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bobohu4eva · 4 years ago

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Pink Lace - Bonus

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: College AU, stripper AU, fluff, smut

Summary: Baekhyun decides to surprise you with an expensive new dress, so you make sure to give him his money’s worth

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: smut - slight sugar daddy themes, sex with no condom, aftercare, it’s pretty fluffy tbh

Tag list: @smolbeanmika @leave-me-in-the-summertime @totallynerdstuff @bbhmystar @nana-banana @kimyhappy @thegreatandi @geniusloey @deligxt @bbhyun506 @lovebuginlove @bellamendoza @baekyeonoreo @bobohumyonlyboo @wooya1224 @strawbaeri-s @xiuweetbbh @bbhile

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“Oh my god, that is gorgeous.”

“You want it? I’ll buy it for you, as an early Christmas gift, and to celebrate the semester ending and me not losing my job.” Baekhyun said as he smiled down at you, one hand snugly laced through your own as the two of you strolled down the street, window shopping. You had stopped in front of a display for a particularly beautiful dress.

“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s way too expensive.” It was true, it was expensive. Baekhyun lived quite close to a high end shopping neighborhood with lots of fancy restaurants and designer outlets, where the two of you could now finally walk around in the open for the first time, since the semester had ended just a day earlier.

Baekhyun raised an eyebrow, “How many times do I have to remind you, money is not a problem.”

“No I know, I just feel bad, that’s still a lot of money, at least to me.”

As you said it you kept staring at the dress. It was perfect. You also knew it must cost at least as much as a month of your rent (which Baekhyun also paid) judging by the store window it was in.

“The way you’re staring at it is just making me want to buy it for you more you know.”

With that you pouted and turned around, away from the window and pulled him away with you.

He chuckled, but looked back, making a mental note of the exact dress and store.

It was lovely, finally being able to go out together like this. So far, most times when you and Baekhyun would see each other it would be at his home, where you would sometimes stay for days at a time even. It was nice, but actually being able to go out and eat at a restaurant together, or go on a walk, was new and felt amazing.

To celebrate not getting caught dating while you were still his student, he’d taken you out on a nice dinner at a small Italian restaurant with only two tables, where you’d been served at least 5 different courses, each more amazing than the last. The wine had been amazing as well, leaving the two of you giggling in each other's arms as you slowly walked back towards his home.

“This is nice.” You hummed as you leaned your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes and letting him pull you along.

“Going out like this?”

You nodded slowly into his shoulder, feeling the soft haze of the wine and the soft glow of the streetlights soothing your senses, along with Baekhyun’s touch. It was surprising to you how openly affectionate he’d been, always needing to touch you somehow, whether it was a hand on your waist, or holding your own. He liked to press soft kisses to your cheeks and forehead as well, not caring at all who might see. You never stopped him either, relishing in the feeling of finally being able to do this without having to worry about getting him in trouble.

“I like it too, I can finally show the world that you’re mine.”

You let out a small laugh and the two of you kept walking until you once again reached his home. He gave you one of his hoodies to change into before the two of you fell into bed together, limbs tangling together until you both dozed off.

Things had become incredibly comfortable with him. You truly felt like you could tell him anything, and any time you were struggling he always gave you the best advice, unsurprising considering his job. Being around him was so easy, and even after spending days on end together, you wouldn’t get sick of him. He was like a second home to you, warm and reliable.

You always fell asleep quickly when he was there with you, and you knew he slept better when you were there too. He bestowed you with a sense of coziness and repose that you’d never experienced with a man before, and you knew that your presence brought him great comfort as well. Even on nights like this one when you wouldn’t have sex, just holding each other was more than enough.

The sex had only gotten better as well. Baekhyun had already far outdone the few men you’d been with in the past in his first night with you, but the more he got to know your body the better it got even. He had every inch of you memorized and knew exactly where to touch you, how to touch you, and what to say while he did it to make you feel like you were losing control, but in the best of ways. You simply let him take you along for the ride as he commanded your body as if it was an extension of himself, and it was euphoric.

The next morning Baekhyun drove you back home since you had some errands you needed to take care of. You went about your day, and in the afternoon when you finally returned home and walked into your room you saw an unfamiliar box sitting on your bed.

You opened it to find that inside was the dress from the night before that you’d seen and fallen in love with in the store window.

A small gasp left you. He’d seriously gone and bought it. Up until now you had only let him pay your rent and buy you food. It was a first to be receiving such an expensive gift from him since you’d started dating and despite how much you loved the dress you still couldn’t help feeling guilty.

You snapped a picture and texted it to him followed by several question marks.

Baekhyun: (4:37pm) Don’t try it on until I can see too!

You dialed his number and to your relief he picked up right away.

“Baekhyun I can’t accept this, you have to bring it back.”

“I thought you might say that so I got rid of the receipt. It’s yours, you really seemed to like it and I do too so bought it because I wanted to see you in it and I knew you’d like it. And you told me gifts were okay!”

You sighed. You technically had said that.

“Okay, but I’m impatient I wanna try it on already.”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

He hung up before you could respond, so you made yourself comfortable on the couch in the living room as you waited for him.

Eventually you heard a knock on the door and opened it to see your boyfriend looking back at you with an excited look on his face.

The dress was nothing modest. It was short and tight, hugging your body in all the right ways and the silky fabric shimmered beautifully. The color complimented your skin tone perfectly and as you looked at yourself in the mirror, smoothing down the fabric, you had to admit, you loved it on you. It fit surprisingly well and showed off your assets wonderfully. There was no doubt in your mind that as soon as Baekhyun would see you, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you. You were starting to understand more and more why he’d been so keen on seeing you in it, despite the price tag.

You sat yourself on your bed, crossing your legs and leaning back, before calling for him to come in.

When he walked into the room he was silent for a good long moment as his eyes ran up and down your body, before walking closer to where you were seated to pull you up off the bed.

“Do a spin for me?”

You happily obliged, slowly turning to give him the view he was looking for. Once you were facing him again you couldn’t help but blush with the way he was looking at you, a wide grin on his face and his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“Worth every penny.” You heard him say softly. “So fucking pretty.”

“How much was it?”

You still felt guilty. It was beautiful, and it was clear to you how happy he was to see you wearing it but in the back of your mind, you couldn’t help asking yourself how much it had really cost him, if it was really worth whatever ridiculous number it might’ve been, just for some fabric that you’d likely only wear a few times anyway.

“Don’t worry about that.” He murmured as his hand made its way from your shoulder, down your arm, eventually resting on your waist. His eyes had moved up from your body to scan over your face as you looked back at him.

Despite his constant reassurance, money was still a subject that made you a bit uncomfortable. You’d never had a lot of it growing up and things like designer clothes always seemed too outrageously priced to even consider buying. To spend that amount of money on something so non-essential was still crazy to you, and the fact that he did it so casually for you felt foreign no matter how much you tried to rationalize it. You just couldn’t help the guilt that pulled at your heartstrings.

“You look so beautiful, why does your face still look sad? Do you not like it anymore?” He said, voice full of concern. His slender fingers found your chin, tilting it back up to look at him after your eyes had drifted down to the floor.

You shook your head. Of course you loved it, it was gorgeous and fit you perfectly. Hell, it was probably the nicest thing you’d ever seen yourself in. It was your guilt that had you fidgeting and averting his gaze.

“It’s just a lot of money, I’ve never owned something like this and I can’t help feeling like it’s too much, I’m sorry. It is beautiful though, even more so than I remember.”

“All that matters to me now, is that you like it. I already bought it, that can’t be undone, and I wouldn’t want it to be anyway. As long as I get to see my beautiful girlfriend smiling looking this pretty, I’m happy.”

He was doing it again. He was looking at you with that smile that could break through every layer of your soul and warm you from the inside no matter how down you might be. The amount of love and affection in his eyes brought a small smile to your lips that you couldn’t fight even if you tried.

“You know I love you, right?” He said as his smile widened in response to your own.

You nodded, “And I love you too.”

He pulled you in for a kiss and you easily let him. He’d gotten to know you even better and always knew what to do or say to relieve whatever worries it might be that you were having. The way he spoke was full of maturity and understanding and he was attentive when it came to your emotions as well, being able to read you exceptionally well. Sometimes he’d figure out what you were feeling before you even truly understood your own emotions. He knew both your body and mind like the back of his hand.

“I wish I could at least repay you somehow.” You whispered as you pulled back from his lips.

He raised an eyebrow and took a step back so his eyes could roam across your body again. “I can think of a few ways...”

You quickly caught on to what he was saying. If you couldn’t already see it on his face, his hand made it crystal clear when it reached up and rested on your chest, thumb running over the bare skin of your cleavage.

It was funny to you that after he’d been so adamant about not being your sugar daddy or anything like that, here you were, in an expensive dress he’d bought, with him asking for sex as a form of repayment. A few months earlier you never would’ve allowed this to happen, but after having spent more time together and knowing how pure his intentions were you couldn’t find it in yourself to really care.

Finally you decided that if he wanted to buy you pretty dresses, just to be able to take them off of you, you’d let him. He looked like he was on cloud 9 as he pulled you closer, keeping one hand on your chest as the other rested over your ass. There was no way in hell you would deny him this.

“You want to take it off me?”

He nodded, “Not yet, though, you look too good like this.”

When he sat down on the edge of your bed with his legs spread and pulled his belt off, you knew what he had in mind. You positioned yourself between his legs and sat on your knees, so you were on eye level with where you knew he wanted you. As you started to work on the button of his jeans, you could feel how hard he already was.

Again and again it surprised you how easily you could turn him on. You thought that because he was a bit older than most guys you’d dated that his sex drive would be lower, but that was definitely not the case. It was higher than yours, but you didn’t mind since he was good at getting you in the mood even when you were tired or stressed. It would happen regularly that he would wake you up during some ungodly hour of the night with a boner digging into your ass. He simply insisted that it was your fault and that he couldn’t help himself. As horny as he was, nine times out of ten you would gladly allow him to have you too. Especially when he was so good at pleasuring you.

Once you were able to get a hand into the waistband of his jeans, you palmed him through his underwear and he let out a groan as he leaned back on the bed.

“You like the dress this much?” You asked with a smirk and reached into his boxers, wrapping your hand around his already very hard dick.

“Yes” he sighed, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, as he leaned back in his elbows before opening his eyes again to look at you. “Fuck.”

Once you freed him from the confines of his boxers you leaned in to place an open mouthed kiss on his tip, licking up the pre cum that had started to gather.

“Don’t tease.” He groaned and your eyes looked up to meet with his, giving you a good look at his already very blissed-out expression.

When you finally slid him all the way into your mouth you noticed his head fall back and heard the delightful moan that slipped from his lips.

You always appreciated how vocal he was in bed. Whether it was dirty talk, cursing, moaning, or a combination of the three, he was usually making some sort of noise. You hadn’t come across a guy like that before and getting to hear his reactions to you was always a confidence boost. As much as he was able to get you riled up, you could get him just as weak for you as well. To hear him panting and moaning due to your actions turned you on more that you’d admit as well.

With his moans egging you on you started to bob your head up and down, feeling how he’d hit the back of your throat with every movement. When you looked up at his face you found his lip caught between his teeth, and beads of sweat rolling down his temples.

A strand of hair fell in your face and once he opened his eyes to see he moved one hand to gently gather your hair to hold it back.

“God, you look so good like this. So perfect. Feels so fucking good.”

You knew how weak it made him to see you like this, with your lips wrapped around him. He moved your mouth almost as much as he loved your pussy. Almost.

His grip on your hair tightened and he pulled your mouth off of him.

“Stand up for me.”

You did as he asked and stood back up between his legs. He sat up and his hands found your waist, running up and down the sides of the dress before reaching around back to find the zipper.

He slowly pulled it all the way down and you let the dress slip off you, pooling at your feet leaving you in only your underwear since it wasn’t convenient to wear a bra with.

You didn’t think it was possible for you to ever get used to the way he looked at your body. Ever since you’d met him at the club he always had a special way of looking at you. The way his eyes sparked when they met your bare skin was unlike anything you’d experienced with another man. The more you’d gotten used to sleeping with him, the more impossible it became to be shy with him when he looked at you like that.

You bit your lip to try to conceal your smile when he pulled his shirt over his head, showing you his smooth, toned torso. Although he wasn’t particularly large or muscular, he was slender with just the right amount of definition to still make your mouth water.

Before you could react his arm was hooked around your waist and he pulled you down on top of him. You let out a surprised squeal which he muffled with a kiss and next thing you knew you were being rolled onto your back as he laid himself between your legs.

You felt the fabric of his jeans against your thighs and decided they needed to go. As much as you loved sex with him he could be quite impatient, often only shoving his pants down just enough to be able to fill you, not wanting to bother with taking them all the way off.

luckily for you, today when you tugged at the fabric and let out a whine and he got the idea, rolling off you to pull them off leaving him completely bare.

He quickly found his way back between your spread legs, this time with his tip nudging at the wet spot on your underwear.

"Please" You begged, not exactly sure what you were asking for, just needing something to relieve the fire that was burning in the pit of your stomach.

"Please what?" He asked, moving a hand downwards to feel the soaked fabric with his fingers.

Instead of answering his question you let out a slur of incomprehensible curses and pleas when his finger started to rub over your clit through the soaked fabric.

“I’m gonna have to start buying you new underwear too if you keep ruining them like this.” He said as he smirked, relishing just how turned on he had you.

“Take them off already.” You finally breathed out between moans, but he was enjoying himself too much to give in so easily.

“Hmm, I wonder just how wet I can make you.”

You let out another whine when he still didn’t give you what you wanted, still only touching you through the wet fabric, but now with more pressure. One hand made its way to your chest, kneading and pinching at the sensitive flesh as his mouth covered the other side, sucking purple marks onto the soft skin before finally taking your sensitive bud between his lips.

You could feel even more moisture pooling beneath the fabric, making it even wetter and you knew he could feel it too. The wet spot was growing and you so desperately wanted him to finally take it off of you to touch you for real.

Eventually Baekhyun became too impatient himself and stopped fighting the urge, pulling the soaked fabric aside to run a finger through your folds, feeling the moisture on his fingertips.

“Completely soaked.” He whispered before pulling your last remaining pieces of clothing off your body and spreading your thighs for him to see what was waiting for him between them.

When his thumb ran over your clit he could see you clench and unclench, making more liquid drip out of you.

“God your pussy is so perfect. Always so tight as so wet. So fucking good for me.”

“Baekhyun please.” You begged, reaching for his dick to try and speed things up, but he was having a great time seeing you become more and more desperate for him and didn’t want it to stop quite yet.

Instead of giving you what he wanted, he moved back over you, kissing your neck as his hand got to work on your clit.

He’d gotten to know your body so well, it took less than a minute before you were shaking and crying out his name as your orgasm came over you.

Baekhyun had grown very fond of this arrangement. After a few weeks together he’d began insisting on making you come at least once before fucking you, since he said it made you even tighter and wetter, and he liked to see your face while it happened. Usually you appreciated it, but on days like today when he would tease you so ruthlessly you almost wished he would just get on with it and fill you. However you also knew that after being deprived for so long, it would feel even better once he finally did give you his dick.

Once your breathing slowly started to even out again and you were no longer shaking, you felt his tip slip between your soaked folds, bumping against your clit. Your hands tangled themselves into his soft hair, bringing his face down to yours for a kiss.

He pulled away, trailing kisses down the side of your neck before whispering in your ear, “Turn around for me, sweetheart.”

You did as you were told and arched your back, sticking your ass up in the air for him.

With one knee planted on either side of your hips he pulled your ass up and into position. Before leaning over you, sucking a ‪mark onto the skin of your shoulder before sinking himself into you with one smooth thrust.

You gasped and buried your head into the pillow beneath you to muffle the lewd moans that were tumbling from your lips, but he quickly wrapped a hand around your neck to pull your face out of the sheets.

“Don’t try to hide those beautiful sounds from me baby.”

He slowly pulled himself out of you, only to fully sheath himself back inside, setting a brutal pace.

After a few moments of going on like that, he decided he wanted more. An arm was wrapping itself around your waist once again, this time bringing you upright so he could snake an arm around to squeeze your breasts as well while he kept drilling in and out of you.

His teeth dug into the side of your neck, sucking and biting at the skin there before moving to your earlobe.

The feeling was completely overwhelming, as usual. Once he was inside you, there was no more rational thought, the only thing filling your head being your own pleasure and the sound of your combined moans and curses as they echoed throughout the room.

He took your body and commanded it in a way that left you little more than a weak, desperate, panting mess, completely at his disposal. When you were wrapped around him, you belonged to him completely, and trusted him to do whatever he wanted with you.

