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the art of obsession | kim taehyung

summary: in a world of painters and poets, there were two college students looking for the right sort of inspiration. through devotion in your craft, you find yourself drawn to kim taehyung—a grad student painter who’s everything you’ve ever looked for in a character. his walk, his form of speech, his art, it all captivated you to the point where you wanted to recreate him in words and you begin to realize how similar the two of you really are. you share a sort of obsession in your work that seems like only each other could understand and he invites you into his world of oil paints and charcoals in hopes of drawing you on paper.

✎ genre/au: dark academia. college au. painter!taehyung x writer!y/n [afab. she/her]

✎ 17.4K words

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” — Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë

warnings: smut. slight obsession with their work. prestigious college. tae literally takes oc to a graveyard. oc and tae dont take criticism well. unprotected intercourse. oral [f and m]. oc slobs on his knob and tae eats like it’s the last supper. missionary. side position. lowkey passionate sex. fireplace crackling. namjoon and oc used to be fwb. hints that oc and Jimin used to be fwb too. jungkook is tae’s sculpture artist bestie. jimin is oc’s ballerina bestie. namjoon is oc’s writer bestie.

The smell of cigarettes was something you were fairly used to being around where you resided. You’re not sure what makes it so popular among young academics and sometimes you wonder if it’s not the need of nicotine but more so the aesthetic of it that they all seem to enjoy. It seemed to always linger in the air around campus where all the grad students would walk with their heads down and bags under their eyes as stress took over their entire being. You understand the stress but being an undergrad student yourself, you’re not sure you could understand the extent of it that they must feel. All you could really do is watch the way it slowly deteriorates their body every time they step into the library.

Maybe it’s the Literature major in you, but you never fail to try and assess each person that walks in as if you could see their entire character design and what makes them who they are. Today you got a bit lucky because despite how slow your homework had been going, your favorite case of study had just walked in wearing his usual black turtleneck tucked into a pair of loose corduroy pants. He wore a pair of rounded wire glasses that you love getting to see him in and they did wonders to conceal the eye bags you knew were there.

With this smallest hint of entertainment you’ve found through your long and boring study session with only one friend to confide in, you shut your copy of — excuse the pretentiousness — The Pictures of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, and lowered the volume on your headphones enough to be more aware of the cause of his visit today. You rarely saw him in the library and if he did happen to come by it was to check out or check in a single book on Michaelangelo or Davinci.

You were surprised by how close he seemed to have gotten to you today. The table you studied at was only a couple feet away from a book aisle he had currently walked down and now he was just a meter or so away with his head down in his book. The usual smell of smoke surrounded him and despite scrunching your nose at the smell, you chose to ignore it and study him a little further. You even went as far as to lower your headphones until they curled around your neck giving him your attention even if he didn’t know he had it.

As much of an observer as you were, you never seemed to catch on to the way his gaze would shift to you any time you weren’t looking, eyes scanning your features rather quickly as he made his own assessment. You dressed warmly today, probably due to the fact that there’s been a light rain that has been casted over the city, always seeming to linger longer where the buildings were older and all signs of urban life seemed to dissipate. You were dressed in neutral tones today that placed you perfectly with your own surroundings and if this was a painting he’s sure you would be the focal point—or maybe the single spec of bright color you wore which was in this case your powder blue headphones. He’s not sure he’s ever used that specific shade of blue in a single one of his works before but maybe he’ll look into it.

He rarely visited the library but when he did it was always a pleasant surprise to see you there. He didn’t care much to get to know you, he just found the aesthetic of it all captivating. The library was beautiful, truthfully, with its dark wood shelves and polished tile floors that echoed with each step. It was eerily quiet and it always smelled of old books and always reminded him of a cathedral. There were large stained glass windows of poets, painters, dancers, etc. the clear glass windows overlooked the large pond that covered the back of the small campus where the woods began to take over and student life decreased aside from the occasional late night college party hosted there between trees and bonfires.

“He always comes into my work for paints. I wonder why he always pays in cash.” Your friend said, suddenly appearing next to you and not messing with the printer anymore. He must’ve caught sight of Taehyung before he left and considering he worked at a supply store, it was no surprise he recognized him.

“Maybe he hates banks,” you joked, turning to Jimin with a smile. Jimin pursed his lips staring down the aisle where Taehyung had disappeared once he had his book, “Maybe cash is more aesthetically pleasing. He’s an art major, isn’t he? I say he’s too pretentious to use a plastic card—or even worse, Tap to Pay.”

At that you laughed, deciding to continue the teasing of a man you barely knew while also trying to defend him, “Do people ever get tired of throwing words around?”

“Are you referring to my use of ‘pretentious’?” Jimin asked as he moved to the other side of the counter, “I used the term correctly, it’s an adjective meaning, ‘attempting to impress by affecting greater importance and culture than is actually possessed’. His refusal to adhere to society’s technological advances is pretentious in itself. I bet he still uses No. 2 pencils as an act of defiance against mechanical pencils—if he was a writer like you he would probably be more drawn to a pen but he’s an artist and artists make mistakes that get covered up or changed.”

You couldn’t help but smirk at that, “Tell me then, Jimin, what does a ballerina use to convey words? An Arabesque?”

Jimin released a loud groan, “I hate this goddamn school.”

You watched him open his newest generation laptop and hide behind it. He knew now how little room he had to talk. You, yourself, couldn’t utter a word to disagree with him either when in your hand was a Montblanc fountain pen that cost your parents a hefty 1,500$ to get to you when you were first accepted into the school. You’re sure when the time comes for you to finish undergrad, they’ll up the price and give you one worth 4,000$—the most profound amount of proof that you did in fact strictly use pens for everything.

You would never dare mention anything revolving around the money Taehyung’s family is rumored to have because you don’t know anything about him to do so.

All you knew were the few things you’ve noticed — a couple that even made it into your journal — like the fact that he specialized in two mediums; charcoal and oil paintings. He’s a known name at the University for his work and dedication and you saw that through one of his works. It was dark and a bit twisted but it told a story and you think that’s what drew you into him before you even knew it was him.

Despite his strong presence that always seemed to draw you in, he had a gift for making himself invisible in a group setting. He never spoke up in class, never caused a fuss, he was in and out like a shadow.

At the start of the semester you were taken by surprise when you found him sitting in one of the back rows of the lecture hall to an advanced anatomy class that you’re sure you took for very different reasons. Taehyung was interested in the study of the body so he could fully understand the way the it works from the inside out. He wanted to understand how each limb moved, how fluid each bone and muscle connected, how they could contort, see where the organs go, imagine the flesh coming to life when he painted.

In literature, anatomy isn’t referring to the human body. It refers to a separation of a topic into smaller parts for detailed analysis of the work. You did not make a mistake when you chose this lecture, you too wanted to study the body for your work. You wanted to learn how fragile it really was, how it could be destroyed, how hard it was to do so. You wanted to know about which bones were weaker, which organ puncture did the most damage. You need visuals and understanding of its healing process, of the way it moved, how the nervous system worked. Once you had a better understanding of the body, you just knew that you would be able to apply all these things to your writing. You would be able to detail how your character’s body deteriorated outside and in. How the body would slowly break down, which nerves were affected, how the heart worked in that moment. It would be gruesome but intriguing enough for your readers.

Maybe you needed to write something not so dark, something that didn’t make you take courses you didn’t really need but wanted in hopes that they’ll help you understand better. You didn’t actually need to go this far to describe a couple grueling scenes but it helped.

The room was silent aside from the obnoxious sound of the clock, Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock…Ticking.

You stood at the front of your professor’s desk in his clustered office filled with classical literature books and awards for writing all over the shelves. His desk took up the majority of the space inside and whenever you were in here you couldn’t help but feel just a little suffocated. There were barely any words shared between the two of you, he only ever decided to truly grace you with his speech when he was critiquing and yet right now he’s been uncomfortably silent.

The silence had grown so long that you found your attention drifting toward the grandfather clock that was tucked away near the overwhelming stained glass window that overlooked the courtyard filled with wet and fallen leaves. The trees were bare and the fountain had a sculpture of a big swan with its wings spread in what looked like a dance. It always reminded you of the Swan Song, but you never knew if that was morbid of you. The idea of your University of Fine Arts decorating the campus in the black and white birds simply for decor always seemed strange to you too.

There was no way they would ever portray anything without meaning, or at least something not up for interpretation and yet every time you looked at one of the swans, you thought about the Swan Song, the way the bird’s wings were open beautifully with each detail chiseled into the stone. It looked like the swan’s final performance before its end. It wasn’t the sort of symbolism you liked to see at a school with such dedicated artists looking for a way to perfect every aspect of their work as if each one was their last.

“I like it,” your professor finally said, drawing your attention back to him in an instant, “Your writing has improved Y/n, I’m starting to really visualize the plot and I think it has a certain rawness to it that I’m not used to seeing from you.”

The corner of your lips turned upward like you wanted to smile but you wouldn’t fully allow yourself to. He hasn’t looked at you yet, his eyes stayed glued to your paper and it was clear he wasn’t done, “But it still feels stiff—well, the main character does. I can’t understand him yet, he’s just a mystery to me and not one I’m interested in unraveling. I can’t understand his depth and it’s becoming a big flaw in your writing. Everything else sounds wonderful, well articulated and with such emotion… that when I think of him all I see a huge lack of substance. He’s being drowned out by the rest and he’s supposed to be the one I follow when I read.”

You didn’t say anything as your jaw slowly clenched shut, eyes unwavering as he went on, “It’s like you have a lack of knowledge for human emotion and psychology, I’m not sure that’s something that can be easily fixed.”

“Does it make my writing bad?” You asked stiffly and he shook his head no.

“No, your writing is captivating but there’s a very huge disconnect I’m feeling from your characters,” he said, looking up at you, “It takes away the beauty of it.”

Your lips felt sewn shut as he handed you back your paper with all of his notes for you to fix and you felt like crying. You couldn’t even utter out a single word as you forced yourself not to react to his words and leave his office with your head held high.

What did he mean by disconnect? What more did he want you to do? What did you not understand about human emotion? You’re a human, what is there not to get? What else did he want from you?

These questions circled your head for what felt like an eternity, only confusing you more and more as you left for your next lecture. You spent the fifteen minute gap with your journal out jotting down every question that came to mind trying to see how you could find answers to these.

You sat alone in your row of seats waiting for other students to arrive and you took the time to brainstorm. He told you your characters lacked substance and implied that they were hard to visualize. He said that he can’t understand them, especially the lead and that he couldn’t be absorbed into a story about a character he doesn’t care for. He basically said that you lacked an understanding of emotional depth for the characters you write and therefore your stories will continue to have a disconnect until something changes. If only something could inspire you, maybe help you analyze these so-called emotions you couldn’t comprehend. You needed to remove some of the mystery around your character and really dive in on his arc, understand how he felt. How could you do that? It's not like you could fully visualize it yourself either unless you really began to study those around you more than you already do.

You sat up straighter in your seat and looked around as the lecture hall began to fill slowly. The room had a sort of ancient feel to it with long hazelnut rows of desks pressed side by side against each other in an amphitheater manner. There were diagrams and models of the human body plastered everywhere but none looked straight off of a doctor’s catalog. They looked like Davinci himself drew every skeleton in the room. It also had a small echo especially when the rain hit the wall or glass windows that sometimes tuned out the sound of talking students entering the hall.

You recognized most of the faces and the one who passed you as he went up a few rows seemed to distract you more than the others. Kim Taehyung didn’t wear glasses today but he wore a wool sweater and linen pants. There was a small splotch of gray paint on his knuckle that he hadn't seemed to notice as he swung his book bag onto the desk with a small thud, uncaring if anyone heard and ignored everyone around him.

He was similar to your character, almost. He always seemed closed off and unapproachable but behind his eyes was an aura of emotion that isn’t easily interpreted. You found yourself beginning to scribble down in your journal, just basic things you noted about him.

The lazy, bored look in his eyes that made him look tired and unamused by everything that happened around him.

Then there was his stance. He had good posture but when he sat down in his seat he leaned all the way back with his arms on the table like he was observing every person in the lecture hall, even you.

You knew this because for a second your eyes met with Taehyung’s and in that measly moment you just took in the sight of each other. Taehyung didn’t hold much expression in face but his fingers seemed to twirl his No. 2 pencil a little more intently now. He ran his gaze down from your eyes to the curve of your nose and curl of your lips. There was something about your facial features that he was delighted in studying. When you looked away and gave him a view of your side profile he leaned toward his desk more and the leather sketchbook that rested over his textbook was flipped open as he began to sketch you.

The drawing didn’t mean much to him, it was just a small doodle to pass time, his hands had to always be sketching and you happened to be his distraction today. Usually he doesn’t really pay attention to you when he’s in class, you sit far enough from each other that you never interact and when he catches you in the library you always seem lost in your own world.

He knows your name, he read your story last semester simply because it intrigued him. It was published on the school forum and won an achievement so he checked it out and it was good, your writing is intricate, or at least that’s what he thinks. He’s able to follow along to every word and not be bored or confused but with a certain degree of understanding that the reader needs to learn. There’s an aura of mystery around it, yet it was not something that he couldn’t comprehend and he thinks that’s why he was able to enjoy it.

At the end of the lecture he had three small drawings of you.

“Come on man, it won’t take long, just one drink,” Jungkook begged him for the third time in a row. Despite his friend’s darker exterior dressed in black jeans, a black tee, and a black leather jacket, he was way more outgoing. He was always trying to get Taehyung to go out for drinks or to party but he just doesn’t have the time.

“Not tonight,” Taehyung said as he opened up his pack of cigarettes and took one out, sliding it to his lips before burning the end with his lighter. He handed the pack to Jungkook who took it without question and did the same.

Jungkook released a sigh in disappointment, shaking his head a little as he said, “Whatever man, you say that every night.”

Taehyung shrugged his shoulders as he took a drag and pulled it out between his index finger and thumb, “Then get the hint.”

His friend wasn’t listening anymore, choosing instead to stare at the building in front of him, dimly lit from all the lamp posts. It was just after sunset and the only students around were probably working on assignments like Jungkook and Taehyung. Taehyung took advantage of the art room to work privately and in a bigger space while Jungkook worked in the warehouse where he could work on his new sculpture. Taehyung couldn’t understand why Jungkook cared about whatever was going on at the library till he casually looked over too.

“She looks familiar,” Jungkook said pointing to you as you walked down the sidewalk toward the bus stop. Taehyung looked too, you had a tote bag like most students around here and there was a butterfly clip in your hair but it still looked messy. Your hair was down earlier and at some point you decided to put it up and he realized now that he didn’t have a preference on how hair looks on someone. He likes the style you had earlier and the one you have now too because they enhance your features more.

“That’s Y/n,” Taehyung said casually as they went to the parking lot. Jungkook looked at him curiously before glancing back at you, “You know her?”

Taehyung didn’t have an answer for that so he didn’t give one, he just walked ahead wondering the same thing. “Let’s get a drink,” Taehyung finally gave in and Jungkook immediately cheered. “Yes! Okay, don’t worry, just one.”

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder… that is what every artist has ever been taught. Taehyung has never been able to disagree with a statement more than that one. There is not beauty everywhere, it is not as inclusive as one might think and to truly understand art in the many forms it could take, one needs to understand the meaning of genuine beauty.

It’s quite terrifying in a sense, for one to be able to lose control and fall for the Dionysian seduction and view beauty for what it truly is. It is a raw and exhilarating topic that cannot be defined by just looks or words but more the freedom of life, life is beautiful in its own twisted way and to accept that definition is to be able to portray that in what you do. That’s why Taehyung’s art tends to lean toward a more dark and twisted form. When he creates art he’s not just looking at creating something nice to look at or something with a hidden meaning that no one would ever truly understand. When he creates, he wishes to express human emotion through his work—he wishes to make others feel things they’ve never felt before and that is the beauty he is chasing after.

Beauty is not a person but a feeling and when he looks at you he seems to understand that better.

It’s not just your outward attractiveness that draws him in. It’s the terrifying beauty that you radiate in your gaze, in your mannerisms, in your writing. It intrigues him and if he could put you on a canvas and unravel everything inside you — your fears, your joys, your tears — he would but till then you’re nothing but a familiar stranger that invades his mind when he least expects it.

“Taehyung, your work is beautiful,” his professor said, “Everything you create is effortlessly perfect but…”

He waited with a bated breath, already not liking where this was getting. He watched closely to the way she tilted her head in curiosity, “It’s rather dark, don’t you think? Maybe hard for interpretation an—“

“It’s not made to be interpreted by anything but the way it is,” Taehyung said boldly, “Once art is set for others to create a new meaning for it, is it ever truly art?”

“I guess I am not understanding what you mean,” she said leaning forward against her desk.

Taehyung released a sigh like this conversation with his senior was tedious, “When you look at Picasso’s work, do you think he created it for others to understand? Or was that something that people began to believe? He created art that was unconstraining to himself and his life.”

“Yes but look at Salvador Dali, the entire aspect of surrealism that he used was to unleash the power of imagination and creativity. You can’t just shut your art into a small box for the sake of aesthetic,” she said and that made him scoff, his lip curled in distaste, “And let’s look at Monet? He’s practically what started the entire idea of Impressionism.”

“What it meant to him, how he viewed it at that moment, that was all,” Taehyung said, which made the advisor release a sign, “Claude Monet once said, everyone pretends to understand his art, as if it were necessary to understand when it is only necessary to love.”

“I’m afraid this conversation will go back and forth if we continue,” she said with a huff, already irritated by the way things are going, “The exhibition is in three months, in a month I’ll connect with you on how everything is looking and give you the rundown as well is there anything else you need from me, Mr. Kim?”

