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so all of a sudden when he trails his love bites down your stomach all the way to your...

"s- stay still..." dipping his tongue deeper into you kept your back arched, your thighs still quivering around his head, subconsciously, you didn't know if you wanted to keep him there or to push him off, really.

well, usually when it came to your usual love-making activities, he'd say foreplay is his favorite because he'll end up forgetting to fuck you with his dick when you taste so good on his tongue instead.

even when it came to kissing up your thighs, what can i say, he's one (im)patient man!

"nnnha! 'jin... w— wait... haahn s- slow down!" muttering under your breath, it was one of the factors that made enjin the munch he is for you, your hands buried in his hair while you continued to bury his mouth deeper into your folds, his nose bumps into your sensitive clit every now and then.

your brows furrowed, his hands squeeze your thighs—a quiet way of telling you to stop squirming.

"keep those pretty eyes open f'me, sweet..." mumbling into your cunt, darker hues becloud your cheeks, it was adorable how badly you were struggling in his hands, enjin's indurated fingertips rubbed small circles onto the soft plush of each thigh; tonguefucking a person as cute as you were probably had to be one of the best feelings out there.

"mmnf enjin please, t'much..." face being buried so deep in your pussy, he loved the way you tasted in his mouth, if you'd let him, he would stay between your soft thighs. your pulse quickened when the musk continued to fall off your forehead; licking long stripes up your slit to see the way your back would arch so undeniably,

he could hear the gasp for air in shock from you, only ever briefly removing his mouth to place lust-filled kisses and bites on your inner thighs. your spine continues to shudder, it was mean how your vision was so blurred. drool dribbling down the corner of your mouth, your grasp on his hair only clenches.

a shaky exhale leaves you, his tongue only slurps and sucks at your sweet clit with urgency, the pressure building up again right below your stomach, making you groan again; aching at how close you were again, your eyes widen before you shut them, almost not wanting to feel the rush of bliss again.

"mmm... y're close, arenf't ya," it's sick how easily enjin could tonguefuck you, how easily he could get you to come on his mouth, he could only tell by your breathing fragments that you were slowly starting to reach your peak, a small tear slips past your eyelid.

your heart beats rapidly, nearly out your chest, his arms tighten around your waist and brings your hips as close as possible;

you didn't even know really where to place your palms, yet all of a sudden your body's tension suddenly snapped, "fuckin' come, sweet! come on my tongue!"

was all you heard until your juices gushed into his mouth, flashes of white spark behind your eyes when your fourth orgasm peaks—it's alarming how fast you would cave into the pleasure he could give you.

you always joked to your boyfriend tamsy that he should tie you up so he could tease your body while you resist against the blue thread... it wasn't a bad idea, you mentioned it months ago, is it a crime he wanted to keep that in mind?

not really.

the mission felt like a fresh breath of air for those who've been looking for a hard case that was actually easy.

so edging you with adorable little kitten licks while his vital instrument kept your legs apart, blue rope securely keeping your thighs nicely sprawled open for him while cold air gives more attention to you than his tongue does :(

cold ghost touches trace your legs up and down, enough to make you shiver at how carefully he'd watch your face for any of the adorable reactions you had.

despite it showing on his face, he still had the need to hide his clear interest in pleasing you by teasing you for almost way too long...

"n- nngh!" you shut your eyes almost immediately before your lashes flutter open again, with disappointment clear in your face. "tamsy! are you even gonna... ahh start? if not i could just- whhaa!"

you voice cracked uncharacteristically when he dove his tongue into your cunt, now casually making out with your sweet clit; moving a hand to slip a finger inside your warm, soppy entrance. now it was your turn in wanting to hide what you actually feel like!

"mmmn, tastes s'much nicerf th... mmhaa- than i th- thought." his voice vibrates your cunt with a certain softness to it, your fingers thread into his hair while your hips rock themselves into his mouth.

it's an addiction, an urge you could say, for tamsy to move his mouth, working his tongue in your hole. but before you could even think to form a response, his thumb is rubbing nicely up against your swollen clit.

making your breath hitch, eyebrows knit, and pull his hair.

tamsy wasn't even one to be really vocal necessarily, but you made it hard to not when you'd squirm whenever the pulses of his words were echo into your whole being, small and noticeable shivers run up and down your spine. nodding frantically under intoxication, breathy moans that fell desperate on your tongue,

a fist of his hair in your balled palm was all he needed to see how need y you were, especially when you had the great idea of pushing his face even deeper inside you. tasting parts no one else has ever touched...

another thing he favored a lot when eating you out was your skin being squished by the rope, watching your soft thighs spill around the rope that kept you spread made his own eyes roll back,

his one hand on your thigh keeps a strong grip, locking you onto his mouth and bringing you as close as he could.

well... i'd have something funny he'd say here but really, he can't speak from how good you taste.

you feared to be around your boss, corvus, whenever something hadn't exactly gone to plan. it succeeds but at the cost of his team? most importantly: you, his secretary. it hurt him to see that the person who had plead loyalty and allegiance to him and the cleaners for as long as forever...

to see you being touched by someone that wasn't him on a mission that required you both to fake being a couple at a certain event.

he couldn't take it.

so here he was, the corvus of the cleaners, rapidly lapping at your adorably aroused, wet slit. your thighs sit nicely over his shoulders while he effortlessly lifts your lower body to be able to kiss every part. big hands resting on each side of your thigh,

you were spreading your folds for him, barely one eye open when you take peeks at the man you've been calling boss most of your time with him hungrily eat you out with a fucking passion. it was hard to tell if he was kissing or slurping, but there's one thing you knew,

and it's that he ravished you.

"f- uuckk... s- sir, pleasef— slow do... haah!"

your words die out completely when you let out an audible gasp, your hands flies to his head to push him in deeper; you could both feel and hear clearly that the pace he set suddenly accelerated. wait... you don't think he has a...

he removes his mouth from your cunt briefly, a clean 'pop!' sound echoes fast as he gives you another hungry stare, "say that again."

warm breath falling against your climax-ridden pussy, your face was flushed with dark hues, matching your squirming behavior as you remain flustered and frozen.