When his other hand moved between your legs to flick at your sensitive bud once again, you knew you were close to falling apart. The feeling of his dick rubbing against your walls so perfectly, his hand on your chest, and the other between your legs, was too much. You were quickly unraveling again, this time with much more intensity than the first. Only now, even when you were quivering and moaning and clearly overly sensitive, he didn’t stop.

“You can give me one more, come on baby. You can do it.”

His hips started snapping up into you with even greater force as his hand sped up too. If it hadn’t been for the arm tightly wrapped around you, holding you against him, you definitely would’ve collapsed by now.

“T-too much.” You cried out, but he knew not to listen. Unless you spoke your agreed upon safe word, he knew you’d be able to take it.

You could feel the sweat making your back stick to his chest, and the hand that had been on your chest was now too occupied with keeping you upright, since he knew there was no way you could stay upright on your own. His thrusts only picked up in speed and force but they were growing inconsistent as well, a sign that he was close.

“God, fuck.” He breathed into your ear, because of how tightly you were squeezing around him due to your over sensitivity. “You feel so good like this. Let me feel you, one more time.”

And after a few more hard thrusts you gave him what he wanted, going completely limp in his arms as he pushed into you a couple more times before reaching his own peak too.

Your mind went completely blank and vision went white as the last orgasm hit you like a bus, leaving you moaning incoherent curses combined with his name. To your relief you felt his warm cum fill you only seconds later, with a broken cry that sounded somewhat like your name leaving his lips as it happened.

Your mind was still empty when the arm around your torso let go, and you fell forward onto the bed. There was no strength left in your body, completely spent after all he’d done to you. You were slowly becoming aware of the layer of sweat that covered your body, as well as the sticky mess that coated your inner thighs, but you didn’t have the energy to care, you just closed your eyes and let the warm fuzzy feeling sweep over your brain in the usual post-orgasmic haze. Only this time, it was even more intense than usual from how many times he’d pushed you over that edge.

“Baby, you can’t fall asleep it’s not even 7 yet.” You heard Baekhyun whisper softly from somewhere above you, but you didn’t respond, mind still too hazy to form words.

Instead of bothering you any further, Baekhyun simply started to rub your back the way he had on your first night together, causing you to hum at the pleasant feeling of his hands working the sore muscles.

After a few minutes of enjoying the little massage he was giving you, you felt him lean over you to speak into your ear.

“I love you.” He whispered before pressing a soft kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Hmmm, I love you too.” You mumbled, finally getting some words to leave your tired body. But those were easy words, ones you didn’t need to think too hard about since they flowed off of your lips so naturally when you were with him.

“Come on baby, let’s get you cleaned up.” He spoke softly before grabbing one of your shoulders and turning you onto your back. Your eyes remained closed when you felt him slip two arms beneath you, lifting you up off the bed. You let your head rest against his still damp chest as he carried you into your bathroom, turning on the water to let it heat up.

“Darling, can you stand for me?” He asked and you nodded. Slowly and carefully you felt him put you down, and you wrapped both arms around his waist, leaning against his chest.

He chuckled and stroked your hair. “I really wore you out today, huh?”

You nodded again, and he pulled you into the shower with him to get the both of you clean.

As he carefully cleaned your tired body for you, a small smile spread across his lips.

He couldn’t help but think that the dress had been the best thing he’d bought in a while, and he couldn’t wait to buy you many, many, more.

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binniesthighs · 4 years ago

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❀on a summer’s eve | reader x hyunjin | ❀

or, a sequel to on a winter’s day

Pairing: self insert, female reader x hwang hyunjin

Genre: the fluffiest smut

Tags: confident!reader, shy!hyunjin, dancer au, college au, softnsubby!hyunjin, dom!reader, fluffy established relationship, comfort fic, slow-ish burn, popsicle/temperature play, face sitting, orgasm denial, oral (m & f receiving), choking, nipple play, dressin’ up hj like the pretty boy he is, praising, unprotected sex (be safe loves!), cockwarming

Word count: 5k

There are many things about Hyunjin that seem like they must be too good to be true. Often, you’d find a chuckle slipping past your lips thinking about how you must’ve done something world saving in your past life to deserve someone as unbelievable as him.

Gone were the days when you would plead for him to stay just a little while longer so you could savor just a couple more moments with him. Now, he was all yours. The nuisances of your feelings for him had dissipated like the little snowflakes that would melt into his skin.

“I want to stay with you like this forever.”

Hyunjin would draw little pictures into your skin when you would hold him in your arms. It was otherworldly how his bare body felt against yours as your limbs would be woven into the thin sheets of your bed. The two of you would wonder at the glow stars on your ceiling as if they were real constellations, and he would tell you every little thing about his day, or the songs that he wanted you to listen to.

During the cold months, he promised you that he would take you to see the real stars, not just the inkling of them that you could barely see due to the city’s glow. Hyunjin would actually make dozens of promises to you, so many, that you had lost track:

I promise to never miss you dance

I promise to share everything with you

I promise to hold you as tight as I can

I promise to keep you company when you are sad

I promise to hold your hand when it’s cold, and when it’s warm

I promise to take you to the sea

I promise to take you to the stars

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Hyunjin’s silvery blonde hair whipped at the slide of his face, getting little strands stuck in his mouth. Every once and a while you would hear him make little pah pah pah sounds to get it unstuck from his lips. It was partly his fault: he was the one that wanted the car window open. To your right, the great expanse of the sea stretched for as far as your eyes could fathom, and the foamy waves bubbled at the shore. It had been years since you had consumed the ocean’s aquamarine color.

The summer warmth kissed your skin as you outstretched your hand out from the window to wave your hand in the airstream. The outline of our hand traced the shimmering waves, pretending that you had become one with them.

You rested your chin on the windowsill, feeling Hyunjin’s hand reach out to you and squeeze your thigh. From the corner of your eye, you knew that he must have been smiling. His long fingers interlaced with yours and he pulled your hand to dote a tiny kiss on it.

“This has to be my favorite place!!” Hyunjin raised his voice over the wind. “Do you like it?”

“I love it!!!” you rang both of your hands in the air, motioning to the gorgeous scenery in front of you: it was the perfect little sea-town hugging the coast, built a little to hills which were adorned with blooming wildflowers and the greenest trees.

“I can’t wait to share it all with you.” His adorable little smile shone back rivaling warmth of the setting sun.

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The waves were loudest in your ears once you had reached the beach with gravel crackling under the tires. Seeing as it was nearly dinner time, the beach had cleared out slightly, leaving only a few beach-goers with their rainbow umbrellas and neon colored folding chairs. In front of you was the most breathtaking sunset that you had likely seen in all of your life: it appeared to be so impossibly real that you surmised that your brain tricked you into thinking you had dreamt it into reality.

“wow.” you gasped.

For being one that loved hearing the sound of your voice, there were often times when you were left speechless, and when you were, you would never forget.

Your fingers reached out to the glass of the windshield, following the way that the sky faded from sapphire blue, to azure, to burnt orange and red, then to pure white and yellow. A stripe of the sunset reflected upon the horizon that sparkled.

“Are you ready?” Hyunjin tucked a rogue strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Mmhm.”

ding-ding-ding went the opened car doors.

Hyunjin slicked his sweating roots under a cap, then grabbed out his camera. The humidity that rolled of the ocean flooded your pores and made your whole body swell with warmth. Your boyfriend fiddled with his camera settings with the sunset behind him, and you thought to yourself for the millionth time: he really was pure art.

His sleeveless shirt flapped at his sides where he held your hand and the heat from both of your bodies intertwined as you padded though the burning sand. You couldn’t remember the last time that you had felt the sand between your toes.

“Is it okay if I can take pictures of you?” Hyunjin shyly asked, squeezing your hand.

“Of course you can.” you allowed. “But! You have to let me take pictures of you as well! That’s my condition.”

Hyunjin groaned a little in retaliation. “You know that I don’t like--”

“--Jinnie, trust me, if you were in my head, you’d know how much I’m loosing my mind over how gorgeous you look here.”

“Nooo...I don’t think so--”

“I mean it!! Would you please let me show you?”

Hyunjin worriedly crossed his brows.

If only he knew what a fool for him you were.

With little warning, you launched yourself into his arms, nearly tackling the both of you to the ground.

“Hwang Hyunjin you are the prettiest boy that ever lived!! And I love youuuuuu!!”

Your boyfriend’s flushed face wrinkled into a smile and the little smile lines around his nose made your favorite appearance.

He laughed out, “And I love you tooooo!!!” then gave a peck to your forehead. “Fine, you can take pictures of me...but can we just keep them to ourselves?”

“Oookay then, if that’s what you would like.”

Tenderly, he cradled your face in his hands, holding your eyes with his own, then pressed his forehead to yours.

“Thank you for being my safe place.”

His whispers faded into the sound of the ebbing waves.

The setting sun warms your whole body when he leans in to kiss you with lips parted slightly. You must have kissed him hundreds of times, but it never changed. Each kiss with him was like the first: as if he cared for nothing else in the world, only you. When the two of you became one like this, you felt whole; bathed in the sense of utter peace that he would give to you. He found himself in you, pouring his love in every one of his fluttering kisses, and you would give it back, telling him wordlessly that he made up your world.

Hyunjin’s tongue slowly tested your bottom lip, eliciting a tiny squeak from your mouth, barely audible.

“Shouldn’t we save that for later?” You giggled into him.

He returned with an embarrassed little smirk to you. “I just...wanted to kiss you somewhere beautiful.”

You snuck your hand between the two of you, stealthily grasping the camera strap that hung loosely around his neck.

“I wanna go first!!

✦✧✦✧

Hyunjin tugged you out to the ocean, closer and closer until your feet sunk into the sand underneath you. By now, the red sun was nearly fully set into the horizon, and the two of you stood soaking up the last bits of its essence.

You slung your arm around Hyunjin’s waist, gripping hard. “Well, we’re getting in aren’t we??”

“We’re what?!”

“I hope you don’t mind getting wet!!”

The blonde boy stumbled after feeling your hand grasp around his wrist to pull him into the water.

“Wait wait wait!!!” He yelped with wide eyes. “My-my clothes?!”

You stomped into the white crests, splattering droplets all over your jean shorts. “There’s towels in the car!”

The deeper you got, the more shocked Hyunjin became, and only held tighter to your hand.

“Come on,” you hushed, “I promise I won’t let go ‘Jinnie.”

Your boyfriend adorably gulped, following your steps until the water adhered the fabric of his clothes to his body. Of course, you pretended not to notice how they hugged him, but this was no easy task.

“It’s not as cold as I thought it would be.” Hyunjin nervously laughed out.

The two of you walked on, at least until you were able to stand with the water draping over your shoulders. For a couple moments, you simply stood, letting the waves pass by you and the current suspend your bodies. He had wrapped his arms around you, holding on tight light you might float away.

“Thank you for bringing me here.” Your pruned fingers ran up and down his arms.

He sighed out with a tiny smile, “I had to keep my promise.”

“Can we...kiss again? I think it’s--ya know--really beautiful here too.”

Hyunjin answered you by pulling you into his body and angling the back of your neck up to meet his lips. It was a little hypnotic even, feeling so lightheaded from his affectionate kisses and the water bobbing your bodies up and down lightly. Something about it all gave you goosebumps. Hyunjin’s lips tasted very faintly of the sea salt while he pressed smiling gifts upon yours.

Distantly, you thought that you had heard the shriek of a seagull, but it turned out to be something much different:

“Ewwww MOM they’re kissing!!!”

✦✧✦✧

Hyunjin would go on to fulfill another promise to you that evening when he suggested that the two of you eat dinner outside: out in the little garden that looked as if it hadn’t been tended to in years, but still held some kind of whimsical magic to it. In many ways, how the weeds and mosses would cover the stone pathways and underbrush made it appear forest-like.

The garden wasn’t the largest, and held no more than a couple flowering bushes, some lanterns and a well-loved hammock. As he grilled the vegetables for you both, he told you to sit back and just...look up.

Dawn had faded into night, and blanket of darkness consumed the sky. However, it wasn’t desolate in the slightest, but rather was splashed with the most magnificent array of twinkling white stars. In the opaque city sky, you hadn’t ever seen them as brilliant.

Hyunjin rocked you back and forth on the hammock, arm wrapped around your shoulder while you admired them together.

“Miss the glow stars?” He breathed out a teasing chuckle.

“-Nah, this puts them to shame.”

“I wish we could always see them like this.”

A contented silence filled between you, and your eyes traced the shapes in the sky trying to make out the constellations that you knew.

“I think you’re making this my favorite place, Hyunjin.”

He giggled, “I haven’t even shown you my favorite part.”

✦✧✦✧

“I actually...you’re the first one who I’ve ever shown this.” Hyunjin fiddled with the door handle at the end of the hallway, poking a key into the lock which was tied around a red string.

“Huh, this feels a little familiar right? You hiding some kind of colossal mess in there like when I showed you my apartment for the first time?”

He tittered sweetly, “No, it’s not like that.”

“Ahhh come on, I’m dying to know!!”

At last, he swung the door open with a creak, revealing the pitch black room. He flung the light switch on.

“When we would come visit here over the summers, this room was all for me.”

Hyunjin’s voice echoed and bounced off the walls of the nearly entirely empty room. It was furniture-less, save for one corner which stored a velvety and cushy looking chair on a circular rug. A little basket next to the chair held a couple children’s books. There was yellow sticky-tack that had bled into the paper of the crayon-pictures that dressed the walls nearby the chair.

“Did you...draw these?”

“Mm-yeah, a long, long time ago...I know, I know, they’re super cringey.”

“No, I think that they’re super cute.”

“...thanks.” He blushed.

“So was this like your playroom or something?”

“Yeah, kinda like that.”

“How come it’s so...empty?”

Hyunjin looked out past you, to the windows on the opposite wall. The giant glass panels ran from floor to ceiling, and you could see nearly the whole sea-town from where his summer home was situated on a hill. The yellow glow of lights form other homes flowed down the hillside like a collection of fireflies. Further out, the crescent moon illuminated the ocean.

From the light of the room contrasting with the evening’s darkness, the windows appeared mirror-like.

Then, you knew.

“Is this...where you would dance?”

He nodded solemnly.

“I think I figured out that I wanted to be a dancer here. I would look out there at night, and there was something deep down inside me that just knew. Before I even knew how to dance, I would sorta just, move around in here, listen to music. It’s kind of...embarrassing--”

“--No! No, it’s not! I think, I think that it’s beautiful. Don’t feel embarrassed.”

Hyunjin tangled his fingers among yours, “Can I dance for you?”

“Yes. Of course.” You smoothed down a couple silvery strands.

“Okay.”

First, he tore off his cotton tee.

“Woah there!!!” In your surprise, your eyes greedily ate him up as you stifled your laughter. “I thought you were dancing, not stripping.”

Your boyfriend impatiently rolled his eyes at you. “It’s part of the dance.”

“Ahhhhh.”

“You’ll see.”

He set to work finding the song on his phone, and you pretended to be heavily invested in your strawberry popsicle you had brought along. It was your own fault that you stung your teeth trying to take a bite, realizing that Hyunjin’s bare chest was just a little too distracting.

He kicked off his slippers, saying, “This is the one I’ve been telling you about, the one that I’ve been choreographing for a while.”

“M’kay!” You huddled down into the chair to fold up your body, now getting hotter by the second. Two more strawberry licks and you hoped to cool down.

“It isn’t finished yet...so...”

“Go ahead! I’m sure that it’ll be amazing.”

Hyunjin let out a determined little huff before inhaling deeply and flaring up every muscle on his sculpted chest. The music began to play, then his expression dropped to dead serious, just as it would every time he would start his movements. There was nothing but pristine focus in his brown eyes.

It was nothing new to you, but every time that Hyunjin would dance for you, it was like you were seeing him do it for the first time. After all, his dancing was one of the things that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

He had a way of turning himself into the music. It was like he was no longer human, but fluid water, leaves in the wind, snowflakes wafting in streetlights. The inhuman way that he would tense every muscle in his body to lift himself from the ground almost like a sparrow was utterly breathtaking.

Hyunjin’s bare feet hit the floor with a thud as he spun himself around, and his sharp inhales met each beat. The song didn’t have any lyrics, but it was as if his body was filling the room with words; telling a story with his body.

Two drips from your nearly uneaten popsicle waterfalled down your hand. Conversely, two drips of sweat fell down Hyunjin’s body where he finished his dance curled into a ball against the floor. The room was filled with silence and his shallow breaths.

“Hyunjin...oh my god, that was...”

“I know, it’s really rough, I’m still working out the middle part--”

“--I-its unbelievable! I-I mean, you’re unbelievable!”

