#couldn’t leave though because otherwise im leaving people high and dry and that’s not how i operate

[wispmotherr]

today was a fucking nightmare.

[notnctu]

through the lens ❀ l.jn

❀ lee jeno x fem!reader ❀ genre - slow burn, smut/mature content, fluff (romance?), slight angst ❀ details - photographer!jeno, model!reader, college!au, shy!jeno but he aint shy in bed, strangers to fuckers!au ❀ word count - 8k (this is the longest thing ive ever written) ❀ warnings - nude modeling, swearing, oral (f/receiving), some sweet love makin’ ❀ brief synopsis - jeno asks you to model for his internship project, but little did you know, it was going to be a nude photo shoot.  

❝ jeno was too shy to hold eye contact, but he stared at you endlessly through the lens. ❞

❀ a/n - hihihi this is author doie❀ ! im bad at writing smut so pls dont hate me ah ha lol i tried my best i also dont model/do professional photography so really apologize if i butcher any terms lmaoo the only thing i am is that im in college and im shy

Jeno had applied to almost a hundred internships and almost close to none returned with an offer, even after a whole month of waiting. He absolutely needed to start building his portfolio before the beginning of his senior year of college. The embarrassment of possibly graduating without any experience loomed over the desperate boy. 

Photography had been more than a hobby to him, to the point where he wanted to take it seriously. His parents weren’t the most supportive of an Arts major, but that couldn’t stop him. Jeno saw the best through a camera lens. He had a special eye for beautiful moments and the impressing urge to capture it forever. 

It was too late to change his major, if he wanted to graduate with all of his friends. If he wanted to be successful, he had to act on it now. 

The swoosh! of a new email startled the sleeping boy. He stared at the brightly lit screen, reading the words over and over again to make sure it was real. Jeno was so enthralled with excitement that he scrambled out of bed to wake up his roommate, Jaemin.

He shook him so violently that the sheets fell from Jaemin’s warm body. “Dude! I got an internship!” He spoke with incredible glee, a wide smile couldn’t leave his face.

Jaemin groaned and had to hold Jeno by the shoulders to halt the boy from causing the room to spin. “Why--What is going on?” He dazely rubbed his tired eyes to blink at his giddy roommate.

The screen blinded Jaemin as it was shoved too closely to adjust. “Whoa--,” he pushed it away and shut his eyes, “--repeat what you just said one more time.” Jaemin held a finger up and Jeno grabbed it, jumping onto his best friend’s bed.

“I got an internship. Someone got back to me.” Jaemin returned the same excitement the moment he processed his words. He shot up in bed and hugged his friend tightly. 

“Wo-w, dude! Congratulations!” The two boys hurried on their feet to cheer together. There was no concern for the rest of their housemates, only celebration that roared throughout the entire night.

+

Truthfully, Jeno had no recollection of applying to this studio. It could have been a random link on a job scouting website, but he couldn’t be more grateful. An internship was long overdue and Jeno had been itching to get some recognition for his craft. 

“Hello, I’m Lee Jeno.” He bowed slightly at the receptionist, who had a stern stare that made him feel vulnerable. The first thing he noted about the office: white and minimalistic. 

Jeno’s specialty was landscape photography. His aesthetics consisted of black and white filters, city lights, dark mood lighting, and background commotion. He enjoyed capturing chaos the most, a scene where more than one thing was happening. The only reason being that there was more to look at. 

“Nice to meet you. The name is Lee Taemin, but you can call me what you please.” A young, lean man strolled his way towards Jeno with a wide grin and his hand for him to shake. Taemin was slightly shorter than him, but his stylish, expensive boots made up for his height. He had to be only a maximum of five years older than Jeno as Taemin appeared relatively youthful. 

Taemin’s firm grip pulled Jeno along inside the studio. A small gasp escaped from Jeno which earned robust laughter from the older man. “I hope you can break out of your shell soon. There is no room for timidness around here, Mister Lee.”

“Please, you can call me Jeno.” He smiled, quite awkwardly at the beautiful man. 

The tall glass windows, the concrete, gray floor, the white doors that lined the hallway, had to be all too predictable. Jeno envisioned this is what high class must look like. It was the pristine, bright feeling and the smell of vanilla that lingered distastefully. There was chatter behind the closed doors --- mainly directing, and high praises. 

The only off-put was that photographers worked behind closed doors. From the few studios he has visited previously, photographers often worked in open spaces due to lighting fractures or the ability to roam more freely. 

“I’m actually very ecstatic you signed up for the internship, since you do seem a bit on the younger side.” Taemin gestured toward the sofa in the middle of his massive office. Jeno sat across from him. Water was already placed on the glass coffee table that separated the two. A laptop was opened to face Taemin.

Jeno slyly rubbed the condensation from his palms on his jeans. Taemin’s stare bore deep into the shy boy, who had to break eye contact from time to time. “I know.” Jeno chuckled nervously, “thank you for getting back to me. I was really hoping to gain work experience through mentorship.” 

Taemin nodded at everything Jeno was saying. His face being completely expressionless. Jeno sipped his water to regain moisture in his dry throat. Taemin was more intimidating than he was anticipating. “Sounds great. Happy to have you here. It might be a small business, but the experience is worth investing in. Every photographer who has come in and out of my building has found their forte. Let’s say, it’s eye opening.” 

“That’s exactly what I was looking for actually.” As scared as he was of this mysterious man, he really enjoyed the comfort the environment radiated. 

Taemin leaned forward and squinted at the screen. “I noticed in the portfolio you sent that you don’t have any portraits or any people, in general, in your photos. Do you have any works with people? Since this is a studio of fine art nude photography.”

Nude. Jeno practically choked on the last remaining spit he gathered. Taemin acknowledged the boy’s shocked reaction and tilted his head curiously, “you did know that I specialize in contemporary fine art nude photography, right?” Unfortunately, Jeno did not. 

Jeno cleared his throat, “yes, of course. I wanted to challenge myself.” He had to lie, there was no other way to cover up his disbelief. This internship was the only hope left for him to gain something. Though, even the thought of shooting a naked body made him anxious.

He hated how timid he was. His friends and family say otherwise, mainly for the reason that Jeno automatically lit up behind a camera. In all honesty, he hid behind it. It was the only safe place that Jeno knew what he was doing. However when it came to real life situations without it, he lacked the confidence to be himself.

As ironic as it was, he hated being seen. He liked to be the background character in his own life, because the main character took too much of a toll. It could also be his deafening insecurities and lack of self esteem, but Jeno didn’t mind not being the center of attention.

“You like a challenge?” It was more of a statement rather than a question. Jeno caught a glimpse of the twinkle in Taemin’s dark eyes. “Then for your first task, I want you to show me that you can take on this role.”

Jeno scrambled for his phone to jot down notes. “Send me an emotional portfolio, model of your choice. They could be a friend of yours that you feel comfortable seeing naked. It must include a variation of headshots, full body, and body details. It must also be raw and unedited photos. I want to see if you have the eye for the art to capture these types of images.”

“When would you like it by?” He stammered, completely winded at the sudden project that unloaded on top of him. 

“Next Friday, and you’ll present it to me here in person. Feel free to use this studio if you don’t have a place of your own with equipment. All you need to do is book a room with the front desk. Any other questions?” The sound of the laptop shutting caused Jeno to look up at the brilliance in front of him. He needed Taemin to help him succeed. 

“Why do you take nude photography?” 

Taemin was unable to stop the laughter that erupted into the room. “I don’t run a pimp business or sell soft core porn, if that’s why you’re staring at me so funnily. What I make is an art masterpiece, it has nothing to do with physical features or desires. It’s the pure emotion that clothing distracts from. Clothing conforms the model into an aesthetic, and while that works for editorials, it won’t be a consistent thing here.” 

Jeno nodded understandingly. Overwhelmed and lost at words. He was unsure what he had gotten himself into. Where was he going to find a model on such short notice on such lewd conditions? He was really going to need to step out of his comfortable zone, in his photography and social skills. 

Taemin stood up and extended his hand once more. “I take pride in my art, so I hope you, too, start finding that in your own.” 

+

Jaemin held his stomach from the endless laughter, tears welling up in his eyes. “Nud-Nude photography? And you didn’t know?”

“Jaemin, keep it down.” Jeno whispered and cautiously peered around at the few people flooding into the small lecture hall. “I don’t want everyone in our club to misunderstand and think I’m some creep.”

His best friend straightened up in his seat and placed his hand on Jeno's slumped shoulder, “first of all, you’re a complete idiot for not researching. Secondly, it’s an art form. If you really got yourself a shady, rated R internship, I would’ve told you to drop it instantly.” 