Taehyung shook his head and without a goodbye he was getting up from his seat and storming out. Not even a second after the chestnut double doors shut, did he find himself reaching into the pocket of his jeans to get his pack out. The cigarette sat perfectly between his lips as he blocked one side with the hand so the wind didn’t blow his lighter out and he lit the tip, ignoring the ‘No Smoking’ sign just a couple feet away. He couldn’t help but mumble, “Stupid bitch,” under his breath once he finally left the building.

As he rounded the corner, something hit his chest and his free hand immediately the person steady in front of him.

Your hand was on his chest to keep from hitting him and as you looked up, your eyes widened just slightly. Taehyung didn’t say anything as he let you go, brushing against your side and moving around you to leave feeling your eyes on him. You watched him head the way you just came from and finally snapped out of it when you heard your friend call for you.

He turned to look for you seeing you already walking over to some tall and muscular guy. The guy gave you a dimpled smile as he followed after you, no longer in Taehyung’s peripheral.

“Maybe he has a point, Y/n,” Namjoon said as he walked with you to the bus stop, “If you’re struggling then maybe you should think about altering the character more.”

You shook your head in displeasure, “No, I’m not going to change him, I just need to be able to visualize his characteristics.”

Namjoon released a sigh as he pondered over what advice to give you, but came up blank, “I mean… maybe you just need some real inspiration from those around you. ”

The both of you went silent trying to find a solution and you looked up at him curiously. Namjoon would be an amazing reference for a character but he doesn’t fit the image you want him to. He was like light, he was kind hearted and charming and so unbelievably smart but that’s not how you envisioned the main character in your story. The kind of character you had in mind was supposed to act similar to… well, Taehyung. He’s supposed to be a bit mysterious, cold, not necessarily a likable character but someone they can’t help but be curious about.

“Namjoon,” you called his name and for a moment he grew hopeful to the idea that maybe you were thinking of studying him the way you do with others—even if he knew that would never happen. Instead, you came to a stop and looked up at him, “I forgot my laptop in the ffice, I’ve gotta go get it.”

His brows furrowed, looking down at your tote bag, “I’ll come wit—“

“No, you have to work, right?” You asked, already backing away from him, “I don’t want to make you late, I’ll just catch the next bus.”

Before he could argue, you were already taking off in a hurry back down the way the two of you came from. With a sigh he watched you leave wondering why he always seemed to be a couple steps behind you and never beside you. All he’s done since he met you was follow your lead in friendship and outside of it.

Even when the two of you had sex months ago it was always when you wanted and never when he did. If he even thought to ask, all you did was blow him off and then question him on if he’s seeing anyone at the moment. In the same second you would press your lips to his cheek and remind him how much you adored him even when you blew him off he always found the act of it a bit poetic.

He loved you, but it’s a love unreturned and if he wants to stay by you, it has to be with him at the back of your mind and never at the forefront.

With that understanding, he had no choice but to let you go back toward campus walking across fallen leaves and dead branches while he went to the bus alone.

Your legs had taken off before you could even decide where to go and in the end you found yourself heading back the way in which you met with Namjoon—and also the way you bumped into Taehyung. You were never much of the shy type even if it appeared that way, your friends always said you were the selective type—only choosing who to be outgoing with and even then it was rare and required a lot of work to get to you.

They had it easy, Jimin was a childhood friend and Namjoon was in the same writing department as you but that’s as far as your circle went. Well, no, there’s Yoongi too but he’s a pianist and these days he’s so busy with lessons and trips to the orchestra, you barely see him.

Like stated, you were selectively social and right now, you were choosing to find Taehyung so you could formally talk to him. It took you about ten minutes of mindlessly walking through the courtyard to locate him and when you did, you came to a halt. He was just a few feet away now, cigarette between his lips, crouched down against the wall of some historic looking building with castle-like elements and you know he saw you coming when he turned his head and looked right at you.

That was the push that had you walking toward him and saying, “Kim Taehyung?”

“Yes?” He asked, looking you up and down, eyes unable to help themselves as he looked up from your legs to your face. You wore a black fitted turtleneck underneath a brown sweater vest tucked into a black skirt. You wore long 70s style brown boots and mesh tights too. Your hair was pinned back with a hair clip and pins and your ears were lined with simple yet pretty earrings. When his gaze finally met yours, he couldn’t help but take in the sight of you once more.

“My name is—“

“I know your name,” he said with a small glint in his eye, “Obviously.”

You didn’t pull away from his intense stare and watched him bring the cigarette back to his lips, “I thought it would be more appropriate to introduce myself.”

“Mm,” he exhaled looking down at the cement below his feet, flicking the end of the cigarette to let ash fall, “So what could I do for you, Y/n?”

He looked up once more and you bit your lip in thought, “If you are free, I wanted to see if you’d like to get a coffee with me.”

“I don’t like coffee,” he said, finally putting the thing out and standing up, “And it’s almost sunset.”

You blinked in surprise as he stood in front of you now but you didn’t back away, “Then we’ll just have dinner.”

“Thanks,” Taehyung swung his bag over his shoulder, “But I’m kind of busy, I’ve got somewhere to get to.”

He was already walking away to hide his look of surprise. He didn’t expect the two of you to ever really talk and he didn’t really know what to do. He ended up rejecting before he could even truly think it over. He imagined you as just a fantasy — nothing he could ever explore but that he could dream about. He just wanted to look and think about you but never know anything beyond what was on the surface—like a painting.

“And you can’t have a plus one?” You asked in your final effort to get closer to him completely unaware of what he thought of you. You watched him come to a stop, and for a moment you tried to imagine him contemplating. Taehyung turned to face you, “I’m not going anywhere fun.”

You stayed quiet as he went on, “And some might find it scary.”

It seemed like he was trying to warn you as if to let you back out of your own proposal but he wasn’t saying no and that was hopeful. You tilted your chin higher, “As long as you don’t plan on murdering me, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

That made the corners of his lips turn upward in an arrogant smirk, “Okay, Y/n, follow me.”

The walk wasn’t too far from the college but the college was already a bit on the outskirts of the city. All you saw were green, dying hills as autumn threatened to take over and it took you a second to understand where he was taking you until he was leading the way down a steep hill toward an empty and cold graveyard. It was a straight line of jagged tombstones and overgrown plant life entwined around them. There were clear dirt paths leading down row after row of old graves and a few Angel statues but nothing too bad, at least that’s what you’re telling yourself.

“I told you, you might be scared,” Taehyung said as he walked parallel to the graveyard toward a tree that stood tall along the sloping hill, “But this is the best view of twilight, if you want, I could walk you back to campus.”

“No, it’s fine,” you cleared your throat deciding to walk ahead of him so you could be the one sitting upright against the tree. Taehyung dropped his backpack a few feet away from you and began getting his things out.

You didn’t question him, only observed the way he carried on like you weren’t even there. It’s not like you minded, you didn’t have any real agenda to get him to spend time with you and frankly, you felt a bit relieved to see that he wasn’t trying to figure out what you wanted. It was unspoken the way the two of you seemed to think similarly and brought out your tools.

Taehyung didn’t say anything when he flipped his sketchbook open and found a charcoal he could use as he began to sketch without much thought into it. He even made himself comfortable by lying back, using the angle of the hill to help him not lay horizontally and he bent a knee up as a sort of flat surface he could rest his book on. There was a small breeze that carried through his linen shirt and brown trousers but he wasn’t much worried about himself.

He was more worried about you, who had asked to spend time with him but had no real plan to do so. He’ll admit, when he said no it was just on reflex from all the other times he’s out right rejected others before but he only thought it over because he’s been curious of you two. When you told him you would join him for a moment he debated saying no again because this was his favorite place to be to watch the sunset but it wasn’t all that normal. He even tried to warn you and offer to take you back when you saw the graveyard but you didn’t even seem to care when you sat down. Now that he’s looking at you up close, he can see the way your brows furrowed in concentration as you scribbled in your journal, already feeling inspiration.

It’s now that Taehyung is realizing why he’s been so curious. He finds you beautiful, he’s sure he’s mentioned that before, but he finds you beautiful in an unsettling way. Just looking at you seemed to send him into a wave of emotion like you’re exactly what he’s wished to create on canvas. Before he even knew what he was doing, his hands were working away to make another sketch, eyes on you as he worked.

“What are you writing in that little journal of yours?” He found himself asking after some time. The sketch was rough and yet it was so refined that there was no mistaking what it could be. It was a monochromatic sketch of you with your back against the tree, legs straight before you and your hair covering your face with the howl of the wind. Your hands looked delicate when you wrote and you looked so lost in your own work that managed to capture that same essence in his drawing.

When you first looked at him, your eyes went down to the pack of cigarettes he was now messing with and out of curiosity he raised it to you as if asking if you wanted one. Moving to sit forward, you took one and held it between your lips as he dug into his pocket for his zippo lighter, flipping it open and bringing it toward your face to light the cigarette. He watched curiously as you leaned back a little, took an inhale/exhale, and said, “I’ll tell you if you show me what you’ve been doing in that little sketchbook of yours.”

For some reason a small smile came to his face as he laid on his side using his elbow for support and reached over to hand you the sketchbook. You took it with a sense of excitement that quickly turned into disbelief as you looked at it. The back of your index finger hovered over it but never touched for fear that you would smudge it or worse—ash, and when you finally handed it back to him, wordlessly, his cold fingers brushing against sending a warm current down your arm.

At this exchange, Taehyung moved to sit up, not bothering to brush off any loose grass blades off his linen shirt and read over a short passage.

A certain coolness in his gaze that made him appear cruel.

A charming aura that seemed timeless, not modern but ancient like he was created from every classic literature known to man.

His gaze, his smile, his voice—all deep like red velvet.

The list went on, each short sentence followed by another in what one could assume was meant to describe him. He didn’t say anything either as he handed it back to you the same way you had done with his sketchbook. Neither of you were looking for critique or praise, more so acknowledgement of what the other had been doing and once you had it, it was enough.

Taehyung stared forward as the line of bright Orange finally vanished from the sky and a cool blue clouded it. The atmosphere shifted now as darkness began to swim across the sky and you both knew it was time to go. Nothing was said as you both stood up with your things and even less was brought up on your walk back to campus.

It wasn’t until you stood at the bus stop that Taehyung decided to ask, “Are you busy tomorrow?”

“No.”

He pulled out a piece of paper from the pocket in his trousers followed by a pen as he scribbled something down before handing it to you, “Meet me here at 8:00pm.”

You didn’t have to say anything for Taehyung to know you would show and he left without much of a goodbye.

The place you arrived to at 8:00pm on the dot wasn’t exactly what you had in mind but it wasn’t much of a surprise either—it was a warm record bar. The one thing that did seem to surprise you was Taehyung’s choice in music where he preferred jazz over classical. The bar was dimly lit only by shaded, vintage lamps and the small yellow candles near all the booze. The walls were lined with vinyls and the deep mahogany trimming gave the record bar a sort of dark academic charm to it.

When you found Taehyung he was sitting at a small round table fit for two and he had a book in hand—The Picture of Dorian Gray. He wore his usual metal wiring rounded glasses and his dirty blonde hair seemed quite soft and full of life. The dark brown sweater he wore matched well with his tan slacks and you didn’t miss the way eyes would fall on him. It was this charming, educated college boy with a rich father sort of energy that radiates off him, but also the clear look of disinterest written all over his face and it made people curious.

You debated calling his name to let him know you were here but when he looked up in time to catch you walking his way, you were aware that he had been waiting for you and checking the door every couple seconds. Taehyung didn’t shy away from taking in the sight of you in an olive green maxi dress paired with a thin white cardigan tied together at the top of your breasts and below your collarbone. You wore black boot heels this time and when you sat down in front of him he couldn’t help but look at your face now.

“You’re late,” he said as he closed his book and set it to the side. You didn’t even bother to look at the Swiss watch on your wrist as you said, “It’s 8:00, like you said.”

“Yes but what I meant was 7:55 which should have translated to 7:45,” he said annoyingly arrogant as he slid a menu toward you, “As per the rules of a first date.”

His tone was serious as was his body language and yet you could see the hint of amusement in his attempt to hide a smile. You smiled softly, setting your bag down next to you, “I was unaware this was a first date.”

“So you assumed this was the second?” Taehyung had a teasing tone now, “I, personally, would not call an evening together at the cemetery a first date.”

“I do say, I’m a bit surprised to even know you consider this a date after we barely talked at all yesterday,” you said as a waitress came over with a customer service smile. Conversation floated between you two with ease.

“Are we ready to order?”

Taehyung looked at you but you weren’t all that hungry so he ordered a single slice of pastry for the two of you to share, “Yesterday was just to enjoy and accept the presence of one another, tonight is to communicate and learn.”

Taehyung never cared much for investing time into someone he was with, usually if he ever showed any interest in someone or was short lived. He’s not sure what would happen exactly but once the excitement of pining for someone romantically wore off… he just did not care anymore. There was too much to handle and he didn’t have time for any of it—not the clinginess, the crying, the whining. God, the whining got to him.

Why do you ignore me so much?

You’re always too busy painting to notice me?

Taehyung, I just want you to spend time with me.

It was the constant whining that he hated because they just did not get that he was completely devoted to his art and nothing else mattered as much as it did. Yes… maybe the small ounce of excitement he felt helped inspire him but… well he does not need whoever he slept with anymore.

The infatuation had worn off and he’s back to being alone again but now he’s a little too curious about you. Hence, why he asked you out first and in such a haste.

“Alright,” you said, “So then tell me something small, for instance, what time did you arrive? 7:45?”

“7:30 actually,” Taehyung said as he lifted his mug of hot tea to his lips, “I had business to take care of around campus and I didn’t want to make the trip back home.”

“Well if you asked for my number I would’ve arrived sooner.”

“It takes away the romantic aspect of waiting for the other to arrive without hearing from them—maybe I’ll write you a letter instead,” he teased. You just laughed softly and asked, “I didn’t peg you as much of a romantic. And what business?”

“Nothing too important.” Taehyung said vaguely and despite your curiosity you didn’t push him to answer. The corner of his lips raised as he looked at you, looked at him and found himself saying, “But as for being a romantic? It depends on who you ask.”

You focused on what he said about that instead of what his business was and that made him happy. What he did was not that important but it was necessary after what had happened with his advisor. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around what she had told him and in the end he made and impulsive decision to gift her something that might make her see things from his point of view. Of course it was slightly biased but he believed his piece really explained his views on beauty enough for her to understand.

Taehyung delivered two paintings to her inbox earlier. The first one was a more finished painting of you, still slightly distorted and a bit dark but there was no hiding the romantic element that radiated off of it. He called it ‘Genuine Beauty’. The second painting was a distorted and bright picture of his professor with exaggerated features that weren’t pleasing to the eye and he called it, ‘Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder’.

A true sentient on what he thought of her words. He wanted to know how she would twist the grotesque image of herself into something beautiful.

“What have you been up to aside from writing me?” Taehyung asked, looking at you with interest.

“Aside from that, I’m afraid not much else,” you confessed, “I’ve been in a sort of dry spell trying to understand my character.”

“Tell me about them.”

“Well, it’s a him and he’s similar to you.”

He listened closely to each word you said, taking in the curve of your mouth when you talked and the way you gestured with your hands. He’ll admit, the character did seem very similar to him so he can understand your curiosity in him and the fact that you seemed to lose yourself in your craft didn’t go unnoticed by him. He simply nodded his head and replied with short answers when asked.

In the end, he offered the only thing he could, “Let me be your case of study then, and in return you’ll be mine.”

You smiled this time, a small arrogant smile as you said, “Will you paint me like one of your French girls?”

He understood the reference and found himself saying, “If you write me like one of the lovers in your poems.”

By the end of the night you found yourself in the back of a taxi driving straight to his place under the pretense of another drink. Conversation seemed to flow with ease between you and it ranged from Davinci to Monet, Shakespeare to Milton and whatever was in between. Even when Taehyung asked such a heavy question, you didn’t seem to struggle to find an answer.

“Do you believe in love?” He had asked as the cab stopped in front of a house similar to an upstate New York townhome. He had you by the hand helping you out of the car and held onto you as he led you up the stone path.

“I have to, I’m a writer,” you told him and he seemed to pull you into him more.

“But what is it that you believe it to be?”

The question did make you think a little bit. It’s not that you thought Taehyung had an ulterior motive in asking you such a thing; it’s not like the two of you were seriously into the idea of it but you wanted to give him the right answer—one that truly described you and your ideals.

You didn’t answer his question right away as he let you into his home which was no different than what you imagined it to be. His apartment was in an old building turned into luxury Victorian styled apartments with modern eclectic touches. It was a put-together mess of sketches and canvases littered around the place. The floor was made of a dark, polished hardwood and his furniture all seemed worn through with velvet cushions and engraved wooden trimmings. He had floor-to-ceiling bay windows with twine hanging across them and papers clipped on with laundry pins to dry. There was a warm feel to the place and it had everything to do with his dedication to earthy tones and shades of Morocco red.

There were painting supplies everywhere from scattered charcoals and cans of linseed oil for his paints. There were stacks of literature books and various art ones piled high on nearly every surface and yet it all seemed to be organized to what you could assume only he could understand. Taehyung didn’t even seem to mind the clutter as he chose instead to ask, “Red or White?”

“Red.” You responded quite simply before resuming your studying of his place, the fireplace on one wall was surrounded by canvases and books—same as the vintage bookshelf and for a moment you wondered if his bedroom looked any similar. The thought vanished quickly when you got the smallest hint of which room that might be from the open door down the hall. He had plain gray sheets on an unmade bed and the furniture in there was scarce, like he barely spent any time there and if he did it wasn’t to sleep—the bags under his eyes told you so.

