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thisgirlnamedblusy · 2 months ago

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Hi, your writing is lovely and always make my day everyday :] can you please do this one if it's okay?

Donna visited the village to buy something and Angie ran off to play, stumbled on a village teacher (reader) who likes dolls but couldn't afford it when she was a kid, so instead of being scared of Angie, reader plays with her like she always does with the kids, her students.

Donna saw that and felt warm to see reader happily play with Angie, and she was too nervous to get Angie. Then reader and Donna met for the first time, and somehow it grows into a close relationship into a romantic one. But both stay in secret and only meet at nightime to avoid ugly rumors. They both don't like it to keep it a secret, especially Donna and it anxious her so much because she only meets reader briefly everyday.

Reader noticed the anxiety so one day she decided took the risk to visit on daytime but unfortunately, Donna is busy in her workshop, then reader made a surprise dinner with Angie help (ofc after she played with Angie (Angie demanded)) >:] and on the romantic dinner reader comfort Donna anxiety to ensure that she loves Donna as much and decided if Donna wants reader will visits more, to hell with rumors.

Also, ahem, if you're okay can you please close the romantic night with some steamy love making :3 TopReader and NO GP please :] (Donna needs to be loved more <3)

Yesss!!!! Thank you for your support and for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :)))))))

To teach how to love

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, village teacher! Reader

Warnings: smut, Minors DNI, fluff, insecurities, Donna being Donna

Word count: 8,715

Summary: To keep it in secret was a bad idea...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!!I love you all!!!

“Miss (Y/N), if the Black Gods protect us, why do we need that amosphere?” the innocent boy asked.

You had to make a great effort not to roll your eyes visibly. Well, you couldn't blame them for thinking that way.

“Mm, that's true, Chris; the Black Gods protect us, but so does nature,” you said with a smile, leaning on the desk. “Just think what would happen if the atmosphere didn't exist,” you explained, emphasizing the word correctly. “The Black Gods wouldn't have anything to protect, because we wouldn't exist.”

“My mother says that the Gods are powerful, but they can't do everything for us,” another girl intervened.

“Yes, exactly, that's what I mean,” you said pleased, to which the boy nodded slowly.

“What nonsense,” another boy said. “The Gods are Gods, they can do everything. Even if that thing didn't exist, we could live thanks to their protection.”

“Igor…” you sighed, shaking your head. “If there's no atmosphere, there's no life, no matter what the Gods do.”

“Yes, they'd probably get bored because there'd be no one to help,” said girl another, swinging her legs innocently. “Listen to the teacher.”

“Oh, okay…” the boy said, head down.

“Okay, if there are no more questions…” you said, looking at the clock again. “I think you're all looking forward to going home and…”

“Hey, you! I have a question!” a shrill voice caught your attention, making you frown. You certainly didn't recognize that voice, and that lack of manners.

You turned quickly, looking at the class, who froze, staring at one of the desks where a doll stood, a sinister, living one.

“Ahhh, it's Angie!” a little girl shouted, making the doll laugh.

“Boo!” the puppet shrieked, waving at the children, who screamed, fleeing the classroom in terror. “Run, run, I'm hungry!” the doll mocked, pretending to chase your students.

You approached slowly, not scared, but curious.

You were born in that place, in that village. You knew that your life wasn’t yours and that it never was. The Black Gods, the Lords, Mother Miranda… That inevitable darkness surrounded you for as long as you could remember, but you always knew how to adapt.

Your family was never blessed by the Gods, they never, despite being faithful devotees, obtained the grace of those deities. Always poor, humble but good-hearted, your parents survived as best they could.

You were never a special girl, apart from your obsession with reading and knowledge, things that your father saw as a waste of time, as something that would not contribute. Unfortunately, your parents left you before realizing they were wrong.

That desire to learn, to know everything, led you to, at the young age of 22, being chosen by the village as an important person, as the right girl for the younger ones to learn something about life.

Teaching became your passion, the only thing that made you smile in that world of shadows. Your students were the most important thing to you, and you did everything possible to make them forget, for a moment, the hopeless place they were in.

But that was a much more complicated task than making them understand that the Earth revolved around the sun, and not around the Black Gods. Luckily, education and culture were something that Mother Miranda valued enough to let you do your job in peace.

Idolized but respected, the Lords always stayed away from your work, you doubted they even knew of your existence. Of course, a living doll, belonging to the youngest, most mysterious Lord, Donna Beneviento, was a terrifying thing for those poor children. You couldn't blame them for running away.

“Angie?” you asked curiously, without any fear. No, that doll didn't generate fear or a survival instinct in you. You always found it curious. You saw in it a part of yourself that you thought you had forgotten.

However, seeing the puppet that close was something strange.

“Great Angie for you, silly,” the doll said, pointing at you disrespectfully.

“Yes, yes,” you murmured, approaching slowly. “Hey, what are you doing here?” you asked, taking the opportunity to observe that curious doll closely.

“Silly Donna came to the village to buy… Well, I don't remember what, but the fact is that I was bored and I looked out the window and what a coincidence, a bunch of children to scare appeared in front of me. I couldn't waste that opportunity,” Angie explained, speaking naturally.

That doll reminded you of other times, times when you admired those beautiful porcelain dolls that Lady Beneviento made.

“It's not right to scare children, Angie,” you said with a relaxed smile, with the same expression with which you educated your students.

“Oh, you dare to question me, commoner?” the doll mocked, climbing onto a table and putting her hands on her hips.

You couldn't help but laugh and shake your head.

“I would never think of that,” you sighed, watching with curiosity as the puppet climbed onto your desk, shuffling through your papers. “Hey, be careful with that.”

“So you're a teacher, huh?” Angie asked in the same mocking tone, looking at the books.

“Uh-huh,” you said nodding, trying not to let the doll mess everything up.

“Donna didn't like lessons, they said they were boring,” the puppet murmured, making you raise your eyebrows.

“Oh, really?” you asked, taking advantage of the situation. You were always curious about that dark lady in black. “She seems like a very cultured woman.”

“She is, stupid,” the puppet snapped at you. “She just didn't like her boring lessons. Are you boring too?”

“Me?” you said amused, pointing at yourself. “Well, I don't think so…”

“All teachers are boring… They give you homework…” the doll whispered with an amused tone.

“Well, not me, I prefer that the children enjoy their free time, if they have it,” you explained, crossing your arms, not the least bit scared by the doll's presence.

“Oooh,” Angie hummed, staring at you. “So you're not boring? Do you like to play?”

“The truth is that playing is how children learn best,” you said, tilting your head.

“Oh, oh, then play with me, silly,” Angie said excitedly, tugging at your dress. “Or are you lying to me and you're boring?”

“Mm, what do you want to play?” you asked amused.

Playing with a living doll… Well, that wasn't how you expected the day to go, but nostalgia and your maternal side prevailed over the terrifying logic.

“Hide and seek! I hide, you look for me,” the doll said, getting down from the desk with a sinister laugh. “Come on, silly, come on! The game has already started!”

You had a really fun time, playing look for that doll, with a smile on your face for seeing one of your childhood dreams come true, being able to play with dolls.

It seemed silly, it seemed like it really didn't matter, but for you it did, and a lot. Your family's poverty deprived you of those little fun moments, of having an inanimate companion who was always with you.

“Where are you?” you asked, amused, bending down to look for the puppet under the desks after a while of humiliating defeats. “Hey, you're good...”

“Of course I am!” the doll shouted, giving away her position.