"i... huh?" you barely had a moment to think before he slipped two cold, and unnerving digits into your entrance, "ahhngh!"

"i want you to say it again. call me sir, sweetheart."

hardly being able to gather your thoughts properly, you blink through the strong vanilla scent he had helped you get for the occasion earlier.

jolts of electricity ran up your spine when he continues to grind his long fingers against your g-spot, making your back arch onto them, your mouth agape with a scarce sound out your mouth. squeezing around his digits wasn't helping your case at all either,

"go on, ask me to keep going."

you can only give an eager nod as you tried your best to even come up with the courage to speak, "mmn... sir?" god he could feel a twitch in his pants hearing your voice call out to him like that.

"can you.. ngh- please keep eating me o- out...?"

there are so many times he had wished he could just pull you aside and ease the tension in you. so many different situations, and now when he finally gets the satisfaction... is it so bad a man wants to please what's his when they've been so good for him all these years?

his loyal secretary.

his.

"nngh- ahh cor- s'good..." tears started to build up in the edges of your eyes, same beautiful eyes you'd use to ensure the cleaners stayed as diligent and disciplined while he wasn't there... now they're awestruck at the mess you made on his mouth.

your high almost immediately comes back, heat pooling just as much as it did earlier... was it his delirious pacing with his tongue? or maybe...

it was the way one hand would stay on your thigh to keep you stable, while the other would press a hand on your lower stomach. harshly might i add.

you could feel your jaw almost drop, a small drop of drool starting to dribble out your mouth while your legs jerk involuntarily, you don't know where to place your hands until—

a snap of electricity shocks your whole body, you barely even let out a cry of pleasure from how good it felt, hearing corvus swallow up your gushing juices only made it feel even better.

it was only the overstimulation that he continued to cause using his tongue while you were still trying your best to recovery from the heaven-sent orgasm he had just launched into you without even using his cock.

he presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the tender place just behind your earlobe, and you exhale a quiet, needy sound. the tip of his thumb brushes along your bottom lip just as he nudges his thigh even more firmly against your slick mound.

you gasp.

he chuckles.

eddie’s touch is a relay, one that guides the arousal flaring in your veins to its center point—the place where your cunt now throbs with need as he presses into you.

you dream of a low, gravelly voice, one that leaves your weak knees pliant as he murmurs, “bad date?”

“what makes you think that?”

eddie drags his nose along your cheek, one hand cupping your hip beneath your skirt. he slides it over just enough to feather a thumb over your clothed slit.

“well, you’re awful wet right now for someone who came home satisfied, princess.”

he presses into your sensitive, swollen bundle of nerves, and you gasp, a feeling akin to being softly electrocuted flooding your abdomen with liquid heat.

you dream of strong hands on your hips, of white-hot arousal dripping down your throat and spilling all over your insides as eddie rocks you on his thigh.

his name is a desperate plea on your lips as he mouths at the curve between your shoulder and neck, as his hands serve only as a guide once you begin to desperately hump his thigh in earnest.

“that’s it,” he breathes out, mouth skirting over yours in a slick, hot ghost of a kiss. “good girl.”

completely soaked with arousal, your panties cling to the sticky, dripping mess of your pussy as you rock your hips and moan, chasing the charged wire of pleasure that eddie’s carefully threaded inside of you.

you dream of two fingers that tug your panties aside, that plunge inside of your cunt to the last knuckle and leave you seeing stars.

eddie kisses you then, filthy and spit-soaked and all-consuming as he groans into your mouth while you leak sticky arousal all over his hand. while you moan and whine his name, fingers clawing at his back until he finger fucks you over the edge.

you dream of an orgasm that leaves you gushing and screaming, trembling and shaking and nearly sobbing—

your heart’s still racing when you wake up suddenly, disoriented by the feeling of your pillows and sheets.

dating ; how far she'd go.

she could and would kill anybody who gets way too close to you. you are her partner, therefore anyone else is easily disposable, and unnecessary in her eyes.

lorentz is too overpowered as many people would note, and she won't hesitate to use that power to 'protect' you. even if protecting means to blow the world up.

unfortunately she will probably forever end up as ruthless as ever, with only her walls down around you,

to explain her actions to you though—she hides behind the excuse of 'being morally grey'. she walks a very thin line between black and white,

lorentz will never ever hesitate to kill off any family members that disapprove of either of you. makes sure to make it clear maybe either injuring or killing one in order to make an example of what she can do.

dating ; nsfw / sexual content ahead

the whole thought behind making love is nice to her actually, believe it or not. she thinks its one of the beauties anybody can offer, but to push it to its maximum—you should find someone who fits you the most.

dacryphilia: there's just something about seeing you cry from how good you feel, especially when all she's doing is fingering you, it's the cutest part about you in her own opinion.

bondage: she'd get off to how weak and feeble you look when you're bound up by rope she learned to make. as long as they pry any of your body parts of your control :3

oddly specific: but she likes fucking you, whether it'd be fingering, eating you out, or with a strap, she likes to fuck you when the moon is at its highest and brightest. it's just a thing.

praise: only because she considers her praise to anybody very valuable, when she compliments, she wants to let you know it means a lot. you are doing well and she wants you to know.

charms, decor, earrings, quills, everything a witch could dream of would be bedazzled. wreathed and beaded into the very mold you waned your style to become.

was it... a little pathetic to say you still kept that stupid little 'class' photo in the pendant over your heart?

you shrugged it off, the feeling of it all was weird. anyway.

the sun was high in the sky, the talks, words of whisper, the bustling crowds were the type of loud you always relaxed in. opening your little stall up that attached to the front of your store, your own little brushbuddy, kaelena, happily swirled himself around your neck.

not too long ago you were invited by a few of your own friends to work at an event for that day. one that was held at your usual place of work anyways, a toothy little grin on your best friend says all kinds of witches will come by.