“Have you thought of an answer to my question yet?” Taehyung asked, reminding you yet again of what he asked earlier. He handed you a wine glass and you took it with a nod in gratitude as he left you to find a record to play.

“I’ve had an answer all along, I just wasn’t sure how you would feel about it,” you said and you could see him smile as he moved the needle over the start of the vinyl, Nocturnes, Op 9 began to play.

“I’m not looking for anything in particular, just an insight on what you think,” he said honestly and with a small sigh you decided to tell him.

“I think love is more so… a choice than an emotion?” You finally said as you watched him take a seat on the floor near his coffee table instead of the velvet couch behind him. He motioned for you to join him, “How so?”

“Anyone can feel love at any given moment but it is fleeting,” you sat down, knees nearly touching his, “Tell me, have you ever felt in love before?”

Your question seemed to catch him off guard yet he answered as bluntly as he would regarding anything else, “Only with my paintings.”

“And that had been a choice, to continue, right?” You asked, “Love like every emotion is temporary and inconsistent. Yes, doing certain things or being with certain people might invoke these feelings but once that has dwindled it is your choice to remain in that constant state of loving something—or someone. I love writing, I always have because it is my choice. I choose to subject myself to the hardships that come with my work even at times where I think I hate it. Even at times when I choose to give up I think about the joy it brings me, the emotions that pour out of me and onto every letter and word I put down on paper. I choose to love writing, I choose to devote myself to it and I choose to put it above anything else in the world, even my own relationships.”

Taehyung could see it in your eyes how strongly you felt about it. Your answer had gone slightly off topic but he understood your reference to it in every word you spew, “So when I say I believe in love… I don’t mean it in regards to a feeling that transpires throughout inconsistently, but I mean it as a choice to continue to feel that way even when it hurts and I can’t take it any more.”

A silence seemed to drag on between you and for a moment you wondered if you said too much and sounded too stupid. Taehyung seemed to inhale and exhale at once, “Well, I do say, we have very similar ideals. I don’t think I could’ve put it into better words than a writer even if I tried.”

You couldn’t help but smile, hiding it behind your wine glass, “Maybe you’ll paint them instead.”

“Maybe, I’ll paint you instead,” Taehyung said with a pale yet serene expression like he was scared to speak his words and exhilarated by them all the same.

How could someone seem to get lost and sound so dazed when talking about writing? Did writing mean as much to you as his art did to him? Is that why there was never a need for many words to be spoken between you? Was that why he was able to enjoy your presence so long and so quickly when before you would never even speak? Was there always this underlying connection between your minds and how you viewed art and your world?

You rested your glass on the table as you took in his living room again and all its character, there was a set of paintbrushes just laying on his table and you reached for one. The wood was smooth between your fingertips as you twisted it before looking up at him with a curious gaze, “With one of these?”

Taehyung simply nodded his head watching you lift your skirt up just enough to expose a bit of leg and you brushed the art tool against your calf, “It’s soft.”

His tongue ran over his lips and he leaned forward to gently take the brush back. You were nearing an apology for taking it without asking him first but he simply scooted closer to you on the blanket he laid beneath you and placed your legs over his, skirt of your dress rising even further until he was running the brush over the curve of your knee, “I use it to blend shadows, like this.”

The brush felt soft against your skin, sending tingles down your spine as he ran it over you in circular motions, eyes on yours.

“I tried painting once,” you said as his finger slowly traded with the brush until he was softly touching you, “I wasn’t that good, I couldn’t portray the right picture.”

Taehyung just smiled as he felt you hand go over his while taking the brush back until you were tracing the curve of his wrist, “Paint with your words, and show me you’d write me, like your character.”

“He is very similar to you,” you said, “In almost every aspect and I didn’t realize that until today.”

“Mm,” Taehyung hummed in content when you lifted the brush toward the collar of his unbuttoned shirt, teasing him without realizing it. You seemed to use the brush against him without much thought of what you were doing and how it affected him. You should know, though, that the feel of his art tool against his skin would feel good to him. The soft bristles tickled his collarbone, “How would he make love?”

That seemed to catch you by surprise as you slowed your touch to look up at him. He just bit his lip, hand on your leg caressing it as he waited for your response. Without missing a beat, you said, “Slowly, starting with a sweet kiss.”

A small smirk came to his face, one that only he could pull off without looking cocky. He looked smart and pretty with his glasses and blonde hair, when he spoke he made it sound poetic and when he looked at you it felt like he was focused on whatever was beneath the surface. You watched him push his glasses up the slope of his nose and before you knew it, he was leaning closer, lithe fingers coming up to touch your chin and tilt your jaw.

Although you knew what was coming, there was no denying the small second of hesitation that coursed through you when his lips so tenderly pressed against yours, his voice low as he asked, “Like this?”

You licked your lips despite the extremely small space between yours and his and without the ounce of hesitation from earlier, your hand came up to his neck where you pulled him into you for a real kiss. It started off slowly just like the two of you knew it would but there was no denying the desire that laced throughout it. At first all that happened was your mouths moving against each other, getting used to the idea of kissing — something neither of you have done in a while. Then, it became more feverish. If possible, you seemed to move closer with your hand on his thigh to support yourself. You were on your knees leaning into him and he had a single hand against the floor to support his sitting position while the other was cupping your chin for the best angle. There was a growing intensity between your mouths, lips moving more forcefully now, saliva gradually increasing when you felt his tongue make a swiping motion against your lips.

“Or like this?” His voice had become more hoarse with need. He enjoyed feeling the way your body seemed to lean toward his and he seemed to ask, “What would he do next?”

“It’s not what he would do next,” you said as you moved without your own violation and trailed your lips along the curve of his jaw, “But what would happen to him next.”

Taehyung’s head seemed to tip back as he used both of his hands to keep him upright while you moved between his patted legs to kiss down his neck. He licked at his lips, slowly blinking at the first feel of your tongue licking his ear lobe before you sucked it into your mouth making a tingle run down his spine. Your warm breath tickling his ear made his breath bitch and it didn’t take you long to realize that you had found his weak spot. Unable to help yourself you brought your mouth back to his for a kiss that was much needier than any of the ones prior.

“Y/n,” Taehyung’s throat was dry and it made his voice raspier than usual, “Touch me more.”

The words surprised you. You didn’t take him for much of a womanizer but you didn’t think he would seem this touch starved. The last person you had slept with had been your dear friend, Namjoon, and when you realized feelings were beg bring to get involved you were to end the rendezvous that had transpired between you two in an effort to save the friendship and his feelings. You couldn’t explain why you could never see him as more than a friend—and you couldn’t explain why it was so easy to view Taehyung as something more. Your mind had been drawn to him before your body and yet it all felt the same.

You began to crawl away from him and in an effort to keep this going, he went after you with another kiss before your hand touched his chest to keep him in place. It got to the point where Taehyung wasn’t sure if it was the cashmere brown sweater he wore that made his body heat up, or if it was being too close to the fireplace but he felt himself begin to break into a sweat.

He stretched his legs out before him when he got the hint of what you wanted to do watching you shimmy down until you were nearly eye level with his pants and the evident bulge becoming more prominent with each passing second. Taehyung was not ashamed of how quickly you seemed to get to him and his body’s reaction to you. Sex was a normal thing, it was poetic and passionate if done with the right person and he hasn’t done it in a while—a long while. It was completely normal for him to release a light gasp when your hand grazed his inner thigh just inching toward his growing erection.

The two of you made eye contact once more, his lip caught between his teeth and his eyelids low in a lustful gaze that matched your own. There was a strong attraction toward each other — infatuation if you will — and you can’t say there’s romantic feelings between you but there’s no denying that there has been the underlying sexual tension that rose from a clear understanding of each other’s devotion to your work. It turns you on to know he seems to connect with your ideals.

You didn’t even realize Taehyung had moved a hand behind you until he was pulling on the back of your head to drag you back into a needy kiss. Your hands had already gone toward his slacks and you had been unzipping the front as the two of you made out once more. Taehyung’s hand fell back to the ground with a groan as you yanked at his underwear making him lift his hips enough for them to come down with his pants. A small hissing sound left his lips as his hard dick finally made its appearance, springing free of its right confines, hard enough to already angle toward his navel.

Taehyung was not ashamed by the way his stomach caved in with a deep breath at the first feel of your hand wrapping around his tip spreading the beads of precum that had already dribbled out the slit. His tongue was in your mouth, sliding against yours with you swallowing each groan he let out when you began to stroke his length slowly from base to tip. Like earlier, when you tried pulling away from the kiss to catch your breath, he was following after you to stop you from breaking apart from him.

A thin line of drool connected your mouth to his as you finally pulled back, biting down on your lip. He watched you look down at his exposed member, leaning down until you were face to face with it. His long fingers curled around your hair, slowly pushing your head down just a middle until he felt the first tender lick of your tongue along his tip. Taehyung’s entire body reacted to the way you tentatively licked his head teasingly making a small shudder travel right through him.

You have to say, Taehyung has one of the prettiest dicks you’ve ever seen and you just couldn’t help but want to savor it. It was just so pretty and you found yourself wanting to play with it some more. Your hand held onto him at his base as you ran your tongue down the side of his length lathering it in drool to aid your closed fist.

His brows scrunched together as he attempted to watch what you were doing. He could feel your hand jerking him off as you teasingly kissed up his side and tip, tongue swirling around his slit that leaked precum. He just couldn’t see you over the bulk of his sweater.

With an annoyed huffed, he released your hair to pull at his sweater with one arm as he brought it up toward his chest and tucked it under his jaw. Just as he had it fixed, a low and deep sound vibrating in his chest feeling your lips finally surround his tip, sucking gently before relaxing and taking more of him inside. You made yourself relax so you could loosen your jaw enough to accommodate his length as you began to suck him off, tongue licking along the bottom side everytime you bobbed your head up and down.

You had a firm hand on his upper thigh as the other was at his base against his pelvic bone to hold his hips down and let your mouth do all the work. His sweater slipped from under his chin making him groan as he threw his head back, “So good.”

He kept his gaze on the ceiling taking in the feel of your warm and tight mouth taking his cock so deeply. You looked up at his stomach trying to see his face but with the way his head was tilted back, you just couldn’t. All you could see was his chest rise and lower with each breathy sigh he let out, ducking his cock deeper down your throat.

Unable to help yourself, you moved your hand to his navel, feeling his breathing better and he needed to see what you looked like with his dick in your mouth.

He held the end of his sweater between his teeth as he stared down the expanse of his torso to where you laid between his legs swallowing around his cock with a dark look in your eyes that had him muffling a moan.

His hips bucked helplessly into you making you swallow more and more of his length till you couldn’t breathe properly anymore and needed to get off. The hand you still had on his dick began to stroke him, wrist flicking on each upward stroke to make your palm run along his slit while you caught your breath. You watched him in complete awe, he was so hard and his balls tightened against that you couldn’t help but lick between them.

"Fuck," the sweater made it hard to hear him as hw sank his teeth into it feeling it begin to moisten annoyingly so bur he was not going to miss the sight of you kissing below his cock to his balls.

When you finally decided to take him back in your mouth there was no slow build up, it was quick and sudden as you took him down your throat to the point where you gagged around him. The way he bit into the sweater looked like a restraint and he looked so pretty with the fire reflecting off his tan, bare chest and his blonde hair was just a knotted mess from how often he shook it.

“Y/n, you feel so good,” You were never much of a talker during sex, especially if it wasn’t genuine and just superficial dirty talk but he sounded so good moaning your name even if you couldn’t hear him properly.

There wasn’t much warning aside from the incessant moaning that fell from his lips and was swallowed in cashmere for you to know he was close. His hips bucked messily into your mouth, cock twitching with the need to just let go and when you met your mouth with your fist jerking off the rest of him… he just couldn’t take anymore.

Taehyung’s head fell back with a dry moan as the urge to cum got the best of him and he let go in your mouth. You didn’t seem to mind either, once the surprise of the suddenness had worn off, you didn’t hesitate but to try and swallow as much of the thick semen as you could, not at all bothered by the taste of it. Taehyung had to let his sweater go to breathe heavily through his parted lips as he used his elbows to sit himself up in the blanket, trying to understand what had just happened.

“Mm,” you hummed, proud of yourself for making him cum down your throat and you sat up to look at him. Taehyung met your eyes with his feeling heavy with need as he licked his dry lips before forcing himself to sit up properly so he could drag you into a deep kiss. You released a light mewl in surprise, kissing him back eagerly with his hand below your ear on your neck guiding you to angle your head one way while he went the other.

There was not a single part of him that felt bothered at the taste of himself on your tongue, if anything it only made him want you more so he could repay you for treating him so well. Once you had gotten lost in your little makeout, it was easy for you to follow his lead as he moved over you to get you to lie down in his place. The only time he pulled away from you was to finally free himself from the confines of his stupid sweaters and kick off his pants the rest of the way. It didn’t take you long to get what he wanted and you hurried to remove your cardigan feeling the straps of your dress begin to slip off your shoulders. Taehyung dragged you to him, kissing along the exposed skin of your collarbone and shoulder, hands sliding down your back till they could inch the dress down and off of you, making you take it off through the bottom so he wouldn’t have to pull away again.

Your bra and underwear were made of a thin crème colored lace that looked pretty against your complexion and soft between his fingertips as he ran his hands over your covered breasts that had been taunting him all night.

A quiet gasp left your lips due to the way his lips kissed down the valley of your breaths, soft hair tickling your neck. Taehyung’s hands held onto your sides, sliding them up to the end of your bra, feeling you arch your back into his affections until he was able to move them under your to grab at the clasp. Once he was able to unhook it, he tugged it off your arms letting you throw it to the side and dragged him into another kiss when he cupped your bare tits in his warm hands, using his thumbs to rub over your hardening nipples.

“Taehyung,” you whined softly against him, eyes on the ceiling when he began to leave love bites along your neck, traveling his wet mouth lower and lower down your stomach.

“Hm,” he hummed in acknowledgement, making his way between your legs while his hands groped your chest loving the softness of your skin under his rough painter’s hands.

As Taehyung slipped further between your legs till his face was near your spread legs, he looked down. The lace underwear was transparent enough for him to see just a bit underneath and he could see a small shadow of slick over where your cunt should be. He tried to look up at you through his blonde fringe and you sat forward enough to brush it back, smiling as he pressed a teasing kiss against the hood of your clit over your underwear. You lied back down letting yourself relax feeling his fingers hook under the hem of your panties till he was tugging it off and move your thighs over his shoulders so he four fit snugly against you.

Taehyung didn’t waste time teasing you, he had already been so turned on that not even cumming down your throat was able to calm his raging hormones. He just wanted to have you as soon as he could, any way he could, and that meant with his tongue stiffening as he parted your folds around him before licking flatly toward your clit. A light moan left your lips as your clit immediately reacted to stimulation, a small gush of slick pushing out of your pussy with arousal. Taehyung was not inexperienced in the art of making someone cum undone on his to hue and that was becoming more and more evident with the way he made out with your cunt like it was your mouth.

“Oh my god,” you threw your head back, out of breath, as his tongue began to flick messily at your clit while hands slid further down your inner thighs until he was using his thumbs to pull your folds apart for him. You could feel your wetness begin to drip further down but he was quick to leave your clit and lap his tongue against your wet entrance where your arousal seemed to form a puddle at. With the way his thumbs kept you open, you felt everything.

Every now and then his thumb would teasingly push in just a little more than before, acting like he didn’t even notice he was doing it while he hungrily sucked on your clit, tugging it between his lips. His thumb was rubbing against your labia, pressing into it, teasing your entrance every now and then by pushing into it until he felt your legs begin to tremble around him. Unable to help himself, he got a big more rough, tonguing your clit with such effort that his head shook with eagerness, swallowing your slick and pressing his face into your cunt to taste all that you had to offer.

“Oh,” you breathed out shakily, hand sinking into his hair when he nosed at your clit, tongue joining his finger as he thrusted it into you, “I-I, oh god.”

“Mhm,” Taehyung nodded, urging you to let go of him and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning. Your thighs tried shutting but his head didn’t let you and instead you pressed them against him making him groan with need, eyes nearly rolling as he doubled his efforts.

Your throat became dry as you planted heavily, hips bucking against his mouth until finally you felt the knot in your stomach come undone. His motions did not miss a beat in licking everything you had to offer as your orgasm came in a wave.

“S-so, good,” you breathed out tiredly feeling your pussy walls clenching around nothing and as much as you wanted to just be done, you needed him inside you. When he came up to kiss you, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him flush against you so his hard cock rutted against your wet pussy. The taste of each other on your tongues was what made it easy for you two to want to keep going without the thought of repercussions. His hand slid between your sweaty bodies to hold his cock, lining it up with your entrance, bumping into your clue as he refused to break away from the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close as the two of you looked at each other with such need, such want that your lips didn’t spend too long apart from each other.

Your tongue met his just as his cock met the inside of your pussy, taking it slowly as he stroked himself with your slick to ease himself in better. His dick was rock hard, and your pussy was so fucking wet he couldn’t help but moan into your mouth as you took him in.

Taehyung has to hold onto you with a hand on your waist to keep you from sliding away from him too much as the blanket wrinkles on his wooden floor. He had his other tucked by the side of your head looking down at you lovingly as he finally began to thrust, “Tell me if it’s too much, love.”

“Mhm,” you said softly, legs falling apart even more to accommodate his as he dug his knees into the floor so he use his hips to fuck you better. A groan left his lips at the expert roll of your pelvis against his taking more and more of his length inside your tight walls.

