spotify/Apple Music whatever, and think of the adjectives that associate with it.

describing the feel of the keys: they are cold, smooth, and feel like porcelain. depending on how hard you hit them, the sound varies in strength. The top of the piano opens on a Grand piano, but any baby grands or normal ones stay closed.

The sounds are created with hammers and strings, which need to be tuned regularly. if the piano is out of tune, it sounds awful.

warmups for piano include scales, simple melodies, Chopsticks (a song), perhaps singing along.

Idk how detailed you want to go with piano so I just gave you some concepts to think about.

Piano player things: your fingers get hella calloused. also, you need to have flexible fingers/wrists to make sure you can reach all the necessary keys. Some artists are describing as having 'hummingbird fingers' because of how fast they jump and flutter over the keys. Players have been known to play so hard the blisters burst and they bleed over the keys.

hope this helps???

[crushedsweets]

four three two fuck you listen up yall this shit is ironic striders beats are best suited to trolls who hooked on phonics karkalicious definition makes terezi loco she wants to know the secrets that she cant taste in my photo dying js to know the flavour i aint doing her no favours no reason why i tease her flush just comes and goes like seasons im karkalicious so delicious no i dont do kismesis and if you read any fanfics all that shit is fictitious i blow kisses dont matter if we're js moirails trolls b lining down the veil for a chance to fill a pail so delicious super sweet fucking adorabloodthirsty so delicious even Egbert wants a piece me im karkalicious lllike candy candy karkalicious def karkalicious def god dammit doc scratch atop fuckign around with my mic karkalicious definition makes the shippers crazy nepetas always squealin cutesy pet names like karkitty im the k to the a r k the a the t and the majority of pairings had better include me im karkalicious so delicious my body stays vicious all the highbloods feelin nervous cuz im doing sum fitness Zahhaks my witness bet that shit curls nepetas tail he'll be needin all the towel cuz imma make him sweat pails im karkalicious super sweet so delicious fucking adorabloodthirsty so delicious even Egbert wants a piece of me im karkalicious baby baby baby baby if u rlly want me honey get sum patience maybe then you'll get a taste call me tasty tasty ill be laced with lacey it's so tasty tasty it'll make you crazy t to the a to the s t e y fucking tasty t to the a to the s t e y fucking tasty d to the e to the l i c i o u s to d to the to the to the ill js spell it out for you all the time i turn around trolls gather round always sniffin at me wanna guess the colour of my blood i js wanna say it now i tryna round up any drama little fucker i js dont want you to know and i guess im coming off as a little insecure although i keep on repeating how the secrets fucking awesome but i try to tell, its a secret that i js dont wanna tell terezi says i smell delicious no i dont do kismesis and if u read any fanfics all that shit is fictitious i blow kisses dont matter if were js moirails trolls be lining down the veil for a chance to fill a pail four three two fuck you my body stays vicious Zahhaks been feeling nervous cuz i got down to business Nepetas my witness ill even let hwr first ship sail js watch that kitten be the first in line to fill a pail so delicious so delicious so delicious im karkalicious lllike candy candy its so delicious so delicious im karkalicious she says my blood is like candy candy t to the a to the s t e y fucking tasty t to the a to the s t e y fucking tasty t to the a to the s t e y fucking tasty t to the a to the s t e y fucking tasty d to the e to the l i c i o u s to the d to the e to the l i c i o u s to the d to the e to the now wait just a motherfuckin second do i seriously have to spell this shit until the very end of the song i mean whoever fucking wrote the original never had access to spell check i guess because t a s t e y does not spell tasty was this fergie douchemuffin illiterate or something? what do you mean human rap artists are the only ones brave enough to write their own grammatical train wrecks and call it music? what the fuck even is will smith doung? he doesn't throw down sick fires anymore? fuck this shit, i quit

You sent me this two months ago and I didn’t reply but I think today I need to finally confront this. Why

[deuxcherise]

Honey

C/w: Slightly suggestive, kisses,  yandere female, gender neutral reader, comfort, fluff

A/n: Happy Pride Month! I realized that I write too many male yandere scenarios. Need to give some female yanderes some love. Enjoy!

Masterlist

“... Please let me go,” you ask.

Her arms wrapped around your body become tighter. The two of you lay in your shared bed, sweaty and full of bliss. Clothes are splayed all over the floor, a large blanket the only thing giving you a sense of decency.

“Why?” she whispers into your ear, a bit of a threatening crackle in her voice. “So you can run off into someone else's arms? No, I don't think so.”

You give her an exasperated look. “I’m going to be late.”

“No.”

“You're going to run off into someone's arms.”

“Yes, you will.”

“No, I won't.”

“Yes, you will!”

You sigh and close your eyes. You wonder why she's so jealous of everyone, constantly thinking they'll steal you away. You are married to her, for goodness sake! As if the matching diamond encrusted ring around your ring fingers weren’t enough to shout to the whole world exactly who you belong to, did she have to make you wear the collar too? Then again… it was either that or show off the many red marks she's placed on your neck in public.

She pouts with her plush lips. She moves onto her elbows and cages you under her. Her cat-like eyes narrow at you, her long hair pooling around you on the pillow. Clearly, she thinks, you haven't realized you're her property yet.