“Really?”

“Yes! Really.” You rose to attack his sweating body with the biggest hug you could manage with one hand holding your cold treat. “You always take my breath away when you do that.”

“You liked it that much?”

“Would I lie? God, I don’t have a clue how you do it.”

“I just...practice.”

You lead him over to the velvety chair. “Tell me about it. What does it mean?”

“Well, I was thinking it’s about breaking through what makes you vulnerable and insecure, and trying to find yourself when you aren’t sure who you are. Did you...get that?”

Truthfully, he had lost you a little bit. What was more preoccupying was how enraptured he looked reflecting on something so personal to him.

“That’s so beautiful ‘Jin.” Your fingers framed his face with a subtle brush.

“Hm-thank you.” He nuzzled into your hand.

The urge to be as close to him as possible to him was suffocating, so you let your body lead your actions before your mind did: straddling him where he sat to circle your arms around him tight. He let out a little surprised “oh!” but held you back just as tight. You needed nothing more than for him to hold you like that for just a little while.

Two more red, syrupy drips, fell down your wrist.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“Can I please have you tonight? You can do whatever you want to me, I just...want you.”

“Oh, Jinnie...”

He knew all he had to do was say please.

“I wanna be...close.”

You granted him the taste of strawberry on your lips, filling his wanton mouth with your answer. Your thumb rubbed into his cheek, where you felt one of his tears wet your skin.

“Why are you crying my love?”

He sniffled, “Because I’m so happy.” he giggled quietly, “I never thought that I would share this place with someone that I care for so much.”

You blinked back tears of your own. “I promise to take care of you always Hyunjin, and to always make you happy, ’kay?”

His needy fingertips dug into our hips, and you involuntarily found yourself grinding into his lap. You both sniffled a little more, but found comfort back by the corners of each other’s mouths.

“You-you can use me...however you want.” Hyunjin moaned prettily into your mouth.

The heat from your clit became overwhelming as you rubbed into his growing hard-on.

“Okay my love. I’ll do that.”

The cold of your popsicle in your hand fed miraculous little ideas into your head.

“Let’s take these pants off, alright?” Hyunjin nodded, hastily unbuttoning his linen pants.

You took two fat licks up the red length of your freezing popsicle, not breaking contact with his eyes. Just to make him whine, you flicked your tongue over the tip of the sweet treat, just like you would do to him. You used your free hand to palm at his bulge, sucking in as deep as you could down your popsicle.

“You want my mouth, pretty boy?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes please.”

You let your hand trace down his gorgeously thick inner thigh to take your position between his legs, kneeling on the carpet. The tips of your fingers hooked under his waistband, tearing off his briefs. Nearly as pink as your stained tongue, his marvelously long dick twitched in his anticipation then shaky breaths quaked in his chest. With one hand, you tugged at his length rubbing his own pre-cum over his tip.

“Fuck, you’re so cute.”

Hyunjin’s biceps flared as he searched for something to grab onto to steady himself, settling one in your hair, and the other digging little crescents into the skin of his pearly thigh. You switched to give more attention to the popsicle, licking at it agonizingly slow all for him to watch.

“You’d like it like this, wouldn’t you?”

“Mmhm.” He whined with a little shake of his hips. “Please.”

“Okay, you deserve it.”

Streams of strawberry juice fell down your hand as you lent your mouth to his neglected cock, then you traced your freezing tongue up and down the skin. Hyunjin gasped in sharply, wincing a little from the sensation. A broken little “oh” reverberated in his chest.

“Too cold?”

“--No!” He interjected, “No, I-I love it, don’t...don’t stop.”

At last you took in his full length, mixing the sweet taste of freezing fruit with the burning hot warmth of his veiny cock. Today, you’d let him hear you gag a little. As shy as he was, you still knew that his ego swelled by the hundreds hearing you choke on his dick.

Your sugary drool fell down the side of his length as you let go, moving to return back to your mess of a popsicle in your hand. The loss of contact made Hyunjin whimper out helplessly.

“Look at me,” You commanded, sucking in the popsicle several more times. By now, his eyes had entirely glazed over with his lust for you. It was that same look that he would get in his eyes when he danced. He was enthralled.

“M-more?” He begged to you.

You prowled over his hips, kissing the side of his dick as you let those red drops drip onto him, lapping at them after a few seconds.

His entire body shivered viciously while he pitifully groaned into the room.

Your devilish little laughs kissed into his inner thighs, where you bit into the skin.

Your popsicle was then gone in seconds, then you ridded your hand from the sticky juice by providing them to your boyfriend who sucked at them greedily. After you felt as if your mouth had warmed enough for it to be tolerable, you kissed his tip, then resumed your work, bobbing up and down, just as you knew he liked it.

“I’m gonna--mm--if you keep doing that.” Hyunjin threw his head back in his euphoria.

“Let’s move this somewhere else then shouldn’t we?”

✦✧✦✧

There was nothing prettier than the way that your love bites would fade into Hyunjin’s skin after a while, fading from violet to lavender as they healed. You could still see a couple of them tracing his collarbones while your fingers tweaked at his angrily hard nipples.

Little mewls from his mouth spilled into your dripping pussy riding his tongue. One pinch, two more pinches...and his hips buckled. He’d take one of his long arms to travel up your body and pinch at your own nipples and kneed your pretty breast in his hand.

“fuck yes, fuck--your mouth feels so good baby.”

His tongue flicked at your swollen clit, causing your whole body to jerk with each touch. He lent tender kisses into your folds, then would switch to fucking into your leaking entrance with his pointed tongue.

“Go slower, slower...”

You pleaded out your instructions, and he was always one to obey. With the combination of his tantalizing licks and the slow grind of your hips, he coaxed out your orgasm so naturally; he left your thighs shaking on both sides of his head. While you came down, Hyunjin would press careful little kisses into your twitching bud, just as you had taught him.

“Your turn.” You huff out, then carefully shift to move off your boyfriend.

“Please...I want you to touch me so bad, ‘hurts a little...”

“Aw does it?”

You kiss his lips wet with your slick.

“I have a present for you though, before I get to that.”

You can see how needy he is in his eyes, but he still puts on a thankful little smile for you.

“Oh really? I’m sorry, I didn’t get you anything...”

“It’s okay! I wanted to surprise you anyway. Besides, you’re a gift enough for me.”

He snickers, “That was kinda cheesy.”

“I thought that you liked when I was cheesy!?”

“I do, I do.”

You dip into your duffle to pull out the tiny cardboard box.

“What’s this?” He sits up to take it from your hands.

Inside he finds the dainty white lace choker, woven to have little flower-like shapes on the top edge, and tiny fake pearls beaded into the bottom edge like little dewdrops.

“Oh my god.”

“Do you like it? I thought that it would look really pretty on yo--”

“--I love it. Thank you so much.” He plays with the clasp. “Do you...want me to wear it right now?”

“I thought that you could--”

“--Can you help me?” He beamed at you coyly, providing you with the clasps.

“Um-sure.” You find yourself getting flustered over your fantasy of seeing him in that choker for weeks finally becoming a reality.

Before you sweep it around his neck, you press one kiss into his neck.

“There. You look gorgeous.”

Hyunjin’s cheeks turn rosy at your compliment.

“Hyunjin, you’re absolutely mesmerizing. I promise to never stop reminding you.”

His lithe fingers tangle up in your messy hair, and you kiss him all over his chest, renewing some of the hickies that had faded away. The sensation tickles him, and his beautiful giggles are like music to your ears. Slowly, your fingers trickle down to his hips where you take up his half-hard cock back in your hand. He hums a little “mm” once you do so.

“I’m going to make you all mine baby boy, wouldn’t you like me to fuck you until you don’t know anything else?”

“Yes!!”

Harder you jerk at his cock while you take in the sight of his fluttering eyelids and the way that the veins on his neck pulsate under the pretty white lace.

“Use your words my love, what is you want?”

“-Want you to fuck me, fuck me so good, please, take care of me...”

Hyunjin’s hips thrash this way and that from your teasing provided by your thumb on his slit.

“Close! I-I’m close--” He chokes out the words.

“Already? You’re that pent up for me hmm?”

“Wanna cum...”

You coolly remove your hand. “Not yet darling.”

His whining moan is just a little too bratty for you--it’s not like your Hyunjin to be like that for you. You decide to try another method.

“Wait just a little longer for me okay my love. Let’s not get impatient.”

“Bu-but--”

“No buts.”

Your hand snakes around his neck to press into his airway, and his eyes roll back sinfully as you do so. In your palm, you can feel the pearls press into his skin. With your other free hand you take back to flicking his nipples in your knuckles. He must not have been lying: the head of his cock is angrily flared. Your grip loosens at his neck, and he gasps out with his moans getting tangled in his inhales.

“ M’sorry, I’ll be a good boy for you.”

Hearing him reassure you makes your head spin, and you feel your clit ache out horribly for stimulation. You want him just as bad he wants you, and you’re almost ready for him to know it.

“Come ‘ere, sit on the edge of the bed.”

He follows you, and those pretty pearls shine in the dim glow of his bedroom.

You fall down to permit him a couple wet stripes to his cock and he’s already a mess once more. Mutterings of words muddle his lips, but you can see that he’s holding them back for you, trying not to pressure you or whine any more.

“You are being a very good boy Jinnie, let’s give you what you want how hmm?”

His eyes blow out with his realization then he eagerly watches as you mount his lap facing him, lowering your entrance over his dick, falling down bit...by bit. Your knees are planted on both sides of his legs, supported by the bed and his arms holding you nearer.

There’s nothing that Hyunjin loves more than feeling how tight you are around his cock, it nearly turns his whole body into jelly with the first contact. For a couple moments, you simply exist connected in this way, letting the sense of intimacy consume your entire beings.

“I love you Hyunjin.” You start to bounce, and it takes all of his will to say the words back to you.

His arms fall back to prop himself up, and Hyunjin lets you bounce up and down on him as hard or as fast or slow as you like, taking his dick to pleasure yourself in any way that you see fit. It’s when you graze your g-spot the deepest that both of your bodies fold together, trying to maintain your upright position. Hyunjin’s arms start to shake and you push his chest back, and his body bounces a little on the mattress from your force. You pay no mind, spreading out your hands flat on his chest to ride him with every bit of energy that you have left.

“oh god, oh god, shit-” He tries his best to hide his curses from you.

You can’t help but obsess over his angelic form under you, topped with the beautiful choker that makes him look nearly fairy-like. The sense of possession that you soak up from his moans all for you drives your orgasm right up through your body, tearing through every nerve you think you must have.

Hyunjin clenches his teeth, hissing air through with his eyebrows crossed tightly.

“Cum for me baby, you can cum for me now my love.”

Hyunjin’s neck flares against his choker with his spewing of nonsense words and erotic moans while he cums inside you, both of you throbbing against the other.

He laughs a little, chest rosy and rising and falling for vital breaths to calm himself.

“Are you okay?”

He nods with that adorable little smile you love, “Mmhm.”

“You want to say like this for a second?”

“...Please?”

“Okay. I need to catch my breath too.”

You press your body flush against Hyunjin’s chest letting him hold your sweating bodies together. Every few seconds or so, one of you would shake with little aftershocks from your orgasms.

“Did I do okay?” Hyunjin asks you after some time.

“Of course. You don’t even have to ask, sweetheart” You give one last kiss on his forehead messy with stringy silver tufts.

“Okay...

...I promise to always be good for you.”

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BTS Reaction: Baby mama love

warnings: Pregnancy kink, kissing, touching, baby bump kink(?), honestly all of bts would love the frick out of their baby mama’s, lost of love, fluff, nipple play, breast play, cursing, mentions of insecurity. Please let me know if there is something I missed.

a/n: OMG... I was so excited about this ask as of now I’m the only one writing reactions and I hope you enjoy this anon and of course anyone who is interested in this topic hehe... this was very fun to write but it took me too long to do it because of school but its done none the less.

Jin

You woke to Jin’s strong arms rubbing up and down your swollen stomach. You were towards the end of your second trimester and your baby bump had become very prominent. Your entire body ached, and you were an emotional wreck, but your husband, your wonderful, loving husband made sure to always put you at ease.

“Baby, wake up.” he placed a line of soft kisses down your spine. You hummed at his actions and attempted to move to face him.

“No, baby it’s okay.” He kissed the top of your head.

“Let’s stay like this for a bit.” His hands began to slide up and down your hips. You stay still and let yourself be appreciated by your husband. He moved closer to you so that his body was flush to yours. Jin loved to make it known how grateful he was for your generous contribution of ‘mother to our child’ as he likes to say not that you really had a choice since he wouldn’t be able to carry our baby.

“Jinnie, I wanna see your handsome face, help me turn over please.” You latch onto the hand which again rested on your pregnant belly. Jin grabbed onto your shoulders and unceremoniously flipped you over onto your other side. As soon as your eyes met his lips clashed with yours.

“My anea is so beautiful.” He moved a loose strand of hair from your face and placed it behind your ear. He reached for the blanket covers and pulled it off of the bed. You whined his name as the cold air hit your warm body. He gestured for you to sit up against the headboard. You settled against it and waited to see what Jin wanted.

He sat next to me and just let his eyes run up and down your body. His hand settled on your tummy and his face came down next to his arms.

“Hi baby Haesol, it’s your appa…I just wanted to say thank you.” He placed a small peck on your belly right above your navel.

“Your eomma looks absolutely beautiful right now and I cannot get enough of her gorgeous body.” he cupped his hand around his mouth as if he was whispering a secret to your little boy.

“Honestly… sometimes I just look at her and I just don’t think I can control myself. I just wanna eat her up. Like right now, she looks stunning. I have to go baby boy, I need to take care of your beautiful mama.”

“Oh, my gosh, Jin, don't tell him that!” you said as you gently smacked his shoulder.

“What? This way he’ll hear me better!”

Yoongi

You reach for your favorite pair of jeans excited to get ready for the day. You gather up some accessories and a variety of tops to complete your look. It had been around three months since you found out you were pregnant and today you would have the first ultrasound. You had been doing some research and found out that today you might know the approximate birthday of your baby. Yoongi had decided to ask for a half day to accompany you to your appointment and he had messaged you saying that he was almost done with his work for the day. Yoongi being the loving husband he was, said he would pick up food on his way home to enjoy before you leave to the OBGYN clinic.

You took your belongings and set them on the bed and took a second to look at your reflection in the full-length mirror in your shared room. You lifted the large t-shirt you had worn to sleep and placed your delicate hand on your growing tummy. You looked at the way your body had begun to change. Your legs had swollen a little not used to the extra amount of weight you had put on. You look further up your body and you take notice of your hips. They had begun to widen, not a substantial amount but enough to be noticeable at least to you. Your eyes traveled further up and landed on your swollen tummy. You delicately placed your small hand on the swell of your stomach. You smiled happily at the thought of your future.

“You look beautiful,” Yoongi said from the doorway of your room. He walked slowly behind you and placed his hands on top of yours. He lowered his head to fit in the crook of my neck, he placed a few sparse kisses on the little skin that was exposed. He hummed into your ear. “and our baby is going to keep growing in here.” His hands rubbed up and down your exposed tummy.

His soft hands left goosebumps in their wake. Yoongi had expressed to you how excited he was to see my body grow to accommodate your child and he made sure to never let you feel insecure in your developing body. So to accommodate for your growing insecurities he only ever presented you with love and adoration anytime you had the chance to be together.

“I’m excited for our appointment today,” you said as you nuzzled yourself into his warm body.

“Me too, but you look so good now baby,” his hands slid up under your oversized sized shirt and cupped your tender chest. “and you. Are just. Going. To keep. Getting. Sexier. And sexier.” His words were emphasized but his plush lips which pressed softly into the skin of your neck. His hands played tenderly with your soft skin.

“I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you jagiya.”

Hoseok

“Baby mama what are you doin’?” Hobi walked into your shared room, excited to see what you had been up to while he was at work. You look back at him with a glowing smile.

“I want to see which of my clothes still fit me. As far as jeans, as of now… I have one pair that fits me.” You turn towards your husband, giddy with excitement now that he was home. You reach for the button of the jeans you had on and pull at it to hopefully shut it but to no avail. Hoseok walked towards you and placed his hands on your hips and looked straight into your eyes. He moved his hands to the small of your back and slithered his hands into the back pockets. He rests his forehead against yours as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He begins to lead your body to the beat of the song playing in his head and together you sway in the silence of your house.