“There you are!” you said, crawling under a table but freezing before getting up.

A black dress appeared in front of you like a silent intruder, one you hadn't seen. Your blood stopped as you looked up and saw the owner of that doll standing in front of you; the dark lady, the doll maker, Donna Beneviento.

“Oh, um...” you stammered nervously, standing quickly and hitting your head on the table clumsily. “Ow! L-Lady Beneviento,” you sighed, getting up in the most dignified way possible, rubbing your bruised head.

The lady didn’t say anything, she simply looked at you through her black veil. She looked like a ghost, she barely moved. What you were sure of was that her eyes were fixed on you.

“H-Hello…” you stammered, your face flushed with embarrassment. “Um…”

“Donna, Donna!” the doll shrieked, coming out of her hiding place and approaching the lady, who picked her up in her arms. “I’ve been playing with that fool.”

“Yes, um… She snuck into the classroom and…” you explained nervously. You had never had a Lord close. Seeing her in the village wasn’t something common.

“I'm sorry, she bothered you,” a hoarse voice came from behind the black veil, a dark, melodic voice, one you had never heard before.

“Hey! I never bother, silly Donna!” the doll protested, fidgeting in her arms.

“Taci,” the lady whispered in a barely audible voice.

“She's right, Lady Beneviento, we've, we've been playing,” you explained nervously, with a fake smile that hid the trembling of your body.

It was true that no one in the village knew that mysterious woman well but you had heard rumors and none especially good.

You knew she was dangerous, that her mind was sick, that anyone who dared to enter her territory would disappear forever. You prayed that the Gods would have mercy, so that you wouldn't suffer punishment for your audacity.

“Playing?” she asked, moving to control the overexcited doll, who was laughing amusedly.

“Yes, well…” you said with a sigh, moving away from that uncomfortable proximity. “I'm used to play with my students.”

“Mm,” she murmured, nodding slowly.

“Um…” you said, looking with your eyes for something to get out of that situation. You were unable to tell if you were in danger, and that scared you. “I-I…”

The lady remained silent again, slowly turning around and walking towards the exit with an elegant step.

“It was funny, silly!” Angie shrieked, leaning over her owner’s shoulder and waving her arm in farewell. “Hey, hey! What’s your name?”

“(Y/N),” you said pleasantly, sighing in relief because apparently, the danger had passed.

“See you, (Y/N)!” the doll said, before disappearing irremediably from your sight.

“See you,” you said with a smile, calming yourself down.

It had been a different day at least, the routine was very reluctant to abandon you, but it returned as soon as you left the school, starting the way back to your humble cabin.

A hot bath, a bit of reading… It all seemed tedious and boring but for you it was reassuring, it was the sign that the Black Gods had taken pity on you one more day. Your solitude wasn’t uncomfortable, it was rather a refuge.

Being surrounded by children was a striking contrast to the eternal silence of your home but you liked that contradiction. You couldn't imagine living any other way.

The next day seemed normal, it seemed that the difference from the day before, that little adventure with the Angie doll would simply be an exception in your life, but when the time to say goodbye to your students came, you realized that it wasn't like that.

The puppet returned with its insatiable desire to play with you. As long as there was no trace of its owner, everything was fine. That woman gave you the creeps.

Your encounters with the lady in black were brief and silent. Oh, sure, those visits had slowly become a new part of your routine. Sometimes you even went out later to see if the doll would show up.

A strange change in your life, but one you were grateful for. At least you wouldn't be alone for so long. At least you could play with a doll, something you could never do when you were a child.

“Today we played riddles,” explained Angie when her nervous owner appeared to pick her up.

It seemed that this new routine was not exactly pleasant for Lady Beneviento, but little by little, you got used to her presence.

“Yes, we tried, at least, don't be offended, but your doll is quite tricky,” you commented amused, with a cautious smile.

“Mm,” the lady in black murmured.

Since the first day the doll appeared, you hadn't heard a word from the lady again, something that didn't surprise you, but that made you slightly uncomfortable.

“Well, I think I deserve a break…” you sighed after a particularly hectic day. “The kids have worn me out.”

“Angie too!” the doll added, to which you nodded.

“Yes, you too,” you said amused.

“It seems you're good at dealing with children,” the lady in black commented, making you blink in confusion.

The black veil prevented you from seeing her face, from knowing if it was really her who had spoken.

“Yes, well… I, I like being a teacher,” you said with a somewhat broken voice as you picked up your bag.

“I hate teachers,” the woman said in a low tone that made you shiver.

“Oh, why is that?” you asked, letting curiosity get the better of you.

Donna shrugged, leaving her doll in the ground.

“You always think you know everything, don't you? That a child is an idiot who has to spend half its life doing stupid calculations,” the lady said, making you frown.

“Oh, well… I… I try not to be like that,” you said with a fearful whisper, putting your bag on your shoulders. “I don't force them to try harder than they can.”

“Mm,” she murmured, with an elegant pose. “Do you also hit children who don’t do their homework on time?”

“What? Of course I don’t,” you said, horrified by that insinuation. “Excuse me, Lady Beneviento but… Don’t say such things about me. I would never dream of laying a hand on a child.”

“Mm,” she murmured again, with a vague nod.

“Did you have a teacher like that?” you asked without thinking, wanting to know more about the lady's aversion to your profession.

“Mr. Hill. My parents hired him as a personal tutor when I was little,” she explained, pushing away the doll, which was impatiently tugging at her black dress. “Angie…”

“A personal tutor? That’s quite a luxury,” you commented with a false smile.

“No,” she said dryly. “It was torture.”

“Oh, I… I'm sorry, I'm sorry to hear that, my lady,” you said kindly, with an understanding face. “I try to make them learn by playing, so no child thinks learning is boring, do you understand?”

“Mm, you're different then,” she whispered turning on her heels, ready to leave, much to your relief.

“If it's a compliment… Thank you,” you said, sighing, following her closely out of the school. “Anyway, I think I'll go back home… Dorian Gray is waiting for me…”

The lady stopped, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye as she took the doll in her arms.

“Dorian Gray?” she asked suddenly. “Do you like Oscar Wilde?”

“Can you even read, silly?” Angie asked amused. You couldn't help but laugh.

“Of course I can read, I love to do it,” you said, stopping your steps next to the lady in black, who seemed to be looking at you with interest. “Although to tell the truth I have read that book hundreds of times, but I always have to imagine the ending.”

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Donna asked curiously, stopping a few steps ahead.

“W-Well I… The, the truth is that the book I have is… It’s not full,” you explained embarrassed. “It belonged to my parents and… Well, it was torn and I never knew the ending.”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, Donna!” Angie interrupted. “You have that book at home!”

The lady sighed, trying to silence the doll.

“Mm, would you like to know the ending?” she asked, with a strange tremor in her hands.

You, confused, nodded.

“Come with me,” the lady whispered, turning again for you to follow her.

You walked in silence, crossing the forest, a part of the village that was completely unknown to you. Lady Beneviento's lands were dangerous and you knew it. Still, you were intrigued, following closely the black figure that apparently had not the slightest interest in you.

After walking for a while, the old estate rose before your eyes, with that imposing waterfall at its side.

Unwillingly, you wondered how long you could stay there, if you would ever return to your humble cabin. Rumors came back to your head; you knew that everyone who entered never left.

“Wait here,” the lady ordered you once inside the mansion, where your eyes were fixed on the cracks of the wood, on the darkness and sadness that emanated from that place.

“Wait here!” Angie shrieked, already on the floor, walking next to the lady.