His spirits were slightly lifted, but he was still struggling with who he should ask to model for him. As much as he’s already seen of Jaemin, being his roommate, he honestly would rather leave the rest to imagination. Jeno wasn’t purposefully searching the room for a candidate, but he could not stop his eyes from drifting.

He spotted the most attractive side profile that sat two rows below him. He shook his head to make sure he was seeing her correctly. Peering around, he looked for another possible face to shoot. But oh god, how she caught his eye every time she even slightly moved.

You smiled happily with your friends by your side as your club’s executive board members introduced this year’s goals and events to attend. It had to be the smallest amount of alcohol still running in your system that caused you to giggle every time guys tried to turn around and hit on you.

“Why don’t you focus on our club members instead?” You smirked at the smug older boy, who had poorly attempted to grab your attention. “I think this information is important to you. These events could help you develop your social skills to be much better.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but your girl friends scoffed by your side.

He got up in disbelief and quickly walked out of the room. There was a brief pause at the sudden movement, but the announcement carried on per usual.

Jeno impatiently waited for the club meeting to finally be over, so he could talk to you. The longer it dragged, the more his confidence was subsiding. “I’m heading to study, wanna come with?” Jaemin poked at Jeno’s knee.

“Yeah, but you can go ahead first. I need to talk to someone.” His voice was shaky and his throat went so dry. Jeno’s shifty eyes scanned the room, hoping no one saw how nervous he was acting.

Jaemin’s eyebrows lifted suspiciously, “who? I didn’t even know you talked to anyone who came today. Donghyuck and Renjun aren’t here---”

“--her, Jaemin... her. I’m going to ask her to model for me.” Jeno motioned his head. His heart beating faster at seeing a small grin appear on your face from a comment someone made.

Jaemin hummed, “good luck with that, bud. I’ve got two shoulders for you to cry on after.” The extra hint of sarcasm only made Jeno sweat nervously. He was seriously doubting his decision, but it wouldn’t be a challenge if he didn’t do it. He knew he’d regret it more if he didn’t just ask you. 

Once the meeting was dismissed, you wanted to get out of the room before the heavy rush into the hallways. Unfortunately, a few frat guys pulled you into their conversation and chatted up a storm. Your friends played into their foolery, but you stopped paying attention when they asked for your numbers.

There was a faint tap on your shoulder and you turned to see who the culprit was. You didn’t seem to know him, because you would’ve remembered such a demeanor. His eyes were glued to the floor behind you and his shaky hands ran through his brown locks. His shyness was quite endearing, yet alarming since you weren’t sure why exactly he had approached you.

“Yes?” You asked curiously.

The moment Jeno heard your delicate cadence, he melted like a popsicle left out in the sun. He peered up, but quickly reverted his eyes to the white tiles when he noticed how beautifully you stared at him.

He counted his breathing to calm his rapid heart beat. He cleared his throat to introduce himself, “I’m Jeno. I’m a third year Arts major, um-- I was just--- I know we don’t know each other. I wanted to ask, uh-” Jeno was horrified at how he stammered over his own words. His cheeks burned with a red glow, and if he couldn’t look you in the eye before, he definitely couldn’t now.

“Hey, see you later.” One of the bulky frat guys called and you waved back weakly. 

A guy who had been chasing you endlessly scoffed at the pitiful sight and smirked at you, “see you at my house tonight? Been missing you in my bed lately.”

“Thought you would’ve guessed the reason why I stopped coming around.” Jeno heard the sting in your remarks and the disbelief in the male. 

You honestly could have left, Jeno knew that. But you stayed and waited patiently for him to finish. Jeno could tell how strong you were just by your intimidating aura that practically suffocated him by standing in close proximity to you.

You sighed and reached to grab your jacket on the folded seat, “look, Jeno. It’s nice to meet you and all, but I gotta get going.” 

Shockingly, the shy boy reached out to stop you by your fingertips. His touch lingered before he dropped your hand quickly. “I’m sorry. Are you free this Monday?”

“Uh, that depends. If you’re asking me on a date, then I’m busy.” Rolling your eyes, you weren’t sure why you still stayed to listen to what this random stranger had to say. If it were anyone else, you would’ve walked away the moment he asked if you were free. However, you acknowledged his timidness and the courage he must have mustered up to approach you.

Jeno shook his head violently, completely in shambles from that type of misunderstanding. “Not a date. I need someone to model for my portfolio photos that my internship assigned. It’s actually very important to me because it’s the first internship that responded back to me when I had applied to so many a whole month ago. Basically, I really need this and you because I think you’d be perfect to take pictures of. Oh-- wow! That sounded very bad --- uh --- what I meant is that your facial proportions are perfect and---”

“I’m free Monday.” You cut off his endless ramble and gestured toward his phone. He handed it to you without any hesitation and you typed in your number. “Text me the time, place and what I should wear.” 

“Oh actually, it’s a nude photoshoot.” Your eyes doubled in size, completely offended by that statement.

Jeno felt the sudden shift in the air and brought his hands up to block himself, “to be more clear, it’s a contemporary fine art nude photography studio. The pictures are pieces of art and to be seen as that only. I have no intentions or ulterior motive to sleep with you, see you naked or sell, leak your nudes for the profit of your body. But, I understand if you no longer want to do it because it sounds super strange now that I am explaining it.” 

Your shoulders relaxed and the fist that formed unraveled. You exhaled deeply, “I’ll do it. We can talk more about it on Monday and I get to leave on my own accord if I don’t feel comfortable. We work on my conditions.” Picking up Jeno’s chin, he was absolutely petrified at the forced eye contact and your incredible, powerful gaze. He was mesmerized by the fire in your eyes, and if he stared any longer, he could’ve lost himself in them. 

“Of course.” With that, you dropped his face and left without another look back. Jeno looked down at his phone and the new contact name, (Y/N). It had slipped his mind to even ask what your name was and he slapped his face in utter stupidity. “Do better, Lee Jeno.” It was a remainder to himself to, hopefully, be better the next time you two speak.

+

Monday, 3:03 PM. 

Jeno paced back and forth in the brightly, lit white room. He was trying to find any blinds or curtains to cover the tall windows of the high rise building. It should not be too much of a problem, the extra lighting was a positive. Jeno was only worried for your comfort of the openness. 

There was a soft knock before Jeno practically tripped to open the door. His breath hitched at the sight of your bare face. This time, you were the vulnerable one. Jeno only saw purity, yet impressed at how your tired eyes still managed to bid him a soft smile. He admired your uneven complexion, and the sparse moles that dotted your skin. 

“Okay, so you want to see me naked now or later?” Filled with jokes, your voice was light and airy this afternoon. There was a bit of a contrast from the first time you two met. Softer, enchanting, almost ghostly. 

Everything in the room was white. The mattress on the floor had a white comforter and white sheets. The backdrop. The walls. The hardwood floor. The only color was the blue sky that the tall windows let in.

“Here’s a robe. You can change in the bathroom.” Jeno scratched the back of his neck and his eyes wandered everywhere, but your’s. 

“Would you be okay with me just taking off my clothes in here?” You saw the light tint of pink cover his face, and spread to his ears. You examined more of the shy boy’s embarrassed face, finally getting a really good look at him. Jeno was very attractive, and you could only imagine how beautiful he must look if he fully faced you.

Jeno fiddled with his camera strap, “only if you are okay with that.” Clearing his throat, he stood next to the window to give you some privacy. “I’ll go over what I plan on doing. I’m going to take photos of your face details, parts of your body, full body, and portraits. You can lay down on the bed and I’ll direct you in poses. Have you modeled before?”

He was scanning the bustling city below his feet. Cars zoomed quickly and crowds of tiny people flooded the streets. He brought his camera up to his face, not being able to resist the urge to capture such a thrilling sight. 

“If Instagram counts, then yeah. Professional model gig would be a no. Nude photography is a definite no, unless we are talking about being filmed during sex.” Jeno chuckled, while also holding the camera steady and stealing a few moments to keep for himself.

For a strange reason, being naked for a non-sensual reason felt even more vulnerable. Laying on the soft fabric, you felt oddly exposed and slightly more reserved. You’ve had countless strangers see you naked. Men were sexually desiring to see a sexy picture. You were always lusted after, but this feeling of nakedness was special.

“Are you ready?” Jeno gulped, finally setting the camera down. 

You hummed cheerfully. Your heart was leaping out of your chest as the boy shifted slowly to face you. As he turned, you noticed he had his eyes sealed shut, which caused a small laugh to erupt. “Jeno, you have my permission to open your eyes and to look at me.”

