NOVEMBER TIMESKIP!
Lux: Have a good night, Y/N!
Y/N: Thanks, you too! Oh... ummm... hey Lux, I wanna ask you something.
Lux: What's going on?
Y/N: In your opinion, do you think someone's principles should stop their dreams?
Lux: What do you mean?
Y/N: Well, you heard my girlfriend, Seraphine?
Lux: Oh, her music is amazing, yes.
Y/N: Oh shoot, you mean that?
Lux: Yeah, my favorite single is Pure Bliss! I think she even talked about you in it, wonder if you were the shadow man she mentioned... Whatever, I'm a fan, let's just say that.
Y/N: So, back to my question, Seraphine's working at a coffee shop and she's working herself to the bone with her music as well. I care about her a lot and I just want an outside opinion on this. Do you think she should quit her job-
Lux: She has a-PFFT! What, wait... sorry... sorry, hold on. Why does she have a job when she makes views like that? She's already working hard, we can all clearly see... no, she should quit.
Y/N: Wonder if it's her dad getting in her head or something.
Lux: My dad was like that all throughout high school till I went to college.
Y/N: Dang...
Lux: That sounds like a you and her problem though, I can't judge. Personally, I'd quite if I wasn't happy with my job, but I am, so... meh...
Y/N: You're not just saying that because I'm one of your bosses, right?
Lux: Y/N, you're a great boss, now go see Sera, she's probably worried sick!
Y/N: Right, right, have a good night!
I pulled my fucking groin today at the gym, and it's been hell this entire day. Gotta give Braum props though, when it comes to injuries, he's the main, 7-foot man. I got some stretches I can do when I can get home.
But first, I gotta give Seraphine a kiss while she's mid-jam session once I get back. I pull into my fancy garage, admiring the Evelynn whip again, and then head straight to the elevator.
When I press the elevator button, the door is stopped by some metallic fingers, and Evelynn comes into the elevator from the darkness.
Evelynn: Thanks for waiting, doll... *Annoyed sigh*
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit-
Evelynn: Well, it's rude to stare, darling! Top floor, please?
Y/N: S-sorry...
I hit the button for her, and clear my throat, just sweating a little, no sweating a lot. I'm happy she caught me in my suit, and not in my bathrobe the other day when I was taking out my trash. What the fuck do I care about an impression, anyway? I have Seraphine-wait... I COULD GET HER A GIG!!!
I look slightly to my side and Eve's just staring at me, studying me with a smirk, dropping those sunglasses in the little blazer she's wearing. Platinum hair, big boobs still, big proportions all around, apart from the waist, hourglass figure and it's so cartoonishly sexy, it's weird.
She isn't my Seraphine though, who's in a league of her own. Sera's got voluptuous hips for her size, nice thighs, petite proportions which are enough to grab onto. She is the most perfect cuddle size, and I love having her on my lap while she serenades me at night. We just started doing that recently, but it's so fun. Combine that with her long hair and it just makes her irresistible. I'm sure Sera has the better personality too, because she doesn't need to speak with her body.
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That One Barista (K/DA Seraphine x Male Reader)
RomanceY/N L/N, from Brighthammer Inc., worked as a salesman, riding the corporate waves of Piltover. Coming from a land where if you weren't wearing a suit, you were a nobody, there was something about this special woman he saw almost every day, just to p...