“I can’t wait to see you grow more pregnant, Sunshine. Though I won’t lie,” his hand moves down to where your butt meets your thighs and gives it a firm squeeze, followed by a soft pat. “I’m really going to miss your ass in these jeans.” He grabbed your hand and raised it above your head, procedeeding to spin you slowly. His free hand stops you when you're facing away from him. He pulls you so the swell of your behind is pressed up against his slim figure. Once again, he guides your body to the beat of the song that wasn’t playing. His slender hands roam over your developing curves. They move around you as if he’d never felt your body. Two years of dating and three years of marriage had made the two of you experts when it came to each other’s bodies. Though right now Hoseok seemed to be hesitant to let himself enjoy you like he did in the past.

“God, you're so perfect, Sunshine.” You led him to the bed that was in the middle of your room and sat him at the foot of it. He spread his legs on the edge of the bed which gave you the opportunity to slot yourself between his muscular thighs. He smiled up at you and let his hands settle on your small baby bump under the shirt you were wearing. He leaned forwards to press a couple of quaint kisses to the apex of your tummy.

“Thank you so much, beautiful.” His face nuzzled into your stomach and hummed into your warm skin.

Namjoon

You’d been lounging around your house all day watching Netflix and doing other random ‘busy work’ Namjoon asked you to do. Since you had gone onto maternity leave you had a lot of time on your hands, so your wonderful husband always came home with projects and things for you to keep busy around the house. Recently you had begun to decorate the nursery and the two of you had decided on the theme of the room. So you began to paint the walls to look like a forest, alongside some cute woodland creatures that are scattered across the room.

“Y/n baby, I’m home!” You heard the door open and your husband’s shoes hit the floor as he threw them on the ground after removing them. Ever since you had become pregnant, Namjoon was excited to get home and just spend time with you. Now that you were in the first week of your third trimester your husband had become extra protective of you. He made sure you were eating good foods, getting in the necessary amount of sleep and making sure to help you destress if you ever did manage to get wound up.

“Hey, hon I’m painting in the nursery.” The clap of Namjoon’s house slippers echoed through the house as he approached the room you were in.

“How’s it coming along?” He slid his arms under the straps of your overalls and massaged your straining shoulders. You rested your head on his large hand and enjoyed his impromptu massage.

“Pretty good I think, I just need to try to match this brown and a few other colors, but I have a pretty good idea of what I want it to look like.” You point with your palette knife in the direction of the deer you had been working on for the past few days. You and Namjoon stood looking at the doe. It seemed like time stopped as you both looked at the solitary animal.

“You and the doe have the same eyes.” He placed a small kiss on your collar bone and smiled into your skin. “Also, I like what you're wearing today.”

He grabbed the straps of your tank top and snapped them on your shoulder. You scoffed at his small transgression and patted his thigh behind you. A moan slipped out of Namjoon’s plush lips and a smug smile crept its way on your glowing face.

“Oh, now I know why you were excited to get home?” You shift back into his hold while his hands slither down to your inner thighs.

“Baby, I mean come on,” he whined “just look at you.” He kissed the nape of your neck “You look so beautiful pregnant, Mama. From the ways your eyes glitter, to the way your lips got plumper, even your hair shines more.”

“yeah okay kiss up old man. You’re still short and i’m still fat”

He ignored your sassy comment instead he takes in a deep breath and cups your breasts in his big hands. “Your chest too, and your wider hips. Hmm? Not to mention your belly, God you’re so damn gorgeous.”

“I love you Joon.”

“I love you too Bambi.”

Jimin

“Jagiya~ I have something for you.” Jimin sang into the quiet house. He walked for a little while anxious to see you.

“Y/n? Where are you, Angel??” He yelled out again into your shared apartment.

“I’m running a bath, Minnie. Join me?'' The water coming out of the faucet made the bubbles in the bath water swirl around in the tub. It had been a while since you got to spend some time with your husband so you thought to spoil your man. Things had been a little hectic. The boys were working on some music for the comeback and with you being close to the third trimester of your pregnancy, it didn’t help to reduce the stress Jimin was subjected to. So any chance you got you tried to make things easier for you husband since he had been extra loving and patient through your pregnancy. You heard a soft knock at the door and giggled.Even though you had been together for over five years, he still made you feel butterflies and giddy excitement when you got to spend time together.

“Come in, the bath is almost ready.” Jimin walks in hesitantly as if he was afraid of what was beyond the closed bathroom. You had set up a string of purple LED lights to give the room its ambient. Music also began to play softly. His hands are hidden behind his back and a goofy smile is plastered on his face as you approach him.

“I had a surprise for you, but I feel like you’ve got me beat.” He sets whatever he had in his hands on the countertop. He grabs onto your biceps and rubs them tenderly. “You are too good to me,” he affirmed as he rubbed his nose against yours. Your hands find the purchase of his waist and wrap tightly around it.

“Wait baby, what did you bring?” You rub small circles on the base of his spine. He shrugs out of your hold and grabs the small box from behind him and hands it to you. You pull at the pale pink ribbon and tear the wrapping paper.

“Jimin, you didn’t?” Inside the box was a small pale pink and blue Hanbok. Woven within the fabric of the skirt were threads of gold which shimmered when you moved the fabric around. Tears welled up in your eyes.

“I thought we could use this for when she turns one… you know for the Doljanchi ceremony.” Without hesitation you kiss his soft lips. You part your lips to allow your husband to explore your mouth with his tongue. You smile into the kiss.

“Let's get in the bath, yeah?” You nod and undress quickly. Jimin grabs your hand and leads you over and into the warm water. You sit down slowly with the guidance of your husband and he follows in to sit in front of you. He pats his legs and you hesitantly straddle his lap. You see a glimmer of lust in his eyes as they scan down your pregnant body. He cups your swollen breasts and rubs softly on your tender nipples. His head drifts down to nestle in bust.

“Fucking perfect.” He breathed out.

Taehyung

“Let me see you in the purple one?” He asked, though it sounded more like a command. You turn swiftly and grab the next pair of lingerie from the box Tae had brought home for you. The velvet fabric felt luxurious as you brought the bralette up against your chest. You had started to grow uncomfortable with your body since your baby bump started showing, and now that you had begun to produce milk your chest had become a problem area for you. Not that you didn’t like how you looked. You just weren’t used to having these new dimensions. You expressed this negativity to your husband, but he was having none of it and promised to make sure to always let you know how beautiful you looked even when you felt the opposite. That night the two of you stayed up just talking about your struggle and how these changes were affecting your mental health. So, you decided to really have patience with yourself and with the help of Taehyung you would find comfort in your body once again.

It had been a while since you had had that conversation with your husband and through your pregnancy you learned to thrive in your pre-partum body and found that you actually were enjoying your new figure. You felt confident. Even though the pregnancy had been difficult, you found a great amount of self-worth. Tae had noticed your shift in attitude and decided to help you grow even more comfortable in some more intimate situations.

You looked into the full-length mirror in your room and cautiously put on the lingerie that you had brought into the room. It fit you really well with the exception of your chest, you had grown a little and Tae hadn’t taken that into account. You fluff your hair and inspect your makeup before heading back to the living room where Tae was waiting for you. The patter of your feet is heard as you waddled towards your partner.

Tae sat comfortably on the couch, his legs were spread open and his hands grabbed at the back of his neck. His eyes seemed to be closed but his brow were furrowed. The light in the room made his honey skin glimmer. You noticed that he had undone one of the buttons on his white button up which exposed more of his soft golden skin.

“Tae, look please.” You said quietly as to not break the ambient of the room. His eyes open slowly as his head lifts off the back rest of the couch. He looks at you and lifts one hand up to cover his mouth.

“Fuck, you look good. Turn for me, sweetness. I bet the back looks just as good.” You nod at his request and turn slowly to face away from him. He hisses loudly at your appearance.

“Come here, sweetheart. I wanna see it up close.” His word had become slurred from what you assumed to be lust. You waddle as sexily as you could towards your husband. He chuckles softly at your attempt and grabs on to your rotund hips. His lips meet the apex of your baby bump where he places a hand up to your tender chest. His hand slides in between the fabric of your panties and your heat while the other reaches up to softly play with your engorged nipple through the velvet of the bralette.

“I’m such a lucky man, the mother of my babies.” He kissed around your exposed chest “My wife… is the most beautiful woman in existence. You don’t even know how grateful I am to be with you, Sweetness.”

Jungkook

Jungkook was so excited when he had found out you were expecting a child, so excited that he bought a brand-new camera just to take pictures of you throughout your pregnancy to see your tummy grow. Every day after work he made sure to take an aesthetic picture of you to eventually make a scrapbook to give to you for your next anniversary. Today he called you excitedly asking you to fill the bathtub with water, JUST water, he emphasized, so when he texted you that he was five minutes away you began to fill the tub with hot water. You hear the quiet buzz of the keypad as Jungkook put in the code to your apartment.

“Baby girl I’m home, did you fill the bathtub!” His voice ricocheted throughout the house.

“Yes, Bun I’m filling it up as we speak.” He set his bag down and took his camera and the lights and brought them with him to your restroom. He set the lights up and slung his camera around his neck.

“Baby, can you put on that pretty red robe, the really long one that’s transparent.” He looked down at you with his big bright eyes and sent you a loving smile. You walk out to your room and your husband continues fixing the bathtub. He grabbed a couple of the roses and removed the petals from the stem tossing the loose petals into the water. He took a few of the tea candles and placed them in the tub to see how they float in the bath. Content with the candles, he continued to fiddle with the color of the lighting until he found a setting that he knew would compliment your skin tone.

Your footsteps patter on the glossy tile. This alerted Jungkook to your presence. He turned to see you in the luxurious red garment. His eyes travel down the expanse of your body and he feels his member twitch in his grey joggers. He whispers a quiet wow under his breath. A flash of light reflects off the shiny tile. Jungkook looked down at his hands and noticed that his finger was on the shutter release.

“Eomeo.” He chuckled

“Get in the tub baby and just relax for me.” You reach out for Jungkook so he could help you get into the bath carefully. The fabric of your robe swirled around in the tub majestically, the rose petals splayed around your glowing figure. The candles bobbed softly around you, the set up made you feel expensive, luxurious, and sexy. You had to give it to Jungkook. He really had an eye for visual effect.

“I’m going to start okay?” He lifted the camera up to his face. He moved around you to find all of the best angles. Every once in a while, he’d give you instructions for the poses he wanted you in. After a couple of minutes, you begin to notice your husband's focus waning. Your gaze sweeps down his frame until your eyes land on his hardened member.

“Kookie, you’re hard.” You smile up at him innocently.

“How could I not be, Beautiful.” He walks up close to the tub. He reaches down to grab your chin with his thumb and forefinger. He pulls your face up to sear your lips in a passionate kiss.

“My baby girl is so sexy.” He bites harshly onto your bottom lip. “Seeing you like this… with your swollen breast, and your beautiful baby bump.” His hand reached down into the water and settles on your tummy.

“Just, I don’t know… I…it makes me want you so damn much.”

~AdMin

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edens-breathless-melodies-moved · 4 years ago

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words: 2.4k

pairing: azumane a. x f!reader

prompt: clothed sex + dry humping

warnings: cursing, dry humping, exactly one (1) spank, cumming in underwear (how pathetic), asahi being a whiny dom lmao

summary: being married to asahi had its advantages, especially seeing as he can custom make your clothes. but sometimes you just happen to look a little too good in them.

azumane asahi does not consider himself a vain or arrogant man, especially in his line of work. if anything, he’s too humble, often selling himself short of his accomplishments and shyly accepting praise.

gentle, understanding, sweet. it’s just in his nature and he’s always been like this for as long as he can remember.

despite his large stature and somewhat intimidating face, the truth of the matter is that azumane asahi is a massive teddy bear, and you wouldn’t change that for the world.

especially when that big teddy bear currently had you pressed up firmly against his desk in your home office, large hands gripping your clothed hips as he ground his aching cock against your ass desperately through his underwear.

a deep whine crawled from his throat as his grip tightened and he pulled you closer, panting in your ear before nipping it lightly.

you couldn’t help but follow his slow grind, head spinning in lust as you struggled to remember how you ended up in this situation.

——————

~ one hour previously ~

(e/c) eyes narrowed in concentration as you tried your hardest to not alert the large man in front of you of your presence. he continued to hum a light tune as he carried on measuring the piece of fabric for his newest design.

an evil smile curled your lips as you continued to creep behind him, stopping when you were just a couple of inches away from him.

this is gonna be good.

“boo!”

everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as you watched your husband seize up and throw his hands into the air in shock, the piece of fabric he had been measuring launching above your head as he let out a blood curdling scream.

you had to admit, the pitch of it was impressive, especially for a man his age and size. you watched as he whipped around in fear and the sheer look of shock and minute terror almost made you feel bad for scaring him so bad.

almost.

asahi shot you a weak glare as he clutched his chest, ignoring the loud cackling as he fought to calm his heart down before it beat straight out of his chest. he was way too young to have a heart attack.

you continued to cackle while pointedly ignoring the unamused look your husband was giving you. bending over swiftly you picked up the silky piece of fabric that flew from his hands and placed it back on the desk.

sighing dramatically, you plopped your body onto his lap, lightly clasping your hands around his neck as you smiled cheekily up at him.

asahi rolled his eyes but smiled softly anyways, bringing his arms around your waist to tug you further into his chest. he buried his nose in your hair and sighed in content. maybe he did need a break.

“y’know,” he muttered, gently rocking you in his arms as you closed your eyes in content. “there are better ways to tell me that you want attention without trying to give me a stroke, love.”

you snickered again before leaning forward and off his chest, twisting your abdomen so (e/c) eyes could lock with warm brown, and you couldn’t help but smile softly at him and roll your eyes as your brought your hand to his cheek.

he quirked an eyebrow questioningly as you began to softly stroke his cheek. “you’re right,” you muse, smiling warmly at him. asahi widened his eyes slightly in shock. you never agree with him so easily-

“but then who’s supposed to keep you on your toes and try to make you shit yourself at least twice a day?”

you finished nonchalantly and asahi groaned as he tossed his head back in defeat. there was definitely no winning with you.

you hummed softly to yourself as asahi completely slumped in his chair, defeated. curious eyes scan over the messy desk, old sketches and notes strewn over the surface.

you quietly appreciated his art and designs, admiring them all until a certain paper caught your eye.

brown eyes cracked open when he heard you let out a soft but excited squeal, wiggling in his lap to get a better look at the paper.

he saw your eyes glued to one of his newest designs and he could help but chuckle at the look of pure awe and amazement in your gaze. you always had a knack for attaching yourself to his favorites.

the design was for a great gatsby themed cocktail dress, the notes indicating that the material was made of velvet and you practically could feel how soft the fabric would be. the colors were mainly gold and black, accents of silver trailing up to the thin spaghetti straps that crossed into an “x” on otherwise bare back,

it ended just at the top of the figures thighs, the front of the dress having an elegant twist just below the bust and spreading into the ruched detailing on the sides. it looked absolutely stunning.

you let out a low whistle, quirking an eyebrow as your gaze never left the finished sketch.

“babe, i know i say this a lot, but you’ve really outdone yourself this time.”

your husband gives a sheepish smile before hiding his blushing face in your neck as you continue to stare at the sheet.

“it’s not that impressive, really...” he trails off, but before he could continue to self deprecate, you delivered a swift but firm chop to his head, causing him to splutter. (suga would be proud)

“what did i say about taking compliments?” you challenge him with a firm voice, and he sighs. “fine!” he exclaims before huffing childishly. “...i guess i did okay.” he murmurs as he rests his chin on your shoulder and you smile, having won.

bringing a hand up to gently stroke his hair, your voice audibly softens when you whisper your praise to him again. “it really is gorgeous, asa.” asahi’s heart melted at how soft you sounded, at how much love was in your words.

asahi constantly tells himself everyday how lucky he is to have you in his life, especially as his wife. he loves you so much it hurts his chest sometimes, and it warms him like nothing else when he knows you love him just as much.

you’re his biggest fan, always supporting him through all his trials and tribulations, no matter what. you like to call yourself his personal cheerleader and even joke around saying “you should design me an cheer uniform, that way my role will be taken official.”

speaking of wearing what he designs, asahi wraps his arms around your waist again, pulling you in close to bring his lips to your ear. “if you like it so much, could you do me a favor?”

you raise an eyebrow at him, staring down his blushing but determined face from the corner of your eye.