Holy shit, he was trembling with an inexplicable fear. The camera was slipping from his sweaty hands. His mouth was as dry as the desert. Jeno’s pounding heart was loud in his ears. 

Jeno has seen his past girlfriends laying naked in bed, but this situation was too different. When he saw you laying there in absolutely nothing, he was overwhelmed, yet astounded at how graceful you appeared.

There was no exchange of words and no exchange of eye contact. He towered over your lying figure and shakily brought the camera to his eyes. He selfishly wanted to capture your elegance. Through the lens, he saw all of you: the curve in your eyelid, your curled eyelashes, the small mole next to your soft lips, the sharp color of your eyes, the way your hair frames your face.

This was the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. You were comparable to the arts found in popular museums. Your body lines were enticing and an impressive shape. Your breasts pooled on your chest, the round nude nipple in the centers. Your details had to be sculpted by gods, who took their sweet time making you. You were a true masterpiece. 

Confused, Jeno felt a huge mixture of emotions. Was he aroused? Was he infatuated? Did he just fall in love with a complete stranger? He recognized the same thrilled feelings he felt taking landscape photos. With each click, he grew more excited with how beautiful the photos were turning out.

“Sit up and rest your chin on your left hand. Lean your weight on your right leg.” Jeno’s direction was clear and firm. There was no evidence of a smaller tone he usually spoke in. Sitting up, you placed your elbow on your upper thigh to steady your chin. Jeno had already gotten down to floor level to you. 

Without the camera that separated you two, it had to be the first time he faced you completely in such close proximity. There was so much to admire about Jeno. He remained concentrated on his craft, but it was actually very sexy to see his dedication. It was almost like he was a whole new person, like all the shyness drifted away. 

Jeno couldn’t take his eyes off of you. It wasn’t simply your beauty that amazed him. Your confidence made everything easy. There was something about your blank stares, when he asked for an emotion, you portrayed it perfectly.

“Can we talk while you shoot?” Your sudden voice startled the photographer. He lowered his camera and his gaze automatically wandered off behind you, which didn’t go unnoticed. He nodded after a short pause and the shutter noises continued.

“Why did you choose me as your model?” 

Jeno peeled away from the device, “because you’re you.” He didn’t even know what that statement meant. It wasn’t like he knew you before the first time he asked you to model for him.

The corners of your lips dipped down, drawing an evident frown. Click. Jeno loved that image especially. It was a simple way to get real, authentic facial expressions. He marveled at the photo, but registered the reason behind it. “I wanted to ask you the second I saw you. I just knew that I wanted you.” 

“But you don’t know me.” 

Jeno looked through the lens once again, welcoming a full view of your stunning attributes. He spoke in a low voice, “then, let me know you.” Click. 

It would be the biggest lie to say that you weren’t aroused by Jeno at the moment. He was cool, without trying to be. He really did shine when he had a camera to work with, like a star to a dark night. While he had a distinct demeanor off the bat, you enjoyed unraveling the rest of him. He was, also, the first man you met that didn’t seem sexually driven by a naked woman in his presence. 

You had to resist every urge to push the camera away and share the few seconds of his entire gaze before it wandered away. You wanted to rock his world, he was so innocent and beautiful. You wished to wreak havoc on him, have him show you how much he wanted you. 

+

You anticipated an awkward photoshoot, but Jeno made you feel safe and comfortable. He made sure to adjust the temperature when goosebumps rose on your arms and when your nipples became painfully hard. He never touched you or came too much into your personal space. He always asked for your permission. 

Nude modeling was a new experience for you, but you were surprised at how much you liked it. or how much you liked Jeno taking your photos. He sat next to you on the bed when you put on your articles of clothing and panned through several shots to satisfy your curiosity.

Leaning close, your head ducked to see the photos. A gasp escaped your lips when you saw just the first few. “Is that really me?” The pictures made you feel an abundance of emotions, you felt what they reflected. Sadness, melancholy, happiness, confidence. You didn’t know images had that much power to make you feel that, especially photos of you.

Jeno nodded, smiling so wide that his eyes turned to moon crescents. He was so in love with the results. He found respect for Taemin’s craft and he was right, he might’ve found a new forte to experiment with. “I can send you the photos digitally too, if you want them.”

“Maybe I’ll print them out, frame them, and gift it to every horrid man who has tried to flirt their way to my body since they want to see it so fucking bad.” 

Jeno peered over and saw the tiny glimpse of pain in your orbs, “why would you give horrible people what they want?”

“So they can finally shut up and leave me alone. Plus, this is art and if I tell them it’s actually me, maybe it’ll change their minds to start treating me like it.” 

He held his palm up and almost immediately, your fingers filled the spaces between his. “I’m going to need you to start treating yourself as fine art.”

“Keep taking more photos of me and I just might start thinking I’m Mona Lisa.” Your laughters blended nicely into each other. There was mutual mental acknowledgement of the happiness you were both feeling.

Jeno never let go of your hand, and there was a short moment of comforting silence where you two sat in each other’s existence. You were the one to break it, “are you doing anything after this?” 

He shook his head. “Well then, you’re mine for the rest of the night. We’re going to pretend we’ve been close friends since first year and eat take-out on my bed because that’s what I need at the moment.” 

+

“I know you respect my body and see this as an art form, but I’m genuinely surprised that you didn’t feel aroused at the slightest.”

Jeno didn’t even realize how much time had already passed being you. You two ate and chatted as if you’ve known each other forever, as if the friendship wasn’t established several hours ago. It felt safe and right, like you two belonged in each other’s existence and nowhere else mattered.

He felt warm inside from your hearty laughter and courage, like he was watching a painting come to life or a photo in movement. You were smitten over how endearing and complex he was. He was more than what meets the eye and that alone drew you towards him.

“Okay, I’ll admit,” Jeno paused to watch your reaction, “in the most respectable way, I was somewhat turned on. But! Before you trail blaze me for being just like every disgusting male in your life, I genuinely didn’t have any sexual thoughts during the photoshoot. That was all professional and it will continue to be like that.” 

Getting up from your bed, your mind was working at lightspeed to process his confession. Jeno was fast to pick up someone’s personality, what stood out and what was kept hidden. He knew quicker than anyone else that you were not someone to offend because you were a strong, straight forward woman.

His personality breakdown went like this: you knew what you like, you knew you were going to get what you want, you enjoyed flirty banter (with people of your choice), you weren’t afraid to be blunt, or kick someone’s ass. You carried yourself with confidence that graced your every step, which makes anyone attracted to you instantly. Bold, confident, sexy had to be what came to mind whenever he thought about you. 

Nonetheless, he really liked you as a person. He could pat himself on the back all day long for just approaching you, but he knew the real reason as to how this all happened. It was you saying yes to a stranger’s odd photoshoot. You made him the luckiest man in the world. 

“Continue? Are you looking for excuses to keep seeing me?” You smirked and Jeno’s voice grew small. 

“I--- uh, well,” there goes the nervous stammering, “I know the conditions were a one time thing, so I understand if you don’t want to do it again.” As the night had progressed, Jeno gradually began to hold eye contact and actually looked at you directly without the help of seeing you through a lens. This was the first time he broke it. 

“Hey now, I’m messing with you, Jeno.” He had been sitting on your floor, at the end of your bed. You crawled on your elbows to reach him, and to hold his chin to face you again. Deja vu. “I’d love to get naked for you again, and again, and.. as many times as you want me to.” 

He stared at you with his mouth hung open in disbelief. His eyes scanned your beautiful face to see your lips pull back into a mischievous smile. Gulping, he swallowed every ounce of courage he had left. “You don’t have to say it like that.” He tried to remove your grip, but it latched onto his hand. 

“You’re finally looking me in the eye, sweet thing. I don’t think you realize how much I had been wanting that from you.” You caressed his cheek, rubbing small circles on his texture. 

“What else do you want from me?” His implication sounded suggestive, even if his curiosity was innocent. 

Your hot breath brushed against Jeno’s lips. “I can show you.”

Jeno, the one and only college guy who has seen your naked body in a non-sexual context. Jeno, the shy, sweet boy who appreciated and recognized you as a form of art. Jeno, the talented and skillful photographer, who consistently made sure you felt comfortable. Jeno, the only person in the world who you’d model nude for. Jeno, the dazzling character behind the camera who you wanted more than anyone else you’ve ever met. Lee Jeno.

He seemed like he was inching closer, already tilting his head to fit your’s. You smiled to yourself, seeing that your words were received well. Diving in, your lips swam together fervently. 