You nodded slowly, looking around the room, stopping at the stairs, at that portrait hanging on the wall. It was a portrait of a really beautiful woman holding the irreverent Angie. The doll, that dress… It couldn't be anyone else, it was Donna, you were sure.

Why would such a beautiful woman cover herself? Why the black veil? Why is she so pretty? Stupid questions like that began to echo in your mind.

“Here,” the lady whispered, interrupting those ramblings and handing you a book that seemed new but at the same time old: The Portrait of Dorian Gray.

“Oh, wow, th-thank you, my lady, um, that's nice,” you said smiling and taking the book in your hands. “It wasn't necessary…”

“Think of it as compensation for distracting Angie,” she whispered, clasping her hands in front of her body.

“I don't need any compensation,” you said with a sincere smile. “I always wanted to play with dolls,” you said without thinking too much, letting yourself be carried away by those perfect pages, so different from your worn-out books.

When you realized, you looked up, your cheeks flushed by the childish and simple way in which that statement of your most private feelings was stated.

A strange laugh came out from the black veil, a shy and funny laugh that immediately caught your attention.

“Aren’t you old to play with dolls?” the lady asked amused, to which you scratched the back of your neck confused, thinking how to fix that mess.

“Yes, well…” you murmured. “I, the truth is that I could never do it.”

“Why?” she asked abruptly, something that even startled you.

“My, my parents never had money to buy me a doll,” you said with a sincere voice, closing the book and putting it under your arm, remembering difficult times. “We were quite poor.”

“Mm, I understand,” she said nodding slightly, with that same elegant pose.

“Yes, I… Um, well, it will be, it will be better if I go back home and…” you said, turning around and suddenly getting scared by a terrible thunder that shook the walls of the old mansion.

“What a scare, silly!” Angie mocked, laughing outrageously while you looked out the window at how the sky seemed furious, throwing a terrible curtain of water against the ground.

“Oh, wow…” you sighed angrily at having to walk in the rain. “Well, I hope I don't get too wet.”

“Wait,” the lady interrupted, roughly grabbing your wrist “Don't be stupid, if you go out now you'll ruin my book,” she said with a growl

“Yes, it's true, I…” you murmured nervously. “Um, I…”

“Stop babbling and come with me,” Donna told you, gesturing with her head for you to follow her. “I hope you like tea.”

“Tea? Oh, yes of course,” you said nodding with a polite smile, accompanying the lady in black.

The last thing you expected was to be having tea in silence with a Lord, with that Lord. The sound of the rain hit the windows as if it were inducing a conversation that took a long time to exist.

That was the first day of many more, of more visits to the Beneviento estate, to silent conversations, books, smiles…

It was an unspoken pact, visits that you made automatically, that she made automatically. Little by little, that cold relationship warmed up, turning into a close one, a strange one but one that you found pleasant.

Donna wasn’t like the rumors said. She was a dark woman, yes, disturbed but… She was a kind woman in her own way, polite, curious and terribly intelligent. That little friendship grew thanks to your moments of fun with Angie, thanks to Dorian Gray and that storm.

The visits were more and more frequent, your stays were longer and longer, even one night, one in which time seemed to pass faster than usual, you stayed to have dinner with her, she invited you to try her cooking, which was terribly good for a fearful Lord.

“Just for that he deserved to pass,” you commented amused, telling one of your hundreds of anecdotes with your students.

“Planet Miranda? It seems very bold,” the lady in black said, sipping discreetly from her wine glass. “Miranda is a Uranus’ moon, not a planet.”

“Yes, I know, that's why it's funny,” you said, looking down so as not to see directly the part of her face she uncovered. “The boy thought that if Mother Miranda was so powerful, she deserved a higher status than a simple moon.”

“I see,” she murmured, leaning back in her chair. “Children are amazing, aren't they?”

“Of course,” you said nodding, wiping yourself with a napkin. “They have an enviable imagination.”

“Mm,” the lady gestured, looking down. “My sister used to say that the stars were the Black Gods’ eyes, that you couldn't do anything wrong without their light giving you away.”

“Oh, I didn't know you had a…” you said frowning.

“She's dead,” Donna snapped, her voice harsh, slamming a tightly clenched fist on the table, forcing you to look down again.

“Oh, I'm, I'm sorry,” you said in a soft tone, regretting your words. “I didn't know.”

“It's not your fault,” she said, sighing, trying to reassure herself. “I hope dinner was to your liking.”

“Yes, it was delicious, my lady,” you said, glad to have changed the subject before her nerves, her problems, forced you to leave early. “I didn't know you could cook that well.”

“My mother taught me,” the lady commented, finishing her glass of wine. “She's dead too.”

“I'm, I'm sorry, my lady,” you said nervously, trying to get up, something that surprised your hostess. “I'd better get back home.”

“Are you leaving now? Don’t...? Don't you want to stay a bit longer?” she asked, abruptly getting up from the table, with an inquisitive tone.

“Stay, silly!” Angie demanded. “Let's play!”

“I would love to, Angie, but I have to go… Tomorrow is a school day,” you said in a kind tone, walking through the mansion towards your coat.

“Wait, please,” Donna said, approaching slowly with a voice that sounded almost desperate.

You didn't want to leave but it was true that you had to get up early. Her warm hand on your wrist made you stop dead and tremble. Your feelings had long been confused, feelings towards Donna Beneviento.

“My lady…” you sighed, letting yourself be caressed by that soft hand, letting your body turn with her grip.

“I have, I have something for you,” she murmured, motioning for Angie to bring something, something incredible.

The puppet appeared, jumping with what looked like a porcelain doll in her arms, a doll that Angie handed to the lady, who handed it to you.

“What…?” you asked, looking at that beautiful doll, the details of its clothes and the miniature book it was holding. “Wow…”

“It's you,” Donna said, pointing at the hair of the doll, which was identical to yours. “Y-You told me you'd never had a doll so…”

“Is it for me? Really?” you said excitedly, to which the lady nodded with that same shy laugh. “Oh, thank you, thank you…” you whispered, jumping on the floor and throwing yourself into Donna's arms, hugging her carelessly.

“Lasciami, lasciami,” the doll maker protested, pushing you away from her.

You obeyed smiling, nervous about what you had just done, even regretful.

“I'm sorry, I got emotional, my lady,” you said in an apologetic tone while she put on the veil that you messed up.

“Donna,” she said dryly.

“Donna,” you repeated bowing slightly, holding the doll firmly.

There was a moment of silence, one in which your breathing was dangerously agitated for no apparent reason.

“Ahem,” Donna was the one who interrupted that moment, that intense look between the two of you. “W-Well... Um... Did you like the end of the book?”

“Oh, the book, yes, yes of course,” you said nervously, looking unintentionally at the portrait on the wall, one that you always looked at, one you had been fantasizing about for some time. “It's a…Terrifying story....”

“What are you looking at?” she asked, apparently annoyed by your indiscreet gaze. “Do you think I'm like Dorian Gray?”

“No, no, I'm sorry, I just…” you said, apologizing, stepping back when the lady walked slowly towards you. “Besides, that portrait is beautiful and…”

“I'm afraid that reality differs from that book, (Y/N),” the lady whispered nervously, playing with her hands. “The monster doesn't reside in the painting, but in me.”

“But, but…” you stammered. “I don't think you're a monster, Donna.”

“That's because you haven't seen my face,” she said with a sad voice. “I didn't make a pact with the devil, but I have paid the consequences.”