She gently caresses your face, tracing her fingers from your cheek to your brow to your eyes to your nose to your lips. She smirks as she dips her nail between your slightly agape lips, remembering how that cute tongue and voice of yours comes out when she touches and pokes you in the right spots… Oh, she could kiss you all day if only she didn’t need oxygen…

From the way your pretty eyes sparkle when you smile, or the way your beautiful teardrops roll down your cheeks, or the way your cute nose crinkles in delight when you eat something delicious, or the way scars and birthmarks form on your body like artistic lines on a canvas –god, aren’t you the most gorgeous being to grace this world? And to think you belong to little ol’ her…

She cannot believe it, that's the problem here.

All of a sudden, she pinches your cheeks, making your lips pucker as she glares down at you. She clicks her tongue, much to your confusion, like you've done something wrong.

“Honey?” you squeak.

“.....”

Her eyes soften. God, you're so adorable. It’s not your fault if you’re too naive to realize how her whole being, her entire existence is wrapped around your finger. You should stay like this, just for her and her alone.

She releases your cheeks and begins tormenting your lips with hot and heavy kisses, reaching down and caressing your sensitive spots as she presses her breasts against your body.

Couldn't you just stay in bed with her a little longer? Do you really have to go to work? C'mon and humor your wife, won’t you?

[funhouse-mirror-barbie]

Rating Hazbin + Helluva Boss Characters based on if I could tell what animal/creature they’re supposed to be:

DISCLAIMER: This is not an attack on the creators or artists/designers for either show. I already went over the purpose of this on my first post here—I just like to review stuff.

Part 2!

SIR PENTIOUS—SNAKE—5/5

Yeah that’s a snake, man.

While I find some of Pent’s design elements cluttered, he’s actually one of the stronger designs in my opinion. I think the having his cobra hood act as his hair is fun and cleaver. It’s very easy to tell he’s a snake. Not sure why he has eyes on his tail/body? I think they could have just made them red spots but eh.

QUEEN BEE—FOX (?) WITH HONEY BEE ELEMENTS (?)—3.5/5

Bee’s a weird one for me b/c while her design is super super cluttered I can SEE how it could work, and I really do like fun cute fox and wolf girls. The ONLY reason that docked points is b/c she’s supposed to be a fox/bee hybrid (I believe?) but her “bee” elements are so minute that if I hadn’t seen her in a big beehive, I would have just assumed she was as a fox with fairy/insect elements—I wouldn’t have thought she was connected to a honey bee at all. It’s a weird case where she is VERY obviously a fox but it’s not obvious at all that she’s a bee/honey bee. I did want to give a little extra half-point tho b/c I do like her little antennae ears. They’re pretty much the only thing that screams “insect” to me.

STELLA GOETIA—SWAN (?)—3/5

I think I may be going a little easier on the Helluva cast b/c overall they’re easier to figure out what animals they are. I’ve heard that Stella is supposed to be a Swan but I’m not 100% sure. This one is def more on me, but I initially thought that she was either a secretary bird due to her long lashes and the way her hair is styled, or a peafowl (which would make sense b/c her brother is apparently a peacock?) at least I can tell that she is a bird and her colors are accurate for a swan’s. I think the reason I would never have thought of her as a swan is mostly due to her beak size and color. But yeah b/c I can at least confirm that she is in fact a bird I wanna give her a higher score.

I would rate Pilot Stella too, but I don’t think at that point she was meant to be a swan, just a vague bird demon lady. At least I hope not.

MAMMON—SPIDER (OR CENTIPEDE? MAYBE??) —0.5/5

So. Like Angel Dust. The only reason I know that Mammon is a spider is because he was shown sitting on a giant spider web.

I really didn’t think he was a spider/spider-ish looking at all and I still don’t. Even the extra eyes they add to him sometimes didn’t immediately make me think “Spider!” just that it was a demon thing. He really just looks like a jester with extra arms.

His full demon/mega form also doesn’t look very spider-ish tbh, and was what made me wonder if he was actually supposed to be a centipede? I was really disappointed by his “final form” because it’s pretty much the same as his regular form but with more eyes and what I assume is SUPPOSED to be a spider abdomen ?? But then he does kinda scuttle like a centipede at the end so maybe he is supposed to be???? But then why does he have a big spider web???

Also, and I’ll be honest, this is just me being needlessly nit-picky and it’s a small thing but it just irks me personally b/c I don’t understand the reasoning behind this but like. I HATE that his extra eyes DO NOT stay consistent.

The first time we see his extra eyes it gives him a total of 8 so I was like “oh okay yeah so maybe just his final form will be a spider/spider-like BUT THEN HIS EXTRA EYES KEEP OSCILLATING BETWEEN 3 and 4 EXTRA EYES?

These shots are only a few seconds apart like why did they give him MORE eyes when he got farther away? They’re so small that they barely seem distinct? Like if he IS supposed to be a spider you don’t have to keep giving him eyes!!! Stop, stop, he can already see!!! 😭

Maybe he IS a centipede tho? B/c he DOES seem to have the little centipede butt horns (which apparently are just their very hind legs in real life)

And he def seems to move like one in that form. Man idk. Why even HAVE him in a spider web then???

Being an arthropod lover and not being able to figure out what the fuck kinda guy that’s supposed to be is driving me wild tbh 😅

Honestly if Mammon was just supposed to be a clown/jester I would have given him 5/5 b/c yeah that was immediately obvious. But it’s him being a jester-spider-centipede-thing that muddles things for me.

I would put Loona in here but I ran out of pictures for this post talking about Mammons eyes. She gets 5/5 cause. Yeah that’s a classic wolf girl.