The poor boy found himself lost in your enchanting, alluring gaze. He let the trance consume him, selfishly kissing the art he admired so dearly. A small part of him felt the guilt and confusion that began to rise. He wasn’t sure why he suddenly wished to feel your lips on his neck, or run his hands across your hot skin. He swore these thoughts were not present earlier. 

A small pop! and Jeno held your shoulder to pull away. “I’m sorry, did I do something?” You asked, honestly concerned that you were taking more than you deserved. The least you desired was to hurt Jeno, who had been nothing but nice and sweet.

“(Y/N),” you could listen to your name roll off his tongue all day, “I feel somewhat guilty. I don’t want things to be misunderstood.”

“Which would be?”

“I don’t want you to think I coerced you into being my model just because I had intentions to sleep with you.” Jeno was already gathering his things, but you hopped off your bed and placed a hand on his chest. “Because that’s what it’s starting to look like at the moment.”

“Was that something you did though? Did you have those intentions?” Your stare bore right through him. The warmth of your hand relaxed his racing heart.

“Never, (Y/N), I would never do that to someone.” Your hand traveled down to grab his belongings and tossed it back onto the ground. 

He silently watched as you took off your pants, and stood in front of him in your underwear. “Then, we’re fine. I know your intentions have always been pure. But truthfully, Jeno, seeing you focused while you worked sparked something in me. You don’t understand how aroused I got and how badly I wanted you to fuck me on that bed.” His hand trailed up your exposed thighs, finally touching your softness. “You’re the one guy I wanted first, and it’s been a long time since I’ve felt that.” 

“I-- I don’t know what to say.” His cheeks revealed how embarrassed he was, but his dark, lustful eyes were telling a different story.

A smirk fell upon your face, “then don’t say anything.” 

Jeno devoured you, inhaling the light hint of vanilla that still lingered. He hoisted you onto your mattress and kissed you like his life depended on it. His antsy hands roamed your free range, exploring, holding, gripping the parts he marveled over. Small moans from the back of your throat encouraged him to continue.

No one has ever kissed you with the amount of passion Jeno did. It was gentle, with enough vigor to cause your panties to dampen. It wasn’t sloppy, where previous guys had a problem of missing your mouth entirely and slobbered your chin. 

His lips worshiped you, highlighting your good sides. Flashes of the photoshoot popped into Jeno’s head as he left purple marks on the places he loved capturing the most. He pushed up your shirt, exposing your chest to him again. His tongue circled around your hard nipple as he made sure to give the same amount of attention to each one. 

Jeno knew he was too shy to hold your intense stare, but getting to know you during and after the photoshoot, he could see the softness in your gaze. He was, now, able to see all of you. The sight of you through the camera was addicting enough, so finally taking you all in was more than satisfying. 

Your hands ran through his hair as he kissed down your torso. His thumbs hooked the waistband of your underwear, and peeled it off your body. You gasped as the cold air from your apartment grazed against your exposed figure.

Jeno paused to admire your glistening pussy, “would it be okay if you let me make love to you?”

Your heart burned, not out of embarrassment, but at how he still managed to ask you for your permission in the sweetest way. You rested your weight on your elbows, “no one has done that before, would it actually make me want to fall in love with you?”

“It wouldn’t be too bad. I have a lot of love to give and you look like a person who deserves all of it anyways.” Jeno’s finger ran over your wet slit and rubbed your clit slowly.

Your moans filled the room as the electric jolted throughout your veins. The wetness grew, seeping out of you like a waterfall. Jeno dropped down to his knees, and lifted your legs on his broad shoulders.

“Are you usually this wet, baby?”

Chuckling, you smiled at his bold choice in using pet names, “Just for you.”

He hummed, chiming at how he liked your answer. Spreading you open, his tongue met with your swollen bud that begged for his licks.

His tongue darted side to side, up and down and in result, your back arched in pleasure and a darkness clouded your mind. His name and mindless profanities streamlined their way out of you as Jeno ate you out in such a precisely delicious way.

Grabbing a fist full of hair, you pulled him closer, even if there was no more space to fill. Looking down, you two exchanged glances before he thrusted a finger into you. Your hips bucked harder as he eased in another one.

Jeno curled his fingers in search of your sweet spot and found it when a deep moan escaped your throat. His fingertips rubbed and pressed into your plush flesh, causing you to practically scream and squirm in his mouth. 

He suckled your clit and fingered you simultaneously and quickly. The pleasure was overflowing and you released his hair to grip your sheets below you. Your legs shook and trembled as he had no caution to stop.

“Please, I’m going to--” you could barely talk due to your face contouring to the splurge of pleasure every single time Jeno rubbed your spot. “--to explode.” 

He had to take back what he thought earlier in the day. This was the most beautiful sight he’s ever laid eyes on. The whole scene played like from one of his favorite films. It felt like he was giving his photos life. Your body twisted and turned, accentuating the curves of your lines. 

Jeno had become painfully hard against the fabric of his jeans, but seeing you fall apart because of his minimal movements exhilarated him. “P-Please, don’t stop.” A breathy moan followed suit and your thighs tried to press themselves together. Jeno didn’t allow it, his free hand hooked underneath your left thigh to pull one side away from his cheeks.

Your high gradually grew so tall that it all eventually came cascading down. Your legs shook violently and sat up from the euphoria that took over you. Jeno prolonged your buzz and you screamed loudly, having to bite down on your fingers to stop yourself from angering your neighbors.

Jeno drank you up, letting your wetness cover his chin and drip down his knuckles. He pulled away, at last, and you took deep breaths to control your heavy breathing. It was like Jeno knocked the wind completely out of you. 

He stood up and you saw the outline of his hard bulge straining itself through his jeans. The next scene was quite animalistic. You, still embodying your high, sat on your knees and unzipped his pants with your needy hands.

“Now, it’s your turn to get nude for me.” You whispered, tauntingly. Jeno groaned when you reached down and gently pulled him out. He stepped out of his clothing, all of it. His shirt was lost in the corner and his bottoms were scattered over your floor. Mirroring his actions, you took off your last piece of cloth.

Jeno was built. Though his biceps did not go unnoticed during the photoshoot, you were surprised at the lines of muscle that sketched his body. It made your mouth water, seeing his extremely hard dick stand against his toned abs. His red tip fell just below his navel. Jeno only kept getting better as the night continued on.

Pulling him closer, his hand found their way to the back of your head as you aligned your mouth to the wetness that spilled from his tip. “I want to make you feel good.” Jeno’s hoarse voice made your knees weak.

Peering up, you batted your eyelashes at him fondly. “Just a little taste?” You begged, having to hold his shaft with both of your hands because of his thickness. Your tongue was already stuck out, your hot breath causing the tiniest bit of sensation for him.

He nodded and his eyes were trained on you. He didn’t want to miss any second of your kitty licks. You flattened your tongue against his warmth, dragging it up to the top. The saltiness hit your palette as you swirled around his redness. “Oh--” Jeno threw his head back and bit his lip, “--lay on the bed now.” 

You smiled sweetly and gave his member a quick kiss before reaching for a condom in your drawer. Jeno climbed onto your bed and situated the rubber comfortably. You laid on your back and he was fast to pull your legs around his waist. 

He lined himself at your entrance and eased his tip in slowly. Squirming, you craved him to fill you up to the brim. He leaned down to kiss you, letting your tongue lap with his. It’s your hands with the mind of their own when they flew automatically to hold his face whenever you wanted to deepen the kiss. Then, Jeno stretched himself all the way in and he caught your gasp with his lips. He groaned, feeling the mess he created merely minutes ago. 

His hips moved so easily with your wetness, but he went slow. Dragging out each pull and then, pushing himself back in roughly. “Jeno!” Your body jolted up the bed each time. His body fell over yours to hold you intimately, letting you bury your face into his neck. Your lips latched themselves onto his sensitive skin, painting a purple sunset. 

Jeno’s arms snaked underneath your thighs as he pressed them to your chest, folding you almost into a ball. Your mouth hung open as he fucked you harder, rougher, deeper yet keeping the tempo rhythmically slow. At this point, you could feel his hits in your gut. Your weak hands gripped loosely around his strong wrists that held your legs down. “You’re pussy is so tight and holy shit---, you keep getting more beautiful.”

A familiar burning sensation set in your chest as you saw how concentrated his face had become. You were so fucked out that you could barely speak, “you—” his hips mercilessly slammed into you powerfully, enacting a low moan every time he reached your sweet spot. “—keep surprising me.” His actions came to a halt and he stared deeply into your soul. 

You whined, wiggling your hips for any friction. He held them down into the mattress, knowing his grip was strong enough to leave a mark. “I told you, I was going to make love to you tonight.”