"w- what?! i.. uhh, i mean what?" you snap out of your trace when you see her wiggling her eyebrows at you, basically bouncing over to your side, nudging your shoulder. "come on! think about it, who else would be in y-" "aha! okay! all kinds of witches will be there guys!"

waving off her cut off sentence into the air, your leg starts to bounce as you stare down into your lap. they had been discussing the details of how the program in the event would be, how this would highlight all kind of underrated witches alike,

but now all you could think of was being able to see... him again.

qifrey.

before you can flashback or anything, kaelena brushes against your cheek, his soft fur making you pop back into reality once more, the meeting is over, your best friend had already dismissed everyone and is clearly walking back over to your side.

striding over proudly, she takes a seat beside you, "so...?"

now it's your turn to raise an eyebrow, taking off your pointed cap and placing it on the table, kaelena happily taking his place atop your head, emptying the hat of any dirt or mess inside, you shook it aggressively until your best friend groaned,

"come on! this might be the chance to see this white-haired knight in shining armor again!"

you felt the heat travelling up your neck already, "pfft... wh... what? shining armor... knight? haha who would ever think tha- hey!" shock drives up your spine when her hand reaches into your pocket, pulling out a small photo of the same one in your necklace.

grasping said necklace, you look away in embarrassment. her eyebrow raises with a small pout forming, "this is your chance! come on!" a playful shove was sent to your shoulder once more,

making you wince before taking the photo from her hand swiftly. holding it close to your heart before getting up. kaelena snakes himself back around your neck as you put your hat back on.

you could already feel more waves of tease prickle your skin when your best friend is already telling you bye.

"do you think we'll see him, kae?"

your brushbuddy only nuzzled into your cheek, making you giggle as you finally retreated inside your cozy shop. the scent of books, and feathers is spread around the small two-floor shop you had bought not too long ago.

the old parchment stuffed on top of the shelves, the flowers you had set aside, it's almost time you renew them soon... your fingers brushed against the literature you've been trusted to sell,

quickly checking over the pens or 'wands' as the kids like to call them nearby.

all of them were intricately designed by yourself, you had picked one up, the very first design that struck the market like stars to the sky. you couldn't help but smile, running the pads of your fingers over the sculpting you had worked so hard to make.

you shake off the nostalgia as you put it back into its container. sitting back into the receptionist chair- a.k.a. your workspace. already having another charm in mind; you already are picking up your tools as kaelena hops off your shoulder,

sitting in his fluffy little bed made by yours truly, you run a hand over his little fur body before letting out a heavy breath.

around thirty minutes later, you had already had a new design ready, stretching to get up and look outside, you first woke kae up from his nap, groggily he lets out an adorable little sound before getting back up on the perch of his shoulders

once the ropes outside were cut, you could hear the faint footsteps of witches from all steps of life, young and old, experienced and newbies, all looking at what humane creativity could offer.

poking your head out your door, you decide to let kaelena down by the little stall in front attached to your shop, kaelena fixing up the things. opening the little glass display case from behind, the pens, the charms, customized notepads, etcetera.

placing weekly's best out front on top of the container, a small hum shared between the both of you before you flip the sign to tell people your boutique was open.

"just ring the bell if you need my help, 'kay?"

you pat your brushbuddy's head before heading back inside, taking a look at one of the literature you had taken in to sell, helping out up-and-coming authors had always been your thing.

but before you knew it, the bell had already rang, making you sigh, it's time to get back to business.

walking back outside, you sit by kaelena as you help out a customer, introducing them to all the products in your store.

it had been a few hours when you had kaelena sneak back into the store to oversee the insides. you had taught him not too long ago to help customers check out a few items too! so no worries, you both could switch with each other all the time.

and finally it hit nighttime, you had gotten a lot of things sold today. you didn't realize how much of a hit it would be here in kahln out of all days,

"kae... come on, let's go have dinner. can you go get that sign? the one that says we're on break?" you closed your eyes, just to get a bit of rest.

as your brushbuddy bounced off his feet towards the staff only room of your shop, you wait quietly outside when someone comes by.

"hello, are these still for sale?"

a familiar voice echoed into your ears, one tone yet many footsteps, you first had your gaze focused downwards, opening your eyes as they focused, four small witches. one purple, one yellow, one blue, and one pink.

you blinked before looking at what was in the man's palm, it was an intricate design of pen, four different variants, seemingly all catered to each girl.

"i'm... umm, about to go and take a break b- but i suppose i could sell them to you." you turn around to help them check out before accidentally bumping your foot into kaelena.

"oh, sorry kae! here we go!" you pick up your little friend before placing him on the table outside with the sign. you want to turn your head to apologize before you feel your breath hitch in your throat;

gasping audibly before you made eye contact.

qifrey?

what was he doing here?!

your heartbeat almost spikes in a snap, you feel it basically thumping out your chest. your throat dry when you finally mustered up the courage to talk.

"i- um... okay! yeah, sorry that's my...brushbuddy."

your voice turned small as you quickly entered into the shop, weakly holding the door open for the five of them to enter as you got behind the reception.

you had brushed your hand against his when taking the pens from him, did he recognize you?

did he feel that warmth too?

ack! don't think about it!

be cool!

you shook off as much as you could when you finally took in the mind to change, placing the coins onto his palm, you looked back up again at him. clear shyness covering the veil in your eyes,

"h- here you go. is there um... anything else i can help you with?"

"can we get this too?" richeh butting in to your conversation, she places a big book onto the counter, you stand up to look over your barely manageable makeshift register, a title you remembered placing onto the shelves not too long ago,

"oh, 'severed ties, tighter knots'. that's a good one, although i have to warn you it's a little explicit with its fights."

"that's okay. just a little, right?"

your nerves had completely calmed, you had never felt happier to assist a customer, as per usual.

you smiled, relaxing as you nodded.

"you can have it for free, it's on me." pushing the piece of literature towards her, richeh's eyes widened in surprise, almost as if she had a tail and it wagged!

"please, add it to our bill, i insist, [name]." hearing qifrey's words, your eyes widen when you move your gaze from her to him. blinking a few times as if you couldn't believe it, he... remembered your name?

you shook your head, an immediate no. "you... you remember me?"

an infectious smile covered his face, it wasn't an odd sight but it definitely spread to you. "of course i do, how has it been? go ahead and look around girls, i'll pay for any books." the four girls nod and split into pairs as they explore your boutique.