“You make me feel so full,” you moaned gently into his ear as he dropped his head down against your neck to try and ignore the fact that your pussy around his dick without any protective layer between them felt so fucking good. You were already so close and he’s barely started. He fucked you slowly but firmly, getting himself used to being inside you and sucking on your neck, his hand left your hip to cup your breast once more and you gasped when he pinched your nipple.

“So tight,” Taehyung breathed out heavily with a single touch thrust that had your walls tightening around him, “So good for me.”

He did it again, and once again drew another moan out of you, repeating his thrusts more roughly than before until you were moaning out a string of his name.

Taehyung was well endowed and you never doubted that for even a second. He knew how to have sex, not just to fuck, but to have sex. It wasn’t just loud groans and rough thrusts. He was sensual, he kissed your neck, whispered sweet words of praise in your ear, touch your body as he fucked you almost passionately—unlike the usual guys you hook up with.

“It’s like you were made for me,” Taehyung groaned, brows scrunched together in concentration as he pulled back to sit and swing your right leg over him to press against your left until you were nearly lying on your side. He laid down next to you, curving his body against yours and lifting your leg back and held it up with his knee as he fucked you from the side. His lips were against your ear, whispering, “Just for me, like my own creation.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, “Just for you, please Taehyung, I’m so close.”

You looked straight out of a vintage erotica film. His apartment was warm due to the fireplace and comforting because of the classical music playing. The moon looked over you as you had sex, nearly love making, lying on your sides with his body cuddled into yours, fucking you with his cock while groping your breasts in his hands. You had to angle your head back and then your neck to kiss him and he swallowed your mouth with his, thrusts getting tougher as he curled around you, “Me too, love, all for you.”

“So paint me,” you moaned, fucking back against him.

For a moment he wondered if you meant on a canvas, or with his cock in your pussy, but he realized he would gladly do both if you let him. Your hand slid back to guide his hips into yours, “Cum, Taehyung, inside me, please.”

“Oh god,” a low growl left his lips as he dug his face into your hair, “Fuck, Y/n, d-don’t tempt me.”

“Do it,” your hand came up to his hair now, dragging his head toward yours until your lips met in a messy kiss, “I’m going to cum, Tae, please.”

It wasn’t a good idea. You were on the pill but he didn’t know that, all he knew was that he wasn’t wearing a condom and he wanted to fill you with so much cum that he painted you white.

“Mhm,” he moaned when you tugged on his bottom lip between your teeth and his hand pinched your hips, “Cum, Y/n, please—oh fuck.”

The only thing that came from you two was the sound of skin slapping as the urge to cum overtook you both and you were fucking like rabbits in heat. Nothing but animalistic grunts left him as he finally felt the flood of release you let go around with him with a whine of his name and before he knew it, he was cumming.

You immediately felt full with his release as it joined yours, cock pulsing inside you as he waited a moment to reel his emotions back in, sweaty forehead pressed against yours, “So good.” He hugged you closely, breathing heavily into your neck, softly kissing your skin affectionately.

It took you both some time to regain awareness of what had just happened and you lied on the fur blanket he had tossed on the floor. The fire sizzled behind you and some classical song [you were ashamed to admit you didn’t know] was playing. Taehyung seemed to be more in control of himself now and reached up to his small table in search of his pack. Once he had a cigarette between his lips, he lay back down next to you to catch his breath, pressing it to yours next.

There was a sort of glow to your skin, your eyes shined with the night sky reflecting through the windows. Light came from the fire not far behind and a small dim lamp in the corner yet the moon was still casted over you two.

His eyes traced your features once more and before he knew it, he was saying something unexpected, “She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.”

Despite the way your heart seemed to stop, your brows furrowed, “What?”

Taehyung took another drag of his cigarette, “Who wrote that? ‘She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen’ I read it somewhere… ‘With stars in her eyes’.”

Your eyes seemed to widen as you thought it over for a second. A sense of realization flooded you but even knowing you might be right, you still shyly asked, “Virgina Woolf?”

“Yes, I believe so, ‘She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, with stars in her eyes and veils in her hair.’ I read it years ago,” Taehyung stared out at the moon through the bay windows, “Anyways, it just came to mind, and reminded me of you.”

There was a cloud of smoke drifting into nothing like they were his words being absorbed all around you. After that a silence seemed to fill the room and it was so calming in fact that you found yourself lulled to sleep against his chest.

It wasn’t until hours later when you had woken to loud noises, did you realize that he had not had the luxury of peaceful post-sex sleep.

The first thing you had noticed in your haze of sleep was the sky still blue out and the fire still crackling behind you. The second was that you still slept on the floor and Taehyung was not beside you anymore. It took you some time to realize all the noise that had woken you up was coming from him and his quick brush strokes.

Taehyung had a pair of jeans on and a smock. He didn’t even bother with a shirt, just slipped the smock over his bare chest and he sat on the floor with a pallet full of paint in his hands as he did soft strokes on his canvas. He was so focused that he didn’t seem to mind his glasses which had slipped down to the tip of his nose, lips slightly parted in concentration and eyes bouncing around his painting.

You wondered what this meant for you. You didn’t know what time it was but the way he worked so diligently didn’t even make you want to stay, what if it would bother him? You don’t want to do that and he seems to have already forgotten you were there and what you had just done. With a small sigh you looked around for all of your things, finishing getting dressed and in search of your shoes and bag.

Taehyung’s strokes were fast and agile, he didn’t even have to think of how he was painting, he was just moving mindlessly and mixing all the right colors and blending in all the right places. You took a seat on the sofa trying to put your boots back on.

“What are you doing?” Taehyung asked but his eyes never left the canvas. You could barely hear him over the sound of the record player still playing and it took you a second to know he was even talking to you.

You looked up curiously, “Um… it’s late, I should probably go, I don’t want to disturb your work.”

You were very understanding actually. There are many times you’ve woken up in the middle of the night to write and you didn’t waste time on thinking of anything else while doing it so if Taehyung was the same about his painting then you didn’t want to bother him.

Taehyung pushed his glasses up with the tip of his brush as he finally looked at you, “You won’t disturb me. Stay.”

He watched as you brought your lower lip between your teeth in thought before saying, “Seriously Tae, I don’t mind leaving. You’re working, I understand.”

“But I mind,” Taehyung said in his deep voice that sounded even deeper this late with the fire in the fireplace still crackling and Beethoven’s String Quartet No. 14 playing in the background. You didn’t say anything for a moment and he ran a hand through his messy hair, a small paint streak coating a strand, “Won’t you stay, Y/n? I’ve been in a slump and right now it just hit me all at once and I think it’s because of you. Please, won’t you stay?”

“Can I watch?”

Taehyung did not hesitate to nod his head and motion for you to sit on the floor next to him so you moved quickly to do so.

By the end of the night you watched him paint until dawn with your head resting against his back adoringly. His brush strokes were hypnotizing and the way he captured the light perfectly had you in awe, especially when you realized it was a painting of you.

It inspired you the way he was so devoted to his work and it reminded you of yourself.

Your days carried on as usual after that night with Taehyung. The only differences being ones that involved him. For instance, he has called you a couple times —he’s completely against the act of texting. It’s never anything major, usually to ask how your day has been or to get coffee. There was no sign of an actual relationship but it was close to it.

Today you had your shared anatomy class and he sat next to you instead of behind you like he normally would.

You’re not very fond of the fact that he’s distracting you more than you would like him to but it’s something you can’t explain. Your pen scribbled away in your yellow page notebook with word after word just piecing together effortlessly. Taehyung was utterly fascinated by it all, sometimes you wouldn’t even look down but your pen seemed to never fully lift off the page. You filled page after page in the three hour class, eyes on the professor but nothing you wrote down had to do with what he was teaching.

Every now and then you would look over at him and your eyes would meet, he would raise a brow and you would give him a smile, before looking down to write.

“I don’t think you heard a single thing he said today,” Taehyung said once the two of you made your way out of the lecture hall side by side. From the way you stared off into space, lips moving every now and then as if mouthing silent words, he knew you weren’t listening. He doubts you meant to ignore him but clearly you seemed to be in your own world right now, just thinking about writing and writing and he gets it.

You weren’t thinking of anything else, and he knows this because he had to grab onto your waist and pull you back to keep you from walking right into the pouring rain just outside. You seemed to snap back into reality and looked around, “Did you say something?”

Taehyung was opening his umbrella for you, pulling you under it beside him, “I’ve written notes for you, you seemed a bit distracted to take them yourself today.”

Your eyes slowly widened in surprise as it finally dawned on you that you had spent the last three hours doing nothing but writing about him. You came to a sudden stop and he waited there beside you with the rain pounding on his umbrella. With a small sigh, he let go of you to rummage through his bag with his free hand and took out his notebook, “I wrote two of everything.”

“Taehyung,” you said, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know,” he said with a shrug, “But you were so lost in your writing I didn’t want anything disturbing you. I had no problem with it, I’m a fast writer and a good listener.”

“Thank you,” you finally began to walk again now that you couldn’t bear the cold standing in one place, “I am bad at focusing on anything else when I write.”

“I understand,” he had to speak up so you could hear him over the rain, “And if you do not think I would be a bother, maybe you’ll let me watch you write more?”

“You’ll get bored,” you said as the two of you walked toward his car, a vintage Chevrolet Corvette that belonged to his grandfather.

“Watching you?” He asked, holding the door open for you, “Never.”

Your apartment was how he pictured it—books and papers scattered everywhere. You were still much neater than him but not by much, clearly the two of you focused too much on your craft that it’s completely taken over everything.

Your place was small yet spacious and well furnished with vintage chairs and mahogany bookshelves. There was a slight clutter of books upon books and dead plants that didn’t get enough sun with the curtains closed. It was warm and had your lovely scent. There was a stack of papers on a desk next to a laptop and an expensive looking typewriter.

There wasn’t much of a conversation going on between you, the last time you said something to him was when you asked him if he needed a drink. Your back was to him and he spent about an hour or so sitting alone on the daybed as he drew in his sketchbook.

After some time when you finally decided to join him, you were exhausted and physically drained. You lied down with your head on his lap looking up at him when his hand began to caress your cheek. “Taehyung.”

“Yes, my love?” He asked with his gaze meeting yours. The name just slipped and he didn’t care to take it back, only watched you curiously still waiting to hear what you would say. You blinked once, “I think I’m beginning to understand better.”

You had been writing nonstop for a long time but for the first time it felt like you finally understood your work.

There was no way to explain it but these interactions with Taehyung—your living reverie—have opened your eyes to his character and the way you wanted to write him in the first place. He was everything you had been searching for.

He leaned back, startled by the sudden way you sat up, hand around his looking at him, “You.”

“Me?” Taehyung asked with his hands on your waist, shifting you more on his lap, “You understand me?”

All it took was one nod of your head for him to be pulling you into a kiss meeting you halfway. He had a hand on your chin, angling your head opposite of his letting the kiss deepen, soon he was tracing the curve of your neck with his jaw. Every ounce of lust and greed poured out in his fingers when he touched you.

It didn’t take Jungkook long to realize something about his friend seemed different. He was used to Taehyung isolating himself when he had a wave of creativity. There would be days on end where Jungkook would call only for every call to be ignored. He would even write his friend letters but he never answered him. When he was back to normal, Taehyung would look tired like he hadn't eaten or slept in days.

Right now, Jungkook sees Taehyung but he doesn’t think Taehyung sees him. Despite sitting across from him, he wouldn’t look his way. Instead he was staring out the large windows that overlooked the courtyard

“Have you eaten?” Jungkook asked, looking up from his sketchbook. The two had been on the second floor of the library this evening studying classical art techniques. Jungkook had gotten bored and began to sketch up an idea for another sculpture while Taehyung drew someone he couldn’t recognize. His friend didn’t even so much as flinch and give any sign that he was listening.

A small scoff left his lips, “Taehyung.” With an annoyed huff, he reached for his sketchbook and watched with a confused expression, “Who is this?”

It was quite detailed despite how little time he had to draw this and Jungkook was in awe. For a second he wondered if this was original work from Taehyung, all created from his mind but as he followed Taehyung’s gaze out the window, he realized it wasn’t.

It was you.

You sat on a wooden bench facing the swan fountain and there was a book in your hands. Jungkook couldn’t make out the book but seemed to have all your attention because you stopped every now and then to highlight something then jot it down in a notebook. There were powder blue headphones on your head and you were in a red lace long sleeve top with roses embroidered on and under was a white shirt. The black skirt you wore reached below your knees with a slit on the side that exposed your boots and over it all, you had on a black coat. He’ll admit, you did look rather captivating against the dead green of the lawn and trees paired with the foggy sky from days on end of rain.

Taehyung seemed to have found his newest muse and it was all he could think about.

“Are you still interested in her?” Jungkook finally asked, catching the way a small smile seemed to fall on Taehyung’s face—something he rarely got to see despite how easily he gave them to you. Jungkook did recognize you in the drawing better once he got a good look at you. He had almost forgotten seeing you weeks ago when he was with Taehyung, but he had certainly forgotten his friend’s knowledge and curiosity of you.

“Only a little,” Taehyung said, ignoring the way Jungkook looked at him with disbelief. He was used to his friend having a sudden infatuation with a certain person but they were short lived and always ended with the poor girl crying about how cold he was—Jungkook knows because he was always there to pick up their broken pieces with a night in his bed [Taehyung never cared].

“She’s hot,” Jungkook said, half teasingly to read how his friend would feel. Taehyung merely gave him a side glance in acknowledgment but the smile he had for you had tightened as he looked back outside.

“It’s that guy again,” Jungkook pointed out as they both watched outside, “What’s his name?”

Kim Namjoon.

Taehyung was used to seeing him around throughout the years but he never had a need to pay attention to him before. Like most of those who he sees in passing they never become more than that—just a passing blur that he doesn’t care to know a single thing about. Namjoon used to be one of the ones he ignored until he heard you mention him once or twice.

“Who knows,” Taehyung said, shifting his gaze down to his sketch pad avoiding the sight of Namjoon and you now standing like you had somewhere to go.

Jungkook, the ever curious and procrastinating, kept watching you just out of sheer boredom. The library had gone dark aside from the few kerosene lamps scattered across tables but it was already getting hard to see his sketches properly so now he’s just waiting for Taehyung to finish.

Suddenly, all too suddenly that it made him jump in his seat, Taehyung was standing, shoving his things in his bag loud enough to create an echo in the cold library. Jungkook looked up at him, pencil laying limp in his hand now, “Are we done?”

Taehyung pushed his chair into the wooden table, not bothering to look back at his friend as he stormed off, “Yes.”

Not long after he watched his friend make his abrupt leave from the library… he saw him now approaching you and Namjoon.

You were blissfully unaware that you had been watching through the windows of a library as much as you were unaware of Taehyung coming up behind you as Namjoon talked. “I was thinking maybe we could go catch that new movie that just came out.”

“Oh, I was going to do some writing—You won’t believe it Joonie,” your tone changed so suddenly as you grabbed him by the arm, jerking him toward you excitedly carrying on like he hadn’t said anything, “It’s like I can’t stop writing, you wouldn’t believe how easily the words are flowing like… I don’t know, I’ve never felt this way before, Joonie.”

“That’s good, Y/n but,” Namjoon’s words slowed down as he looked behind you at the looming figure standing a few feet away. He’s never spoken a word to Kim Taehyung despite both being grad students, he only knows of him from what others have spoken and he’s very… cold. Since when did you and him begin to talk? Namjoon took your hands in his as he pulled you closer to have your attention knowing you still didn’t know who was behind you, “But it’s nice to get a break, you don’t want to overwork yourself.”

“You don’t get it, Namjoon,” you said his name instead of the affectionate nickname you’ve always called him, he couldn’t help but look at Taehyung who pretended like he wasn’t watching closely with a cigarette dangling between his fingers, “I can’t stop. I cannot stop. If I-I do, I don’t know.”

His gaze shifted behind you making you turn to look too and your eyes seemed to soften as you made eye contact with the dirty blonde you’ve been spending time with lately.

“Y/n,” Taehyung’s deep voice spoke as he stared at you two, “I thought you would be busy writing”

“I’m on my way to right now,” you said, taking a step toward him with your back to your friend, “Would you join me?”

A smile came to his face as he pushed his glasses up, “If I could paint you again.”

You stood still in thought. The first time he painted you was after you had sex for the first time when it felt warm, passionate and hungry. He never slept that night, he stayed up the entire time getting the right blends of pigment on your body as it lay on the flue blanket completely nude. You’re not sure if he knew what saying that would make you think but from the way his brow raised questioning made you think he did.

Namjoon felt his jaw clench, eyes glaring at Taehyung who didn’t even bat an eye in his direction. You looked back to Namjoon now who waited for you with a bated breath. You walked up to him making his heart face as you pressed your lips against his cheek with your softly brushing against his jaw. The kiss was tender on his face and when he looked down at you, you gave him an apologetic smile, “Will you call me?”

“Will you answer?” Namjoon asked but you weren’t beside him anymore. You were next to Taehyung who took your book bag off your shoulders and put it over his, a hand grazing your back as he talked to you but too far out of your friend’s ear shot.

“What did your friend want?” Taehyung asked.

“To see a movie but I have to finish what I’m writing before it slips my mind,” You said moving your hand to his bent arm walking alongside him, “I’ll have to catch up with him another day.”

He didn’t have anything to say to that but you could still feel his eyes on you. A part of you wanted to ignore his gaze because you find yourself at a loss for words any time he looks at you that way. It’s like he sees through you not at you and sometimes you don’t know which one is better.

There’s no denying that he likes the look of you, he finds you attractive and not just physically. You know that. You just can’t tell what he’s thinking that makes him look at you that way.