“I’ve already fallen for you.” You said breathlessly, tracing the side of his face and pecking his lips softly. 

“You don’t understand what you’re doing to me by saying those things.” He whispered and pushed his entire shaft to fill you to your brim. 

You yelped his name and gripped his shoulders, but he wasn’t done yet. “Show me how badly you wanted me the first time you saw me.” Jeno blinked at you in slight shock. 

As he continued to hold the deep gaze, he kept pushing his dick further and further into you. He was balls deep, almost impossible to keep going. He fucked you without the need to pull out, just burying his cock deeper into your wet pussy. You exclaimed, moaned, cussed at every push. Holding the stare was more than enough to lose yourself all over him again. 

Jeno was drunk with the image of your fucked out expression and every time the mixture of pleasure and pressure caused your eyebrows to crease and mouth to open release sensual sound. He had been trying his best not to come undone, to fixate another climax for you.

The feeling of you wrapping tighter and tighter around him drove him insane. “Give it to me, please.” Your muffled plead called for his release, but he could feel that you were close to your second.

Jeno sat up on his knees and pulled you into his arms where your thighs fell over his. You groaned at the empty feeling, though it was quickly replaced with a gratifying moan when he inserted himself again. Your arms dangled around his neck, foreheads touching intimately. 

The fucking eye contact again, how could you get enough of it? You giggled, amused at how different Jeno was when he eventually opened up. He wrapped his strong arms around your back and thrusted his hips up into you. The way this man made you squirm, scream, and shake were nothing you’ve experienced before. 

He smirked, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek when he went rampage on your pussy. “Not laughing now, are you?”

You whined in pleasure, brushing your fallen strands of hair out of his face. “Shut up before I make you.” 

“Then I’d rather keep going.” Kissing up his jawline, you lead your way to his pout. His kisses intoxicated you with his passion and madness, like the most intense part of a symphony, or when the bass drops after a long build up in a song. 

Jeno sped up, ramming up into your slick pussy over and over again. He even brought your hips down to match him, guiding you down as he went up. The headboard was knocked against the wall, your windows steamed up, cries of pleasure from the both of you created the ambiance, the smell of sex filled your lungs. Jeno reached between your bodies to furiously rub your clit to where it felt almost raw. It all sent you into the clouds, the familiar queasiness settled in your lower half.

Your eyes rolled back and your back arched, having to pull away from the desirous kiss with Jeno. “I’m cumming!” You announced before the tension unraveled, causing you to see absolute white. The second wave was much more uncontrollable, Jeno felt you squeezing radically around his dick as he tried to fuck you faster to prolong the feeling.

Your legs shook around his and your upper body went limp with pleasure. You reached the peak of the mountain and it came crumbling down underneath your toes. It was catastrophically enthralling, to the point where you physically felt something leave your body.

“Oh shit..” Jeno stopped his motions at the sight of you squirting over his lap. He pampered your torso with fluttering kisses, hoping to calm your spastic body. “...baby, are you okay?” He asked with a bit of concern of how lack of life you seemed. 

This man just gave you the best climax in your whole life and he asked if you were okay? Regaining your senses, you sighed a small yes to reassure him that he didn’t actually murder you. Hopping off, you pulled the condom that restricted him.

He hissed when you cupped his balls in your palm. “Cum, my sweet thing.” You purred and Jeno’s hand pumped his member aggressively. You leaned in to help, sucking the tip and flicking your tongue over his slit. 

His other hand gripped your neck, causing you to drip on your sheets. Jeno was panting and with every tug, it became louder. He seemed so desperate to release that it made you smile to be the reason behind it. “Can you lay down,” A grunt followed his question, “please.” He huffed.

“Because you asked nicely.” Smirking, your back hit the sheets and you opened your legs to give Jeno a view. He situated himself above your stomach, as he fucked his tight grip.

“I’m cumming---” He couldn’t look any more amazing. With a final moan, the white streaks streamed out in short sequences. It landed across your abdomen, over your nipple, and pooled around your belly button. 

Bringing himself back to reality, Jeno stepped back to marvel you, his masterpiece. The white streaks coated your purple skin and your chest rose fast to catch your reality. Gazing upon your naked body, he was utterly infatuated with all of you. He was so in love with the sight of you that not a single photo could capture the beauty that you were. 

Jeno pondered the thought of how merely a day changed a small part of him. You were life changing, addicting, an incomparable character that he felt like he’s known forever, and now, couldn’t live without. It was the taste of your juices on his lips, your sweet melodic music that was your voice, your daring smile that enticed him to never peel away from you. It was simply you. 

He leaned down to rub his knuckles against your cheek, planting a lovingly peck on your forehead. “I’ll go start the water for you.” 

+

Jeno anticipated the reaction of his mentor. He found himself at the same scene he was when he was first given the task. Taemin sat across from him, hunched forward to analyze his new set of photos on his laptop. Raw, unedited photos of you, your body, your details. 

The hum of the air conditioning droned on, driving him mad. Jeno needed one reaction, but Taemin had been silent and expressionless for the past ten minutes. Whenever he did move, it was to click through to the next picture. 

Suddenly, he shut it closed and stood right up. Jeno, panicked, did the same. Taemin stuck his hand out and Jeno hesitantly grabbed it, incredibly unsettled and unable to read the older man.

Taemin received it firmly, giving Jeno a good handshake. “Welcome abroad, Lee Jeno. I expect even more great things from you.” 

Jeno registered his delightful mood switch and he was fast to follow up, “my photos, --- you --- like them?” 

Taemin nodded generously, patting Jeno on his shoulder. Taemin reached up to tap his own eyelids. “What you can see, is very special, kid. You’re an artist and I’m here to recognize that for you. It seems to me, you can do more than take pictures of sidewalks.” 

Jeno smiled happily, his eyes disappearing from joy. He couldn’t wait to tell you about it. 

The rest of the week, leading up to Jeno’s appointment, had felt nothing short of blissful moments together. You and Jeno spent almost every waking minute together without the cost of your friends’ time. He walked you to your classes, some even being across the campus from his own. You accompanied him for meals, even sitting in his lectures to just be with him.

There were no words that established what you two had become to each other. Jeno wasn’t looking for that anyways, in fact, he somewhat liked the ambiguity. If only he could tell you how making love to you made him begin to actually fall for you.

You were never one to hold a serious relationship, but you found a small want for that festering in Jeno. It was hard to admit to yourself, but Jeno saw you for all that you were. He truly saw you, whether it had been through a lens or through his own eyes. He captured your rawness and you were able to find vulnerability around him. 

He ran to you, where you sat in the lobby waiting for him to finish his meeting. Peering up from your phone, you noticed the beaming smile on the boy’s face. You couldn’t hold back your own grin, seeing him apparent with so much joy. “I’m guessing good things?”

“I got it, (Y/N)!” He jumped into your arms and you laughed at the sudden affection. “He loved my photos.” 

“I didn’t doubt it for one second. You’re an artist, Jeno. You create masterpieces that make even someone like me, feel like art.” 

Jeno hugged you closer to his chest, giving you a tiny squeeze. Pulling away to face you, his eyes examined your outstanding grace. You knew what he was already going to say, but simply wanted to hear him say it. “That’s because you are art.”

[alistair-blackwood]

writing update! so for the last few weeks ive been slowly working through the companion piece for fell in your opinion and its almost complete, with about 3-ish pages of editing left. it’s a pretty dense scene, though, so im giving myself permission to shelve it for now and take a short break to reboot. between that and momm (the next chapter still around 50% complete), it’ll be a good while before anything’s ready to be posted :’(

in the meantime, here’s the opening scene from the companion piece, as a treat~

fallen out of favor and fallen on my face

companion piece to fell in your opinion, Jon POV

Preview word count: ~1k

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It proved difficult to watch Martin walk back to the cab stand, alone. Should Jon have insisted on accompanying him, in case it started to rain again? Is that what a good boss would have done?

Not that Jon would know anything about that. Good boss, feh. His only template was Elias and, well, that was fraught with its own tension. 

It just didn’t sit right with him, watching that lone figure shuffle down the corner on the rain soaked pavement.

And maybe … maybe he also wanted to spend a little bit more time with Martin. Soak in the colour of his eyes, equal measures vulnerable and … concerned.

With that thought came a flushing face and a stomach churning with embarrassment and shame. Jon buried his face in his hand, massaging his temples. The streetlights were doing nothing for his headache.

Jon knew the sort of person he was: Irritable, unfriendly, impatient, argumentative. He’d accepted it, leaned into it, even. It made things easier, after all, knowing how people will feel about you in advance, so why bother going off script?