“hmm? and just what do you have in mind, love?”

~~~~~

your eyes seemed to be glued to the mirror, lips permanently dropped open as you took in the sight of your body in the exact same dress from your husband’s sketch.

fuck you looked hot.

asahi stood behind you, his tall frame towering over you as he smiled bashfully at your reflection, hand scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“i had already had the mind for you to model it for me to see how well it would look in person instead of just on paper.” his eyes trailed down your body as the dress hugged every one of your curves deliciously, and he couldn’t help but take a nervous gulp.

“but you always seem to exceed my expectations.” now it was your turn to blush as you turned away from the mirror, not missing the way his lips turned up in a light smirk at your pink cheeks.

you turn around to gaze up at him, admiring the way his eyes seem to twinkle behind his glasses as he smiled at you with love and pride. he looked so cute, being confident and all. you wanted to just eat him up.

asahi didn’t back away from you as you approached him slowly like a creeping lioness. he also didn’t back down from your heated gaze as you locked eyes with him, and a smile appeared on his lips when he saw you shiver at the same fire that was dancing behind his eyes, too.

you rested your chin on his chest as you stared up at him, big doe eyes gleaming up at him in innocence when you were anything but.

his arms wrapped around your frame and squeezed before one large hand trailed down the softness of your dress to settle on your ass, giving it a firm squeeze and delighting in the small moan you let out.

“you know,” your drawl, hands coming up to trail your nails down the expanse of his back lightly, enjoying the way he shivered as he stared back at you.

“i really like how this dress looks on me, but maybe i would look better if we took it off?”

——————

~ presently ~

you moaned as your husband continued to grind his clothed cock into your ass, voice catching when he angled just right to slip between your thighs and nudge against your clit.

you tried to wiggle out of his grasp, desperate to finally shed the dress that now felt too hot against your flushed skin and let him have his way with you, but it seemed like he had other plans for you.

his grip was vice like on your hips and you wouldn’t be surprised to see bruises tomorrow. if anything, it only fueled the fire that was coiling in your belly like a spring. soft asahi was hot, but a needy, dominant asahi was downright sinful.

asahi nipped your ear even harsher this time, a warning to keep still and behave. he continued to rut against your ass, biting back another whine at the delicious friction the soaked fabric felt against his weeping cockhead.

“asahi! please!” you whined, grinding your ass against him as your fingers gripped the edge of the desk harshly, hoping to convince him to let you go. “i wanna feel your cock inside me already! just take my dress off!” he chuckled at the whininess of your voice, but ignored your pleas.

he growled lightly when he felt you soaking through the cloth of his underwear, your slick already having destroyed your cute little thong you teased him with earlier when you stripped to put the dress on.

“why should i listen to you when all you do is bully and tease me, hm?” he muttered darkly into your ear, purposefully angling his bulge to jam right against your clit and groaning when you let out a high pitched moan. you knew he wasn’t gonna let go of you scaring him so easily.

“ i-i said i was s-sorryyy!” you wail as his hips stop grinding against you and instead begin to thrust at an even pace, his cock dragging along your clit with each pass.

the coil in your stomach was growing slowly, the pleasure you were receiving was enough to make you throb and keen, but not enough to push you over. you needed more.

asahi panted as he slightly sped up, some of his hair sticking to his forehead as he broke out into a sweat, the friction pushing him slowly to the peak, and though all he wanted was to just rip your underwear off and split you in two, he was gonna teach you a lesson.

“you say that everytime, darling,” he growled the last word into your ear, making you whine and soak through your destroyed panties even more. “but we both know you’re just gonna do it again.”

his hips picked up the pace until he was practically fucking you through your clothes, the slickness from your cunt and his precum allowing him to glide across your slit with ease as he pushed you both closer to the edge.

“a-as-a-hi!!” you squealed as he slapped his hips against your ass, eyes screwing shut as the friction sparked your clit deliciously, panting against the cool surface of the desk as all you could do was let him make you about to cum in your panties.

asahi was no better, choked whines and moans leaving his pink lips as he grit his teeth together in concentration, chocolate eyes drinking in the way you looked bent over his desk as his cock dragged against your clit, (s/c) skin glowing and complimenting the dress you were in, the one he designed.

he curled his body over yours, hips never stopping their pace as he placed kiss after kiss on your exposed back before sinking his teeth into your flesh, a loud whine ripping through him as he feels himself near his peak.

with one particularly hard thrust against your clit and one of his hands coming down to slam against your ass harshly, you came with a cry, nails digging into the wood of the desk as your legs trembled.

asahi choked as he came as well, shooting his hot cum into his already ruined boxers as he rested his sweaty forehead against your back, gasping for air as you both rode out the aftershocks.

you don’t know how long you both laid there catching your breath from such a surprisingly strong orgasm, but asahi was the first to move.

you whined at the loss of heat when you felt him pull away, but you all you got was a chuckle as he walked towards the bathroom connected to the office. you stayed in your slumped over position on the desk until you felt warm hands nudge your legs apart and slide your soaked panties down your legs.

you shuddered as asahi cleaned you gently with a wet wash cloth, wiping away the evidence of your little romp before tossing it in the direction of the bathroom and scooping you into his arms, making his way to the bedroom.

you nuzzle your face into his chest, and he can’t help but laugh as his cheeks tinge pink again at your words.

“you’re lucky i love you, otherwise i’d kill you for making me cum in my panties.”

he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before settling you down onto the cool sheets. he had a mischievous but warm glimmer in his eyes.

“it’s alright love, you made me cum in mine, too.”

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rabunnzelwrites · 4 years ago

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COME HOME WITH ME ( Underswap! Sans x Reader )

Without Queen Toriel on the overworld, seas grew higher whilst the number of crops tumbled low. People were fighting, turning on each other like the wind just for a something to eat. Many wished for the return of the Queen but there was no sign of the train, she was bound to the underground with her king. With this, people lost hope of the return of their queen, of the warm springs and orange falls.

Y/N’s legs swung their legs in boredom, watching amongst the crowd of pub dwellers warm up from the harsh winter. Heavy boots clunked against the hardwood floor, wandering around with a tall white candle in hand. Y/N was small, quite young amongst the group they seemed to be mingled with.

“Anyone got a match?” they asked amongst the group, only a grumble in response. Many were hasty with sharing what little they had, but it seemed like a small creamed colored rabbit happily handed a small box with only a few sticks left inside. They thanked the small creature and lit their candle, only for the flame to flicker out as quickly as its flame sparked high. Annoyed, they tried once more, only to be left with a similar result. The third time ended up being successful, maybe the saying ‘third time’s the charm’ held some truth after all. Y/N cupped their hands over the small flame, the frostbite in their fingertips melting away. A moment to relax is all.

In the corner of the room, a small blue skeleton seemed to be gazing over at the disheveled traveler with their hands warming over the pillar candle. He has taken an interest to them, seemingly keeping an eye socket on them the moment they stepped foot into the pub. He was never one to make a move on a person ( especially one who was so pretty ), shyly keeping to himself most of the time.

A hand grasped on to his shoulder, turning to see a dapperly dressed skeleton behind him. Papyrus, messenger of the Underground and his brother. Although the skeletal monster naturally had his face fixated into a smile, there was a glint in his eyes whilst he looked down on the smaller skeleton.

“You Wanna Talk To Them?” His voice was more hushed than usual, strange for the monster but despite that, the smaller skeleton nodded nervously.

“Sans,” Papyrus called to him one more.

“Don’t...Come On...Too Strong.” There was a slight pause between each of his words, hoping his advice would stick to his younger brother but alas, Sans decided shrugged it off.

He was stumbling towards the stranger, trying to piece together the words he would start with. There wasn’t anything he could think of that could sway their attention towards him, what do say when someone was that gorgeous looking- even if Y/N’s attention was nowhere near the skeleton. With hesitation, Sans pulled a crumbled piece of paper from his pocket, his fingers tremble as he tore apart each piece and twisted them into a crude looking flower.

Flower in hand, Sans looked at Y/N nervously before extending his arm out awkwardly. Many bar-goers seemed to stare at the monster with confusion and yet, Y/N was clueless to the skeleton beside them.

“Come home with me.” Immediately their head cocked around to Sans, low grumbles of laughter from patrons surrounding the two.

“Who are you?”

“The man who’s gonna marry you,” Y/N felt their face scrunch, turning red from embarrassment. What nerve did this skeleton to commit to such a grand gesture, to a stranger of all things? “I’m Sans Serif.”

“Is he always like this?” Y/N called out into the crowd, only to have a distant ‘Yes’ answer their question. They let out a quiet snort, shaking their head in amusement.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Your name’s like a melody...” A grin cracked upon his face, a light blue flushing over his bones.

“A singer is that what you are?”

“Oh, I also play the lyre.” He chirped up excitedly, though Y/N seemed to be less than happy with this answer- only the same shit eating grin on their face.

“Oh a liar AND a player too,” The simple pun earned a few laughs from the fellow patrons, with Papyrus in the background internally crumpling himself up. How was Sans this terrible at flirting.

“No no no, I’m not like that-.” Papyrus was quick to interject into the conversation, taking over for his older brother, hoping to steer the conversation back north. “He’s not like any man, you’ve ever met- tell her what you’re working on.”

Sans felt his eyes light up with stars, nervously he rambled on about the epic, the song that will fix all the troubles up above. To bring Toriel back from the Underground, take what’s broken and make it full again. The ones who earlier laughed at the young skeleton seemed to light up when hearing him talk, as if the hope that was once drained from them, was filling up once more. A song so beautiful, it brings nature into tune, back into time- and how the flowers will bloom, when they takes his hand.

He held out the same ripped up paper rose to them once again, hoping a different response.

“Oh, he’s crazy...why would I take his hand?” Y/N turned to Papyrus, who shrugged nonchalantly before opening his mouth. “Maybe because he’ll make you feel alive.”

They weren’t sure but the deal seemed like so much more than any candle or match, after all the cold winters where it felt like their bones would break.

“Alive? That’s Worth a lot...” They were deep in thought before looking over at the skeleton. “What else you got?”

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sunnysviolin · 4 years ago

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Kel and Aubrey going around interacting with people to learn about the different cultures everywhere as they travel, wearing cultural outfits, participating in cultural activities, just having an overall good time...

Would they be good at any cultural dances? Since they're traveling to Spain first, I can just imagine Aubrey in a flamenco dress with Kel as they just dance together and enjoy themselves (or maybe Kel wearing the dress- or maybe both of them wearing dresses-)

...I kinda wanna draw them dancing around together now.

-from a videogame-world traveling anon

nonnie.....nonnie wait....if you drew something we created together I would be SO EMO WAIT!!! No oh my god like my brain literally just exploded like art?? ART??? I wanna be able to draw so bad...but I can’t I just gotta continue on w my lil writing bits....here take some more writing bits nonnie

*Singing to myself* This got lonnng againnnn I’m putting itttt under a readdd moreeeee

Kel’s parents are....less than pleased to find out their son isn’t directly going to college like Hero did, and they make that known.

They don’t approve of his choice to take at least one gap year. They don’t approve of him not continuing his education. They don’t approve of him throwing away his life for that bad girl that spent so many years terrorizing him. Even two years after changing her ways, Aubrey is still regarded as a nuisance among the town old timers. Kel’s parents tell him plainly that they don’t approve of Aubrey, and they won’t be changing their mind.

Which leads to Kel having a minor breakdown and finally admitting what he’s known his whole life- that he will never be good enough to measure up to Hero, and he’s finally tired of trying to be someone he’s not. He isn’t Hero and he never will be, but for once he wants being Kel to be good enough.

Seeing their bright positive middle child finally crack under the weight they’ve been unintentionally laying on him is...it’s painful. Kel’s parents never meant to make it a competition between their sons, they just wanted what was best for both of them.

Having Kel sobbing at their dining room table at 3:00 am on the night of his high school graduation teaches them that they might not know what’s best for Kel after all.

So...yeah the talk the morning after that is filled with a lot of awkward pausing. Kel isn’t used to sharing his true feelings, and he isn’t used to exposing anything other than cheerful hope. Ultimately they come to an agreement. Kel can go with Aubrey, follow her and his heart on their crazy plan, but he has to spend the year before they leave working and earning and not just hanging around the house

That was Kel’s plan anyway, so he’s ecstatic. He calls Aubrey immediately after, and she comes over so they can plan things out together

That year before they leave is definitely not easy. They’re working multiple retail and menial labor jobs, spending 12-15 hours a day on their feet in steamy kitchens, being screamed at by rude customers, and delivering so. many. pizzas.

At some point in that year Aubrey and her mother have the inevitable fight that has been coming her whole life, and her mother kicks her out. Aubrey shows up in the middle of the night with her things next to her. Kel’s mother welcomes her inside and gets her a cup of tea. Kel wakes up and comes downstairs the next day to see his partner curled up asleep on the couch under a blanket his mother had just finished knitting

His mother doesn’t explain anything (”It’s her story dear not mine”) but after Aubrey comes to stay with them his parents warm to her quickly. Aubrey and Kel are allowed to share the room that Hero and he once shared, but they’re adamant that the beds stay on opposite sides

((He and Aubrey fit cramped but happy into his twin bed every night, but she always wakes up early to switch beds in order to be respectful to his parents wishes))

Soon enough its the afternoon before their journey is beginning (They decided to redeye to Sevilla). They have hostel confirmation numbers for a dozen different European countries, a thick binder of plans and itineraries, and a joint account that has a surprising amount of money in it.

Turns out working 15 hours a day, taking only your eight paid vacation days, and having all of your dates be creative free dates in the five hours a week you both have off together means that you are able to acquire quite the nest egg. Kel’s parents sit them down at the dining room table, and his father is shocked to see how this year has shaped Kel.

It’s a strange thing to see your son as an adult for the first time. It didn’t feel strange when it was Hero, he always expected it from Hero. Seeing it in Kel rocked him.

They drive the two young adults (calling them kids now feels...wrong) to the airport and make them promise to call and write daily.

There’s an undeniable energy and excitement as they board the plane. He and Aubrey breathe an audible sigh of relief. They shouldn’t, but they sleep on the plane. After a year of running, they’ve earned it

OKAY SO THAT WASN”T AT ALL WHAT YOU ASKED FOR....HERE HAVE DANCE LESSON HEADCANONS

Aubrey planned for everything, so she planned that they would need at least two days to recover when they finally got to Spain. The first two days are spent in a combo of sleeping and eating fantastic food and finally being able to spend a full night in bed together instea of sneaking unsuccessfully around Kel’s parents.

She splurged and got them a private room at their first hostel in Sevilla. It was more expensive, but ultimately so very very worth it.

But day three is when they start to explore. They finally venture off of the block around their hostel and began to deep dive into the tiny back paths of the city. They meet a nice handful of locals who invite them to breakfast the next morning (Kel’s spanish speaking skills are undeniably useful to them in this moment)

And that night...that night is the beginning of the wish fulfillment she’s waited for since she was five years old. A flamenco lesson that promises an authentic experience, real outfits, and a party for all involved at the end. Aubrey was frugal with accomodations, but she spared no expense when it came to the experiences. Especially this one.

Flamenco is traditionally a single dance with one woman, but she asked and Kel is allowed to come if he likes. The instructor in charge recognizes Aubrey from her call, and drags Kel over to where another man sits with a guitar. He and the man begin to converse in Spanish, and Kel seems to be rapidly making plans. He’s fine with only watching for tonight, this is her dream

Aubrey is thrust into a room with a bunch of other tourists, even a few from her own state, and a gaggle of women who work at the studio. They show her a row of gorgeous traditional dresses, an overwhelming rainbow of frills and explosions of color.

Aubrey has let her hair go back to it’s natural color by this point, and her long dark locks catch the eye of one of the instructors who pulls her over to a corner of the rack of dresses. The instructor winks at her and pulls out a dress. It’s perfect.

Kel is also having a fantastic time. He and the guitar player who’s name is Raphael are discussing guitar playing. Raphael wants to teach Kel to play himself so “He can play for his lady when she wants to dance for him again”

All conversation stops when Aubrey walks out.

The others are dolled up as well, but Kel only has eyes for his girl. Her dress is black, hugging to her waist and her body. As the ruffles of the dress begin on her arms and her legs, the dress goes from black to a striking bright red. Around her wrists and on her neck is bright gold jewlery, gleaming against her skin.

Aubrey’s dark hair is wrapped up in a bun with a series of pink to red carnations following the curve of her hair. Her lips are tinged with maroon lipstick.

