Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Lemon: Song Writing

(Okay wait the tea is that this is based on a dream I had about Chris Corner bye

Ya'll were imaging Maven while I'm literally imaging Chris Corner

I hope you guys know every time I indent in these author notes that they are literally liek 10 minutes apart and writing right in the middle of a sentence --)

Modern

Maven has been in the world of music for fourteen years. With nine albums and many collaborations under his belt, you were undoubtedly scared to work on your newest album with him. He was a sensual, peaceful person but his sogs were electronic and loud. You were a silent person on the street but a passionate person on the stage. Two different worlds collide like thunder and lightning to make the perfect storm.

He walked into your house with a bag filled with notebooks, pens, and bobby pins. His first movement was sitting on your couch, ready to start after the pleasantries.

"No, no, no," you shake a finger at him. You grab a folded blanket on the couch, the checkered pattern expanding across the naked floor as you lay it out. A smile tugs on his face and he moves his creative station onto the blanket, putting his back to the side.

"My house, my rules." You add. You sit with your legs crossed next to him. He looks at you with his famous undying stare, a cursed smile piercing your gaze. 

You sigh, pulling your comfort computer closer.

"This'll be fun."

You could feel his passionate warmth as you sit shoulder-to-shoulder with him. As the time went on, he started pinning his curly black hair away from his face. You can see his angled features; high cheekbones, strict jaw, his prominent brow bone. He was like a dream to you.

"You should see what I got so far," he whispers with his smooth voice, handing you his notebook. His handwriting, heavy cursive, was almost too easy to read. It was smooth, predictive. 

The Beauty of a Stone Woman

You remind yourself of his lyric style, more poet with hard to understand words. Utterly satisfying, more of. 

There is a verse that catches your attention and makes you blush a deep shade of red.

Beauty of a stone

Gaze a crystal house

Eyes of a black home

Buttons on her blouse

You clutch your black shirt tightly, smiling at him.

"You like it?"

"Is it a chorus?"

"Of course."

You nod at him, handing back the paper. His silver fingers brush against your hand ever so slightly. It makes your pulse ascend to the Heavens. Why is he so attractive? A smile lingers on his face, his calm features soothing you with pieces of bliss. You sigh, trying to calm yourself.

"I was wondering," his blue eyes grab ahold of yours, "if you had a need to go more towards your style or mine."

You break eye contact, fixing your words together before you speak. 

"I want a passion filled song, and your style is hypnotic..." You stare deeply into his flavorful eyes "-sexy." The words linger on your lips, the same lips he continuously stares at.

"I like it sexy." He adds on, leaning close to you. The years of tweeting at each other - commenting on each other's Instagram posts - subtweets - reblogging - shouting out - all flashed before your eyes as he leans in for the first kiss. You have prayed for this moment, but now that it's here, you don't know what to do. All you can do is kiss back and embrace the sexual feelings that were powered by his touch. His touch, as warm as it is, still sent shivers through your body. The kiss went on longer than you thought, and you rested your body against his chest. He held you as you crawled onto his lap, pulling him closer to you by his back. As the kiss deepened, he began massaging his tongue against yours. You weighed yourself against him in a rhythmic motion, the feeling of his body and actions making your heart skip beats.