And yet, despite all that, Martin said he still should have a cup of tea in the morning. Deserved it, he’d said. Jon didn’t feel like he deserved much of anything these days, much less … 

Just get to the dishes already, Sims.

Scooping up the plate, he flipped on the sink and watched as it filled with hot, soapy water. His finger tapped the edge of the counter, teeth gnawing at his abused bottom lip. There was nothing else for it.

In the very beginning, he’d assumed the tea Martin would bring was an effort to butter him up. Get close to him so as to better keep an eye on his work. Those were early days, when Jon had thought Martin to be working for Elias as some kind of spy, to go blabbing the moment Jon inevitably made a horrible mistake.

Those assumptions, however, were dashed when it had been made abundantly clear Martin had been even less qualified for his current position than Jon. 

Even when he’d realized Martin wasn’t some spy, he still assumed the tea was for something. Maybe to make Jon more forgiving to all of Martin’s obvious mistakes, which only served to increase his own workload, barely treading water as it was. Absurd, in hindsight. Why would Martin continue to bring him tea for all those months when it obviously did nothing to ease Jon’s ... temperament? 

Of course, it had just been standard courtesy. A friendly gesture, from an amiable man. 

Jon … didn’t react well to people being friendly with him. A learned habit from the struggles of childhood, maybe. He thought he’d gotten better after the extensive efforts of Tim and Sasha back in research, but apparently that hadn’t been the case. And, in the cold, impersonal halls of the Institute, no one went out of their way to be kind to him, not without reason. Even with Tim and Sasha, the close proximity of their work required that they get along, although he’s certain they’d argue otherwise out of politeness. 

Jon preferred things that way. It meant nothing was expected from him. Nobody was disappointed.

Jon was Martin’s boss; they didn’t have to get along with each other. So then why …?

Because he’s kind, you knobhead.

Dumping the dishes into the hot water, he flipped off the sink and yanked out a sponge. Fat load of good that realisation does him now; not after all the things Jon’s said and done, the things he can never take back. He could prattle off excuse after excuse, but that wouldn’t change the fact that, at the end of the day, he’s just an arse.

Jon’s shoulders sagged. Why hadn’t he realized sooner? Why hadn’t he figured out Martin was trying to be nice to him?

It’s probably the only thing you eat all day, anyway, right? Martin had said. Couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.

His eyes had been so resolute, so determined to care about him, despite everything. 

All these months working so closely together and, somehow, Jon never realized the colour of his eyes were an almost opalescent shade of brown. His smile– 

The dishes clattered into the sink, his face burning.

Christ, he was so predictable. One small gesture or hint of affection had him falling headfirst.

With Georgie, it had been the return of his collectible nekojima pen after a maths class. Had set a personal best record for himself for that.

The problem was when he fell so fast and so hard he cracked his head at the bottom of the swimming pool, and there was no one around to fish him out of the water. 

Not that any of that mattered; Jon would be lucky to salvage any kind of amicable relationship at all. 

Leaving the dishes to dry, Jon pulled out his phone. It was nearing 1 AM; Martin had said he lived in Croydon, hadn’t he? Surely, he must be back by now? Searching through his contacts, he squinted. Had he never saved Martin’s number? He could have sworn …

Oh. He hadn’t saved him under Martin. Just Blackwood.

Taking a shuddering breath, Jon struggled to compose his message (Are you–? Have you made it–? Do you think we can–?) before sending a succinct,

>Did you get home safely? 

He probably wouldn’t get a response for some time. Martin likely wasn’t chomping at the bit to hear from him.

And yet, a few moments later, his phone chimed.

>yeah

Oh.

>Good.

Maybe, though … Maybe things could be different this time. Maybe Jon can put his trust in someone else’s kindness for its own sake. 

Maybe Jon could be better. 

Even though the work loomed high, bearing its weight down on his thin shoulders, Jon decided it would be better for everyone if he actually got some sleep that night.

[astralaffairs]

all that glitters ∙ overture | angelica schuyler

you didn't expect that going to college, taking classes there, would mean meeting a siren -- let alone one disguised as anything but. yet, when you did, even after you realized, you were more than prepared to throw yourself overboard into raging waters at her song

word count: 1800

warnings: nada in the overture; also this is NOT a siren au it's j a metaphor; second hand embarrassment

a/n: hope y'all like this, im kinda trying smth different atm 👀

{✨}

THUS FAR, YOU had had exactly four interactions with Angelica Schuyler. Half of them were questionable to even have been counted as such.

First off, let's jump right into the list. You bumped into her getting off the shuttle to the east side of campus. Quite literally. Classes didn't start for a week, you were just moving into your dorm, you didn't know anyone, and the last thing you needed was to be on bad terms with someone before you knew them. You looked up to see the person who your shoulder had just hit, and you froze. That was the day she first caught your attention. Dark, curly hair, a strong, sharp jaw, dimples so deep they adorned her cheeks despite her frown, and high cheekbones. You were slightly mesmerized, if only for a moment, before she cleared her throat, walking past you onto the bus. You mumbled a "sorry" as she passed, she said nothing, and that was that. Luckily for you, campus was big, and you were small, so the odds of having to worry about her were slim.

Less than a week later, your phone buzzed as you were tacking up a tapestry to the wall of your dorm. Not bothering to pause your shuffled combination of soft indie pop, hard rap, and show tunes, you turned on your screen and tapped on your first notification.

Angelica Schuyler (@angelischuy) has requested to follow you.

You frowned. You didn't recognize the name, so you clicked over to her profile, and the first thing to catch your eye was not her profile picture or any pictures succeeding it, but her bio, reading 'Columbia '21'. With the understanding that this was apparently someone who went to school with you as of now, you clicked to her recent, trying to see if you knew the girl.

You inhaled sharply.

The warm brown eyes and soft contour of her cheeks had you recognizing her instantly, despite the fact that you had seen her face only for a split second before. You put your phone down with hands that shook little enough for you to ignore it, and you went back to your task. After that, though, you couldn't ignore the nagging question at the back of your mind: Did she only follow you simply because of your school, or, by some divine intervention, was this girl following you because she happened to recognize you, too?

So that brings us to the first two interactions, in which no words were even exchanged. The third, though, was of a nature ever-so-slightly different. A week and a day after that first interaction marked the first day of classes, and Angelica was in your international human rights law seminar.

It, unfortunately, turned out to be your 8 AM, but as a particular semi-familiar face slid into the seat next to you at the back of the room, bright-eyed and smelling like coffee, you found yourself less able to complain about being there when you were. All she offered you at the beginning of the class was a tight-lipped smile and a nod (you had yet to understand how rare her smiles were, forced or otherwise), and you proceeded like that for the next three classes. The interaction came at the end of the third class when the professor dismissed you all, and she turned to you with a small frown.

"Hey, Y/N, do you know what Professor Von Steuben was saying about the video he had linked on legal qualifications of genocide?" Her dark brow was tightly knit, and you again found yourself frozen. She knew your name. "Like, I get that's what we have to watch to prepare for next class and all, but how did he say we were supposed to access it?"

"Oh! Uh, I don't know." Why did you say that? You did know; you could've just told her. You blinked stupidly. "Sorry."

She just dismissed it with a frown and a hum of acknowledgment as she slid her books back into her back and stood up to leave. You were internally screaming, your gaze fixed on your desk, waiting until she was out of the room to move.

And finally, four.

Four weeks in, as a matter of fact. Four was arguably the worst one; the greater the attempt at interaction the more it seemed to screw you over. Four was the one that left you anxious and overanalyzing, left you considering direct messaging her to apologize for how damn awkward you were.

The day proceeded the same as any other. You showed up half asleep, Angelica found the seat next to yours minutes before the lecture began, and that was that. You took notes on your laptop; she scrawled them in messy script across the pages of her notebook. Ten minutes left, and you were set up to leave class unscathed. Seven minutes had you drumming your fingers on the trackpad of your laptop. Five had you bouncing your knee restlessly, but it was four that really body checked you directly into the brick wall on thr side of a dank alleyway. Four minutes left; four minutes to ruin your self-confidence.

"Now, I have a handout for you," your professor said as she walked across the front of the lecture hall. "An exercise in thought. Due to the nature of this, I want all work, opinions, ideas, etcetera written on the physical paper for this assignment. No laptops will be permitted."

You did your best not to contribute to the collective groan that rippled through the room as you closed your laptop, following suit of many of your classmates.

"Don't sound so excited," Mrs. Knox commented dryly. "I am not going to have you spend the next--" She lifted her wrist, briefly eyeing her watch. "--four minutes completing this, but it will be your only homework between now and the next time we meet."