Kel is left speechless. Aubrey asks him something and Kel just has to nod and try to catch his breath. The rest of the group giggle at their antics, and Aubrey rolls her eyes at him. She presses a kiss to his cheek, maroon imprint left in its wake, and then she is over with the other girls in front of the instructor.

Raphael begins to play at the instructors insistence

The dance lesson is fun. Even just watching Kel has fun. Aubrey normally has a hardness in her eyes, a tightness in her shoulders as if she’s always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Within minutes of the instructors careful praise and guidance Aubrey is loose and even giggling. Kel hasn’t heard a sound like that from her since they were children.

At the end the group performs the dance all together to a raucuous applause form Kel, Raphael, and the instructor. Then they all go to the patio behind the studio which has been decked out in warm golden lanterns with a table of food prepared.

Raphael begins to play again and the others mingle close to the food. Aubrey takes Kels hand and they go to a separate corner of the dance floor. They don’t dance in any particular way, just holding one another and rocking to the melody. Her hair has begun to come out of it’s tight bun, but her eyes are bright with happiness and she can’t manage to stop smiling

That night under the glow of the lanterns is the night they first say they love each other. It was a given, they already knew it, but those words are saccharine sweet against their lips as Kel holds Aubrey close to him and they spin while the music plays.

#videogame-world traveling anon #asks #anon #omori #omori headcanons #omori headcanon #i guess #omori au #world travel au #kelbrey #omori kel #omori aubrey #omori kels parents #This is cute #I love this sm

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noctuascion · 5 years ago

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I'm gonna make 2 requests, because I'm greedy and a little Cryptage starved right now. Also, you write so good and you have this way of turning a phrase that makes me super jealous so here goes. 1) FAKE DATING! Just... always with the fake dating. 2) Not sure how the lore works on your au but if it's applicable, either vamp crypto accidentally exposing wolf mirage to silver or wolf mirage exposing vamp crypto to sunlight.

;; Be as greedy as you want, sweetums. I love writing your prompts and also love you so it works out. uwu

Also, anything to keep me from falling asleep lol

I'll write your second request in a different post, but it'll be a bit. I write kinda slowly chjdjw ;;

Elliott Witt has had a lot of things happen to him. He's had first loves, first kisses, first everythings. He's done a lot in his life, but, in all his years of living and loving, he didn't think fake dating his rival would ever make the list. It did, though, as much as both of them resented it.

One of the promotional managers had called them in for a quick meeting. Basically, he laid down that they were to start appearing in public more and that they were doing it together. At first, Elliott had been on board. Having more time in the limelight sounded amazing, but then came in Park, who was now going to be his boyfriend.

Now, he's not saying Park's disgusting or revolting or that he isn't comfortable enough with his sexuality to be able to freely hug and tell his buddies he loves them (because, well, his only friends are a lesbian and a drug addict for the most part), but he's straight, a ladies man! Sure, the kid's pretty and everything, but he's not feminine either. He has his own special type of charm that's not entirely easy to put into words. (He has nice legs, though. Elliott will give him that much.)

He's glad, though, that he's not the only one entirely against this. Park managed to miss a lot of meet 'n greets, forgoing seeing his fans and opting out of photo shoots. He's rarely seen in public, and, if he is, he looks about as shady as a drug dealer—hiding his face, oversized clothing, etc. He hates the spotlight, Elliott quickly figured out, and that was his only real issue with this whole ordeal.

And when Elliott pointed out that he seemed to be perfectly fine with dating him, he called him what he assumes are curse words and insults in his native tongue before telling him he'd sooner date Nox.

However, their word was final, and the two were now a "couple" in the eyes of the public. Their fellow competitors were allowed insight on their little "agreement," and they did what any supportive friends would do: they laughed and wished the new couple a happy life.

Today was their first official "date" as a couple, so Elliott intended for it to be at least somewhat decent for them. He was aware Park hated public places, but they wanted them to be seen in public together. He couldn't please both parties, so he decided a small, family restaurant would be their destination. There wasn't a lot of people that normally visited, but Elliott was a personal fan of the food served there. The atmosphere was warm and friendly and he's sure Park would appreciate that much.

Why am I trying so hard again…?

Shrugging, he pulled on his second nicest jacket—a nice yellow shade that went well with his white shirt and blue jeans. His hair was done up in its usual style, though he lacked the goggles he normally wore, so his hair fell in his eyes a bit. He was sure Park wasn't going to try too hard, so he didn't either. It was a casual outing, after all; no need for either to wear anything extravagant.

Well, Elliott was wrong when Park met up with him wearing a white turtleneck, a nice black blazer, and matching slacks. He suspects a turtleneck because he's at least trying to hide his cybernetic implantations without being too obvious and still looking like effort was put in. There was such a stark color difference, though—he felt like the sun next to the moon.

"Oh, h-hey, you look…" Elliott trailed off, unsure if he should give a genuine compliment or play it off like a joke—but he's already stuttered, so he may as well commit, "… good—you dress up nice."

"Paquette and Wraith helped." He huffed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I wouldn't have put in so much effort otherwise."

"Such a heartbreaker, Kim."

Elliott chuckled before reaching out and opening the door, gesturing for him to hop inside his car. The hacker rolled his eyes before slipping inside, the trickster shutting it before hurrying to the other side.

"Where are we going?" Park asked once Elliott was inside, turning the engine on and beginning to leave the complex.

"I know you don't like public places, and a movie is a terrible first date, so I picked out a small family restaurant that has some of the best lemon cakes I've tasted. Not to mention some people will see us, together, so it'll make the higher-ups happy, y'know?"

"Hm. You're smarter than I thought you were."

"I'm full of surprises, sugar."

"Don't push your luck with this 'dating' thing, Witt."

"Oh! That reminds me—we should probably establish some boundaries." Elliott took a right, keeping his eyes on the road but focus elsewhere. "Personally, I don't really care. So long as we don't have sex, I think I'm good otherwise. How about you?"

"No kissing, holding hands, touching in general, stupid pet names, or sex."

"… Well, you've eliminated every possible way of showing we're 'dating.' Anymore you wanna ban there, kid?" Elliott sighed, stopping at a red light and looking over to where Park was seated, glaring out the window. "This is definitely more like a friendly outing, if anything, but no one's gonna talk about us if we just seem like friends. Higher-ups will have our necks."

"I take back what I said earlier. You're an idiot if you think I care about whether or not they're happy with what I do."

"All right, fair point. Can we at least hold hands? That shouldn't be too much to ask."

Park sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and sinking into his seat. "Fine. If it'll get them out of our business, we can do that. But only for a few seconds."

"Gotcha. Man, whoever dated you in the past must've been as touch-adv—avd—ad—ad… adverse as you."

"…"

"… Holy shit—you've never dated anybody."

"Shut up."

"No, no, that just makes this whole thing worse!" Elliott began driving again once the red light changed to green. His eyes returned to the road as well, though he was no less focused on the topic at hand. "You're experiencing a date for the first time with someone you don't even like, a-and that's not fair!"

"I—"

"No, y'know what? No, you're getting a date. Getting everything! You're getting the ol' Mirage charm, gonna get swept right off your feet."

"Witt—"

"No buts! You're being dragged out of your cave and getting screwed out of a first date with someone you're actually interested in. The least I can do is be as good to you as possible."

Park only stared at him, silent, before an amused breath left him, letting himself smile. "Okay."

—;;

Park wasn't a conversationalist, Elliott quickly found out. He was very quiet and reserved, which didn't help much either. He was, however, a great listener, and Elliott loved to talk, so, in a way, it worked out for the better.

The small restaurant they were seated in was relatively quiet, but they could hear hushed whispers about them being together, seated in a secluded booth that helped alleviate any anxiety Park might have with being seen by a bunch of people.

The holographic expert had ordered himself a steak, medium rare, with a salad on the side. He opted out for any alcohol, since he was the driver and he had no idea if Park was comfortable dealing with someone drunk, so all he ordered was some tea. Park, though, only asked for steak fries and a soda.

"Y'know," Elliott said after taking a sip of his tea, "you should get more meat in your diet. Helps build muscle, gets some meat on your bones."

"Hm…"

"C'mon! You also never join us for dinner. Or lunch—or, actually, I don't… see you eat. You eat, right?"

"Yes."

Elliott hummed in suspicion, a hand smoothing down his beard, though Park's stoic gaze didn't relent any. "All right… What do you normally eat?"

"Usually from whatever takeout menu is closer."

"… How are you even standing right now?" Elliott looked sad for a moment before shaking his head. "Let's make a quick deal here—"

"We've already made a deal."

"Let's make another. If you agree to come out of your cave for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I'll agree to do whatever you want. Anything. Well, except really bad stuff. Like, I won't kill someone. Too far."

It was Park's turn to hum, taking a sip from his straw, before placing the glass on the table. "I benefit from this more than you do."

"I get the benefit of helping my sweet sugar plum get better, even if it's just a little bit."

Park raised a brow. "What did I say about pushing luck?"

"Ya love me. You wouldn't leave me on our date like this… Well, I hope not."

Park wanted to roll his eyes, say "I would and I will," but he didn't. He kept silent, giving Elliott a look, who seemingly took the hint and changed subject.

"So, have you ever been asked out before?"

"Isn't that a bad topic for dates?"

"Just curious. Feel free to not say. Besides, it's not a real date."

"Don't let them hear you say that." Park stirred his drink with his straw absentmindedly, watching it fizz up at his ministrations. "No, no one's ever asked me out."

"Really?"

"You sound surprised."

Elliott laughed in disbelief. "Well, yeah! I mean, you're…"

"What?"

"I dunno—gorgeous, beautiful, cool and mysterious! You'd think girls would be all over you."

"I'm not exactly pleasant to be around, Witt. I'd think you'd have figured that out by now."

The trickster waved a hand, like he was denying Park's claim. "You're rough around the edges, but you're not horrible." He shrugged, taking another sip from his drink. "I'm sure someone out there's just dying to wanna date you! Or maybe you haven't met them yet. Who knows!"

Park let another faint smile curl his lips, looking into his drink. "Who knows, indeed."

—;;

Day two of their time as a couple was during a duos match (of course it was just them), and Elliott had counted this as possibly his most unlucky match.

They had landed at Epicenter and Park landed on top of the tower, alone, and Elliott landed on the ground with two other squads, one consisting of Nox and Octavio and the other being Natalie and Ajay. Nox had trained his sights on him immediately and began chasing him down (the sadistic bastard), and he had to rush to find a gun. All he could find was a P2020, and it wasn't exactly a fair match against the scientist's Spitfire.

Neither of them had any shields, but just a couple of shots from the toxic trapper's gun was enough to down him, slipping on ice and colliding with the hard ground.

"Oh—fuck!" the trickster cursed, trying to crawl away from the man towering over him. "C-C'mon, Caustic, don't you have anyone else to shoot at?"

"No."

"That's a lie and you know it."

However, before Nox could kill him off, the sound of a Sentinel going off, following by Nox quickly being down, sent a wave of relief through his system, looking over onto the cliff to see Park perched atop it, the bolt-action sniper in his hands.

No scope. That's kinda hot.

The hacker had shot off a few more rounds, and Elliott could hear Octavio shout in pain, before he began sliding down the hill, swapping out his sniper for a Wingman. The revolver was shot off twice before Nox's death box suddenly popped up in front of him, signaling the end of that squad.

However, they still had Natalie and Ajay, though they'd been injured by Octavio. They were clinging to D.O.C.'s healing up until Park tosses a grenade where they were healing. Natalie hadn't escaped fast enough, and she ended up downed, whereas Ajay was only injured.

She put up a fight, firing off her Alternator with frightening precision, and, had Park not hit his shots, he would've been killed off.

However, the man calmly approaching his fallen teammate was enough of an indicator that he won that battle, only a few wounds and scratches indicating his prior struggle.

"Kid, if I didn't know better," he said, pausing to let out a grunt at the syringe being plunged into his chest, "I'd think you're trying to show off and steal my heart."

For a moment, Park was silent, helping Elliott back to his feet, before a smirk crossed those dashing fractures, looking up at the other with a faint sense of mirth dancing in his eyes.

"Did it work?"

For once in his life, Elliott was left stunned, mouth open, unable to formulate a response, before the surveillance expert left to loot.

He regained his senses after a moment, blinking himself back into reality, and shutting his mouth.

Kid's full of surprises.

—;;

Their third date wasn't for the public. Their third date wasn't even suggested by Elliott. Park had just grabbed Elliott by the arm, dragged him out to god-knows-where, late at night, and laid down on a small hill. He didn't say anything, didn't give any explanation, and, honestly, Elliott didn't expect anything less. He just laid down beside the other, looked up at the stars, and let out a breath.

However, as Park's own mind was clear, hands resting on his stomach and a leg bent at the knee, Elliott's own was filled with thoughts of confusion, his hands behind his head, acting as a pillow.

Park was such a strange guy. One day, he acts like he's the bane of his existence, and, the next, he's smiling and making quips that make Elliott's heart race. Elliott's been with a lot of people, and he's learned a lot from his time with them, but there's never been a time where they've made him feel like… this.

They never badger him about his gross, smelly hair spray, they never playfully banter with him, they never push him off of exploding trains, and they certainly never made him speechless, never made him feel like he lost the ability to function. They never treated him like a person. They always just treated him like… Mirage.

"Hyeon?"

"Hm?"

"I don't think I'm straight."

"Mm. What makes you say that?"

"Because I think I'm in love with you."

Park smiled, letting out a quiet laugh. "You don't even know how I feel about you."

"I don't. You're weird, and you're never forward w-with how you feel, but… I just… thought you should, y'know, know, since we're doing this whole… thing."

"Mm. The fake dating thing?"

"The fake dating thing, yeah."

"… Do you want it to be fake anymore?"

Elliott turned into his side, Park own head moving to meet his gaze. "No."

"Mm. Good." Park's head turned back to the stars, shutting his eyes. "Neither did I."

#apex legends #cryptage #oops this was really long !!!#but that's okay #i hope you at least enjoyed my gross cheesy cliché nonsense #i'll get to working on the other one i promise #maybe make it a little shorter lol #lenardo does a write

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bourbonboredom · 5 years ago

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A Reason To Believe Chapter 9

Being an undercover officer is a perilous job and Flip Zimmerman knows this far too well. He keeps his romantic life limited to one-night stands, never letting anyone get too close. That all starts to change when he meets a vivacious Jewish woman named Elle just as he’s about to take on a seriously dangerous undercover job; infiltrating the KKK. Elle and his undercover work make him question things he’d never thought to before and challenge him to see the world, and himself, in a whole new light.

A Flip x OC Fic

Word Count: 3,817

Warnings: slurs

I told you way back in Fifty-two

That I would never go with you

I hear you knocking but you can't come in

I hear you knocking, go back where you been

(x)

Flip was certain last night had been a dream.

Every night for the last week, he’d dreamed of Eliana returning to him. She would run her delicate fingers through his hair and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. Every morning he’d wake up in an empty bed, the blankets never feeling quite warm enough around him. His dreams were swept away with the morning sun, only to be seen again after nightfall and a fourth of whiskey.

It took him a moment to realize he was not dreaming as she slowly woke to the feeling of her curls tickling his face. He fought to keep his eyes closed, instinctively holding onto any memory of her that lingered. Except when he opened his eyes, she was still there.

The realization that the events of last night were not his mind tricking him came forth. Her showing up at his door, him telling her about his undercover work, her telling him that she loved him back, it came flooding back to him. This was real. Eliana was there with him.

And she loved him too.

He wrapped his arms around her small frame, bringing her closer. Bare skin rested against bare skin, the blankets around the two of them like a cocoon of warmth. She stirred slightly as he pressed a kiss into her curls. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled when she saw he was awake too.

“Morning handsome,” Her voice was thick with sleep as she nuzzled into his neck.

“Morning gorgeous,”

“I’m not ‘Trouble’ this time?” She asked, pressing light kisses up his neck.

“No, not currently,” He smiled as her kisses travelled from his neck to his jawbone and eventually to his lips.

He didn’t care about morning breath or the sleep still in his eyes, her lips against his was all he could think about. His cock, already half hard, was starting to stir. It pressed against her thigh and she smiled into the kiss, giggling as she moved her hand to stroke it lazily. He moaned, his hands palming at her soft breasts. As she stroked him, she threw her leg over his and began rocking against his thigh. He felt her grow wet against him and he wanted to bury his head between her thighs and call it breakfast.

He wanted to wake up this way every morning for the rest of his life. Before Eliana, he felt the need to rush out after spending the night at a partner’s place. Work was a good excuse when needed, but most of the time it was the truth. He had a demanding job that would sometimes give him strange hours. Some of the more serious girlfriends didn’t appreciate that, and there was a small nagging in the back of his mind that Elle might not like it sometimes either. But right now, it was the weekend and nothing was going to get in their way. They could spend all day in bed if they wanted. Logically, he knew she had a shift scheduled for later that day but he was ready to call the hospital with some half-assed excuse in order to spend the day between her thighs.