"qifrey... it's really been ah... a while..." scratching the back of your neck awkwardly before going to find a bag to place his items in. bending down momentarily to check underneath the counter,

"certainly... mmmn, it has.. you've really... grown." the pauses in his statement had you flustered, you could feel the blush run up your neck once more. god you had just gotten it to go away!

without you knowing, the girls hung around the second floor to discuss a few things. all four of them side-by-side and observing the meet-cute happening below them. "is master qifrey really checking them out right now?"

tetia breaks the shared silence between each other, leaning against the wooden railings as she tilts her head. "do you even know what that means, tetia?" agott adds on to her sudden statement, a raised eyebrow as she takes her place to her left.

coco follows quickly behind, staying on agott's left before quietly listening. richeh quickly joins them as their own little brushbuddy climbs to the top of her head. "so we might have a co-master?"

"aw! i wouldn't mind! they seem really nice..." a serene yet cheery smile settled on all their faces, all equipped with a book each, they all sticking a different genre so they could switch if ever they got bored. before they could continue to head down back the stairs, agott stops them in their tracks.

almost tumbling into each other like a bunch of dominoes, her arm keeps them all stable, each head peeking over the descending handrail of the staircase. you hadn't noticed the different colored heads looking at you from not-so far away,

you had almost been a little too distracted from bagging his order, well... someone is a little preoccupied with catching up with an old friend, that's certain. so certain—kaelena is convinced you had completely forgotten about dinner—he knows you like this qif... something guy but your best friend is getting hungry!

coming through his own little custom door, a small circle that he could enter through if ever you might've forgotten your keys inside the stall, kaelena hops in and manages to catch a glimpse of you laughing it up with mister jokester over here.

no way he was that funny!

you can feel a small bump into your ankle, making you pause suddenly as your blinks settled downwards, oh kaelena. god you had completely forgotten you had left him outside!

"kae! oh my wo—i am so sorry! i got caught up with- okay, okay okayokayokay! sorry! i promise i'll get you all the treats you want, okay? allll the treats."

okay, maybe not all... but you'll find a way to make it up to your favorite brushbuddy.

little do you know that your favorite brushbuddy has found his. climbing up your body was an easy feat, he had always done it, it was his way of 'getting around town' in a way, perched onto your shoulder like an eagle finding its prey alongside its flo—

now its his turn for his heartbeat to hitch.

you hear a small choked noise from kaelena before he settled into your hair, curling his face into the back of your nape and the rest of his little body in your hair.

you just raise an eyebrow before shaking it off.

"why are you guys here anyways? i'm assuming those lovely girls were your apprentices, yes?" you manage out, your hair doing juuust enough to cover the clear flushed hues that covered the tips of your ears.

qifrey hums as he inspects the other products that stand idly on the reception table, smiling a little. nothing was more attractive than passion, that's for sure. "hmm? well, they've been working hard, so i thought they could use the break. besides, i don't want them to only be reading about spells, literature is just as important."

you sigh and nod frantically, "you really can't be more agreeable!" another rush of warmth could be felt now going up your jaw, it was nice to feel like this again, that's something you could admit. but what really caught his eye was how well the little tangerine tree on your desk grew,

bending down to get on eye-level with the gorgeous plant, his fingers brushed against the leaves gently, "you like tangerines? i could give you guys a few. this is just one of the younger plants i have," you lower yourself to lean against the table and lightly poke at one of the fruits that have recently ripened.

you could feel kaelena poke his head out shyly from your hair, "i know you're hungry, i'm working on it."

"ah, well, don't let us take up any more of your time," getting back up, he straightens the collar of his clothing before signaling the girls to come forward with their books. "oh don't worry! you aren't interrupting anything! shopkeepers are just recommended to eat now rather than later since there's still an event going on for visitors."

each girl places a book on the table, making you grab another bag,

qifrey's always noticed you, he's much more surprised that you have never caught onto the clear magnet-like effect you have on him, thinks its adorable in his head.

watching you interact with his girls now reminds him of you, him, and olly all those years ago.

back when his heart first felt like it blossomed.

you three had been out shopping for a proper pen for a while now, it was starting to get tiring with how it seemed like no wand was fit for your hands. you had been mopey all day, and the two young boys that trailed behind you had no idea on how to cheer you up,

it was one thing for you to not talk too much, but to be sad and not want to open up to your friends?

they were out of ideas ever since you even rejected eating your favorite food.

the sun started to lay low, and your head was pounding from all the walking you had been doing, it wasn't enough that you were already just dragging yourself along the pavement of kahln.

not a single pen fit you.

what kind of witch doesn't have a pen?

you could feel another wave of sadness above to hit you, small tears welling up in your eyes. olruggio just pat your back before splitting up from the two of you guys to go get food, at the very least while they help you look for a proper wand—you could recharge.

not long after he left, you had suddenly crashed onto qifrey. your head landing on his shoulder, almost slipping off if it weren't for his strength and his reaction time; quickly finding a small secluded spot for you to rest in.

finding a slightly abandoned part of the city, he had been carrying you on his back for while, placing you down gently onto the bench so he can take a seat beside you.

letting out a huff of relief through his nose, qifrey's gaze moves back to you, analyzing you in a way—his eyes moved over your tired figure, why would it be hard for such a talented witch like you to find something that fits them...

thinking long and hard, he had stared off into the empty display case of a shop that had closed down a few years ago. they were known for amazing 'normal people food' imitation, their eclaires tasted heavenly, that was one thing,

but he didn't just choose to be here for how vacant it was, but it was because this was the first time he had heard you speak—the first time you had actually smiled in front of him—the first time he had made anyone smile.

even current day, qifrey still wonders why they closed down... they made many people happy with their delicious treats.

well that wasn't a question for now,

not when it was now the saddest he's ever seen you.

too busy wondering how to make you happy again, qifrey hadn't noticed how your lashes fluttered open, almost shining even. now the twilight hues took their shift, slowly phasing the sky into the night, you were dazedly looking at the face he made when he thought.

it was cute, you thought to yourself.

his eyes felt sharp, that's how he always was, he had always been trying to figure out the problem, his lip would twitch a little too, every now and then.

you'd never point it out though, no, not when you had too much being risked.