“Namjoon.”

He stood alone where you once had been beside him, just watching you leave with the art major he had no idea you were even involved with. Since when did you begin to talk to him and how did Namjoon never notice? Did you just decide that you would not be open with him anymore?

“Jimin,” Namjoon looked at his friend, a bit stunned, “Hey.”

The ballerina watched after you alongside him now as he asked, “Y/n is leaving with Taehyung?”

“Are they together?” Namjoon asked suddenly, “Did you know?”

Jimin shook his head no, “Not exactly, I mean, Y/n never hid the fact that she had a thing for Taehyung, I’m just surprised to see them leave together. Y/n never told me they began to talk.”

Namjoon bit his lip nervously, “You don’t think they’ll date or anything, do you? This just seems sudden.”

He looked to his friend for some comfort but all Jimin did was shrug his shoulders and say, “I don’t know, you know Y/n doesn’t really date and neither does he, they’re always too focused on writing or painting to think about anything else. Who knows, they might just work out because of how similar they are.”

“Yeah but…” Namjoon was trying to find words to say but nothing came to mind. Maybe he was just being bitter… he’s been your friend for years. He’s always been there for you anytime you needed him without question. You were attracted to him enough to sleep with him but was that all it was ever going to be? You won’t see him as more than just a friend but then Kim Taehyung comes along and suddenly you have no problem walking away from Namjoon to go with him?

Jimin looked at his friend apologetically, he sympathized with him. He’s known you for longer than Namjoon has and he’s been through this exact same thing before too. There was a time when he thought you and him were the closest until Namjoon came along and suddenly you spent all your time with him instead. Now Namjoon is experiencing what Jimin did but this time because of Taehyung and he feels bad for that.

“Look, I’m going to be honest,” Jimin tried to work out what he was going to say so it didn’t come off badly, “I think, Y/n loves the idea of Taehyung on paper… how she can write or create him like she’s done with you and I in the past. I think maybe it’s nothing past something superficial but at the same time…”

“At the same time,” Jimin repeated himself with a bated breath, “I see a lot of similarities between them especially when it comes to putting their work first and maybe that’s something they seem to understand about each other that we don’t.”

Namjoon didn’t get it.

So was it not that you two had feelings for each other?

Was it not that you might love each other?

Was it just that you two understood each other?

He doesn’t get it. Now, Namjoon might not understand your obsession with perfecting every aspect of your writing… but that didn’t mean he didn’t love you. He loved you a lot—more than he assumes Taehyung could love you.

It’s not like it’s a secret, Namjoon has always been open about the way he felt about you so why did you choose someone else? All because he couldn’t understand you the way Taehyung might? Is it because he can’t just look at you and know what you need the way Taehyung can?

Is it because he doesn’t spend hours missing sleep or eating just so he could obsess over his work too?

How could Taehyung possibly understand you more than he does?

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okokok this was kinda long but I’m sorry, blonde Taehyung as an art major was doing it for me 🫶this was a romance but also not necessarily bc the focus isn’t entirely on their relationship 🤒neither one of them are supposed to be super likable so if you hate them and the way oc did Joon and Jimin dirty i get it 🫡but they just genuinely do not think about anything but their craft.

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IYHM ask replies! (2/3)

🌸 @csevet asked:

hi my copy of iyhm just came in and my fiancee and i snuggled up and read the whole thing cover to cover and CRIED!!! i love when lesbians 💕💞💝💗💝💗💘💞💖💗💝

AHHHHH thank you SO much!!! OMGGGGG 🥺 live laugh lesbian..... 💞💗💖💕💖💞💕💖💗

🌸 @chrysalis-the-butterfly asked:

I read If You'll Have Me a few months ago and I loved it! Your art is so pretty and Momo and PG are such cool characters! 🥰 If you're okay with sharing, I'd be interested to hear what inspired you during the creative process? Were there any pieces of media or any other characters which influenced the formation of Momo and PG? Or did you do your own thing?

oh my gosh! thank you!! i really love character interactions and relationship dynamics, so i wanted to depict two girls who seemed like opposites - one cool and laid-back, the other soft and sweet. after a while they started to take on a life of their own, and i thought it'd be wonderful if their story could evoke the feeling of a shoujo romance!

i had a lot of things on my mind when i wrote the script... friendship, intimacy, communication... communication can be so hard! sometimes it's harder with someone you're close to because their opinion is so important to you. and what happens when you've got a character who's non-confrontational and has low self-esteem + someone who prefers actions over words, and would rather burn bridges than admit to feeling vulnerable? how would they get past that? i wanted to write their flaws as believable, and how their life experiences have shaped the way they think about themselves / the way they respond to personal conflict... but also how they learn from each other and grow ❤️ tysm for the question!!

@bisexualgoof asked:

Hi Eunnie! I just finished reading “If You’ll Have Me” and let me tell you, it was spectacular! I saw it in a local bookstore the other day and it was a no brainer to grab. The characters are so fun, the story is beautiful and heartfelt, and honestly every character is attractive… I especially fell in love with the pages of the books without words, especially 312-313, it made me cry. Such beautiful art! I related to PG’s annoyance with her long hair, I felt very seen with her comments. I’ve definitely said “I’d like to forget” so many times myself, right to my butch heart haha. Thank you for sharing this story with the world, and thank you in particularly for your acknowledgment at the end of the book, it made me feel seen. What an amazing love story, hope to see more of this adorable couple in the future!

oh my goodness!! this is so lovely and wonderful and ahhh T_T thank you so very much. it's such a dream, having these girls be out in the world with their personalities and backstories revealed at last! and i'm so happy to hear about the cast and side characters, i love designing people hehe ♥ i'll definitely keep drawing this couple, alongside more sapphic couples that are to come 😍 thank you!!

🌸 @skittles-rainbow-cat asked:

HI HI HI!!! you’ve been one of my fave artists forever and i just got done with iyhm and it’s sooooo amazing im in love with it. also i think strawberry blonde by chloe moriondo fits mono and pg very well :] i hope you’re having a good day and thank you for all your art it heals me in many ways <3333

HIIII omg!!! thank you so much! this song is so cuteeee oh my gosh this line:

Takes my hand in hers when the lights aren’t on Smaller than mine and oh god I am gone

it's so sweet ;_; thank you forever, i hope you're having a wonderful day!! <3 <3 <3

🌸 @lord-of-the-froggies asked:

Howdy Eunnie! I know you're probably swamped with work right now, but I just wanna let you know that I got my copy of your book today!! I'm gonna start reading it right away, it looks and feels amazing. From a fellow Washington artist to another--congratulations on such a huge achievement!

yay hello fellow washingtonian! and fellow artist!! thank you so much for your kind words 🥺 and i'm so glad the book got to you safely! wishing you a happy read~

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I just found your art today and after scrolling through your stuff I went and pre-ordered your book. I'm so excited!!

omggg thank you that means so much!!! ;_; <3

🌸 @ddooyoung asked:

I got my (signed!) copy of the book, and I love it SO MUCH. It's everything I was hoping and more. I love finally getting to know them, especially Momo. Since the first time I saw them, I thought Momo was a lot like me and now I have confirmation 😆 Thank you so much for writing such a wonderful story!!! I'm excited for everything you do 💗

WAHH thank you so much!! yesss i'm so overjoyed to finally share their story after so long! i hope the signature turned out okay, i was very nervous signing books for the first time (shaky hand and everything) 😱 i think next time it would be fun to make a custom stamp and stamp a doodle next to my signature hehe. thank you again!!! 💕

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I somehow missed the news about your having created a whole damn book?? was just flipping through yu & me books's holiday gift guide and did a double take when I saw priscilla and momo!! zoomed in and sure enough, there was your name at the bottom! congrats on ihym and congrats on being featured on rec lists from shops as cool as yu & me 🎉😍

omggg thank you thank you!! 🥰 AHHH yu & me books looks so amazing! i've been to new york just once but if i ever get to go back i have to visit them... i'm always looking for indie bookstores to throw my money at 😤

🌸 Anonymous asked:

1. Will there be an “if you’ll have me” sequel? 2. Is Momo her full name or a Nick name? If it’s a Nick name what is her full name? Thank you i love your work! ❤️😊

ahh there's no sequel planned as of right now! but i'd love to make one if i get the chance... i have some ideas that i think would be fun <3 and momo gardner is her full name! i liked gardner because it made me think of flowers ☺️❤️ thank you so much!!

🌸 @upsidedown-shadow-dreamer asked:

Hello, long time fan here. If You'll Have Me was delivered an hour ago and I've already finished my first read. OMG it's AMAZING. I love the story, the beautiful art, the inner thoughts, the pacing, the page color changes for back story… Just major WOW. I hope you are so proud of this work. I'm already looking forward to reading it again. Thank you!!!

this is sooooo AHHHHH T_T i'm in tears. i can't tell you how happy and thrilled i am to hear this!!! it's so encouraging and uplifting and ahh!! i want to make more stories... and just knowing that this book will be read by the same person more than once, omg! it's truly the highest of praise. thank you from the bottom of my heart <333

🌸 Anonymous asked:

Hello!! I just remembered I could borrow graphic novels as e-books from my local library, found IYHM, devoured the entire thing in one sitting, then went through your tags so I could look at all your other IYHM art, and I was wondering if you'll make more stories about Momo and PG because I can't get enough of them! Absolutely obsessed with these two and I love seeing them so happy together 💖💖💖💖

hello!! oh i'm absolutely over the moon about this! i can definitely see myself making a follow-up book if i'm so lucky 🙏 but i'll keep on drawing more minicomics and illustrations no matter what!! thank you so much for this wonderful message 💕💕💕💕

🌸 Anonymous asked:

hi!! love love love your art!!! do you think we can expect to see another graphic novel about momo and priscilla in the future?

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I’ve read IYHM so many times already and I absolutely loved it!!!! Are you planning on writing another book with Momo and PG? Is is there a way we can buy more of your stories?

thank you both so much!!!! <3 a sequel is actually one of the ideas i pitched for my second book! my editor cautioned against it in case IYHM didn't perform well, so i ended up going in a different direction - but my fingers are crossed for future opportunities 😤 realistically, it will probably depend on sales... but for the record, i'd want to do one regardless of the numbers...

i have one more book coming out, which i'm working on right now! the timeline is a bit up in the air atm but i'll try to keep everyone posted. making a book is so slow but i'm so grateful to you all for waiting 🥺💛

🌸 @randomqueernoun asked:

Do you make webcomics for other apps/websites? If yes where can I find them and what do I search in them to find your comics?

ahh not at the moment! but thank you SO much for the interest! one of my biggest goals right now is to set up a website where i have all my work in one place, and that would definitely be the place where i post future webcomics 👀

also, just as an aside... i want to make webcomics so bad. i think after my next book, i might take a break from traditional publishing to do that. sometimes i can't believe i'm drawing hundreds of pages i can't post... i'm like, how are people supposed to read this if i can't show them? how will they know?! ahh it kills me... but yes... someday!!!

part 3 to come~

#iyhm #replies #csevet #chrysalis-the-butterfly #bisexualgoof #skittles-rainbow-cat #lord-of-the-froggies #ddooyoung #upsidedown-shadow-dreamer #randomqueernoun #anon

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Creator Spotlight: @jijidraws

Jiji Knight is a latina pinup illustrator. Her work is overall geared toward thick ladies and dedicated to fat positivity out of a purely selfish need to create art she wished she had seen growing up. She often features sexy and soft macabre themes on vibrant or sweet colours and takes great joy in making folx feel good about themselves with her work. She holds a Bachelor of Fine Arts in Illustration and operates out of her very sunny hometown of Las Vegas.

Check out our interview with Jiji below!

Have you ever had an art block? If so, how did you overcome it?

Oh my gosh… I have art blocks all the time. My favorite way of overcoming it is by making fanart. Funnily enough, that’s something I don’t do in my own work anymore. But there are still IPs I return to that still bring joy to my heart. I love returning to drawing Sailor Moon like when I was in first grade. Or I’ll even look up the last fashion week and start drawing the fashion week outfits from the Paris or New York show. Stuff like that is what gets my creative juices flowing.

What medium have you always been intrigued by but would never use yourself?

Resin. Resin art is so stunning. People make the most amazing and beautiful sculptures using resin, and I don’t think I could ever bring myself to play with something so complicated. There are a lot of ways to cure it, and sometimes, it doesn’t cure properly…I already work with enough chaos as it is! I respect resin artists, but I don’t think I would ever touch it. I’ve admired it from a distance. There is an artist I follow who does these resin layer paintings. So they’ll paint a layer of resin, then cure it, and paint on top of the cured layer. They build up these amazing paintings using resin…I could never. Maybe one day!

What is one interaction you had with a fan of yours that has stuck with you over the years?

I still remember…It was my first and only Flame Con in New York. I had a fan come up to my booth. They didn’t say hello or that it was nice to meet me. They started to cry! They cried, and the first words out of their mouth were, “I’ve never seen myself in artwork before.” So, of course, I started to cry! So we were just crying across the table at each other. It was just one of the sweetest interactions, and it really sticks with me still to this day.

What is a recent creative project that you are proud of?

My latest collaboration with the artist Missupacey. We’ve been collaborating for two years now, and our last collaboration was for Midsummer Scream. It was two very cute clown girls, and I designed our T-shirt. It was one of the most fun projects we’ve done in a long time. We love doing collaborative work because it keeps working in the art industry fresh—being able to bounce ideas back and forth. So we do it where someone picks the color palette, and someone picks a theme. We’ll get references together, put them on a big board, and send each other sketches. It’s really nice to work with somebody else.

How has technology changed the way you approach your work?

Honestly, it changed everything. I mean, I used to draw for myself a lot. And while I still do that, I now predominantly draw for my Patrons. For a while, I was drawing for the internet. So I was drawing stuff people wanted to see in terms of plus-sized versions of characters—a plus-sized Poison Ivy or a plus-sized Sailor Moon. My Patrons have allowed me to start drawing for myself again. But technology, for a while, essentially dominated what direction I was taking with my art, so I’m grateful to take some of that power back.

If there is one thing that you want art enthusiasts to remember you by, what would it be?

Body positivity. I would love for them to remember that there is an artist making work that is making people feel good about themselves and about the way they look at themselves.

Top tips on setting up an Artist Alley booth?

Have a method of taking money, have a method of displaying your work, and have a way to take a break. I have a plastic picnic cover that costs like a dollar at any store. All I have to do is clip it to my display grates, and it covers up my entire display. I feel secure enough to take time for myself in a 10-hour workday to eat something, go to the restroom, or even take a moment to breathe and reorganize my inventory. So it’s so funny that this one-dollar piece of plastic is like the most life-saving item in my display of items.

Who on Tumblr inspires you and why?

@mayakern comes to mind. She is another body-positive artist who expanded into making body-positive clothing. She’s amazing, and just to see someone else out there promoting body positivity. Maya’s been doing it longer than I have, I believe. It feels good to know that I’m not alone. Her work is always stunning, and I love her body-positive DnD characters and the fact that she’s still plowing through the clothing industry. For example, she’s expanded from skirts to button-downs and even custom-wrap shirts. I love to see what she’s doing, and it inspires me to pursue different avenues with my own work.

Thank you so much for stopping by and sharing, Jiji! Be sure to check out their Tumblr blog over at @jijidraws.

#creator spotlight #artists on tumblr #jijidraws

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whereforarthur · 4 months ago

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Tummy Obsessed Much?

A/n: George said in a tik tok that he loves a girls tummy and I just couldn’t get the idea to write about that out of my head, so here it is

Pairing: George Clarke x reader

Category: Smut and Fluff

Word Count: 3.4k

*****

The human body is the best work of art. -Jess C. Scott

"You know what, George?" She giggled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "You're obsessed with my stomach."

George looked up from his phone, his other hand absently tracing circles on her belly. He hadn't even noticed he was doing it. "What? No, I'm not," he protested, his cheeks flushing a gentle pink.

Y/n sat up in bed, pushing her messy hair out of her face. "Yes, you are. Every time we're together, you're always touching it." She took his hand in hers, bringing it to her lips for a soft kiss. "It's sweet, really."

George's smile grew sheepish. "I just like how it feels, I guess." He paused, his thumb ghosting over the smooth skin. "It's like...I dunno. It's comforting."

Y/n's eyes searched his, a warmth spreading through her. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

He nodded, his gaze dropping to their intertwined fingers. "It's just...I've never felt this way about anyone before. It's like your tummy is this perfect little island of us." He took a deep breath, the words tumbling out. "Every time I touch it, it's like I'm grounding myself in you."

Her heart fluttered at his confession, the sincerity in his voice making her feel cherished. She leaned into him, pressing her forehead against his. "I'm happy you feel that way, George. But why just my stomach?"

He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with affection. "Because it's so sexy and revealing when you wear those crop tops." He sat up, placing his hand over hers, his fingers drawing patterns across her bare skin. "Every time you wear one, it's like a secret treasure map leading to this spot."

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, but couldn't help the blush that spread from her neck to her cheeks. She loved wearing crop tops, especially when they went out. They highlighted the small butterfly tattoos she had gotten on a whim last summer.

As George continued to trace her stomach, she leaned back into the pillows, feeling the coolness of the fabric against her bare skin. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the streetlight outside their window, casting long shadows across the bed. The city sounds of London hummed in the background, a familiar lullaby that soothed them both.

Y/n felt a thrill at his words, a shiver running down her spine. She had always felt confident in her own skin, but knowing that George found her belly so alluring added a new layer to her self-image. It was a simple act, but it spoke volumes about his attraction to her, his love for the way she looked, and the comfort she brought him.