He thought he heard a knock at his front door but chose to ignore it, the feeling of bliss stronger than his sense of obligation. A hand wandered down her stomach to swipe across her core, causing her to buck up to him. He wanted to make her clench around him like she did last night.

The knock came again, making both of them still as they listened.

“I should probably get that,” He admits.

“Mmmm probably,” She lets go of his cock, making him sigh at the lack of touch.

The knocking continued and he grumbled as he crawled out of the warm bed. He threw on the crumpled pair of jeans that were on his floor from last night and an old t-shirt. He sat back on the bed and leaned over to grab at her.

"Stay right here, I'll be back for you in a second," He said, punctuating his words with kisses along her stomach.

"Answer the door you sap," She laughed, giving him a little push.

He got up, closing the bedroom door behind him, he didn't want anyone else seeing her like that. That was for his eyes only. The knocking continued, growing louder and more persistent. If whoever was there didn't stop soon, his neighbors would be coming out to complain. The last thing he needed was more people keeping him from getting back into bed with Elle. He swung the door open not even bothering to check the peephole.

Felix stood there in front of him with his hand still poised to knock.

Fuck.

He felt the color drain from his face, this couldn't be happening right now. His mind raced as he attempted to gain control of the situation before it got too far gone.

“Felix! Hey!” He greeted the man as casually as he could muster.

"Look like I found your place this time Stallworth," He grinned. "Glad to see your address checked out,"

Fuck, he'd forgotten he'd given his address out yesterday after Felix had showed up at the real Ron Stallworth’s place. This was a disaster, he had to fix this.

“Of course it checked out, it's my place," He said, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe to block the entrance.

"Well, you gonna invite me in?" Felix asked, a dangerous look in his eye that manage it apparent that it wasn't really a question.

"Its nine in the fuckin morning, can you come by another time? Maybe when I didn’t just wake up?” He could not have this lunatic peaking around his place, especially with his Jewish girlfriend naked in bed in the next room.

"Just for a minute, I wanna see how our newest recruit is holding up when he’s not with us,” Felix insisted, making it obvious he wasn't going to leave.

He took a quick glance to make sure the bedroom door was still shut before assessing the situation in front of him. He couldn't do anything that would blow his cover, but he absolutely refused to put Elle in harm’s way. As long as that door stayed shut and she stayed quiet, he could pull this off. He had to.

He leaned off the door and walked back into his tiny living area. Felix followed close behind, his eyes darting around to take everything in. Flip was suddenly thankful he’d remembered to take all his case files back to the office, leaving no police memorabilia visible. He watched Felix move around the room slowly, him looking over everything as if running through it with a fine tooth comb. He was probably looking for hidden Star of Davids or something else that would give away his identity, but Flip’s decidedly secular residence was all that was apparent.

"Nice place you got here," Felix finally commented, seeming satisfied.

"It's alright. The rent’s good and its a nice neighborhood, if you know what I mean,” He responded, staying in character despite his brain wanting him to scream GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY APARTMENT.

Felix’s next move was to peruse through Flip’s minuscule kitchen. The bottle of whiskey still sat on the table from last night, which earned him a “nice” before the wiry man opened his fridge and started looking inside.

"The fuck are you looking for?” He came right up behind him, trying to see what Felix could be looking for.

“Checkin' to make sure you don't have any Jew foods here," He responded simply, moving to the cabinets.

What a fucking weirdo. Luckily, his cabinets were pretty bare. He didn't cook much, most of his meals consisted of TV dinners or were late night diner runs after long shifts. And up until last week, him and Elle had been eating together at least twice a week, with her sending him home (when he went home) with leftovers.

He mentally checked over his kitchen to remember if he had any old matzoh laying hidden in a cabinet. Felix’s check revealed that he didn’t.

"You know you're not gonna find any Jew food here, don't be stupid," He reasoned, speaking in a louder tone so Elle would maybe hear. He hoped she had the sense to stay put.

"Never hurts to check," Felix responded, closing the last cabinet.

“You gonna check my bathroom too? Look for toothpaste with little stars in it?” Flip knew he shouldn't be mocking the man, but this was ridiculous. Even if he’d been alone in the apartment at the time, he would have been annoyed by the intrusion.

The klansman just smiled at him and walked to the bathroom to poke his head in. Flip didn’t even have a medicine cabinet in the mirror, that room took no time to check over. He popped his head back out in no time flat, smiling to him in a way that had Flip thinking he’d done it more to aggravate him than actually look around.

Then Flip watched the man’s beady eyes flick toward the bedroom door.

"What's in there?" He asked, voice sporting a dangerous edge under the polite tone.

Flip’s heart was in his throat. This could not be happening.

"My bed? You think I sleep on the fuckin couch?” He mustered.

Felix walked over to the door, hand resting on the handle. Before he could turn it, Flip began to speak loudly.

"Why are you trying to see my bedroom, you a fag or something?" He challenged, moving to stand in his way if he had the gall to turn the handle any more.

“Oh, you got fag stuff in there Stallworth?" He shot back.

"Fuck no, but you wanting to see where I sleep is fuckin’ weird. Women only beyond this point,” This conversation was ridiculous, this whole situation was ridiculous. Please let this be the end of it.

“How can I be sure you ain’t hiding anything in here. I’m sure the guys wouldn’t be happy if they knew you were keepin’ stuff from them,” Felix’s mouth twisted into a sick smile, his teeth barred like a wild animal. His hand twisted together around the doorknob, pushing it open when the knob was fully turned.

This was it. If Felix saw Elle, Flip was prepared to fight for both her life and his own. He would kill the man if he had to, he decided in that moment. His posture tensed as the door creaked open and the bedroom was revealed little by little. Felix entered the room and he followed quickly behind him, ready to take the man down.

Flip’s eyes immediately shot to the bed, expecting to see a confused and terrified Eliana under the sheets looking back at him. Instead he saw…nothing?

She wasn't anywhere to be found, not even her clothes were present. He felt a sudden sigh of relief, she'd hidden somewhere, somehow. Smart girl. He turned to Felix, who was standing in the center of the room with his hands on his hips.

"Satisfied? I’m obviously not hiding anything. Now you look like a fuckin’ faggot tryin’ to get into my bedroom. Can I go to sleep now? Or are you gonna lay in my bed first?” He threw his hands up at Felix, who gave the room a last once-over.

“Don’t you fuckin’ wish,” He chuckled before smiling at him. "You're off the hook. For now. See you at the next meeting Stallworth,”

"Yeah yeah, I'll be there if I can get some fuckin’ sleep first,” He followed Felix out to the front door, towering over him incase he decided to try and look around some more.

They got to the front door, Flip just about to shut it as Felix’s hand darted out to keep it open. He leaned in the frame, taking one long look at the taller man before speaking again.

"I'll stop by another time, maybe I’ll bring the guys around. We’ll grab a beer and talk…business” He chose his words carefully, waiting for him to understand the implications. Klan business. Being planned in his own apartment.

"I'll welcome it," Flip raised his eyebrows, internally swearing to himself that next time he'd be more prepared.

Felix let go of the door frame and walked down the hall. Flip watched him turn the corner before closing the door and turning the lock, threading the chain lock on for extra security. The second everything was in place he turned on his heels and ran to the bedroom in search of where his girlfriend had hid herself.

He reached his room looking around wildly before calling out to her.

“Elle?”

No response.

"Elle it's safe to come out," He walked around, looking under the bed to see if she was there, she wasn't.

He stood back up. He moved the blankets off the bed, seeing if she had buried under them. She hadn’t. Could she have snuck out while Felix was walking around? His floorboards were pretty squeaky, so that was highly unlikely. His dresser was too small to hide in and the size of his closet was essentially a joke. There was literally no place in his room she could be.

So where the fuck did she go?

Suddenly he heard a light tapping at his bedroom window.

He turned his head to see Elle on the fire escape outside his bedroom window. She was wearing his button down and was holding her own clothes in a bundle under her arm. He rushed over to the window, opening it from the inside.

"Elle!" He helped her climb back inside. It was probably 40 degrees out and she was standing barefoot on a metal grate.

"What the fuck Flip?" She gritted out, throwing her clothes back on the floor. She was shivering and rubbing her arms as she stood on his bed, towering over him just barely.

"I'm so sorry Elle I had no idea he was gonna swing by--"

"Was that a klansman who just walked around your house like he owned the place?" She let him wrap her back up in the blanket, trying to warm her back up.

“The same guy swung by my partner’s apartment, we’re using his name for the investigation because he's an idiot and use his real name. So I had to throw the guy off his scent and give him my real address to stop him from poking around more. I never thought he’d actually show up,” he explained.

“Doesn’t explain why he had to check the whole fucking place,” She mumbled.

“He keeps trying to figure out if I'm Jewish. He's fuckin’ obsessed with it. He was looking everywhere for some sort of sign, he didn't wind up finding one. I’m so sorry you were put in this situation, but you were so smart to hide—”

"Yeah? Well you can put me in the fucking attic next time the gestapo rolls around," She shot back.

Regret flooded her face as soon as the words left her lips. The two stared at each other in stunned silence.

"Elle," He started, his voice barely above a whisper, "that's not fair to say,”

"I know," Her eyes screwed shut and she pinched her nose bridge between her fingers "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. But what the fuck, Flip? What was he gonna do if he saw me? What would he have done to you?”

"He wouldn't have been able to do anything, I wouldn't have let him anywhere near you," He wrapped his arms around her blanket-covered shoulders. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you,"

"But what about you?" She asked quietly.

"I'll be fine, I'm trained in this remember?"

“Yeah,It’s your job, I know,” She said, sounding unconvinced.

He opened his mouth to reassure her but before he could she unwrapped herself from his arms and moved toward the kitchen. She opened a few of the cupboards before discovering the salt and pepper shakers and pulling them down. She then moved to the fridge and opened it.

"I'm gonna make breakfast, you have eggs, right?" She didn't wait for an answer, pulling the small carton from the fridge and placing them on the counter.

She was still only wearing his flannel. He guessed she had thrown it on after hearing Felix in the other room and decided she needed to make a quick exit. It was way too big for her, the hem falling at her thighs and the sleeves covering her hands. She had to keep pushing them back up and she moved around. He stood in the doorway watching her for a moment, she looked perfect to him. He wanted this every morning.

He watched her chew at her cheek as she put butter and a frying pan out on the counter next to the eggs. She put the pan on the stove and turned on the heat. She found a bowl in a cabinet and started cracking the eggs into it. He trekked across the kitchen until he could stand behind her and wrap his arms around her waist.

"Is scrambled eggs okay?" She asked, not looking up at him but leaning into his touch

"Sounds great," He responded.

"You should get some sour cream. You beat it into the eggs, it makes them creamier," She said as she stirred the eggs up.

"I'll try that some time," He kissed the top of her head. "Are you trying to avoid talking about my job?”

She sighed, realizing he wasn't going to let this go.

“Flip, I'm gonna worry no matter what," She told him, letting the butter melt in the pan before pouring in the eggs. "And if I'm being honest, I'm not thrilled you have to hanging out with people who want us dead,"

"I'm not thrilled either, but it's my job,"

"I know it's your job! And I’m sure you're great at your job, but what if you run into someone who didn't know you were undercover like I did? I could've gotten you killed. Someone could let it drop that you're a cop or that you're Jewish or literally anything that doesn’t perfectly match up to your cover story and BAM! It’s over!”

“That risk is there for any case. It has happened before while I'm undercover, when I was new to this but I don’t think that will happen this time. We dont even spend that much time in town, were out in the middle of nowhere,”

“You have to listen to these men talk day after day about their hatred toward anyone different than themselves. You and your partner are their targets, who they want to keep from existing on this planet. Couldn't the CSPD find anyone else to have done this undercover portion? They had to choose the Jewish guy, completely disregarding how that could affect him and the case?”

“It didn't matter to me in the beginning. Almost no one in the office knows I’m Jewish because I’m not practicing. Up until a couple months ago I’d never been to a Rosh Hashanah dinner, or spent any time thinking about my heritage. This is all new to me, and the department isn't to blame for that. Besides, this is my job right now. If I have to talk some shit about Jews with a bunch of racists, I have to do it because its what I’m currently paid to do,” He was beginning to feel impatient.

“I understand that its your job Flip! G-d! I have to do it every fucking day too! Do you know how many patients I've had over the years who tell me they don't want a Jew touching them? Or ask for a Christian nurse? It's fucking infuriating! But I have to smile and nod because it's my fucking job to put up with people's preconceived notions," Her voice rose as she spoke, the scraping at the bottom of the pan grew frantic.

“In Indiana I had to save a man's life, me and the other nurses were trying to keep him from bleeding out right in front of us. We cut his shirt off his wound and there was a swastika tattoo staring back at me. But I had to pretend that didn't affect me and I had to go back to saving his life," Her voice cracked as she spoke and she sucked in a gasp of air.

"Hey, hey, come here," He cooed, trying to get her to let go of the pan.

"I'm fine, let me finish the eggs," She sniffed. He couldn't see her face but he knew she was crying.

"You sure?" He asked.

"I'll be fine. It's just—I get you have to be professional to these people. It's your job. But its just exhausting to be polite to people who don't even see you as a person,"

"I never really thought of it too much, to be honest. It never really affected me before I took this case. But hearing how these guys talk, and knowing they're talking about my family, about you, and about me, it's difficult to listen to," He confided. "I didn't grow up Jewish, it wasn't a part of my life really, but that doesn't seem matter to them,"

"It doesn't," She affirmed. “It's not only a religion. They've judged you for something you have no control over, something that you didn't think was going to be a part of your life," She finally stopped scrambling the eggs and moved them off the burner.

She turned around in his arms, hugging him back. He rested his chin on top of her head, as she burrowed her face in his chest.

“After the Shoah, me parents said they kept hearing the phrase ‘never again’ said over and over. This persecution, this horror would not be allowed to continue. The world would learn and grow. But sometimes it feels like nothing has really changed,” Her voice came muffled from his shirt.

"I know you'll do a good job, but I'm still gonna worry. You’re my boyfriend for fucks sake,"

"Boyfriend, huh?" He teased. "I'm your boyfriend now?"

"Ugh, don't do this," She looked up at him, trying to hide a smile. "You're my boyfriend and I love you, so you aren't allowed to be getting in to trouble, okay?"

"Hey, trouble is your thing not mine," He reminded her.

She rolled her eyes and unwrapped her hand from his torso, placing them on either shoulder and pulled him in for a kiss.

"I love you," She murmured as they broke.

"I love you too," He really meant it.

"Now let's eat these eggs and get back to your bed. I'm not quite finished with you yet,"

“Oh, the feeling is mutual, believe me,”

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legolaslovely · 5 years ago

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Pretend

Written for gatheringfiki ‘s Winter FRE 2020. Prompt 104: Fili, a NASA scientist, and Kili, an artist

Pairing: Fili/Kili - Modern AU, Fili and Kili are not related

Warnings/Ratings: Teen, language warning

A/N: They’re such dorks, that’s all I have to say.

Summary: Fili is a data scientist at NASA and Kili is an artist who was hired to paint a mural on the overpass bridge outside the NASA facility. Staring through the window of Fili’s office may or may not go on.

Thank you so much @lakritzwolf for this beautiful photoset made as a prize for Winter FRE! Link Here!

There had been a lot of deception going on in the NASA parking lot this week. Deception, pretending, acting, bluffing, masquerading- however you wanted to put it, it was happening. Nothing was exactly malicious, but the two men involved were definitely not being truthful with themselves, each other or anyone around them.

Fili spent his days at his desk by the window, pretending not to notice the dark, lean artist on the boom lift outside. Fili was a diligent employee- he kept his eyes on his work and not on the over sized jeans Killian “Kili” Durin was wearing that had rags stuffed in the back pocket and splashes of finger tipped color all over the hips and thighs. He did not stare and most definitely did not groan aloud when the man he had never spoken to raised his arms to work on the lining overhead, leaving his shirt to ride up and reveal light skin, dark curls, and hip bones- all not delicious in the slightest. Nope.

Most importantly, Fili’s blood wasn’t boiling from the women in his office ogling and drooling over the artist that he didn’t know or care about. He was simply frustrated by his research and the most recent data supporting the terrifying and increasing existence of global warming, despite the constant twitter rantings of one idiotic, moronic, clueless, elementary president.

“Artists are good in bed, you know. They live by different rules than the rest of society.”

“No one should be allowed to be that handsome.”

Fili’s keyboard clicked louder than usual as his fingers slammed the buttons. Fucking useless president should look at this report about the melting ice caps and then tell me global warming is a conspiracy theory, Fili thought.

“I bet he’s good with his hands-”

“Can you ladies please take this conversation somewhere else?” Fili said with raised brows.

The three of them nodded, “Sorry, sir,” and left.

Fili did not peek outside to see dexterous fingers and veined hands create long blue lines- perfect, precise and flowing under the overpass bridge they were hired to work on. He did not think of other things those hands could do. That would be inappropriate. He was at work.