“I, I would like to see it,” you said without thinking, undoubtedly attracted by this mysterious lady, putting your feelings in order, confessing to yourself that you liked her, that you felt something more than friendship, a truth that you had been hopelessly struggling with for some time.

“You wouldn't like it,” she said, lowering her head, tightly squeezing her hands together. “You would never want to come here again.”

“Wait, silly, I'll help you!” Angie interrupted, comically climbing up her owner and snatching the veil from her face, making her gasp nervously.

“Angie!” Donna shrieked furiously, turning around and trying to catch the puppet, without success. “Basta, Angie!”

You approached slowly, putting a hand on the shoulder of the woman with newly discovered black hair.

“Don't come closer,” she said, pulling away abruptly. “Don't look at me!”

“Donna, wait,” you said softly, moving away the hands that nervously covered her face, discovering her bright eye, the resemblance to the portrait, the injustice of that painting with her unmatched beauty.

A horrible scar occupied the right side of her face, but that wasn’t enough reason to turn away, to stop seeing that mysterious woman as the most beautiful woman you had ever met.

“Don’t… Don't look at me,” the lady sobbed, breaking away from your grip. “Per favore…”

“I couldn't stop looking at you,” you sighed, automatically bringing a hand to her cheek, letting your body act on its own, letting your heart recognize the love you felt for her, an unexpected, but inevitable love.

“(Y/N), I…” the doll maker murmured calmer due to your caresses. “I-I understand you're going to leave, that you're never coming back, but, but I want you to know that... That your caresses feel very... Very good,” she said, distracted by your fingers on her skin, as if she really was so nervous that she didn't know what to say.

You smiled tenderly, making real eye contact for the first time, with the sparkle in her eye matching yours.

“I like to caress you…” you whispered, getting closer and closer, letting a strange atmosphere envelop you before closing your eyes, getting even closer and brushing your lips against hers, which parted in surprise.

“I'd like to kiss you,” Donna whispered, with a marked accent, with her hands traveling to your waist. There were no dolls, there was no mansion. There was only Donna and you.

“I wish you would,” you whispered, finally placing your lips on hers, kissing the lady slowly, letting yourself be carried away by the sensation of her soft lips against yours in a slow, chaste and pure kiss.

The kiss lasted in time, remained almost frozen. The subtle movements of her lips caressed you, tickled your skin. There were no words, only silence interrupted by the slow and wet sound of those exploratory, curious and warm kisses.

Your heads turned, leaned, played at capturing your lips while your hand passed through her skin, through her hair. It was a shy and silent dance but... It was the best of your life.

The glances returned before your closed eyes again, eager for more kisses, for more caresses.

“Ugh, finally!” Angie shouted, interrupting the kiss that seemed infinite, making you separate slowly, without stopping to look at each other. “The tension was going to kill me.”

That was the first time you saw her beautiful smile, her lips curved upwards, her intense, seductive gaze… There was no doubt, you were madly in love with Donna Beneviento and, incredibly, she seemed to feel the same.

“(Y/N)… I…” she murmured, with a distracted look, pulling you even closer to her, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “Sono pazza di te”

“If, if that means you love me I… Donna, I… Me too,” you murmured, not resisting the temptation to kiss her, to feel those lips caressing yours again, exploring every inch of her skin, without fear, without knowing who she was or what could happen to you.

She wasn’t a Lord. She wasn’t a dangerous woman… She was Donna, simply Donna.

“This, this may seem old-fashioned to you but…” the lady said, moving away from your increasingly intense, wilder kisses. “I, I would like you to be… To be my girlfriend.”

“Donna,” you said with a wide smile, lifting her chin which the lady lowered in embarrassment. “Yes, I want to be…”

And so, after a while being something more than friends, something more than clueless lovers, your relationship began.

It wasn’t a relationship like the ones you had before. It had nothing to do with stupid, uneducated girls. No, Donna was very different from any past experience. She was tender, sweet, affectionate… Quite the opposite of the rumors.

Her shyness contrasted with the fear she generated in the villagers, but you found her adorable. Her kisses were tireless, the words, the whispers of love always bathed your ears, you couldn't escape them, but you couldn't do it either.

The moments, the dinners at the mansion were the best part of your life. The worst, without a doubt, was the moment of returning to your lonely and dark cabin.

Donna was a Lord, an unquestionable authority in the village. Everyone feared her, your students feared and respected her, the villagers trembled just by hearing her name. You, in some way, were also respected. You were the village teacher, the one who molded those little minds, the one who filled them with knowledge.

You were never a fan of unpleasant rumors, of the whispered comments of mothers during mass. That, together with an irrational fear of being discovered, made Donna and you hide your relationship, reducing it to brief moments, to discreet nocturnal escapades.

At first that was enough for both of you. Your love grew even in those brief moments, it didn’t fade. It remained strong and deep. Over time, that situation stopped being pleasant.

It stopped being an escape of your routine to become a small torture, a small taste of paradise that, every night, disappeared with the cruel sound of the clock.

“Hey, I'm not done,” you joked, settling on Donna's chest while you read together, after one of the endless romantic dinners she prepared for you.

“I'm sorry, tesoro,” the lady apologized, kissing your hair tenderly, turning to the previous page. “That’s my favorite part.”

“Mm, then you've already read it,” you said with a frown, looking up, wishing that her beautiful eye would match yours and that her smile would illuminate your darkness again.

“Maybe I did,” she said amused, moving your face to bring it closer to hers, to kiss you softly, a kiss that you didn't want to let go, that you kept until she had no choice but to let the book go so she could caress you.

“I love your kisses...” you whispered, running away from her affection in a playful way, running away from the shy laugh that came from her lips. “Donna…”

The clock, which had become your worst enemy, interrupted that endless session of kisses and caresses, making you slowly get up.

“I'm, I'm sorry, Donna, but it's late, I have to go,” you said with a sad look, kissing the back of her hand and getting up from the sofa.

“I hate it…” she hissed, with a dark look, pulling her hand away from yours abruptly. “I hate when you're leaving…”

“Oh, my love… I'm sorry, but it's just that…” you said, embarrassed by your haste, while you put on your coat. “It's, it's complicated.”

“Yes, it seems that way…” she whispered, shaking her head. “Will you come back?”

“Of course I'll come back, my love…” you said with a sincere smile, calming with a caress the trembling of her hands, one that was becoming more and more frequent when you left. “Donna, calm down…”

“One day you won't and… You'll kill me…” she whispered nervously, breathing with difficulty. “You, you won't come back…”

“Hey, shhh, my love… Breathe, calm down… Don’t, don't do that,” you said nervously, holding her wrists, which were going straight to pull her hair. “A-Angie…”

“I'm coming!” the doll said, suddenly jumping onto the sofa and calming the lady, who was moving around with a lost look. “Hey, Donna, let her go, she has to go.”

“No, no, no…” the lady repeated, grabbing your wrists, digging her nails painfully into your skin. “Don't leave me…”

“Shhh, Donna, I'm not going to leave you,” you said softly, breaking free from her grip. “Honey… My love…”

“Leave now, (Y/N), I'll take care of this,” Angie said, pointing to the door with her hand. “Donna, silly Donna, look at me, look at me.”

With your heart wounded, you finally left the mansion. The situation was certainly starting to get too complicated. The brunette's crises were getting more intense, more dangerous. Her fear of losing you was growing little by little with each night you left. You would have to rethink many things...

“Have you read it yet, Katia?” you asked the next day, in one of your classes, receiving the book from a girl. “It's a complicated read.”