"oh, you're awake." quietly stating, his usual tone a little smaller in order to adjust to the state you're in when just waking up. you simply hum in acknowledgement, fearing your voice might crack if you speak now—oh god don't think about it, and it won't happen! now you're bound to—

"are you feeling better?"

clearing your throat to speak, "b- better."

you swear you could see the corner of his mouth quirk, not wanting to recognize it, not for his sake, but for your own.

"do you have any idea on what you want for a pen?" his head turns to you, qifrey nudges you a little bit to snap you out of your trance. your mouth is agape thinking of words to say before stopping to think,

bringing up a hand of your own, your thumb and index fingers to think properly, "i mean... they just don't—they don't have what i need." you had always mentioned on a lot of pens, it felt uncomfortable, what's the point of a fancy design if it has no actual use?

"hmm, you said you and your mother liked to do wood crafts, or designs that are similar, yes?"

you sighed almost dreamily, humming. "yes, why?"

"how about you make your own? i'm sure a lot of people feel the same as you do."

...

"oh, wow... that's a great pick! i'm surprised you girls found them so quickly." leaning your cheek onto the closed fist, your free hand inspecting the summary of the literature on the back: 'the whistle of the fourty-second rosethorn'.

it was a book about a trio of teenagers who wanted to find the meaning behind life before realizing that it's always been the journey that's meant the most.

"okay, let me guess your names! qifrey told me but didn't say which—"

off to the side, he watched you like an arcadian, it wasn't really the dangerous kind of silence, more tranquil because it seemed like he had finally set a goal onto something.

it felt like there was something more to the life he's been leading to so far—

now he was watching one of his old childhood crushes interact with his qiflings.

it was nice to see you smile so much more brightly now, well, now that you've gotten the chance to make the witch world ever so slightly easier for those who want to join. it felt contagious when you'd laugh so... enchantingly as you did,

he couldn't help but hide his smile behind his collar momentarily.

how could you be so breathtakingly and blissfully ignorant about your own beauty...

it was a hard feeling to shake off when qifrey finally snapped into reality, "please, let me pay for these books. it's the least i can do,"

"qif, if you really knew me, you would let me do this. i know you're working hard," you place a hand on his shoulder, smiling sweetly before sliding the bag of items forward. "besides, the only payment i want is to see you guys become the happiest witches. okay?"

you could only wave them off as the four little girls left through the door, the bell ringing that familiar tune you've heard over the years of being a shopkeeper.

once they're out the door, qifrey clears his throat to get your attention again,

"how about dinner at the very least? you've given my girls a lot already. i can't leave an old friend like you without catching up, yes?"

you sigh and roll your eyes playfully, "fine, fine. only because i'm curious about what the mysterious qifrey has been up to as well."

he gives a small nod as he returns to his apprentices outside, the same ring playing one last time as your door finally closes. you feel yourself freeze, kaelena nudging your hand, are you okay?

you comb your hand over his little body, god...

you really just...

are you really going out on a date with qifrey right now?!

silently freaking out in your own store, you can't help but shake kaelena 'a little' (you owe him more snacks again).

flipping the sign over to the 'closed' side, you quickly caught up to the five others, two girls holding onto each of your hands as you all navigated through the crowds,

once you finally arrived at a table, you couldn't help but notice the way his girls would quite literally gravitate towards you, seemingly like a pair for each side of the table.

so while tetia and richeh would sit on opposite sides of qifrey, coco and agott sat beside you, and the whole dinner? was them mostly asking you questions, about you, about how you met their teacher, about any tips on becoming... well—your own witch.

qifrey had mentioned pretty often about how you decided to become a shopkeeper rather than taking on commissions that considers your amazing skills at spells.

back when you were still learning, it was true that you were one very talented witch, a talented witch with potential that could change the very world they care about, and yet...

you would've rather be the uplifting other young witches need by making custom equipment dedicated to making sure you're comfortable while casting spells.

maybe that's why they felt so... magnetized towards you, coco had already felt comfortable enough to let her guard down alongside the two beside qifrey, agott though... you can't help but feel a set of admiring eyes to your right almost all the time now,

every and any chance to talk to qifrey had been completely butchered without your knowing, it was very sweet though. it had been a while since the girls had seen any other witch that wasn't their teacher or the grumpy all-seeing eye that came by every now and then.

"do you get to do that every single day?" tetia reaches out for the charms on your sleeve, you smile and let her fingers hold them, "mhm, when i was younger i had a lot of trouble finding anything that was comfortable. so if i were to make it easier for girls like you..."

your hand reaches a little further to pinch her cheek. "that would make me the happiest."

she only giggles while the rest of them smile at your reason.

it really was a nice reason to have though, qifrey thought. placing his hand on a closed fist while watching you interact with the each of them, he could gaze at the way the moonlight would shine so brightly,

maybe that's why he chose this spot.

the table you all sat at was by the window, a mesh roof for a restaurant called the butterfly sanctuary was a pretty idea, and an idea that happened to consider the bustling of trees in the distance.

the whole area was designed to look like a sanctuary with actual butterflies, isn't that cool?!

the rest of the walls were made out of the kind you'd see in real zoos, wired screening that scaled up quite high, and just so quietly a pair of insects showed up.

a white one, and a [h/c] one.

"ooh, pretty!" tetia carefully observes the gorgeous pattern on its back, fluttering its wings a few times before flying a little deeper onto the small potted plant that each table had.

the [h/c] one on the other hand, was crawling away little by little.

"why is this one running from its friend?"

richeh tips her head at the interaction, her own brushbuddy letting out a small squeak as it comes out to watch.

"maybe because its scared, maybe this is their first time meeting."

you had gently offered your finger up to the [h/c] insect, it only cautiously climbs up when it sees the white bug trying to come closer. kaelena peeks out from the back of my nape and lets out a similar sound,

"hello, beautiful." bringing your hand up slowly to be eye-level with yourself, its wing flutters slowly, "don't be shy, this is a friend."

you offer your free hand for the other butterfly, carefully crawling up your palm, "here," now giving the [h/c] insect a chance to bond with its new friend.

and reluctantly? it does.

