the siren † john seed

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!! NSFW-ISH !!

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Nervous was an understatement for Liquorice Converse as she sat beside John Seed. Being in his presence made butterflies flip in her stomach, and she liked this feeling.

"Take me." She says delicately, innocently. The air between them was heavy and it made something happen in her lower stomach.

John's eyes widened. He looked at Liquorice with furrowed eyebrows, trying to puzzle together if she was serious. After making sure her features didn't falter in regretfulness, he solemnly nodded, putting a small knife back into his nightstand.

Liquorice was gazing into a mirror beside the bed. She smiled upon spotting him looking at her in the reflection.

"You act if you know something nasty about me." John says.

Liquorice turns to look at him.

"I do now." Liquorice smiles wider, glancing down before swiftly glancing to his face. Her face heated up as she became flustered upon seeing this.

The light poured into the room delicately, enough for them to be able to see each other. He watched as she sat up, pulling off her dress.

"What're you looking at?" She asks, smiling as she knew the answer. His mouth was slightly apart as he looked at the perfect depiction of art. She looked if she was a painting, perfect and everything in between.

"Liquorice, I'm looking at Liquorice." He breathes out, watching as her undergarments came into view. Her dress was thrown onto a wooden dresser.

Liquorice lays her head down, her long hair sprawling all over the silky down pillows. The pillow hugged her head gently.

She looked at John, who was dragging his fingers up her long legs. She moved her legs, as she was afraid he'd spot something he didn't like, causing him to stop.

Liquorice wasn't sure what air was as he climbed onto the bed, towering over her with lust embedded into his usually bright blue eyes. Liquorice only assumed her eyes did the same as she stared back into his.

John watched as her black pupils blended in with her onyx irises. Her eyes were the only thing he could watch, as it spoke louder than she would ever speak.

Her eyes fluttered shut as he placed a kiss onto her cheek. He dragged his lips down to her jaw, before her ear.

John inhaled the scent on her neck. He knew the scent would rub off onto the sheets, not that he's complaining.

Liquorice let out an audible whine as he kisses the skin on her neck.

"Stop." She whines. "You make me want you more and it hurts."

He lets out a chuckle, loving the sound of her voice in this state.

"All you had to do was ask, Lana." He states darkly in her ear, causing her throat to go dry.

She wanted to say something else, but she couldn't as suddenly her breath was taken away. Their lips moulded together with need, Liquorice's hands finding their way to John's hair.

Liquorice felt something stir in her lower stomach as he began slipping off her undergarments torturously slow. She felt if he were a classical piece of music, building up slowly, until the intense part of the piece.

And that's what he did exactly.

"I feel so awkward and exposed." Liquorice says, looking down to the man between her legs. She blushed upon seeing her underwear.

"Angel baby." He read off the crotch part of the underwear in a mocking way.

"Oh my gosh. I would've wore lingerie if I known you'd see me." Liquorice laughs, covering her face with her arm.

"It's...cute, I guess." He admits, pulling it off her legs properly. "I mean it looks way better off."

He kisses a birthmark on her upper thigh, causing her to shy away.

"Are you talking about me or the underwear?"

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a/n

this was def one of the most difficult chapter i ever wrote. lmao.

i am losing motivation to write this tbh skdjfj 😫 this is pretty short because i just wanted to get it out there so i can resume updating soft chapters.

also sorry this sucked ass. skdjkf. also i KNOW IT'S NOT EXACTLY SMUT BUT LIKE I CAN'T????? LITERALLY CAN'T.