“Yes,” the girl said smiling. “But it's very sad.”

“Mm, well, Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy,” you commented, putting the book away in a drawer. “I'm sure you have many questions.”

“I don't understand why they couldn't be together,” the curious girl said, making you pay attention to her. “Okay, the families hated each other but... It's just that if they could have been together they wouldn't have died...”

“Yes, you're right,” you said amused, crossing your arms.

“You know what, Miss? If someone loved me as much as Romeo, I wouldn't care what they said,” the girl commented, making you raise your eyebrows. “Love is the most important thing of all, isn't it?”

That innocent phrase from such a little girl penetrated your mind intensely, making you remember each of the moments you spent with Donna, each of her kisses, her words of love.

That girl was right. Love was the only thing that mattered. Donna's crises were getting worse and her anxiety was unbearable for her. There was no point in making her suffer, making her believe that you wanted to abandon her every night because of what the villagers would say.

Let them say whatever they wanted. You loved each other and that was what was really important, besides, who would dare to question a Lord?

“Katia, you've made me think,” you said nodding, slowly getting up. “Children! Class is over now!”

Of course, your students responded to your words with shouts of joy, as they left the classroom with you.

Visiting your girlfriend during the day was a refreshing novelty. You wanted to tell her so many things, to apologize for the fear of being discovered, to tell her that you would like to love her every day, every hour…

“Donna?” you asked as you entered the dark mansion, looking for the lady with a smile, while you bit your lip. “Honey, it's me…”

“What are you doing here at this hour?” Angie asked, appearing in the hallway.

“Oh, hi,” you said bending down to affectionately caress the doll, who laughed amusedly. “I've come to see Donna, I have to talk to her, where is she?”

“Donna? Oh, well…” the puppet murmured, with an exaggerated thoughtful look. “She's in the workshop, working on her dolls.”

“How is she?” you asked in a lower tone. “Were you able to deal with her… Crisis?”

“Sure, that's a piece of cake for me,” Angie said, proudly. “Do you want me to take you to her?”

“Wait, wait, on second thought… Donna concentrates a lot when she works, doesn't she?” you said, with a new idea in your mind.

“Oh, yes…” the doll murmured amused. “There could be an earthquake and she wouldn't notice.”

“Mm,” you murmured thoughtfully. “I have an idea, but I need your help.”

“My help? Do I look like I want to help you?” Angie mocked, with her hands comically on her hips.

“I don't know, do you want to help me?” you asked curiously, searching your head for the best way to execute your plan.

“That depends, silly…” Angie said, acting interesting. “It depends on how much you want to play with me.”

“I'll play with you as always, Angie,” you said amused. “Even more if you help me.”

“Oh, hide-and-seek marathon?” the puppet asked, jumping for joy. “I warn you that I never get tired.”

“I already know that, but you have to help me,” you said satisfied with the answer. “I thought that since Donna is busy with her dolls… Well, I could prepare a surprise dinner for her, what do you think?”

“Do you even know how to cook?” she asked in a mocking tone.

You rolled your eyes, motioning for her to lower her voice.

“Of course I know, and very well, in fact,” you said proudly. “Do you think Donna will like the surprise?”

“Why don't you ask her?”

“Because it's… A surprise,” you whispered, laughing, with a tender look.

“Of course, it's true…” Angie sighed. “Silly cheesy girl…”

“Will you help me?” you asked, clasping your hands together with a pleading look.

“Mm… Okay,” the doll finally said, walking away from you.

“That easy?” you asked, confused by the puppet's receptive attitude.

“No, no, not easy at all…” she mocked. “It's your turn to count, silly! The game begins!”

“But, but…” you said, stammering. “I have a lot of things to do and…”

“Oh, rejection, huh?” Angie mocked, approaching a hallway. “Donna, the silly has come and says that…!”

You ran towards her nervously.

“Shh, hey, shut up,” you said, kicking the ground in protest. “Don't shout.”

“Then play, silly teacher… My help has a price,” the doll demanded of you, with a petulant pose.

“Okay…” you sighed, defeated.

You couldn't say how many hours you spent playing with the doll. It was true that you enjoyed spending time with Angie, that the feeling of childhood was rekindled when you laughed and played with her, but on that occasion your eyes always went to the clock, unlike on your other visits.

Luckily, Angie seemed to take pity on you, finally guiding you to the kitchen, where you began to prepare that surprise discreetly. The kitchen was in the basement and that was risky, you didn't know if Donna would show up.

Angie kept her end of the deal, leaving you alone to distract her owner from the aroma that started to come from the old kitchen.

“The candles…” you said when you were finally finished, placing everything perfectly on the table, waiting for the lady to appear. “There, what do you think?”

“Cheesy…” Angie murmured, staring mesmerized at the flame you lit.

“Well, then it's perfect,” you said winking at the doll, who shook her head with a tired grunt.

“Angie!” a furious scream came from the dark hallway, along with the hurried sound of heels on wood. Donna. “Angie, (Y/N) hasn't come, I told you she would leave me!” she shrieked furiously, walking towards the living room.

The lady entered quickly and after a furious gasp she looked up, seeing you standing by the table, with a tender smile.

“(Y/N)…” the brunette sighed, blinking confused. “What are you…? What?”

“Hi, honey… Surprise,” you said amused, approaching the lady to kiss her quickly and gently push her by the waist. “Do you like it?”

“What is this?” she asked, shaking her head and gaping at you as you helped her sit down. “I-I thought you weren't coming…”

“I've actually been here since this afternoon,” you said amused. “I was going to tell you but it occurred to me that it was much better to prepare a romantic surprise dinner for you…”

“A romantic dinner? For me?” the lady said smiling innocently, admiring every detail you put on the table. “Did you cook it?”

“Of course,” you said proudly, serving her a glass of wine. “I wanted to talk to you, Donna and, well, I took the opportunity to give you a surprise.”

“This is wonderful, (Y/N)… Gods… I love you,” she said, excited like you had never seen her before. “Um, what…? What do you want to talk about?”

“Shhh, let's have dinner first, it's going to get cold…” you sighed romantically, winking at her.

It didn't matter how many times you had dinner with her, each one was different, terribly romantic, but that night… That night there was something different in the atmosphere, something you wanted to tell her, something important.

“It was delicious, amore mio…” the lady sighed, wiping herself with a napkin, without letting your hand go. “It was an incredible surprise.”

“Thank you, darling,” you said pleased, caressing her hand, staring at her with your gaze. “Donna, I have something to tell you.”

“Oh, yes, certo… T-Tell me what you wanted to talk about, tesoro,” she said visibly nervous because of the apparent seriousness of your words.

“I've been thinking and… Well, I wanted to tell you that it hurts me too to leave,” you said stammering unintentionally, playing with your glass of wine. “I enjoy being with you very much, I love you and… And I think I've been stupid.”

“You're not stupid. I'm the one who has to apologize. You see, it's just that… I've never been in love and… Well, I'm afraid of losing you, that's why it hurts me so much when you're leaving.”

“I know,” you said in an understanding tone.

“I behaved terribly with you yesterday, I scared you and I'm sorry,” she said, head down, playing with her sweaty hands. “I understand that you have your reasons for wanting to hide what we have.”

“No, listen to me Donna, that's precisely what I want to tell you, I...” you whispered, fixing her gaze again, interrupting her absurd apologies. “I don't want to be vulgar but... Screw the rumors.”

Donna was surprised by your comment and laughed tenderly but confusedly.

“What do you mean, tesoro?”