"there you two go."

placing them back onto the rim of the pot, you smile while the four girls stare in small shock.

"o- oh, god sorry i got um... carried a- away. i love insects."

rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly, you felt a little flustered when the spaced out silence between all of you elongated until coco breaks it—"how... do you do that?"

and maybe around an hour after talking about how to interact with animals, insects and mammals alike. you also talked about any tips and tricks for easier spell drawing or how to get used to being a witch faster.

having finished your food a while ago, it was finally time to head home.

well, until your best friend showed up.

the door bursts open as you hear the clicks and clacks of very familiar boots, peeking from behind you, you feel her shadow loom over you when you turn your head hesitantly.

"hi... [bsf name]..." "hey! did you receive my message?"

you tilted your head, pure confusion in your irises,

"huh? what message?" "nevermind... anyway! hello, seems like you have... new friends, don't you?"

your ears turn a flash of red before stumbling over your own words, fidgeting with the charm on your cuff, "yeah, um... this is qifrey, the little ones are agot, coco, richeh, and tetia. say hi everyone!"

giving a small exchange of wave to each other—

“hey, girls! wanna go see a fireworks show? it’s the highlight of everything!”

“only if we can come with.” the man in front of you raises his hand, that sly smile of his still on his face while moving his gaze from you to her.

tetia happily drags out all her witchy sisters out of their chairs as she goes to follow the nice lady you happen to call your best friend—“wow, you’d let them come with her that easily?”

“mmn, you only react like that to friends. close friends i may add.”

you looked away for a moment when he pulls your chair out for you, “c’mon let’s go see those fireworks too. they must be beautiful since you helped.”

eyes quirking up at him suddenly, you immediately got onto your feet—you now resembled an adorable little puppy that had just been given a treat, "w- wait! how did you...?" "mmmn, your ears perk up when you talk about something interesting. like a cute pup."

your face flushes again before catching back up to him.

arriving at your very project, everyone gawked and was stopped to glance at every intricate detail in awe.

the night sky only making it even better when the twilight eventide makes sure the whole event continued to involve all the effort of the collaborators—including you.

"i like the sparks." "thanks, i added it because of... well i'm sure you remember,"

"the olruggio fire spell incident?"

you both said in unison before laughing about it together, your feet finally stopped behind a shorter, elderly couple who came with their grandkids. you tipped your head before feeling a small body bump into your leg, "sorry, person! hi nana, we're here!"

the small child bows before returning to reply to his grandmother, a bright smile on his face with his shy little sister's hand, "is the show starting already?" both their eyes gleamed with a beaming hope in their eyes, they looked young, much like promising apprentices.

your eyes are quickly distracted by your best friend's enunciating voice that got your attention just as fast.

"welcome one, welcome all, witches from every walk of life—i'm your host, [bsf name]! let's do this!"

letting young witches and older ones alike see the kind of trance you can be under from being in surprise from the wonders of magic. the different scenarios that could cover entire lands, the gorgeous sceneries you'd only be able to see with wind-boots,

the fire you could only pursue with the correct knowledge and addition in caution for your safety; water figures you probably could barely imagine rose up from the ground, the earth that could move with the calmness of a rock and the movement of a bamboo tree—

and lastly, the light that can only be conquered by the few that can conform it.

a showcase of this many spells that would later on spring into the air to show a sigil mark in the sky was pushing everyone's adrenaline to the max, yet a pair of eyes stayed on you.

despite you staring up at all the figures your best friend sprouted into the sky, a soft little smile played upon your lips before your eyes fluttered every now and then, wanting to see every single part of the show.

and still, qifrey watched his own little show.

the moon was lovely out tonight, wasn't it?

once the show was over, you moved your eyes to him, "god, wasn't that just beautiful?" your eyes sparkled, the moonlight illuminating you from behind when the only thing that would rival that was...

well you.

the contrast of it all, the light, the fireworks, the fun of it all.

he couldn't help but cup your face and pull you in, a kiss filled with both passion and hunger, shock covers your face when the pyrotechnics continues to go off in the background,

not knowing where to place your hands, you just placed them around his neck, slightly stiff before easing into him quietly.

for once it felt warm not because of spells cast.

you hadn't even realized how his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you as close to him as possible, only pulling away to give you both time to breathe, a cheeky smile on his face when the trail of saliva between you both was quickly swatted out of the way by your hand flustered hand.

"q- qifrey what if-?!" "do you know how long i've been wanting to do that?"

your trail of thought already exiting out your head... what?! standing there in shock when your eyes focus on him, his hand had sunk down your face, over your shoulder, and now holding your hand,

"a while. it's been a while wanting you like that, [name]."

the fireworks died out in the background, your eyes still filled with clear star-struckedness, probably still processing the implications of his words. you're shook out of your small trance when you feel qifrey squeeze your hand, "i mean every word." looking almost breathless,

seems like one kiss wasn't enough to ease the thirst he's been craving for for how long now?

"y... you do?" "every word,"

leaning into you again, this time you don't tense up or feel awkward, you feel your body relax when he wraps his arms around your waist for one more kiss. before it could get any messier—

“q- qifrey, not here—not when… not when so many people can see.”

his eyes gaze into yours for a moment, lost in the adorable glistening when he speaks once more, “then we move. how does your shop sound?”

leaning into closer to place a kiss in between your eyebrows, “you’re closed at nighttime right?” his hands now rest on your hips, a cold breeze roams over the both of you, a harsh reminder you still can be seen by people;

“i- well, not… not really no. customers c… could still pass by,” “then we’ll just have to be sneaky, yes?”

it was the gentle kind of rough when he had you pinned against one of the bookshelves you bought a long time ago—your life as a witch who wants to support other witches, that journey started so many moons ago, yet…

only today did you relive the moments of your first kiss.

one day, olruggio called out sick, meaning training and break time all day would be just between you and your best friend qif.

you had been having trouble with practicing the whole time too, your face flustered in embarrassment just thinking about it, so you’d do what you always did—train hard at night. a moment where no one would see you do anything stupid.

well that was what you originally thought when you drew out spells forcibly, different symbols and circles yet none of them ever felt… right.

the pile of crumpled paper were off to the side of your windowsill, sitting with clear upset in your tone when you lean against the small platform, huffing frustratedly.

little did you know qifrey had been watching intently right behind you, only his head peeking out of the quiet staircase that led from the room you’d share with him to the living room of the atelier.

it was kind of funny recalling how hard you tried to get yourself to use ‘normal’ pens. and use the ‘traditional’ ways to go about sketching symbols and whatnot—when in reality… all you needed was your own point of view, your own way of doing things.

mini you would only almost shriek in shock when qifrey hugs you close from behind, a hand over your mouth while the other kept your small figure into whatever he could consider a hug.