*****

The next time they went out, she picked out a crop top that was particularly revealing, one that made her stomach look toned and inviting. She paired it with high-waisted jeans and her favorite pair of ankle boots. The fabric was soft, almost silky, and hugged her body in all the right places. As they walked down the bustling streets of London, George couldn't keep his eyes off her, his gaze lingering on the sliver of skin peeking out from beneath her shirt.

They decided to grab a bite at a cozy pub they had been meaning to try. The scent of roasting meat and yeasty beer filled the air, making their stomachs growl in unison. They ordered a couple of pints and a plate of nachos to share, their laughter echoing in the warm, dimly lit space. As they talked and laughed, George's hand found its way to her stomach again, his thumb tracing the outline of her belly button.

The conversation flowed easily, the comfortable silence between them filled with gentle touches and soft smiles. Y/n felt a sense of belonging, as if her stomach was indeed a map to a place only they could find together. The way George looked at her, the way his eyes lit up every time he touched her, made her feel like the most beautiful person in the room.

As they sat in the pub, enjoying their food and drinks, she couldn't help but feel a thrill every time his hand touched her skin. It was as if they were sharing a secret, a silent language that no one else could understand. She leaned into his touch, her body responding to his affection with a warmth that radiated outwards.

"You wore this on purpose, didn't you?" George murmured, his eyes never leaving her stomach. His voice was low and teasing, a smirk playing on his lips.

Y/n pretended to look offended, but the glint in her eye gave her away. "What? This old thing?" She plucked at the fabric of her crop top, feigning innocence. "It's just what I grabbed from the wardrobe."

George's smirk grew wider. "Yeah, sure it is." He leaned in closer, his breath tickling her ear. "But I'm not complaining." His hand slid under the hem of her shirt, his fingertips dancing along the waistband of her jeans.

Y/n felt a rush of excitement, the warmth in her cheeks spreading to the rest of her body. She placed her hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Well, if it's working, then maybe I'll have to make it a habit."

George's eyes darkened, his voice dropping an octave. "Just don't say I didn't warn you." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck. "I might not be able to keep my hands to myself."

Y/n shivered, the anticipation building. She knew that look in his eyes, the one that promised a night of passion and love. But she also knew George well enough to understand that his self-control had its limits, especially when it came to her. She smirked, feeling a thrill at the thought of pushing those boundaries. "I'll take that risk," she whispered, leaning into his touch.

Her hand began to wander up his thigh, her fingertips lightly grazing the fabric of his jeans. George's breath hitched, his grip on her stomach tightening. The pub's atmosphere was forgotten as their eyes locked, the air between them charged with a magnetic pull. The music and chatter of the other patrons faded into the background, replaced by the thud of their racing hearts.

"You're playing with fire, you know," George warned, his voice thick with desire.

Y/n giggled, the sound sending a delicious shiver down his spine. She knew exactly what she was doing and reveled in the power she had over him. "I like the heat," she whispered, her hand sliding up his thigh a little further.

The tension in the air was palpable, the energy between them crackling like a live wire. George swallowed hard, his hand moving to the small of her back, his thumb brushing the bare skin just above her jeans. The touch was electric, sending jolts of desire through her body. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his body leaned into hers, seeking more contact.

With a final squeeze of her hand, George leaned back, tossing some bills onto the table. "Come on," he murmured, his voice a gruff whisper that sent a thrill through her. He didn't wait for a response, standing up and pulling her to her feet. Y/n didn't resist, her heart racing with excitement.

*****

They stepped out into the cool London night, the alleyway just a few paces away. It was dimly lit, the flicker of distant street lamps throwing shadows across the cobblestone path. The air was thick with the scent of rain, the promise of a storm hanging just out of reach. George's hand was firm in hers, pulling her into the shadows.

The moment they were out of view, he spun her around, pressing her back against the brick wall. His eyes were dark with desire, his breathing ragged. "You're driving me crazy," he growled, his hand sliding back up to her bare stomach.

Y/n's eyes danced with mischief. "Is that so?" She reached up, looping her arms around his neck, her fingertips grazing the short hairs at the base of his skull. "And what are you going to do about it?"

George's hand slid up her side, his thumb grazing the edge of her crop top. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both fiery and tender. His other hand found her hip, pulling her closer, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. The feel of her against him was intoxicating, the softness of her skin a stark contrast to the roughness of the wall behind her.

Y/n moaned softly, her body responding instinctively to his touch. Her own hands roamed his back, her nails digging in as she pulled him closer. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as their breaths mingled in the damp air. The anticipation was exquisite, the promise of more making her knees weak.

George's hand slipped under her shirt, his calloused fingers exploring the warm, soft skin of her stomach. His touch was gentle but firm, as if he was worshipping the very essence of her. Y/n arched into him, her body begging for more. The coolness of the wall was a stark contrast to the heat of his body, the chilly air raising goosebumps along her exposed flesh.

But just as their passion threatened to spill over into something more, George pulled away, his breaths coming in short gasps. "No," he murmured, his voice strained. "Not here. Not like this." He rested his forehead against hers, his eyes searching hers in the dim light.

Y/n's own breath hitched, surprised by his sudden restraint. But she could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between desire and respect. "Okay," she whispered, her voice shaky with anticipation. She knew he was right; the alley was not the place for this.

They broke apart, their chests heaving. George stepped back, his hand dropping to his side, his eyes still locked on hers. "Let's go home," he said, his voice low and rough. The need in his eyes was unmistakable.

Y/n nodded, her heart racing with excitement. She took his hand once more, and together they hurried down the alley, the cobblestones cool under their feet. The rain had started to fall, light droplets that kissed their skin and melded with their shared heat. The air was charged with the scent of damp earth and the electricity of their desire.

*****

By the time they reached their flat, the rain had picked up, soaking their clothes and plastering their hair to their faces. But neither of them cared. They stumbled through the door, breaking apart only long enough to kick off their wet shoes and shrug off their damp coats. The warmth of the apartment was a stark contrast to the chilly night outside, wrapping around them like a welcoming embrace.

George led her into the living room, his eyes never leaving hers. He leaned down, his hands sliding up her sodden shirt to expose her stomach once again. His fingertips traced the path they had so often followed, his touch feather-light and reverent. Y/n's skin was goose-pimpled with cold and desire, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

He kissed her stomach, his lips lingering on the soft curve. "I love you," he murmured against her skin. "Every inch of you." His words sent a shiver down her spine, the warmth of his breath a stark contrast to the chilly rainwater that clung to her.

Her hands found the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head. The sight of his bare chest, the muscles defined from his work outs, made her pulse race even faster. They had spent countless hours in this very room, exploring each other's bodies and sharing their deepest secrets. Yet every time felt like the first, a thrilling dance of discovery that never grew old.

George's hand slipped behind her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her in for another kiss. It was deep and hungry, a silent declaration of his love and lust. His other hand trailed down her back, finding the button of her jeans. With a deft twist, he popped it open, the zipper following with a metallic whisper.

Y/n's breath hitched as she felt the coldness of the room dissipate with the warmth of his touch. Her own hands found the buttons of his jeans, her fingers fumbling in their haste. They stumbled towards the bedroom, their kisses growing more urgent with each step. The rain outside grew heavier, the sound of it a soothing backdrop to their passionate reunion.

Once in the bedroom, they shed their remaining clothes with a desperate urgency, the wet fabric sticking to their skin as it fell to the floor. The room was lit only by the occasional flash of lightning, casting a stark, white light across the room before plunging them back into darkness. It was a dance of shadow and light that mirrored their own tumultuous emotions.

The bed was a beacon of warmth and comfort in the stormy night, and George pulled Y/n down onto the soft mattress. She straddled him, her hands exploring his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palms. His eyes never left hers, the love and desire in them as potent as the scent of the rain-drenched city outside their window.

Their kisses grew deeper, more frantic, as they rediscovered each other's bodies. George's hands slid up her thighs, the warmth of his skin a stark contrast to the coolness of hers. He cupped her hips, his thumbs brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. Y/n gasped into his mouth, her hips rocking against his touch.

He slid the wet fabric aside, his fingertips dancing over her sensitive skin. She was already wet for him, her arousal a slick invitation that had him groaning into her neck. His touch grew bolder, one finger slipping inside her, his other hand gently caressing her clit. Her breath hitched, her body tightening around him.

Y/n’s hips began to move, riding his hand in a silent plea for more. Her nails scored his shoulders, leaving half-moons in his skin. George’s eyes fluttered closed, his breath coming in harsh pants. He could feel her building, her muscles clenching around his finger, her breaths coming faster and faster.

With a final, desperate kiss, he positioned himself at her entrance, feeling the slick heat of her arousal. He pushed into her, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle that had been separated for too long. Y/n’s eyes widened with pleasure, her back arching as he filled her completely. The storm outside mirrored the tempest within them, the thunder a drumbeat to their passion.

They moved together, their rhythm syncing as if they had been doing this for an eternity. The rain lashed against the windows, a natural symphony that accompanied their intimate melody. George’s hand found her stomach again, the skin now slick with sweat and rainwater. He traced the taut muscles, feeling her body respond to his every touch.

Her breath grew ragged, her eyes never leaving his as she rode the wave of pleasure he created. His thumb circled her belly button, the sensation sending jolts of electricity straight to her core. She felt her orgasm building, a crescendo that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The storm outside grew wilder, the thunder clapping in time with their hearts.

George watched her face, the way her eyes fluttered shut and her mouth fell open in silent cries of ecstasy. He felt her tighten around him, her body a symphony of sensation. His own climax was approaching, the pressure building like a dam ready to burst. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his hand moving to her hip, guiding her movements, urging her closer to the edge.

Their bodies were slick with sweat, the sound of their skin slapping together in time with the storm's tempo. The rain pounded against the windows, a cacophony that only served to amplify their passion. Y/n's nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks that would linger for days. They were both lost in the moment, in the fiery dance of love that had become so familiar yet remained so intoxicating.

Her breath grew shallower, her hips moving faster against him. George could feel the tension in her body, the tightening of her muscles around him. He knew she was close, her stomach muscles quivering under his hand. With a final, deep thrust, he watched as the pleasure overtook her. Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth forming a silent scream as she climaxed, her body shaking with the force of it.

The sensation of her release was too much for him to bear. He followed her over the edge, his own orgasm ripping through him like a thunderclap. He pulled out just in time, his warm seed spilling onto her stomach. The sight of it, the proof of their union, was incredibly erotic, a visual representation of their love and desire.

Y/n's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt him come, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax. She watched, transfixed, as his hand moved to his cock, his thumb catching the last drops of his essence. He leaned down, pressing his sticky fingers against her skin, painting her belly with the evidence of their passion.

The warmth of his release was a stark contrast to the coolness of her stomach, and she gasped as the sensation sent a new wave of pleasure through her. "George," she breathed, her voice still shaky from her orgasm. He chuckled, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he traced the pattern of his desire across her abdomen.

He leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a gentle kiss that spoke of love and tenderness. Y/n could taste the faint saltiness of him, and she felt her heart swell with emotion. The storm outside had reached its crescendo, the rain pummeling the windows like a million tiny fists. Yet, in the quiet sanctity of their bedroom, they were the only two people that mattered.

George pulled away, his eyes never leaving hers. He admired her stomach, now adorned with the evidence of their passion. The muscles quivered slightly, a testament to the intensity of their lovemaking. He reached for the bedside tissue box, pulling out a soft wad of paper. With a gentle touch, he began to clean her up, wiping away the sticky remnants of their love.

His eyes were full of adoration as he took care of her, his movements deliberate and tender. Every stroke of the tissue was a silent declaration of his love, a promise to cherish every part of her. Y/n watched him, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. The intimacy of the moment was as potent as the storm outside, the quietness of their actions speaking louder than any words could.

When he was done, George couldn't resist leaning in to press a soft kiss to her stomach, his lips lingering on her skin. "You know," he said with a mischievous grin, "you're going to have to start charging me rent for all the time I spend here."

Y/n giggled, her body still humming with pleasure. "Rent, huh?" She trailed her fingers through his hair, feeling the dampness from the rain. "What do you think I should charge?"

George considered it, his expression thoughtful. "A lifetime's worth of snuggles and kisses?"

Y/n's laugh was breathless. "Sounds like a fair trade." She leaned down to kiss him, her hand still resting on his cheek. The warmth of his skin was a stark contrast to the coolness of her belly, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of completion, of home.

They settled into the warm cocoon of the bed, the storm outside growing more distant as their bodies grew closer. George wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against his chest. Her head found its familiar resting place on his shoulder, his heartbeat a comforting lullaby. The rain had slowed to a gentle patter, the occasional rumble of thunder a soothing reminder of the world outside their bubble.

It was in these quiet moments that George felt most alive, most connected to her.

*****

Taglist~

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A/n: Tiktok inspiration https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP81S7cEA/

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mwahbabe · 1 month ago

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Tattoo artist chloe! x fem reader

you get a tattoo from an “out of the way” tattoo artist, you end up getting more than just new ink….

Men DNI !!!

tags: v fingering (r! receiving), sesbian lex, cunnilingous (r! receiving), porn w plot, loser chloe + yearning chloe rahhh, stoner chloe, reader smokes some weed, kinda friends with benefits?? or client with benefits idk shut up.

a/n: totally not based of a real event in my life. (i wish it were chloe instead 😔)

‧₊˚. °♱༺ ༻♱༉‧₊˚.

You had been wanting a tramp stamp for the longest time, you found Chloe through a friend. At first you were skeptical because her prices were cheap, but looking on her page and seeing her designs, they looked really good and honestly she was hot. You messaged her and sorted out a time the day before. She had told you to just come in whenever since she had no bookings that day.

You nervously walked into the tattoo studio, You had worn short shorts and a crop top so she could tattoo you easier.

As you sat in the tattoo studio room, waiting for your tattoo artist to arrive, you looked around at the various art pieces and designs that adorned the walls. The anticipation of your upcoming tattoo started to build, a mix of excitement and nervousness buzzing in your chest.

Just as you were thinking about how long you had been waiting, the door to the room opened and in walked the tattoo artist – none other than Chloe, as fate would have it.

She smiled warmly when she saw you, her electric blue eyes scanning your exposed skin, taking in your outfit and the area you were interested in tattooing.

"Hey." she greeted, closing the door behind her. “y/n right? sorry i was just having a smoke break.”

“You’re fine.” You smiled “yeah that’s me. Chloe right? i’m here for the tramp stamp i sent you.”

Chloe nodded, “The one and only.”

her smile growing wider as she took a few steps closer to you. "Right, I remember. Tramp stamp, classic."

She looked you up and down, her gaze lingering on your exposed skin for a few seconds before she gestured towards the chair. "You can take a seat and i’ll get it drawn up."

“Okay perfect.” you went to sit on the chair and couldn’t help stealing glances at her, Her arm tattoo was really cool. As well as the one she had on her chest. “I like your ink.”

As you sat down, Chloe picked up a drawing pad and started sketching on it, preparing to draw up the design for your tattoo. She looked up briefly, noticing your glances at her tattoos. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, appreciating the compliments.

"Thanks." she said, her gaze meeting yours for a moment. "This one was done a while ago by someone else.. these ones i designed myself..” Her voice having a hint of nervousness in your presence.

“that’s so cool…”

“can i… look at them closer?” you blurted out.

Chloe looked up again, her hand still sketching out the design on the drawing pad. She chuckled softly at your excitement, clearly enjoying your interest.

"Sure." she said, glancing down at her own torso, where a few of her tattoos were visible. "You can… take a closer look, I mean if you want."

Chloe felt a shiver run down her spine as your fingers traced over her skin, following the lines of her tattoos. Your touch was light, but it sent a jolt through her, one that she hadn’t expected. “Damn these are sick..” you were being a bit forward touching her body when you had only just met her but thankfully chloe didn’t seem to mind.

She watched you closely as you examined her tattoos, a hint of a blush on her cheeks. "T-thanks." she said, her voice a bit shaky than usual. making her curse internally for being so nervous

"So…is this your first ink? "

“yeah… i’m sort of nervous.” you admitted

Chloe nodded, her expression softening as she heard your admission. "It’s normal to be nervous.” she reassured. "But don’t worry, I’ve been doing this for a while. I’ll make sure it’s as painless as possible."

Her hands continued sketching on the drawing pad, designing the tramp stamp that would soon be permanently etched onto your skin.

“okay.” you nodded with a smile. This girl seemed so laid back and not the usual professional and stoic tattoo artists you had been recommended. But her aura was just inviting and you just trusted her.

Chloe noticed the smile on your face, and it made her feel more at ease. She was glad to know that you weren’t feeling intimidated. She turned the drawing pad to you. “how’s this looking?”

You looked at the sketch pad and saw it was a bit different from what you sent her but you actually liked it a lot more.

“ohh i actually like that a lot.”

Chloe’s eyes lit up as you expressed your approval of her design. “yeah?” she asked, her nervousness melting away in the face of your enthusiasm. “I tweaked it a bit, but i think it’ll look great on you.”

You smiled and nodded. You definitely trusted her design and process. “I think so too.”

Chloe’s confidence grew with your assent. Seeing your smile and hearing your trusting words gave her a boost. “Hell yeah. Let’s do it.” she said, setting aside the drawing pad and preparing some of the necessary equipment.

“You good to lie forward on the chair?”

You nodded and got up on the old ass chair that seemed like it was about to break honestly but again you trusted her. “yup. if the chair doesn’t break under me.”

Chloe chuckled, shaking her head at your comment about the chair. "Don’t worry, it’ll hold up. it’s seen many ass and tits in its day." she assured you, patting the chair for good measure, earning a laugh from you.