“Well, I mean... I don't care what they say, I want to spend a lot more time with you and, I don't know, I could, I could even stay one night to sleep and...”

“Or every night,” she said, interrupting you with a cold look, blinking erratically.

“Well, I...” you stammered, surprised by the proposal, one for which you already had an answer.

“Come, I want to dance,” she said, excited, standing up and gently taking your hand.

“Oh, how chivalrous,” you said blushing, letting yourself be carried away by her grip. She smiled, kissing you slowly and pulling you towards the middle of the room.

“I can't be any other way, tesoro... You drive me crazy...” the lady whispered, gently grabbing your waist. “Angie, put on some music, will you?”

The doll obeyed grumbling, and your bodies began to dance to the sound of a soft and romantic melody.

Your smiles were sincere. Your eyes were full of love. For the first time your eyes forgot about the time, about the clock, they only looked at hers, your hands were not hurried, but slowly enjoyed her caresses, the romantic dance of your bodies together, a dance that you didn't want to end.

That damn clock struck the hour, forcing you to slowly separate. The music had stopped playing for a while.

“I-I guess you'll have to go,” Donna whispered, playing with your hands, her eye sad.

“No, not tonight, my love… Tonight I want… I want to stay with you,” you whispered, kissing her cheek. “If it's okay with you…”

“Do you want to sleep with me? I mean, do you want to stay with me tonight? In my bed?” she asked nervously, trying to control her language.

“Yes,” you said seductively, taking her hand. “Lead me, darling…”

Slowly, silently, you went down to the bedroom with the lady in black who, apparently, seemed nervous. You could understand why, but you didn't want to ask her.

“It looks comfortable,” you said, pointing at the bed, making the trembling brunette look at the piece of furniture out of the corner of her eye.

“Oh yes, it is, it is comfortable,” Donna said confused as you sat down, hitting the mattress with your hand. “Um, (Y/N)…” she said without looking at you, sitting next to you. “I, I…”

“What's wrong, my love? You're shaking,” you said with a soft voice, fixing her hair and guiding her face so she looked at you.

“I, I would like… I would like… Oh, cazzo…” she stammered, bringing her hand to her eye, embarrassed by the clumsiness of her words. “(Y/N), I…”

“Do you want to make love, darling?” you asked with a seductive voice, already an expert in interpreting her gestures. “I would love to…”

“Yes,” she said with a slight movement of her head. “But I…I have never, never…”

“Shhh, that doesn't matter, Donna…” you said, taking her hands, calming her trembling with your caresses. “If that's what you want…”

“Yes, it's what I want,” the lady said, as if she was forcing herself to recognize that desire, the one that had never run through your bodies during your short visits.

“Then lie down, my Donna…” you whispered, pushing the lady against the mattress as you climbed up her body.

The kisses changed. Your body danced on top of hers as you refused to leave her lips. Her hands soon joined those rhythmic and trembling movements. The sighs came from her lips, impregnating yours with a repressed and fearful desire that deepened the kisses, the caresses...

“Donna...” you whispered as you changed your target, kissing her neck softly but intensely, engraving your teeth on her skin while your hand went down her chest, tracing the perfect shape of her clothed body.

“(Y/N), I, I love you,” she said, unsure, watching how your hands enjoyed the softness of her skin, how your impatient fingers untied one by one the buttons of her dress under her fearful gaze.

“Me too, my love...” you whispered, sinking back into her lips, distracting the brunette's worries with your insatiable kisses, with the wet contact of your tongue on hers while your indecent hand ran over her chest, removing the horrible black fabric that hid her beauty.

Her hands were chaste, respectful, content to caress your face, your back, not wanting to desecrate what was sacred to her, not wanting to become a hot mess, like you already were.

The sleeves disappeared from her arms at the same time as your dress slid off your shoulders. Her bare skin reacted to the caresses of your fingers as your palms brushed against her covered breasts.

The dance of your bodies continued slowly, your ardent hips swinging, causing confused gasps from the lady, satisfied moans from your lips, which refused to leave hers.

Finally the softness of her hands reached your chest, the fear of touching you disappeared with each caress on your body, with each response from your eager skin. Her eye was fixed on each part you discovered, on your breasts uncovered with a quick movement, just like hers.

The skin-to-skin contact was increasingly intense. The clothes stopped being a barrier. They slowly disappeared among kisses, whispers and caresses. The brunette's nails ran down your back while your lips went down her neck, down her collarbone, kissing every inch of pale skin in their path.

She panted nervously, but also excited by your movements, you could feel the erratic dance of her hips demanding more contact with yours, an obscene and hot contact that increased more and more.

Your mouth continued its sinful journey. Your hands played with the black skirt, moving it out of your way while you caressed her legs, while you dug your nails into her skin and your lips slowly sucked one of her nipples.

Donna moaned for the first time, pleased by that gentle treatment, by those sweet lips that rested on that intimate place. You smiled without stopping to adore her body, going down a little more, just a little more.

The clothes disappeared completely and on top of the bed there were only two naked bodies dancing tirelessly, wet and hot. The gasps and moans pushed away the whispers, the glances.

Your fingers went down her belly, caressing the wetness of her folds, causing a strong tug on your hair.

“You are perfect, Donna,” you said as you slowly stimulated her clit while playing with the wetness you had caused. She was unique, so perfect, so beautiful…

“(Y/N)…” she moaned, when the circles of your fingers intensified, when your laughter was muffled in contact with the skin of her lower belly and the kisses became tireless sinners, kissing her wetness, joining your tongue to the movement of your naughty fingers.

Donna moaned, surely blushing, embarrassed by what you were doing to the most private parts of her body. You simply enjoyed her wetness, the taste of her arousal, licking, going over every inch of her sex in a calm, quiet, but intense way.

Your fingers stopped playing, moving closer to her entrance, surrounding it while your tongue played tirelessly, kissing everything it could, getting more and more moans from the brunette, who seemed to let herself go.

“Perfect…” you whispered before pulling away with one last wet kiss, going up to her lips, letting her moan in embarrassment as she tasted herself on yours while the tips of your fingers began their feat.

“Tesoro,” the brunette moaned, scratching your back as she felt you enter her, how your fingers made their way between her wet walls, how her hips moved uncontrollably, motivated by the contact. “It so… So good…”

Your body moved envious of the lady's pleasure, your kisses bit absorbing her skin while your fingers continued, taking away Donna's shame, making her enjoy in an increasingly scandalous way. The screams were not long in coming, her body tensing without warning, wetting your fingers even more, feeling her tighten around them in a sudden and embarrassing orgasm.

None of that mattered to you, only the pleasure, the pleasure of your bodies dancing together and naked with the friction of the wetness you caused, stimulating your own desire.

Donna wasn’t stupid. She knew what she was doing. Following your instructions she managed to take you to the top of paradise. There was no clumsiness, only safety, only desire, only a wet mix of moans, obscene kisses and continuous rubbing.

“(Y/N),” she murmured, exhausted, letting herself fall completely on the bed, caressing your head, which now resided on her chest.

You looked at her with a grateful smile for that unmatched passion and closed your eyes.

“Mm?” you murmured, comfortable in her embrace, sleepy.

“I want, I want you to live with me… I want you to never leave again…” she said with a broken voice, her grip on your hair increasing in strength.

“Mm, I think it's not such a bad idea…”

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Summary: You've been hired by SM Entertainment to take photos for NCT Dream's Candy album. But when Jisung is having some trouble delivering quality looks for the photos, you have to intervene and help the idol show his true face.