“y’know you can’t get it right every single time.” his hand comes off your mouth, a younger qifrey takes a seat in front of your younger self, the same one who had broken maybe about… three ‘wands’ from pure frustration and anger,

“yeah, yeah… i know but—i just… i just wanna be like you n’ olly… why can’t i be-?”

your question was suddenly cut off when he placed his index finger over your mouth, successfully shushing your attempt at negativity—

“hey. that’s why we train together. mistakes will be made in practice and that’s okay, it’s what keeps us witches human.”

and all of a sudden, the weight of ‘fitting in’ fell off your shoulders, your eyes soften when you look at him with a blinding hope in your eyes.

tucking stray strands of hair behind the shell of your ear, qifrey gives you a smile. “just remember at the end of the day, whether you fail or succeed, there’ll always be someone waiting to hear about your day.”

your heart started to thump quite loudly when he got up to tip your head to look up at him, placing a light kiss on your cheek. “get some rest, okay (name)?”

now that same boy who encouraged you to go with the future you saw fit was effectively making out with you against the weight of knowledge (quite passionately might i add). his arms clearly knew to keep you all to himself,

with how close you both were, he wanted you as close as possible—as if to fuse you both when his kisses started to roam your body, your face clearly as hot as the rest of you, he smirks with each taste he gets of you.

placing light, playful marks on your collarbone, qifrey finds himself enjoying taking your clothes off waaaaay more than he’s supposed to, i haling your scent whilst his groans would seep with a hunger for you and only you.

“i’ve been dying to have you like this, y’know…”

you could only fall silent in your blush, hearing his words only drove you to think that everything happening was all a dream—“ah, just… haah… having you so vulnerable like this in front of me is making me feel…”

letting out another groan into your skin when he slips off your top, “so many things.”

his fingers are careful and considerate, qifrey’s eyes would be everything but his usual polite exterior, you could tell his thirst for you was slowly being quaked; starting with pleasing both you and himself, getting to see you bare in front of him would be a dream.

and god, to be doing it at the dream he told you to go for? the very place that he had helped inspire you to take all those years ago…

if this is what it was like to be on shrooms, then qifrey is all for it, especially with how tasteful your own little whimpers were when his fingertips would be a tad too cold,

not enough to make you gasp, but to shiver naturally… he thinks it’s one of the hottest things one can do for their partner.

“your reactions have to be the most adorable thing i’ve ever seen, my love.”

he only stops his hungry glances down your body to gaze lovingly at you, you had a moment to finally breathe, the bookshelf having moved quite a few inches toward the one in front of him, he only chuckled.

the moonlight somehow found its way to you again—the roof window you had used many times for stargazing now highlighted you two.

such a dirty thing in the purity of the moon.

yet maybe the moon is not as pure as you think?

qifrey is quick go remove his own robes, you can see the figure you had been only ever dreaming about, same with how hurriedly he had pulled down the rest of your clothes,

you could tel he had been thinking about you for a long, long time now.

“mmn… qif’ w- what if a customer comes in?” “then you’ll just have to deal with them later, hmm?”

a hushed whimper was left under mutters, under your breath, which you barely got any by the way—not when he was placing hungry, messy kisses on your mouth again, his eyes closed and his hands concentrating on unbuckling his belt,

you could feel yourself twitch at the thought, and that is made clear to qifrey when he hears your cute moan- when he feels it, he makes it an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth,

you struggle to grasp at anything for comfort, the back of a bookshelf wasn’t really ideal but it was enough for the slight exhibitionist in him to be pleased,

and finally when you hear his pants drop, you could feel yourself physically tense.

“ease up, darling, trust me.” and that oh-so sweet voice of him had you a little more relaxed than before, another spike of shock runs through your being when he lifts you up suddenly,

you knew he worked out every now and then but gosh… he could lift you so easily-

could he get any hotter?!

you felt like putty in his hands, especially when his arm had already lifted one leg up, while the other would hold up the rest of you against the hidden wall of knowledge, it was true that this was the shelf that no one really looked at unless they wanted to be a little niche,

"ah... qif- w- what about the girls?" you whined when he pushed your leg close to your shoulders when he tips his head, "what about them? i asked olruggio to come by. maybe he can entertain that friend of yours too, hmm?"

he smirks before leaning in to place a bite on your collarbone, his shaft is already hard, scarily enough when he rubs the veins along his length against your sweet cunt, you could only let out a loud whine when your juices slowly start to lube his cock up.

the friction against your aching clit makes your eyes roll back, your body kept weak in his arms, "you like that, don't you?"

placing another kiss on your exposed neck, it was clear he wanted to taste every part of you.

you bite your lip to try and muffle anything further, the dust that settled on the front of the bookshelf had been completely blown off, watching the way your chest heave and he's not even inside you?

there were sides of qifrey you hadn't seen 'till now.

especially the one that so eagerly wanted to bury his dick inside you, yet found himself magnetized to watching the way you squirmed for him to enter.

the twitch in your entrance was made clear when qifrey finally decided it was time to stop teasing you, so unfortunate but to see you at your neediest for him and only him is the best sign—"look at that, what a nice glisten your pretty pussy has." his thumb briefly rubs your needy clit,

his eyes deadpan into yours, the shine gone as he closely observes how your expression scrunches and winces, his tip stopping at your entrance while a digit stays between your folds; quickly pulling his hand to taste you, he gives you an almost immediate surprise when you feel him slowly slip inside.