She took a moment to adjust the chair so that it was more comfortable for you, making sure you were situated properly. “Comfortable?”

You laughed at that as you settled yourself, it was a little awkward at first but you got comfortable and rested your head on your arms as you heard her moving around. “yeah.”

Chloe watched you get situated into the chair, taking a few moments to appreciate the view of your body in this position. She shook her head to clear her mind, reminding herself to stay focused on the task at hand.

She picked up the ink gun and prepared the needle, cleaning the area where the tattoo was going to be placed. “It’s gonna be a bit cold,” she warned, her voice soft and soothing. "But try to relax, okay?"

You nodded and when the cold water suddenly landed on your lower back, You tensed but soon got used to it. Trying not to shiver at the feeling of her hands on your back.

Chloe chuckled softly as she noticed you tense up when the cold water landed on your lower back. She continued to wipe the area, preparing it for the tattoo, her hands moving carefully and steadily.

Her fingers trailed across your skin, mapping out the spot where the tattoo would go. "You doin’ alright back there?" she asked, her voice low and smooth as she worked.

“mhm. still a bit nervous.”

Chloe hummed in acknowledgment, her eyes focused on her work. "It’s okay to be nervous. It’s a big step, getting your first ink." she reassured you, her voice gentle and soothing.

She gently wiped the area clean. “alright.. I’m gonna put the stencil on now okay?”

“mhm.” You nodded and looked back at her shyly.

Chloe smiled subtly as her eyes met yours, seeing the shyness in your gaze. She liked a nervous client, it made her feel in control.

"Hold still for a sec, babe." she said, her voice soft as she positioned the stencil over your lower back.

Babe.

the nickname echoed in your brain. But maybe she was flirty with all her customers.

You nodded and stayed still as she put the stencil on.

As she applied the stencil, Chloe's touch was light and delicate against your skin. She could feel the heat radiating off your body as she worked.

As she placed the stencil, her hand stayed on your lower back for a moment longer than necessary. She smiled at your compliance. "Great. We’re almost there."

You nodded and waited for her to take off the paper.

Chloe finished placing the stencil, her hand lingering on your skin for a moment before pulling away to remove the paper. "Perfect."

She examined the design against your skin, a few inches above the waistline of your shorts, making sure it was centered just right.

"Take a look. What do you think so far?" she asked, her voice eager.

You got up slowly, arching your back a bit as you did. You went and looked in the mirror, your back turned and your head turned to look. you checked it out before you nodded satisfied with the design and placement on your skin. “Oh that looks fucking hot. Yup. looks really good.”

Chloe watched with a grin as you stood and admired her work. She chuckled as you complimented the design, her eyes tracing over the lines of the tat.

"Hell yeah, it does." she said, pride in her voice. "I knew you'd look good with some ink. You like the placement?”

You looked and really liked where it was. not too high not too low. it sat perfectly right above where your panties where.

“I do. it’s perfect.”

Chloe couldn’t help but agree, her eyes darting over your body, taking in the placement of the tattoo. “it really is.”

She cleared her throat, trying to stay focused. “alright then. Let’s get started.”

She indicated for you to lay back down on the chair. “you gonna be able to stay still for this?”

You laid forward on the chair, arching your back again, seeing if you would get the same reaction.

Chloe sucked in a small breath as you laid back down, arching your back and giving her an extra view. She had a hard time maintaining her professional demeanor as she took in the sight, her eyes raking over you for a momenlt.

She swallowed and cleared her throat, her hands itching to touch you in a way that was definitely not tattoo artist appropriate. “yeah, just like that..” she said, her voice a bit huskier than usual.

You pretended like that didn’t make the area between your thighs pulse. You laid forward and wiggled your ass a bit as you arched your hips slightly before laying flat. Acting as if you were just settling. You were definitely feeling bold today..

Chloe’s eyes widened as she watched you arch and wiggle your hips, her hands clenching slightly as her mind went to very unprofessional places. She took a moment to compose herself as you laid back down, trying to maintain her usual cool and calm demeanor.

“I can’t tell you whether it’ll be easy or not, everyone’s different...” she said, her voice a bit strained as she prepared the ink. “Just focus on your breathing and tell me if you need a break kay?.”

You nodded. “okay..” you knew it was obviously going to hurt, especially in such an area first time, but in a weird way it was also thrilling.

you rested your face on your hands looking in the mirror, your watched as she moved your shirt up for her and pulled your shorts down just slightly so your lace panties were visible. The fact that she did it for you instead of asking you to was a huge turn on. You couldn’t help squeezing your thighs together subtly as her large hands touched your exposed skin.

Chloe felt her heart skip a beat as she tugged your shorts down, exposing the lace underneath, her hands lingering a moment longer than necessary on the soft fabric. She swallowed hard, her eyes lingering on the sliver of skin she exposed, before forcing herself to focus. She hoped that her hands wouldn’t be too shaky. Having a hot chic in her tattoo chair making her lose all professionalism.

“Just try and stay still. I’m gonna start now.” she said, her voice a bit hoarse.

You watched her in the mirror, your eyes wandering over her body and her masculine demeanour.

Chloe could feel your eyes on her as she started to tattoo you, her own eyes flicking up to glance at you in the mirror. The heat of your gaze was making her feel flushed, and she had to focus extra hard to keep steady in her movements.

Her hands were deft and practiced, but she found herself struggling to concentrate on anything but your body and the way you watched her.

You tensed up slightly as the needle met your flesh. The burning sensation took a few minutes to get used to before you did.

“Breathe.”

Chloe’s voice was soft and soothing, but it held a commanding tone. She watched as you tensed up, feeling the way your body reacted under her touch. Her eyes flickered to your face in the mirror, checking to see if you were okay.

“Doing alright still?” she asked, her hand stilling for a moment.

“mhm.” you nodded. it didn’t hurt as much as you thought. But it was still unpleasant. Small sounds came from you now and then.

Chloe nodded as you assured her you were still good, her eyes flickering back down to focus on her work. She could tell that while the pain wasn’t too intense, it was still uncomfortable.

Every now and then, a small sound would escape your lips, and each one sent a jolt through her body. She could feel her own breathing getting a bit more ragged but she steeled herself, trying to stay professional.

You watched her in the mirror, the way her hand rested on your upper back… and her focused face, her brow furrowed and the way her hand worked… You hoped you weren’t getting the chair wet.

Chloe could feel the heat radiating off your body, her hand resting on your bare skin, feeling the little trembles as you adjusted to the pain. Her mind was racing with thoughts and urges that were completely inappropriate given the situation.

She could feel your body shifting under her hand, the small sounds you were making, and she had to use every ounce of willpower she had to keep herself from touching you in a very unprofessionally way.

As she hit a more sensitive spot, you made a small sound. Your hand gripping the chair.

Chloes hand stopped momentarily as she checked in with you, "Hurts a bit there huh?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing.

She glanced up at you in the mirror, seeing your hand gripping the chair, and she had to resist the urge to gently run her fingers over your skin to comfort you.

“it’s okay… I can take it..”

Chloe could hear the determination in your voice as you said you could take it, and it only made her proud. She nodded and got back to work, her hand moving with a firm and steady touch.

“You're doing great babe." she said, her voice low and smooth. "Just a bit more and then we're done."

You stayed still for her until she was done. your mind distracted by her.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity and yet not long enough, Chloe finished up the tattoo. She cleaned it gently, her hands gentle and sure.

As she put the tools away, she took a moment to admire her work, her eyes studying the tattoo on your skin. "That's it. We're done." she said, her voice a bit hoarse.

As she cleaned it up. The worst part of the process you found out.

Chloe chuckled seeing you tensed up as she cleaned the tattoo, knowing that part usually wasn’t very pleasant.

“Almost done now." she said, her voice soothing as she finished up. "Just a sec…”

She reached for some of the anti inflammatory cream to help with the healing and applied it carefully, her hands gently rubbing it into your skin.

You stayed still for her.

Chloe was careful as she applied the cream, her hands moving gently over your skin, trying to soothe any pain. Once she was finished, she stepped back, her eyes flickering over the tattoo once more.

"You can look if you'd like." she said, gesturing to the mirror, a hint of pride in her voice.

You got up and looked excitedly. you admired your new tramp stamp loving how it looked especially with this outfit. “fuck… i love it so much.. you did really good.”

Chloe's stomach flip as you looked at the tattoo, a smile crossing her face as she saw the look of love and excitement in your eyes.

"Hell yeah, you look damn hot." she said, her voice a bit cocky as she admired her work. "You really like it then?"

“fuck yes. It looks amazing, Thankyou…How much do i owe you?”

Chloe's chest felt warm as you complimented the tattoo again, proud of the work she’d done.

"Considering how much I enjoyed working on such a hot chick, it’s on the house." she said, her voice nonchalant but her eyes filled with a hint of mischief.

“oh? is that what you say to every chic you find hot that walks through your door?”

Chloe chuckled, her smirk growing wider as you called her out on her statement.

"Not every chick." she said, her eyes holding your gaze as she leaned back against the chair. “Wouldn’t have much business then.”

“Right…” You chucked softly as you leaned against the counter.

Chloe watched as you leaned against the counter, her eyes flickering over your body, taking in the way your shirt rode up, the way your hair framed your face.

She couldn’t remember the last time she became so flustered and turned on by a client. It was unprofessional and she knew it, but she couldn’t help herself.

“well.. uh.. my schedules open for the rest of the day. Any other ink you’ve been wanting… or randomly decided on?”

You couldn’t believe she would tattoo you for free and then willingly offer more. but hell you weren’t about to pass that up.

“i’ve wanted a chest tattoo… “

Chloe raised an eyebrow, a smirk on her face as she heard your request.

"A chest tattoo huh?" she said, her eyes slowly raking over your chest, lingering on the exposed bit peeking out from your top. "Anything in mind?"

She shifted on the chair and leaned forward slightly, her eyes dark and intense, her voice low and slightly rough.

“Honestly the design you did for this one was sick so… hit me. draw one up.”

Chloe was surprised but thrilled that you wanted her to design another tattoo for you, and right now.

"That’s a lot of pressure you’re putting on me here, babe." she said, a hint of banter in her voice. "You sure you put that much trust in me?"

“Of course. Unless you want me to leave?”

"No way."

Chloe's response was instant and firm, surprising even her. She didn’t want you to leave. She wanted you to stay here with her for as long as possible.

“Alright. I have something in mind then.” she said, as she grabbed her smoke kit and began to roll. “you smoke?”

“Not much…” you admitted

Chloe nodded as she focused on rolling her joint, listening as you told her you didn't smoke often. It didn't surprise her. You didn't seem the type.

"Do you mind if I smoke then? I find it helps loosen up the creative brain." she said, holding up the joint in her hand before reaching for a lighter.

“Not at all.” you smiled and sat on the couch, wincing at the tenderness on your lower back against the leather.

Chloe lit the joint and took a slow drag, holding the smoke in her lungs for a moment before exhaling. She felt the familiar relaxing effect of the weed as she walked over and sat on the couch next to you, her eyes flickering to your wincing.

"How’s the pain level?“

She asked, her voice a bit softer.

“honestly. hurts more than when it was being done.” you said with a slight chuckle, both out of nervousness and forwardness.

"Yeah it feels like hell once the adrenaline wears off." She said with a laugh, taking another drag on the joint.

Her eyes wandered over your face, studying your expression as the pain hit you a bit more.

"You sure you want another one then? Right now?"

“Hell yeah.”

Chloe watched your unwavering determination with amusement and admiration. You were one stubborn, fearless chick, and she liked it.

"Alright then tough girl." She chuckled, taking another drag before offering you the joint. "Hit that and let's get some art goin' here."

“Okay.” You agreed with her no questions and went to take it before she held it for you to hit.

Chloe watched as you leaned forward, your lips around the joint as you inhaled. Your head was mere inches from her own, and she could feel the heat rolling off your body.

Her eyes were locked on your mouth as you finished taking a drag and leaned back, her mind clouded with a combination of the weed and the close proximity.

You looked her in the eye as you did it and blew it out coughing only a little. Thank god.

Chloe swallowed hard as she watched your lips purse around the joint, the cloud of smoke that appeared as you blew it out making her wish she was sitting even closer than she already was.

She took the joint from you and blew out a long stream of smoke, trying to maintain her composure. "Not bad." she said, her voice low and a bit strained.

“Thanks.” You said with a small laugh, impressed you didn’t have a coughing fit,

Chloe also found herself smiling, watching as a small laugh passed over your lips. She was used to seeing people flinch and cry from the pain of getting inked, but here you were laughing, relaxed on her couch hitting her blunt, and wanting more.

"Now..." she said, her eyes lingering on your chest, "I gotta see some skin before we can start."

You nodded and pulled your top down a bit the top of your breasts, where chloe had definitely noticed you were in fact braless.

Chloe swallowed, her body reacting involuntarily to the sight before her.

She took another drag on the joint, trying to calm her racing heart, before shifting in her seat and leaning closer to you.

"Perfect." she said quietly, her eyes lingering on your skin. "Right here..."

“yeah i like around this sort of area” You traced your finger across the area between your collarbones and the beginning of your breasts. indicating where you wanted the tattoo. Chloe followed your touch with her eyes, her breath caught in her throat.

"Right there?" she asked touching the area you showed her, her voice a bit strained as her mind began to imagine the design there, permanently attached to your skin.

You nodded.

Chloe cleared her throat, forcing herself to focus. She had to be professional, she reminded herself. Despite her body and brain having very un-professional thoughts and feelings.

She leaned forwards, her eyes focused on the skin that would soon be inked. Her fingers gently traced the same path you had, feeling the smoothness of your skin.

"You know it's gonna hurt like a sonuvabitch right here." she said, her voice rough. "You really sure you want it there?"

“yup. positive.”

"Damn girl."

Chloe chuckled, admiring your determination. There was no way she could talk you out of that now, and she knew it.

"Alright then." she said, her fingers lingering on your skin for a moment longer than necessary before she pulled away. "You relax on the couch and don’t move. I'm gonna get my sketchbook."

You nodded and stayed there obediantly, you felt your chest flutter as you watched Chloe get up from the couch and moved towards her desk, her body feeling a bit unsteady. There was something about you that made her feel so off kilter, and it was exciting as much as it was a bit irritating.

She bent over to grab her sketchbook, knowing full well that you had a perfect view of her ass from behind, and didn’t bother to hide the small smirk that tugged at her lips.

You, of course looked. You couldn’t help yourself.

Chloe could feel your eyes on her as she leaned over, choosing to linger there a few seconds longer for your viewing pleasure.

She made her way back over to the couch, sketchbook in hand, making sure to sway her hips as she walked. She sat back down next to you, leaning closer to you than before.

“can i have another hit..?” you asked with more confidence than before.

“go for it hotstuff.”

Chloe took another drag on the joint before handing it to you. As you reached for it, her fingers grazed over yours, a subtle, almost electric touch. You couldn’t hide your reaction to that nickname that would havw otherwise given you the ick from anyone else.

She kept a watchful eye on you as you took another puff, her eyes locked on your mouth as you inhaled, her own lips parting slightly at the sight.

You inhaled and blew it out keeping eye contact. the sexual tension in the air could be cut with a knife.

Chloe’s throat was feeling drier and drier with each passing second. The way you held her gaze as you exhaled the smoke, your lips slightly parted, your chest rising with each breath… it was driving her crazy.

She had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep herself in check, her leg bouncing up and down nervously as the tension increased. Her eyes never left yours, the connection between you two almost tangible.

After a bit of talking and smoking back and forth chloe got started on your chest tattoo, You were laid back in the chair with her leaning over you, her face inches away from yours as she worked on you.

Chloe’s mind was in overdrive. The position you both were in, with her body bent over you and her face so close to yours, was driving her insane.

She tried to focus on the task at hand, the tattoo ink, the steady buzz of the gun in the background. But all she could think about was you, the way you looked, the way your chest rose and fell with your breath, the scent of your skin.

You made sure to control your breathing when she pulled away, You inhaled and as she worked on you, exhaled slowly as not to fuck up her ink.

Chloe was both grateful and frustrated by your breathing. Grateful because you were making things so much easier by not flinching and squirming. But frustrated because every time you drew in a breath, your chest rose slightly, and it was all she could do to keep her eyes on her work and not get distracted.

She was silently thankful that the constant buzz of the tattoo gun was covering up the sound of her heart, which was pumping at a million miles an hour.

Chloe's eyes flicked up to your face as you made small sounds in response to the pain. She could see the slight wince of discomfort, the tightness around your eyes as the gun ran over the more tender parts of the tattoo.

But even that couldn't stop the heat pooling in her gut as you lay beneath her, writhing slightly as she worked her magic.

As she worked on the other side instead of moving around she chose to lean over you. her face inches away now. Not that you minded. You could feel her breath on your skin, she held you still by holding you by the arm gently but firm, besides the uncomfortable sting of the tattoo gun you were soaked

Chloe didn't even realize she was getting closer to you as she worked. All she knew was that she wanted to be closer to you, to feel more of your skin against hers.

She held you still with a gentle touch to your arm, her breath coming out in short shallow puffs against your skin, her eyes fixated on the ink on your body.

Her own body was reacting involuntarily, her pulse racing and her chest heaving as she leaned over you, the scent and sight of you almost overwhelming.

The scent of weed was thick in the air, the buzz of the tattoo gun blending in with the heavy metal music playing overhead. And as Chloe leaned over you, her chest hovering mere inches from your face, her bullet necklace dangled over your face every now and then when she moved to dip the needle end in.

She was completely focused on the task at hand, but even as she worked, her body was screaming at her to touch you, to get closer, to satisfy the ache within her.