And then, a quiet murmur of conversation picked back up throughout the lecture hall, people passing papers back, talking about them, packing up to finally get out of there. You let out a short huff at the instructions as the papers reached the far end of your row, making it closer to you. You'd always had a tendency to lose any paper that came into your possession, so you weren't sure this would be a fun time. You pulled your bag into your lap and began stuffing everything but one folder in -- just so you wouldn't lose this this time.

When everything was in, you glanced up to check on the status of the handout, just to see that the pile had reached the row behind you, seemingly having passed right over you, and you glanced at Angelica to your right. She had the back of a pen between her teeth, her expression as nonchalany as ever as she leafed through the stapled papers.

You almost groaned; the packet seemed to have passed you -- but that was when you noticed an extra copy sitting on the desk in front of you, just offset from Angelica's notebook. Had she grabbed one of them for you?

A soft, slightly lopsided smile came to your lips, and you turned to her with slight hesitation.

"Hey, uh, can I get one of those?" you asked, motioning to the papers in front of her with as nonchalantly friendly of an expression as you could pull (you were sure it came off as stiffly as you felt, though).

She stared at you for a moment, blinked, the pen still between her teeth. "No."

FUCK, holy SHIT, what did I do this time, am I really this fucking stupid, oh my GOD, Y/N, what the FUCK are you thinking, oh my god, dumb bitch you really did it this time--

Wait. Somehow, somewhere, in the midst of your panic, you'd managed to take a social cue from that. She was being sarcastic. God, she was actually making something of a joke with you. It was written more clearly than your dumb ass could see, in her smiling eyes and raised brow and at the amused ghost of a grin playing at the very corners of her lips. Maybe you weren't hopeless after all.

OH but GOD, how do I RESPOND to this?? With more sarcasm? What the fuck, I shouldn't have tried to interact. I should've just taken a 0 on the assignment. It's not fine, FUCK--

As her eyebrows rose slightly more, almost as a challenge, you realized you'd been staring at her for a moment too long.

"Thanks, really appreciate it," you replied, trying to match her sarcasm -- but coming off way more dry and annoyed and cold than intended. Fuck, why did pretty girls have to have this effect on you?

She looked at you for a moment longer, before averting her attention back to the paper in her hand. But she did so passing you the extra paper in the process.

You took it wordlessly from her outstretched hand, glancing at her expression warily. She didn't seem to care what was happening with you any longer -- she'd made whatever assessment she was going to make, and you just wanted to get the hell out of there. You tucked the paper into your (only) folder before tossing your backpack onto your shoulder and turning to leave.

You could only think of one thing on the way out though, and it wasn't your plans for the rest of the day, and it wasn't how interesting the lecture had been, and it wasn't the weather, or the question of where your friends were, or what was being served for lunch in the closest dining hall.

I think you can guess what it was.

Because, FUCK, you couldn't believe how oblivious you were sometimes. Had you come off as a total bitch? Was that just how she reacted to people? Had your response to sarcasm not seemed like a joke? Was she going to hate you for the rest of her life now?

Only a small corner of your reasonable mind was there to stop you from DMing her in an anxious panic to explain that you really weren't a mean person.

You didn't stop thinking about it for the rest of your night.

So there they were. The four horsemen of your particular apocalypse, the dramatic build-up to an arguably more dramatic disappointment.

They didn't sound quite as bad as they felt.

But regardless, these were the facts of the case, and this was the only existing premise for the events that were then set to transpire, that were perhaps already even put into motion by some higher power behind the scenes.

You didn't know it yet, but those four events would spiral into something much bigger for you. Don't put them out of your mind yet, because sooner than you realize, you won't be able to.

[anuncertainnewkink]

My Kitten

I never know how to start these things so, Once upon a time in a galaxy far far away but not actually in another galaxy cuz how would we know what happened we haven’t developed inter galactic space travel but I digress. My name is Christopher or that’s what my wife calls me, says she likes the way it rolls off her tongue. When a woman with an oral fixation and a tongue piercing says she likes the way your full name rolls off her tongue you damn well go by that name from then on and be glad she didn’t like calling you bo-bo the clown. My wife Tiffany and I have vary different jobs that keep us away from home and our schedules don’t match up as much as we’d like. I’m a pilot and she’s a doctor if you want to be vague. After 2 months of us being apart I was going to have 5 days off but my luck she had a medical conference to attend. Well I’m a romantic and I missed my wife so I hatched a plan.

I arranged it so that my last flight of the week ended me in Miami where the conference was. I didn’t tell her I was going to surprise her, little did I know I’d get the surprise. When I landed I changed into a tailored black 3 piece suit she had got me black pants, black coat and vest red bottom up shirt. She’s a smart woman when I got in that suit I felt powerful as hell. The whole 20 minute trip to the hotel she was staying at I felt like my heart was in my ears. I had been texting her and she confirmed she was in the hotel bar. Ok so I knew where to go once I got there.

I walked into the lobby and quickly found the bar, I found a place with a good view of everywhere. I wanted her to casually notice me and come up to me. It wasn’t crowded but there were about 30 people in the bar. So it didn’t take long to check and recheck all the faces and notice that she wasn’t in the bar. I text her asking how her bar experience was going she told me that it was quiet. It was “soooo relaxing” I got a hint of sexual innuendo. She may have been drinking but it weren’t here. 20 minutes later my spot having a clear view to the elevators I noticed a drop dead gorgeous woman walk out of the elevator. 5’1” curvy hour glass figure fierce eye liner making her eyes dark pools that just kind of suck you in, a knee length black dress, low cut not to much to be slutty but enough to make men want to stare but not wanna get caught. A full tattoo sleeve on her right arm. She was a man eater I knew right away, top it off with a wedding ring and black heals framing her valuptuous legs I could only imagine what she was here to do. As she walked out of the elevator a man smacked her ass she turned around as they went separate ways and she gave him a naughty lip bite as they walked away from eachother. forget my wife I had to have this... this creature, this sexually charged goddess. By now I figured out why if not where my wife was if she was off having fun why shouldn’t I?

Stealing my courage I downed a glass of whisky and decided to walk over to her before my brain could sober and talk me out of it. She was sitting alone at the bar like a woman does that’s waiting for a man to pick her up. Back ever so slightly arched showing off her boobs and ass at the same time. I came up to her from behind. Putting my left hand on her hip and my right hand on her hand showing my inked up forearm (women tend to like seeing ink) I whispered in here ear “what would it take for a guy like me to leave here with a lady like you?” She let out a combination of a gasp and a moan, weather by my words, my touch, or my hot breath on her neck I don’t know but something I did was right. She turned to face me eyeing me up and down, licking her bottom lip she told me in a cocky tone “im all yours, for the right price.” My eyes went wide for a brief second, a reaction I hope I was doing well to hide. “You’re a pro?” I said stunned. “By night I am, here at least.” She made is sound so innocent. Glancing at her wedding ring I asked “what about your husband?”. “Oh he travels for business so a girl needs to have her fun, plus why would I bother him with my side business. I love him not them.” I stood semi shocked but it’s like having a side job that you enjoy in a way so who was I to judge. She glanced down “so what’s a married man doing talking to a “pro” I think is what you called me?” “I was going to meet my wife here but She seems to have misplaced herself, I suspect in another guys room.” I said matter of fact. I didn’t want her thinking I was a sleeze ball. I enjoyed being next to her I didn’t want her to walk away. “Mmm” she said with a bit of reservation, “revenge is a dangerous game for 1 let alone 2 married people to play in.” She said turning to go “NO!” I said pulling her close “you’ve got it wrong I’m not talking to you for revenge, I’m talking to you because of 3 dozen people in this room you’re the only one that catches my eye.” I told her with which was I’m sure pleading in my eyes. She seemed like she wanted to go still so I pressed “being this close to you is driving me crazy, please no promises for anything after. won’t you just have a drink with me?” Her eyes kind of lit up, she smiled and I melted a little inside. “I’m Christopher by the way.” I reached out “Kat” she replied shaking my hand.

She sat back down and I got us new drinks and we talked for a couple hours, the whole time I had my arm around the small of her back us both leaned into eachother. We said it was to hear eachother which we both knew was a bad excuse in a half empty bar. I started abcent mindedly tracing shapes or just gently rubbing her thigh before she looked down and back up to me and bit her lip, I glanced down was horrified at first for not realizing what I was doing, then when I realized lip biting wasn’t a bad thing I continued and got even more bold. After the first hour I was torn between wanting to have her and wanting to keep talking after two hours I didn’t want to leave the bar. Watching her lips move as she talked to me, wanting to kiss them so horribly bad. Her cheeks as she smiled at me, the eyes that seemed every color at once. She was captivating I didn’t wanna take my eyes off of her for a second even if it was to go up to her room, being as I didn’t have one yet.