"my— word... s'wet, now, aren't we? s- so hard not to ram inside you right now."

you could feel the restraint he had in the tense of his arms, pushing a few inches further, you shut your eyes, your palms over your mouth to stop yourself from letting out any already-loud noises, "w- wahh, qifrey! go... god y're t'big, i swear—!"

you let out audible gasps and mewls, it already felt like he was thoroughly splitting you in half, stretching you out like it was his job; even the most polite smile on his face, you didn't know if he was trying to analyze you, or try to glaze his eyes over the body he had been dying to fuck his whole life.

"yeah? too big? poor thing," it was cute to him how you were only complaining at the first few inches, his tone filled with a mix of mockery and tease. your poor cunt struggled to take him all in at once, especially when you'd tighten around him harshly,

"just relax, sweetheart, breathe f'me."

small tears trickled in the edges of your eyes when you started to see his length bulge your stomach, keeping one arm for your body while the other roams from your waist moved up to your collarbone, pushing against the marks he had littered your neck with ealrier.

"mmn, so haah adorable for me, you m- make me want to see every single reaction you give me." when his base finally met your entrance, you let out a heavy sigh, as if another weight lifted off your shoulders,

only for that ecstasy to be quickly taken away from you when he starts to move languidly into you, "aah- f- uuuck, qif— nggh, g- gentler, pleasef—!"

deep strokes against your gummy walls made you want to moan even louder for him, working into you with an eagerness. qifrey could tell the whole world right now about how much of an angel you were being for him,

especially when the dimly lit lap you placed atop every shelf coincidentally shone a nice little halo above your head so modestly, "my pretty little angel..."

it was insane how deep the whine he let out was while trying to decide where to place his other hand. letting it rest at his waist; well, not exactly just your waist... when it continued to switch every little noise you made— chest, waist, clit, in that respective order.

you could hear how he would gasp when you clenched down suddenly on him, his thumb was rubbing between your folds with the mixture of your wanton moans, now he knows how exactly you want to be pleased.

but with tease comes consequences, you shouldn't have been surprised at how his hips would buck upwards into you, making the bulge in your cervix even more clear than ever.

he huffs as he tips your chin back to look at him, "don't think i don't know what y're doing baby."

adjusting his position again, his forehead now touches yours, it was insane to say but he had you pinned by your cock. the forced eye contact he had over you, you couldn't fight the urge to let your eyes fall back in pleasure, stars halo around your head like a blessing,

you didn't like how good his grinding felt when it rubbed so nicely against your g-spot, "good? y'like what m'doing, yeah?"

qifrey's hand caresses the plush of your hip, his tone was sultry when he continued to whisper things into your ear, mounding your skin in curled fingers, "you've got me hung on the moon here, my love.. tell me m'doing good,"

your back arches even in the most uncomfortable of positions against the sandwich qifrey has you in between himself and the wooden bookshelf.

it had been obvious how hard he's going at it that books had started to fall, you hear thuds with every mean thrust he had aimed at the deepest parts he could reach.

"whaa— qif, i l- like it, mmmf.. y're doin' a— amazing things t- to me."

a loud animalistic sound leaves him, he makes the quick decision of moving you to the nearby study table you had set up for students not too long ago. pushing any leftover and old papers people had left over, he had you laying on your back, cock still buried deep in your cunt.

you were twitching around him and he's had enough, "haah, keep... please- fuck, keep telling me m'doing good for you, pretty."

qifrey was desperate, you could only hazily tilt your head in the small moment of confusion he let you have before pushing you into a mean mating press, your knees almost touch your shoulders when he started to pound into you in a frantic need.

"haah- qif! ahhn, sshiitt... s'good! so- so sosososo good!" the praise that left your mouth sent shocks up your spine, shivering violently even with the insane speed he continued to go at.

"ohh, qifrey..." coming off as a rushed whine of his name, it was hard to realize how evidently you both needed each other now, your soft sensitive skin all for him was more than enough to get him even harder than before.

amid the perfect strokes of his, you could tell he was turned on by how you said... pretty much anything, it was even more tasteful when you could feel the pressure on your lower stomach grow even more.

the heat pooling up even faster than everything, the same thing when he'd feel the same kind of tension in the shaft of his cock, the veins starting to become even more prominent; he only decided to pick up the pace a little more when he sees your breaths start to fall shorter,

qifrey being the man he is, swallows down his groans and wants this experience to be for you and only about you. so when the moment your body shuddered and jerked—it was enough to get him to come shortly after you, all the while you feel his cock spurt seed inside you, painting your insides a nice pearly white, feeling your cunt convulse around him was enough to have the moans he had tried so desperately to rid of...

"fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck. fuck—" letting out loud groans, you could feel his hot breath on your face when your legs feel weak.

"love you so much, [name]. i want you s'bad, needed you just as bad..."

but it was nice aftercare, unsurprisingly, especially when he could lift you easily with one arm around your plush body and the other busy getting your clothes in your atelier connected to your shop.

you had now been sitting idly at your front desk reception, his robes around you while your legs continued to feel like jelly, swinging them weakly. he was busy fixing up the literature that had fallen onto the floor earlier,

coming back to place a few books he remembers agott and coco mentioning certain titles, you quietly check them out while he reserves the comfortable silence you both could sit in.

"how do you think they'll react seeing me in your clothes?" "think they could tell."

you let out a chuckle when you placed the literature pieces into a bag—"legs still aching?"

you let out a small groan, "jus' a bit. don't worry."

now it was his turn to laugh, a small smile on both of your face when he moves over to the side where qifrey can reach you, moving a hand over your thigh, "i could help you with that."

a mischievous grin fell upon your lips when you raised your eyebrow, "mmn, really? can you?"

he suddenly gets down under your desk when he spreads your thighs, a teasing squeeze to your leg when he sees you really hadn't had anything on other than his clothes—

before his tongue could make anything feel better though...

ring ring ring ring!

"hi [name]! we're back!" you see tetia, agott, coco, and richeh (plus a disappointed olruggio) coming through your front door when surpise washes over you.

"hey girls! olly... so, um... what can i do for you?"