“you… can hold my hand if you want.”

You did and gripped her hand hard but not too hard as she worked, You were excited for how this tat would look and also getting excited in a different way.

Chloe felt a jolt of electricity shoot up her arm. Holding your hand, feeling your fingers grip tightly to her own, sent her mind spiralling.

She could feel the tension in your hand, the way your fist tightened as the needle ran over sensitive skin. But it also grounded her, gave her something to focus on as she tried to suppress her own urges.

"Breathe." she said, her voice a bit rougher than normal. "Just keep breathing for me."

You nodded. you were quiet indicating it hurt otherwise you would be more vocal.

Chloe could feel the tension in your body as she continued working. You were being quiet, only letting out small winces every now and then, and she could see the pain in your eyes.

"Almost done, babe." she said quietly, her hand firmly holding yours. "You're doing so good. You're doing great. Just a few more minutes."

You nodded, squeezing your thighs together at her praise.

Chloe's eyes glanced down to your legs briefly as you squeezed them together, and she quickly looked back up, her gaze darkened. She could tell you were starting to lose control, and she was on the same edge as well.

"You're being so good." she repeated, her voice soft but firm. "We're almost there. You can take a little bit more, right?"

“yeah… i can take it.”

"Good girl."

Chloe's breath hitched as those words slipped from her lips, her eyes boring into yours as she looked down at you. Your submission, the fact that you were willing to take the pain for the sake of the tattoo, it was driving her wild.

She was so focused on you, on the tattoo, she was nearly done but she didn't want it to end.

You gave her a look through your lashes, you wondered if she was feeling the same way, but from the way her breath hitched at your sounds and how she gripped your body you could sense it.

Chloe could feel your gaze on her as she continued working, her body shuddering as she felt your eyes on her. And the way you looked at her, those big sultry “fuck me” eyes, nearly made her knees buckle.

She was losing control, losing herself in the sensations, the pain, the pleasure, the sheer need to touch you. But she had to keep it together for now, just until the tattoo was done.

As she dipped the needle back into the ink she took a hit of the joint sitting in the tray, before blowing it out.

“open your mouth.”

You opened your mouth obediently for the joint.

Chloe leaned over you, bringing the joint to your mouth, her hand gripping your chin. As you parted your lips to take a drag, she nearly groaned out loud.

The sight of your mouth open, your tongue darting out to take the joint, had her mind spinning. She was so close to the edge, she could feel her own control slipping by the second.

As she gripped your chin you tried not to moan. You looked her in the eye as you inhaled, your thighs squeezing together.

The look you gave her as you took the joint nearly broke her. Your gaze, your soft lips around the joint, she gripped your chin hard now, her body leaning over yours, her eyes fixed on your mouth as she watched you take a long, slow drag.

Her mind was racing, her heart thumping wildly in her chest, the sounds in the room blending together in a fuzzy mix of sensations. You blew it out towards her face.

Chloe couldn’t stop the small shiver that ran through her body. as you did this. The weed in her system combined with the sight of you, laying on the chair, eyes heavy, breath coming out in soft pants, was intoxicating.

She took the joint from your mouth and tossed it onto the tray, before leaning over you, her hands planted on either of your shoulders, trapping you in place.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice low and rough.

You giggled softly. “maybe…” clearly the joint had loosened you up and made your nerves less stiff.

Chloe smirked at your response, her eyes darkening at the sound of your soft, breathy laugh. She had you right where she wanted you.

“Yeah? You’re enjoying being a tease?, being all laid out for me to work on?”

She shifted slightly, leaning over you a bit more, pressing her body against yours.

Your breath hitched as her body pressed into yours as she towered over you. You couldn’t help the grin on your face. “yeah…” you admitted “I do like it..”

Chloe's gaze darkened further as you admitted, in that soft, breathless voice, that you liked this. Being at her mercy, pinned beneath her body, the pain and pleasure mixing together in a dizzying whirlwind.

She leaned in closer, the scent of your skin, the feel of your body against her, driving her crazy. “you’re really fucking hot...” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

“so are you…” You mumbled, your breath fanning her lips.

Chloe was done. All the control she had left was gone as you spoke to her in that soft, breathy voice, your breath fanning her lips.

She leaned in closer, her body pressing against yours, pinning you to the chair. “You wanna do something about it?” she asked, her voice a low whisper, her lips just millimeters from yours. absolutely you did.

“fuck yes.” you said before she kissed you hungrily, your legs wrapped around her and your arms gripped her lean but strong upper back. Chloe had waited long enough, and as soon as the words left your lips she captured your mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss. Her tongue was demanding and possessive as it parted your lips, her body pressed completely against yours.

Her hands trailed down your body, gripping and grabbing at your skin as her body moved between your legs, her hips rolling against yours.

You moaned as her hips rolled against yours, your moans being swallowed by hers. The sound of your moans was like music to her ears, it drove her crazy. Her body moved against yours in a slow, steady rhythm, each roll of her hips sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

Her hands were all over you, touching and grabbing, as if she couldn't get enough of you. The taste of your lips, the scent of your skin, the sounds you were making... it was intoxicating. As her hand snuck down into your shorts, she looked up at you, her pupils dilated, “can i?” she asked in what sounded like a whimper, you nodded a little bit too fast, with your consent chloe’s hand cautiously slipped into your panties finding your soaked folds and puffy clit, you let out a shaky moan and tipped your head back, your hips bucking into her hand.

Her mouth moved from your lips to your neck, biting and sucking at the tender flesh while she gently but firmly drew circles on your clit. Watching in fascination as you squirmed in her seat. She needed more.

Feeling her tug at your bottoms you lifted your hips eagerly letting her pull them off down your legs letting the soaked fabric of your panties join them and kicked them off your ankles. As soon as they were out of the way, Chloe ran her hands up your thighs, gripping them in her hands as she looked down at you. Her eyes darkened seeing you spread out beneath her, exposed and at her mercy.

You sat up on your elbows and watched in anticipation as Chloe’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of you, laid out before her, so willing and wanting. She dropped to her knees in front of you, her hands running up and down your thighs, getting closer to your cunt. You couldn’t help but let out an audible moan and watched her as she lowered herself,

Slowly, almost torturously, she leaned in and planted a kiss on your inner thigh, her lips tracing a path upwards towards your cunt, her eyes never leaving yours. Chloe smirked at the sound of your moan as her hand came down with a playful slap on your thighs She repeated the action a few times, alternating between gentle kisses and stinging slaps, watching as your body writhed beneath her touch.

“That hurt?” she asked, her voice a low whisper, her lips against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

You nodded, “I like it..”

“Course you do.”

Chloe chuckled as she came back up to kiss you, her shaky breath against your lips, which she captured again in a fierce, hungry kiss. Her tongue was demanding and possessive as it parted your lips, her body pressed completely against yours. “you taste good.. ” she said, her voice sultry and low, as she once again got back down between your legs continuing to plant kisses on your inner thigh, her hands gripping your legs, holding you in place.

Her fingers dug into your skin, her touch firm and possessive, as she continued to explore your body, her kisses getting closer and closer to your pussy. “bet you taste better down here…” she sounded as if she was breathless, like the sight of you had taken her breathe away.

You watched her and felt her blue hair tickle your thighs as she moved closer and closer to where you needed her.

She leaned in, her breath hot against your skin, her eyes locked on yours as her lips finally made contact with your pussy. You let out a moan through your teeth and your body reacted to it, Her eye contact was so intimate you looked away flusteredly

Seeing you look away made something possessive flare within Chloe. She didn’t want you looking anywhere but at her, she wanted your full attention.

She reached up and gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to look back at her. Her mouth was still planted between your legs, her tongue dancing over your sensitive bud.

“Look at me.” she commanded, her voice firm, her eyes fixed on yours.

you turned your head making eye contact shyly.

Her tongue flicked against your clit, her lips sucking gently, her fingers gripping your hips, holding you in place as she worked on you.

“Oh… fuck chloe.” you had never in your life been eaten out this good, she was hungry.

Hearing you say her name in that raspy voice, the way you cried out, filled Chloe with a sense of power. She loved having you like this, completely at her mercy, your body responding to every flick and touch, every movement of her tongue and lips.

Wrapping her arms around your legs, she pulled you closer, her mouth working hungrily against you, her eyes still locked on yours Your cheeks were hot as you tried your best to keep eye contact with her, keeping yourself propped up on your elbows

You were struggling to keep eye contact, your body trembling and quaking with pleasure under her touch, but Chloe was relentless. Her eyes held yours captive, demanding your attention as her tongue worked its magic on your most sensitive spot.

She could feel your legs weakening, your arms shuddering as you tried in vain to hold yourself up. With a growl, she gripped your hips, pulling you closer, her tongue and lips applying more pressure, more intensity, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

You moaned and one hand moved to grip something, anything, you settled on the back of her head, your fingernails gently raking on her neck. Chloe groaned at this.

Her mouth continued its assault on you, her tongue moving with a frenzied pace, her lips sucking at your clit with a fierce intensity.

Your chest rose and fell as your moans got louder and more whiney, you wondered if you were the first client she had done this to or if this was a common accurance with the way she was devouring you so good.

As your moans were growing louder, higher pitched and more desperate, Chloe was consumed by this act, completely lost in the moment. Her focus was solely on you, on the sounds you were making, the taste of you on her tongue.

She’d had clients come onto her before, yes, but nothing could compare to this. The connection she felt with you, the way your body responded to her touch… it was different. It was intimate and intense and utterly addictive.

“Chloe… shit.. oh my god you’re so good at this…” your shaky voice filled her ears.

Hearing your voice, breathless and ragged from pleasure, your words of praise only made Chloe double down. She wanted to give you as much pleasure as she could, make you moan and cry out her name in ecstasy.

She flattened her tongue against your clit, a guttural noise escaping her throat as she feasted on you, her hands gripping tighter at your hips to keep you still.

“So good… fuck.. yes baby… right there.” You praised.

Hearing your words of encouragement only fueled Chloe's desire. She loved the way you responded to her touch, the way you writhed beneath her, the way you called out her name.

She focused on the spot you had praised, applying more pressure with her tongue, swirling and lapping at your little clit, wanting to push you over the edge, to make you lose control completely.

When she added a finger you cried out, her digit entered you, slipping inside your wetness, you were lost in pleasure, her relentless double action on your cunt had you a squirming, whiney mess.

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from your face, watching as you came undone beneath her touch. The sight of you, squirming and writhing, your body trembling and quaking as she worked her fingers and tongue, it was almost too much for her to handle.

She wanted you to fall apart completely, to lose control completely, and she showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

As she added another finger, stretching you open, you let out a louder moan making her pussy throb.

The stretch felt so good as her tongue continued its action on your clit. When she started to pump her fingers, you were utterly out of your own control.

“Fuck… fuck..!! chloe..” Hearing you cry out her name, so breathless and wanton, was doing things to Chloe that she couldn't explain. It was the most delicious sound and it fueled her desire to push you further and further, deeper into the abyss of ecstasy

"That’s it," she purred, her voice low and sultry, "let go babe, I got you."

You obeyed her and a string of girly whines, cusses and groans came from you as you came, making a mess of her to her utter delight.

Chloe was hypnotised as you came undone, crying out her name in waves of ecstasy, Chloe slowed her actions but didn't stop completely. She watched in awe as you trembled and shook, your body a trembling mess of pleasure and exhaustion.

She lifted her head up and looked at you, a satisfied smirk on her face, her chin and mouth glistening in the lamplight. "damn..." she said breathlessly, still reeling from the sheer intensity of what had just taken place.

Chloe slowly withdrew her fingers, her breath still ragged and uneven from the intensity of moment. She climbed up from her kneeling position, her eyes never leaving yours, and perched on the edge of the chair beside you.

She placed a hand on your stomach, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin, and watched as you laid there, chest heaving, trying to catch your breath.

“jesus christ… that was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen,” she said, a hint of awe in her voice.

You laughed softly, Still recovering from the most intense orgasm you’d had in a while. “fuck…”

Chloe chuckled softly in response, a satisfied and lazy grin tugging at her lips. She was still coming down from the intensity of the moment herself, but she couldn't stop watching you, taking in the sight of you lying before her, flushed and breathless and beautiful.

She reached out a hand and gently brushed some stray strands of hair away from your face, her touch light and gentle. "You okay there?" she asked, her voice still a bit rough.

“Yeah.. i’m good.” in your mind you couldn’t believe that really happened, your first tattoo and you get your pussy ate by a hot tattoo artist chic. But you somehow managed to play it cool.

Chloe smiled at your response, her fingers still tracing lazy patterns on your stomach, enjoying the feeling of your skin under her touch.

She knew what you were thinking, could see it in your eyes, and she couldn't help but smirk. "Not quite the typical tattoo experience, I know," she teased, earning another laugh from you

“I would have got one sooner.”

Chloe chuckled at your comment, her smirk widening into a full-fledged grin. "I'll have to keep that in mind for future bookings," she joked, her eyes sparkling.

She continued to trace her fingers over your stomach, her touch light and gentle, as if she was savoring the feeling of your skin beneath her fingertips. "You're welcome to come back anytime," she added, her voice low and suggestive.

“I think i will.” You giggled. but you meant it. completely.

“lemme clean you up hot stuff.” she gave your thigh a pat before rising up and grabbing some paper towels and her water bottle before returning to your side, gathering a generous amount on the paper towels before cleaning up any remaining fluids from your “encounter”. You winced a bit from the sensitivity. Much like when she cleaned your tattoo.

Chloe continued to clean you, being mindful of the tender flesh between your thighs, she knew how sensitive you were in that area now, and the sound of your wince went straight to her core.

"Sorry babe.," she murmured as she gently cleaned you up, her touch deliberately gentle.

“Don’t be.”

"She hummed softly in reply, her eyes still fixed on your body as she continued her gentle cleanup.

She couldn't resist the urge to touch you, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your sensitive skin, as she took in the sight of you lying there before her, so open and vulnerable, your body still quaking from the aftershocks of pleasure.

“Can i have my shorts and panties back?” you asked with a slight grin sitting up straight.

Chloe nodded, her gaze lingering on your body for a moment longer before she reluctantly pulled away. She moved over to the side of the room where your discarded clothes were lying, and picked up your shorts and panties.

She walked back over to you, a cocky smirk still playing at the corners of her mouth, and handed your clothes over, You slipped the panties on your legs and then pulled them up doing the same with your shorts, with Chloe watching you silently as you put your clothes back on, her eyes roving over your body appreciatively. She couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment as your tantalizing skin disappeared under the fabric, but she tried to mask it with her usual cocky demeanour.

“alright. Lemme finish up the tattoo. got a bit distracted.” Her voice carried a teasing tone.

“Yeah just a little.” You teased. “but i think we both did.”

Chloe chuckled at your remark, unable to deny the truth in it. “Yeah, yeah.”

She moved back up to your chest, her focus shifting back to the task at hand.

As she resumed working on the tattoo, your mind kept replaying the events of the past few minutes over and over again, the feeling and sight of her buried between your legs eating you like you were her last meal still fresh and vivid in your mind.

As she finished your chest tattoo, the pain contrasting with the pleasure you had seconds ago surprisingly pleasant. Once she finished you smiled.

Chloe took a step back, admiring her work. The tattoo looked perfect on your skin, a permanent and sexy mark on your body that she had put there.

you gave her a warm smile “let me see.”

Chloe pulled a handheld mirror from the table and held it up so you could see your reflection in it. Her gaze followed your every move, watching your reaction as you took in the sight of your new tattoo.

"what do you think?" she asked, her voice steady but eager. She was silently desperate for your approval, her heart aching to hear your words of praise.

As you looked at the tattoo through the mirror, admiring it from every angle, chloe was behind you, both checking for your reaction and getting another look at your ass.

“fuck… I love that..” you said as you looked at it through the mirror from different angles. “you did amazing chloe.” that sentence had two meanings. Chloe's heart skipped a beat. The words you said sounded like music to her ears, and she couldn't help but bask in your praise. Her eyes roamed over her ink on your skin again.

"yeah? you really like it?" she asked, her voice betraying a hint of insecurity. she needed to hear you say it again, to know that she had truly satisfied you with her work.

“absolutely Chloe. thankyou so so much.” You wanted to kiss her but didn’t know if that was weird, even during this weird exchange. Seeing how much you loved the tattoo, how satisfied you were with her work... it meant everything to her. And when you looked at her like that, like you wanted to kiss her, she felt her walls crumbling, her usual cool and collected facade faltering.

When she saw you were going in your purse to pay a mixture of anticipation and reluctance coursing through her veins. She didn’t want this moment to end, didn’t want to go back to the cold and professional exchange of money.

“Uh..right yeah. Yeah, money.”

Truly she did need the money but she just couldn’t bare to see you go. She didn’t want this to end.

she spoke up, her tone a little bit needier than she liked.

“honestly… it’s fine. honestly after what we did, forget it.”

You gave her a look, insisting you had to pay her. “Chloe c’mon..”

“No. seriously it’s fine. As long as you’re willing to…y’know make this a regular thing. it’s totally on the house, if that’s okay …”

Your eyes lit up, it wasn’t everyday your tattoo artist fucked you silly and then gave you a good tattoo, free at that. You definitely weren’t about to say no. This was a dream to anyone that wanted tattoos.

“Sure. I mean if you’re okay with it.” you gave a slight smirk to the blue haired punk girl with various tattoos across her arm and body, pretending like inside your jumping for joy at the thought of doing this kind of thing with her again.

“Course. Hit me up whenever you want some ink. …or anything else. I got you.”

Needless to say, You had found gold when you found Chloe price.

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