Warnings: !TopReader, !BottomJisung, Protected Sex, Dry Humping, Pet names

Wordcount: 3.2k

Requested from: @acidangel-fromasia

As a photographer in the industry, you’ve had to take many pictures for several people. All shapes, sizes, colors, orientations, it doesn’t matter as long as you get to hold a camera and make bank while doing it. But when you’re approached by an idol who can’t get over their camera shyness, it’s your job to help them get over it to deliver the best photos possible.

You arrived on the set that you were assigned by your company. Another SM boy group to deal with–they’re always such a handful… A colleague had to deal with almost 20 of them at the same time. Just thinking about it could give you a headache.

“Good Morning, y/n.” Someone walked up to you with coffee in a carrier.

You looked them up and down before accepting one of the coffees offered to you. “Who are you?” You asked while taking a slow sip of your new iced americano.

The younger man looked nervously at you, “I’m NCT Dream’s Manager, I’ll be working with you–”

You interrupted his mumbling, “That’s fantastic. It’s a pleasure to work with you and your group.” You were already irritated enough, you hated it more when people acted scared of you. You’re not a bad person or something!?

You went into the back room to put your supplies down and relax for a few moments while your camera crew was getting set up. Three women walked into the room shortly after, whispering to each other.

“Did you hear about the photographer we got this time? The company must hate us or something…” A woman in a green sweater said as she set down her bag and started unpacking makeup onto the table in the room.

“Yeah! I heard this guy is called the Devil’s Photographer. He’s crazy good with a camera, but he’s a nightmare to work with.” The next woman chimed, setting hair styling tools down.

The last of the three women, a very young and fresh face, just started at you through the mirror on the vanity desk. “Um… I don’t think this is nice to say.”

The other two women scoffed. “Well, aren’t you a suck-up? Maybe the lead photographer will give you selfie tips.”

You tried to sink into the seat you had in the corner of the room, wanting to stay out of their gossip. You turned your attention back to your phone with the emails explaining the people you’d be working with today.

“NCT DREAM (엔씨티 DREAM) is the 3rd sub-unit of the boy group NCT. The sub-unit consists of 7 members: Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Chenle, Jaemin and Jisung…” The email continued to explain their physical attributes as well as including prior photos of them so you could recognize them and begin analyzing their faces for good angles. One of them caught your eye, but not exactly for good reasons… He just looked so awkward in some of these photos, like he was scared of the lens. You hoped this kid was just having an off day and would behave so you could go home sooner than planned.

The set was made to the client company’s preferences you briefed your team about the theme and intention of the photo shoot. You heard the main doors to the studio open and turned to see seven handsome men walking into the studio, politely greeting the staff as they passed by and some flashing a smile. You followed them to the back room where their outfits, hair, and makeup stylists had finished getting prepared. When you stepped in, the room fell silent and everyone stared at you. You sipped your drink and cleared your throat.

“Hello, boys. I’m y/n, I’ll be your lead photographer today. I’ve been told what’s the intention of the photo shoot, but I would also appreciate your feedback when taking shots to make these better. Let’s work together on this.”

They were all very polite as they did their introduction, one at a time, to you. You took the time to start thinking about shots and how to capture their charms. Jeno and Jaemin seemed to stand out because of their muscular frames. Renjun and Chenle were both cute and refreshing, sort of like children. Haechan and Mark presented a level of professionalism, but also some mischief too. The last was the youngest, Jisung, who shyly shook your hand loosely which made your barely trying handshake look like a death grip in comparison.

“I’ll leave you to get dressed, please come right out and we’ll get started.” You announced.

The boys cheered and agreed in their way before they sat down in their seats, waiting for their turn in the styling chairs. After twenty minutes, they emerged from the dressing room and started to get to work.

As the lead photographer, you didn’t have to hold the camera and you focused mostly on telling the other photographers on your team what you wanted from them. And everything was going super smoothly. There were duo pictures, group pictures, a tri pictures, but the issues started when the solo photos began.

The other 6 were fine, but the youngest seemed to have trouble keeping his composure in front of the camera. Every photo the junior photographer took was just… off. You couldn’t verbalize it for them to see, but you could see that Jisung wasn’t comfortable in front of the camera. The other members tried to cheer him on, in an attempt to make him feel confident. But it was only making more noise on your set, irritating you further.

“Okay, hand over the camera. I’ll take his photos.” You stood from your chair and walked over to the scene. The rest of your staff stood a fair distance away from you but wanted to watch you work. Most of your staff are students in college doing an internship, so they want to learn from the best, but you hate it when people hover over you while you work.

Jisung was seated on the floor next to a bed, and large gift boxes, wearing warm and cozy clothes. You could tell he was intimidated by you, everyone always made the same face, an awkward smile and barely being able to look at you for longer than a second.

“Jisung, right?” You spoke to him, attempting to be kind.

He nodded.

“You’re the last person for photos today, let’s not drag this out. Once we’re done, then you can go home. Otherwise, it's overtime for the both of us.” Your throat got dry at the mention of overtime…

“Sorry. I’m just a little…” His voice trailed off.

You pointed the camera at his face. “A little what? Camera shy? Aren’t you a pro idol by now?”

He plastered a fake smile on. “Y-Yes, I am. It just–”

You groaned seeing his expression. You couldn’t even bring yourself to take the picture. “Jisung, please tell me what’s wrong. If there’s anything I can do to make it easier for the both of us to get through this, I’ll make it happen.”

Jisung’s face turned pink, starting from his ears and traveling to his cheeks. “I-I think you’re very handsome.”

“So I’m the distraction?” You sounded more irritated than you meant, but how could this guy say something like that? You stood up and called one of your staff to continue working on pictures. “He’s not leaving until I review all his pictures. I don’t care if I have to stay all night with him.” You stormed off into the dressing room, to avoid being a “distraction” to the idol. Taking a seat on the couch, you waited for your crew to call you back in to review the photos. But time went by… ten minutes, twenty, thirty, then an hour passed.

You opened your eyes. The room was dark, but you could tell you were still in the dressing room. You stood up, dizzy from your nap, and the motion sensor turned the lights back on. Taking a moment to get used to the light again, you slowly realized the dressing room was clean. All the supplies from the stylists were gone. And not a soul in sight…

“Those bastards left me here…” You muttered.

You walked out of the dressing room to see the set with the lights still on. Your crew was gone except for one of your interns. He looked stressed going through the photos.

“Hey! What’s the idea of leaving me in there?” You shouted.

The intern almost jumped out of his skin. “S-Sir! I didn’t know you were awake yet.” The intern looked nervously between you and the monitor. “I… haven’t gotten any decent photos yet.”

You pinched your nose as you shuffled through the photos. They somehow got even worse after you’d left.

“Jisung is still here if you’d like to take another crack at it…” The intern pointed into the set, and you saw Jisung lying on the bed. Asleep.

You looked at the young college student. “Go ahead and get out of here. Go study or drink, or whatever you do at this hour.”

The intern didn’t hesitate to bolt for the door as you made your way into the set house. Jisung was sleeping soundly on the bed, softly snoring.

“Jisung.” You called.

He rolled over, turning away from you.

You moved closer and sat on one side of the bed. You placed your hand on his shoulder and shook him. “Jisung, please wake up. We need to finish work.”

Jisung rolled into you, putting some of his weight on you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you into him.

“Jisung…” You whispered it this time, almost feeling bad for him. He looked genuinely comfortable in that moment. You looked around and saw your camera on top of the gift box nearby, but you’d have to reach for it.