Alas all good things must come to an end... or so they say. The bar called last call and before our drinks went dry I got up the courage to ask her if I could go back to her room explaining I didn’t have a room and didn’t know it was a grand idea to go to my wife’s room uninvited. She looked at me but slowly got a cheeky grin on her face and told me “yes, but it’ll cost you” “how much?” I said kind of taken aback. “500 for the room, another 500 if you wanna get lucky daddy” the last part she said as a whisper in my ear as she slid off the stool brushed past me and walked for the elevator gently pulling my hand with her. $1000 I had a devilish grin when I though “what would my wife say.” I watched her plump ass as we walked to the elevator. Their could have been a dancing purple elephant in the lobby and I wouldn’t have known I was so fixated on her ass. When we got into the elevator we were alone, I decided to lean in for a kiss but she put her finger against my lips and “nuh uh uh, not yet” so I waited in utter frustration till we got to her room.

She opened the door and walked in ahead of me. “Forgive the mess I had another client before we met, wasn’t expecting to work a double tonight.” She said with a sly wink. Damn she was naughty. “Money first.” She said in a cold manner. Taking out my wallet I put the $1000 down, I had gotten money out for Tiffany and I to do something special tonight. “Shit wasn’t expecting this” I thought as the money hit the night stand. As soon as it did she transformed into a little sex kitten. The air around her changed and I couldn’t feel more drawn to her if I was pulled by a truck. I pinned her against a wall wrapping one arm around her waist and my right hand holding the back of her neck I kissed her and the fireworks flew! The world went black and it was just her and I in a void. Before I knew it we were against the bed my shirt was undone and her cocktail dress was coming up over her head. As it covered her head and arms I held her so she couldn’t take it all the way off. I bit her neck leaving my mark, telling the world least for tonight that “she’s mine” I heard her moan as I did, that made me want to do it again but I’m paying for the night so I might as well pace myself. Under her dress she had a black unlined bra showing off her pierced nipples, drove me fucking wild, a black garter belt with black thigh high leggings and no panties to be found. This woman was made for her night job. We threw her dress aside and I took off her bra, I had to get my mouth on her tits. The metal was warm in my mouth, I must have not notice I’d been making her so hot before we came up here. Kat pulled my head close and pulled my hair to manipulate my mouth on her skin. Once I had played with both nipples (symmetry is key) she pushed me down on the bed and removed my shirt. She moved her hands across my chest which drove me crazy when Tiffany did it but now that I’m watching Kats hands move across my chest watching her wedding ring move atop my nipple my mind went to mush.

Somewhere along the way she had undone my pants and started sucking my cock, slowly. Like she was teasing me. I love being teased but I needed her on me riding me, I took a breath cuz again I had to remember I payed for the night, take your time Chris. I did however pick her up and get her thighs to straddle my face in a 69 position. My mouth had been watering all night thinking of tasting her even after I found out she was moonlighting as an escort. Her pussy was wet and tasted like it should. I could even taste her lovers cum drip across my tongue from time to time, I almost came right then and there. She was so good at sucking my cock I had so hold on to her waist and almost put my mouth on auto pilot otherwise I’d not have been able to last long. After 5 minutes she came in my mouth, she made a halfhearted attempt to keep sucking my dick through the gasps but I flipped her on her back and got in between her legs. After I was fully in her she pulled me down and kissed me, deeply and lovingly. The next hour was more love making than Fucking and I was ok with that. I could hardly think but to this day I can still picture her figure as I fucked her from behind, her ankles in the air as I thrust into her as she was on her back. The look on her face as she came so hard riding me that she said she saw stars. What broke the flow was that every night before they went to bed I’d call my wife and kids so say goodnight so when my phone went off Kat asked “should you get that?” “Nah I’m pretty sure I know who it is, it’s ok” For the home stretch we had picked up the pace and were hard animalistic fucking when she said “give your slut your cum daddy” and hearing this slut call me daddy, and telling me to cum in her, sent me over the edge and in the moment it was the best choice I had ever made to cum in her. We lay down next to eachother gasping. I’m pretty sure we actually fell asleep next to eachother for a few mins. Then my phone went off again. So I covered her up and answered the FaceTime call. Our children were in their pajamas and we all smiled we told them good night and that we’d call them in their morning since they weren’t on the same time zone as us.

After we said goodnight I looked over at her and said “Kat?” She looked at me and said “well you call me kitten so it’s kinda my escort alter ego” innocently. God her being innocent about how naughty she was drove me crazy. “What made you decide to play along?” I asked “when I got out of the elevator with Cory I felt you in the room, I didn’t know where you were but I knew you were there and knew you’d find me but once he smacked my ass I knew I had been caught, so when I felt you behind me and feeling how warm you were to me I knew you weren’t mad and that it was gonna be an amazing night if I said fucking it and just went with it.”

It was an amazing night. I asked her how long she’d been working as an escort. “This is only the second...ish trip I’ve done it, I only do it on these trips so please don’t think this is a thing when we’re home except for what you already know about baby.” Her eyes kind of went wide explaining it to me and I realized she was starting to over think why I asked. I pulled her close in bed and kissed her deeply her tense body relaxed in my arms. Our kiss broke and I told her “baby it’s ok I’m not mad but thank you for telling me you don’t do this at home though, hadn’t thought to ask that yet.” “I know my daddy.” She said with a wink. Mmmm my cocky little slut. “So how did this start?”

“ well three months ago...” “wait 3?” She goes on a trip about every month. “I thought you said 2 trips or months?” “ I said 2-ish, this is the ish. Now hush and listen baby.” “Yes ma’am.”. She went on to tell me about how the group she normally hangs out with we’re drunk one night and one of the single girls picked up a guy that unbeknownst to most everyone else in the group was also apart of the conference. Upon finishing up the man mistook the girl for an escort and left money on the night stand “how he judged how much to give, id still really like to know” she told me as she recounted the story. While the girl was puzzled as to why he just put money down he quickly left before she could correct him. The next day while recounting the story to the others they could see how a married man being picked up at a hotel bar could think that. The bigger question was why was she surprised. But that night was a blow out party and all the drinks were on him, so to speak. That night, something clicked in Tiffany’s mind that night. Why are we funding our own fun on these trip? Half the girls were single the other half flirt enough that going the extra mile wouldn’t be out of the question. What if we do become escorts just for the group of people that come to these dreaded conferences... “and the rest is history as they say.”

I was kind of blown away my wife was the queen pin of an escort ring. She looked over at me again the pleading reassurance in her eyes “are you sure you’re not mad at me?” She asked. “Not at all baby.” I smiled and barried my face in the nape of her neck kissing and sucking and biting. Upon bitting she moans out “no marks.” I groan in frustration as I beat back my primal side that wants to leave my mark on her perfect body. I settle for causing her chills from my lips on her neck. She grinds her hips into me her pussy still warm and vary wet caresses my cock and brings him back to life. That night we make love as ourselves this time. Before falling asleep.

We woke as there was a knock on the door. Tiffany got up to answer it in a robe. It was her friend Stacy. Tiffany opened the door and stays was taken aback “well I was here to pick you up but I can see you’re not ready” She said as she looks her up and down. “I’m playing hookie today” “what? You never play hookie?” As I turned my head away Stacy noticed me. A knowing look came across her face with the smirk to boot. “How much is this one paying you?” “This one bought me a house.” She said with a wink as she closed the door. She dropped the robe as she climbed in bed with me. She kissed up my back to my cheek making me roll over to be able to kiss her properly. I wrapped my arms around her and held her like I’d never want to let go. Once our kiss broke and my head cleared because damn that spark when we kiss sometimes, wow. “So you have me to yourself all day what do you want to do today?” She asked me with a child like excited bounce in her voice. “I don’t know I spent a lot of money on booze and an escort last night” I told her smirking. “Well just so happens I made a few thousand dollars last night so let me spoil you daddy.” She said with pouty lips as she leaned in for another kiss. “Wait a second a few? How many did y-“ she cut me off with a giggle and a finger to my lips. “Hehe relax baby it was just you and Cory lastnight.” “But...” slipped out. “I gave you the family discount.” She said still obviously amused her own husband payed to have sex with her. Once the realization sunk in that a guy had payed $2000 for a couple hours with my wife, I was filled with a substantial amount of unexpected pride in her. She is damn good in bed.