You leaned forward, away from the bed, trying to grab the strap on the camera. Jisung’s body slowly slid with you, which made him squeeze you tighter and groan in protest. You reached again, but only an inch separated you from the edge of the camera. Jisung’s body slid further. You had to use one hand to hold him up and the other to reach for the camera. You made one more desperate attempt to reach for it with a lunge. You managed to grab the camera but you slipped off the bed with Jisung tumbling after you. You held his head as the two of you fell. When you landed, you managed to cushion his landing and somehow he didn’t wake up. You laid him on the floor completely, moving one leg at a time, and positioned him. Just as you pointed your camera at him, he rolled over to face you and his eyes peeked open just as the shutter clicked.

“Y-Y/n, what’s going on?!” Jisung tried shifting but realized he couldn’t in his position. “Why are you over me like this?”

You didn’t consider how you were sitting until you thought about his question. You’d positioned Jisung on his back with one of his hands above his head and you were hovering over his waist, Jisung’s other hand was gripping your shirt and he wouldn’t let go while you’d moved him earlier.

You attempted to explain yourself, “Before you get any weird thoughts–” Jisung squirmed under you and you slipped, landing firmly on his pelvis. His hands reacted and jumped to your waist to catch you. You heard a soft moan escape his lips when you landed on him.

“Are you okay?” He asked, hands glued to your waist.

“I’m… fine.”

Jisung was turning more red by the second. “This is kinda weird, huh? I really didn’t mean to offend you earlier by the way. I didn’t mean that you’re handsome–well I did mean that, but I didn’t mean that you being handsome was a distraction or anything!” Jisung was nervous and stumbling through his words, speaking too fast for his tongue to handle.

You moved to get up. “It’s whatever.”

Jisung pulled you back down to his pelvis. “It’s not whatever! I really mean it! You’re so handsome, it was a little hard for me to focus on the camera… Knowing you’re watching me.”

You felt how sincere he was between your thighs. You gently pushed your legs together, getting another high-pitched moan from him. He covered his mouth like a child getting caught swearing. “Are you enjoying me sitting here?”

Jisung looked like he was going to explode. “Would you hate me if I said yes?”

You shook your head. “I think I found a way to get your photo just right.”

Jisung looked up at you, with big eyes. “O-Okay…”

You moved a hand down his chest, slowly and sensually. “If you can focus on me, and take these good pictures. I’ll give you a special treat. How’s that?” You winked as you reached and squeezed hard on his cock in his pants, earning a louder moan from him.

Jisung shuddered under your touch, his legs quivering and bucking into you in agreement. “Y-Yes. I can do that!”

Jisung let you climb off of him, and you made it as sexy as possible. “Now, with each good photo you give me, I’ll lose a button. If I run out of buttons, you win and can have your prize. Every time I have to scold you, I put on a button. If all of my buttons are on, then no prize and we go home.” You unbuttoned the first two buttons on your shirt.

Jisung watched you in awe. You point him into his first pose, his facial expression is perfect! You took off a button, and Jisung’s eyes grew wider as he got to see more of you.

“Oh, what a good boy! Taking such good pictures for me.” You cooed.

He started fanning himself and looking around the room, trying not to start overheating from looking at you. You took 5 more perfect shorts and your button-up was completely open, and falling off your shoulders.

Jisung got closer to you. “Did I pass? Do I get my treat?” His eyes were full of desire as he imagined licking you all over your torso.

You pushed him gently. “Nope, I still have one more button.” You pointed to the button on your pants.

Jisung’s eyes opened wide. “T-That one too!?”

You nodded. “Final button. Make it perfect for me, good boy.”

You took Jisung’s last photo, his eyes were looking at the camera but he was focused on your body behind it. Bending and moving beautifully to make sure you get the perfect shot, just for him…

“All done now, pretty boy.” You put your camera down. You walked past Jisung, and he followed you, as you went to the bed on the set. You patted the bed. “Come here.”

Jisung almost launched himself at the bed to get to you.

You crawled onto the bed and sat on your knees, exposing the last button. “Why don’t you do it?”

Jisung’s hands shot to your waist as he fiddled with your pants. You took the knit hat off his head and slid his jacket off him. You heard the button pop off your pants and hit the floor. You look down at Jisung who looks back at you.

“I’m so sorry, I was so excited that it just… came off.” Jisung apologized.

You sucked your teeth. “Now, I gotta get you back for that.”

You pushed Jisung onto his back on the bed and positioned yourself between his legs. You leaned over him and brought your face to his. Jisung’s hands slid down your sides and stopped at your ass. Slowly move your lips onto his, making sure he is okay with it. Jisung met you halfway and pushed his lips into yours, slipping in his tongue not long after. His hands explored, one going to your neck to hold you into his kiss and the other felt your chest as he grinded himself into you. He moaned into your mouth at the friction when you pushed your dick against his, the fabric rubbing just right.

You knew better than to just fuck him there on the set in clothes that aren’t his and mess up the set that’s not yours, but he was too cute not to do something. You rutted against him, pressing your bodies together. Even lifting Jisung’s legs onto your shoulders and pressing into him more.

Jisung pulled away from you. “Take your pants off,” he commanded.

You looked at him, taken aback by his order. “Are you sure?”

Jisung nodded furiously, “I have… stuff with me we can use.” He climbed out from under you and ran to the dressing room, returning with a white bottle.

“Why–”

“It’s for emergencies,” he explained.

You chuckled as the both of you took off your clothes. Jisung looked embarrassed being naked in front of you, but you kissed him to make him feel comfortable.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We could get in trouble for this…” You told him.

Jisung kissed you.

“Greedy boy,” You smiled and took him onto the bed again.

You moved to grab the bottle but Jisung dutifully took it and poured clear liquid onto his fingers. He pushed his fingers in and out of himself at a pace that made you moan softly as you stroked yourself, his fingers only half in, stretching himself for what was to come. He used his other hand to give you a condom.

You put it on and lubed it generously. You could tell your length wasn't a good comparison to his fingers, it was much bigger. You pushed into him, softly and watched his expression for anything concerning. But all Jisung could do was moan for you, with every inch.

“You sound so sexy for me, baby," you whispered, "You take my cock so well."

He bucked back into you, an adorable whine leaving his lips as you continued to praise him, his head dipping down at how overwhelmed he was feeling, gripping the sheets for dear life. “H-hmm! Y/n, I'm– Oh my god, I'm gonna cum!"

You stopped moving, “now that’s too soon. Just a little more, for me?” You kissed his shoulders and up his neck.

Whimpers, moans, grunts, and skin-slapping echoed in the studio. No one else to hear how sweet Jisung’s voice was but you. Your orgasm was so close and so was his, from the way he squeeze your cock.

Jisung cried for you, "A-Ah! Y/n, please–"

"Hm, alright, baby. Come for me."

And it was what he needed to make a mess all over the covers of the bed, spots of white painting the sheets. He felt your hot cum through the latex, his groans also confirming the feeling. After making sure to milk both your orgasms with a few more thrusts, you pulled out carefully.

Jisung looked at you, breathing heavily, “Was… Was I good?"

You stifled a small laugh and kissed him. You slipped off the condom and hugged Jisung. “You did amazing, my pretty boy.”

Jisung called. “Y/n?”

You hummed in response to Jisung calling you.

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

You kissed his cheek. “As long as you’ll be only my model in the future. Honestly, I think this would be an amazing picture. Truly art, possibly my best work…”

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