Similarly, Kili, outside, sweating despite working under the shade of the bridge, pretended not to notice the handsome NASA scientist who barely looked up from his research and sat just through the window. Kili did not chose his schedule to match the blond’s and he would never purposefully set the boom lift at a height that allowed him to see the other man perfectly any time he turned his head just right. To get the sun out of his eyes. That’s all.

He was painting with golds and blues because he was hired to paint the sun, not because this man warped his mind to see blond hair and blue eyes wherever he went. That would be ridiculous. Kili was a professional. He would never waste his time combing this particular branch’s website to understand the exact duties of this “Phillip” man who went by Fili- he had more important things to do with his time.

Above all else, if Kili happened to glance to the parking lot below at 6:10 pm every afternoon, it was not because he knew the scientists on the day shift got out at 5:30 and the blond data researcher always stayed to finish extra work before he left for the day. He didn’t wait religiously for Fili to wave goodbye to the security guard at the door before he crossed the lot, fishing his red NASA key chain out of his pocket. And he surely did not wait for this man- this stranger- to nod at him with a small smile that was the sun itself, no. No.

While Kili was busy not painting golden waves and sky blue irises, Fili was too preoccupied with anything but warm, calloused hands to notice one of the human resources secretaries come up to his desk with a stack of papers.

“These were just faxed over from headquarters for you,” Dawn said. “He never takes a break, does he?”

“Who?” Fili asked, not quite listening.

“The artist,” she said, finally giving Fili a valid excuse to stare at the painted hand prints on the back pocket of Kili’s worn jeans. “He’s been out there every day. Gets here before I do and doesn’t leave until it’s too dark for him to work. I’ve never seen him take a break- similar to someone I know.”

Fili rolled his eyes. “I take breaks.”

“Replying to emails on the toilet doesn’t count as a break.”

He scoffed. “How about you take a break from monitoring my breaks?”

“Ah, but there are no breaks to monitor and I’m sick of saying this word, so why don’t you just go take a you know what?”

After another glance out the window, Fili pushed back his rolling chair and stood. “I think I will.” He chuckled at Dawn’s dropped jaw and stalked past her, downstairs to the cafe.

Kili didn’t mind working in the rain. He was sheltered by his own work, the waves and shapes and colors he’d finished in the days before. The rain was warm and made the ground around him soft and fresh smelling. The sound was a personal soundtrack for his art and his distracted, ever present thoughts he pretended not to have about Fili, the beautiful, blond scientist. So when he heard a smooth voice from below and saw the aforementioned beautiful, blond scientist, Kili thought he was imagining it at first.

“What did you say?”

Fili held a wrapped sandwich high in the air. “Do you like chicken salad?”

“Love it,” Kili called down. More pretending. “Watch out, I-I’m coming down.” The lift chugged to life with a pull of the lever and Kili slowly descended to the ground, but it didn’t give him enough time to think of something intelligent to say. So he stuck out his hand, saw it was covered in paint, and sucked it back into his body again. “I’m Kili,” he said, grabbing the rag from his pocket.

“Phillip. Or Fili.” He handed Kili the offending sandwich.

Kili jumped to the ground and ran a hand through his thick, dark hair. “You wanna sit?” he asked, pointing to the lift. “Well, actually, it’s raining, so maybe not-”

“I don’t mind the rain,” Fili said. He moved to sit and almost leapt out of his skin when large, warm hands caught his waist.

“Wait- wait a second,” Kili said. “It’s dirty.” He couldn’t even pretend he didn’t get lost in those wide blue eyes before he remembered how to move his feet to retrieve a clean tarp from his gear. He laid it out on the lift and sat, unwrapping his sandwich that he would force himself to eat because this gorgeous man bought it for him.

A few bites went by in agonizing silence- Fili trying not to stare at the hands he’d been thinking of for days straight and Kili secretly taking mental screenshots of deep dimples that would star in his sketches later. Then finally, Fili spoke.

“I’ve enjoyed watching your mural grow. It’s- it brightens the whole office, really. It’s very... dynamic.” Really? he thought. Fili was an avid art collector, but Kili would never know that based on the line he just used. He wanted to ride the lift to its greatest height and throw himself off of it. But his thoughts stopped completely at Kili’s bright, toothy grin.

“Thanks. It will take a few more days to finish, but so far it’s been going as planned. You won’t be going on any space expeditions any time soon, right?”

Fili couldn’t help but chuckle at the drastic change of subject that Kili himself could barely seem to keep up with. “No. I like to leave that to the astronauts. Why?”

“Would you want to eat- a sandwich here? Again? Same time tomorrow?”

Fili nodded, dimples now permanent fixtures in his cheeks. “Yeah.”

#WinterFRE2020 #fiki

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skarsgardclan · 6 years ago

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Extra Room - Bill Skarsgård Roommates AU

This is the beginning of a series I was writing for myself (it was never meant to see the light of day) but I figured someone might enjoy it so here it is.

Bill Skarsgård x reader

1.9K words

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You hands tremble lightly as you stand outside the door of a beautiful 2-story townhouse in downtown Stockholm. Your fingers clutch at a small piece of crumpled paper with an address and a name on it, nothing more, nothing less.

Bill Skarsgård

Tegnérgatan 41

You didn’t have high expectations when you saw the ad in the paper for an individual renting out a room in their home, and you figured it was better than staying in the hole you’ve subjected yourself to all freshman year of university. So, you had written the address down, called the number, and scheduled a time to check out the place and meet the man who was living there, presumably alone. Although you were a bit hesitant to consider living alone with a man you’ve never met, you’re desperate, and admittedly, the place is gorgeous.

You knock gingerly at the door and are completely shocked by what appears on the other side. Bill, you assume, is well over 6 feet of lean muscle with dark, carefully styled hair and large, piercing eyes. He holds a phone to his ear and speaks in a bored tone to whomever is on the other side, but once his gaze meets you he hesitates. His eyes rake up and down your form steadily before he catches himself and offers you a small smile and stepping aside to let you in.

He wraps up his conversation with the person on the phone and places it on the table in his entryway before turning his attention back to you. There’s a moment of awkward silence as you both try to figure out how to greet each other. He ends up breaking the silence first and reaching his hand toward you.

“You must be y/n,” he begins once you take his hand and shake. “I’m Bill, as you’ve probably guessed. I, uh, own the place.”

You can’t help the way that your eyes drift down toward his lips, what with them being so soft and plump looking and pink. You catch yourself in your thoughts and remind yourself to replace the batteries in your vibrator. These thoughts about a stranger couldn’t be anything more than random fantasies due to hormones that haven’t been satiated for too long to be healthy. Freshman year left little time or privacy to take care of your… needs.

“Yeah, hi.” You laugh, shaking his hand. “Sorry I’m a bit early, I came from work.” He shook his head and gestured to the living room.

“No problem whatsoever. I work from home or travel most of the time, so I was just working on some things before you got here. Would you like anything to drink?” You shake your head and thank him before sitting with him in the living room. “So, your room would be upstairs, down the hall from mine. It has its own bathroom and a walk-in closet, and there’s also a home office that you’re welcome to use. There’s two desks, so you can set up your own space for studying or whatever you need.” He told you. You recalled the photo of the home office he’d emailed you along with photos of the rest of the place, and smiled at the idea of sitting across from him as you both tapped along at your desks on a cold day.

“That’s very generous of you, thank you.” He smiled and clasped his hands behind him. You bit your lip as you looked to the beautiful, dark wood floors. “Can I ask you a personal question?” He nodded and his eyes met yours.

“Of course.”

“Why are you seeking out a roommate?” He sighed.

“It’s a big house to have all to yourself. I figured having another person here would make being at home less..” He trailed off and your breath hitched.

“Boring?” You asked. He chuckled as his eyes met the floor.

“I was going to say, lonely.” Your heartbeat quickened a bit at that, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it because he stood up and began walking toward the stairs. “I guess I can take you to see the upstairs and you can look around on your own and let me know what you think.” You agreed and followed him upstairs, where he showed you what would be your room, which was gigantic, the home office, and the library. Once you were back downstairs, he told you a bit about the kitchen, showed you the laundry room, dining room, and the garage before you ended up back in the living room in front of the fireplace.

“You have a beautiful home, Bill.” He smiled bashfully and cleared his throat.

“Thank you. You’re welcome to look around for a bit if you want to, get to know the place. If you have any questions I’ll be down here. Do you want anything to eat? I think I’m going to make something for lunch.” You smiled and without realizing it, your fingers brushed his bicep.

“Thank you, and yes please, I’d love a bit of whatever you’ve got in mind.” He smiled and eyed your hand, stilling for a moment before nodding and breaking away.

“Coming right up.”

You took about 10 minutes to wander around, pausing before what you knew was the door to Bill’s bedroom. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t curious, but you didn’t want to invade his privacy, which you were sure he valued very much. You told yourself to turn around, but you couldn’t help yourself when you noticed it was open an inch or two. You only poked it lightly and it swung open a bit more so you could see inside. It was very neat and tidy, full of neutral colored furniture and things that made it look very modern and cozy. Some freshly ironed dress pants were laid out on the bed and some papers were strewn out on the desk, but everything else was carefully stored in its own place. When the scent of mahogany and musk with a hint of dark spice hit you, your eyes fluttered shut. It was heavenly. You snapped out of it quickly, though, and pulled the door back to where it had been before returning downstairs, satisfied.

“So… what do you think?” Bill asked when he noticed you were back in the kitchen with him. There was a white towel slung over his shoulder and his sweater had been discarded, leaving him in only a tight, white t-shirt.

“I love it. This place is beautiful and homey and you’re very kind. I really appreciate you considering me.” He chuckled and looked up at you, a light smirk across his features.

“I’m glad you’re impressed.” He turned to the stove behind him and stirred something in a pot. “Also, I decided on some homemade soup. Nothing fancy, but delicious nonetheless.” You smiled and walked a bit closer to him.

“Wow, homemade soup. I haven’t had a homemade meal in a long time.” He looked at you incredulously.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I didn’t have the time or money to cook during the school year since I lived in a dorm and all of my paycheck goes toward my tuition. I lived on cans and boxes for most of the year. It’s not all bad, though.” He stopped what he was doing and leaned against his hands on the counter.

“Well I guess now’s the right time to let you know that if you move in, you’ll have to let me feed you real food.” You laughed at that and nodded in agreement.

“I guess I can deal with that.” You smiled at each other for a moment before he continued chopping vegetables and pouring them into the pot of broth. “Is there anything I can help with?” He looked up at you and thought for a moment before tilting his head toward the liquor cabinet.

“Would you mind pouring me a whiskey?” You nodded and did so before placing it delicately next to the cutting board. “Thanks.” You took a seat at the counter and watched him cook for a little while. You had to hold in a giggle every once in a while when his height made something normal a challenge for him. You watched him gracefully chop, stir, pour, measure, etc. until he poured some soup into two bowls and set one in front of you.

You moaned softly when the first spoon of soup hit your tongue. It was so rich in flavor and smooth and you couldn’t help it. Bill didn’t seem phased, but you did catch a tiny smile grace his lips.

“I’m glad you like it.” You both laughed. You ate in silence for a few minutes until you were both finished and happily full. He finished first and washed his bowl in the sink while you watched, shoving the last little bit into your face before politely hopping off the barstool and standing beside him next to the sink. You were gonna wash it yourself but he gently took the bowl from your hands and shoo’d you away, insisting that guests don’t do dishes.

“That was lovely, thank you.” You said. He smiled and nodded.

“Anytime. Did you have any questions?”

“When do you think a decision will be made?” He shrugged.

“Well, whenever you decide if you want to move in, I guess.” Your breath hitched in your throat.

“You mean, I’ve got the room?” He smiled and shrugged again.

“Of course. You’re the only person I’ve had tour the place and you’re the best potential roommate I could have hoped for.” You blushed and smiled down at the floor.

“I’d love to live here, Bill. Thank you so much.”

“Do you have a place to stay in the meantime, until you can get your things over here?” He asked. You shrugged. The dorm kicks the students out during the summer so you had just been planning on staying at a hostel.

“I mean, I can figure it out.” He shook his head before grabbing a key off of the ring in his pocket.

“No, no, you’re welcome to stay here in the guest room until we can have your furniture and things brought over. Here’s a key to the place,” he reached into his wallet and pulled out a small slip of paper, “and the garage code.” Your mouth was hanging open but words wouldn’t come out. He was being so kind to you and you didn’t know how to respond.

“Thank you. So much.” He put his large hand on your shoulder.

“Of course. You’re my roommate, now. I can’t have you surfing couches and sharing one room with 10 other random people when you’ve got a warm bed and all the food you can eat, here.” He grabbed his keys again and gestured toward the door. “I was going to go to the store after you left, but since I presume you’re staying here tonight anyway, do you wanna go with me and get some ingredients for dinner?” You nod and try to dim the giant grin on your face. He returns your smile and reaches over to open the front door for you. “Ladies first.”

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inmyownlaine · 5 years ago

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John Murphy x Reader Prompt: Falling For You

28. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

72. “Sometimes I feel like I wanna make out with you is that a friend thing to do?”

Word Count: 2351

Warnings: None

Mood Music

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You wondered how this day would be for Murphy. This time every year he was forced to be in a place where his father was floated. He had to fake his allegiance to a group of people that decided a boy should be fatherless rather than be forgiving. It was usually rough on Murphy, but since you were on the ground, you were interested to see if the distance would make it a little more bearable. At least here, he could voice his true opinions instead of being assimilated.

You took it upon yourself to cheer him up. Although you had done it annually since the incident, you could never reach Murphy. That certainly wouldn’t stop you from trying, though. He was your best friend, and even though you understood why he was so upset, you hated seeing him in such turmoil. It wasn’t fair and he didn’t deserve it despite what anyone else thought about him.

You threw back the flap on his tent, expecting to see him dressed and ready. Instead, he was laying in bed, his blanket completely covering him. You sighed and sat at the foot of his bed, gently placing your hand on what you suspected to be his leg.

“Murph,” you said lightly, shaking his leg simultaneously.

“What?” he screamed, sitting upright with crazed eyes. He brought his hands up as if wanting to fight you.

“Murphy, it’s me!” you exclaimed, backing away from him.

He stared at you as if trying to process who you were. After a few seconds, he lowered his hands and exhaled deeply. His eyelids fell lazily as he focused his attention on the ground.

“Sorry,” he murmured. He drug his hands over his sleep deprived face, stretching out his facial features. You felt bad as you caught a glimpse of the dark circles under his eyes. Of course it was hard for him to sleep. The only thing going through his mind was the murder of his father. Who could lay down peacefully after living through that?

“You’re fine. Really,” you assured him. “I just came in to see if you wanted to go for a walk.”

“I don’t know. I don’t really feel like running around today,” he replied.

“Come on, Murph. If we go fast enough we can catch the sunrise.”

He didn’t move an inch. But neither did you. You were going to drag him out of this tent if it killed him. He was allowed to be sad, but by God, he was going to be sad with you.

Murphy finally looked towards you, giving you the infamous frog face. You named that expression nearly five years ago. You couldn’t quite decide what it was trying to portray. He looked bored and unamused, his eyes nearly rolled in the back of his head. Yet his lips held the sass and recklessness of a thirteen year old girl. Whatever it was, he looked more frog than human, and you never failed to inform him.

“Frog face means yes,” you said with a smile.

“A very reluctant yes,” he made sure to add.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you hated me or something,” you teased.

“I wouldn’t say hate. Just strongly dislike,” he bantered back.

“Whatever, Murphy. Just get your clothes on and meet me outside the tent.”

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“So where exactly are we going?” Murphy asked as you headed deep into the woods. Unknown to Murphy, you had found a new spot to watch the sky. Typically, you would go to a clearing not too far from the makeshift town. The branches were sparse, making it easy to see the different colors and patterns. It was also a safe bet instead Grounders decided to attack.

Leading up to this week, you spent a lot of your time searching for new areas to sight-see. There was a lot of uncertainty and fear in this part of your life. It seemed around every corner was war and death. Going to see the sunrise with Murphy loosened you up. It reminded you that there is always beauty in the world. If you couldn’t find any, you had to create your own.

You hoped Murphy would appreciate the gesture.

“You’ll see,” you practically sang back.

“I always knew it would come to this,” he said. You were confused, but decided not to say anything. The two of you took a couple more steps before he elaborated, “You’re going to murder me.”

You made a noise similar to an elephant, trying to keep your laugh trapped behind your lips. You glanced in his direction only to notice the smallest smirk appear on his face. It was a surprise to see. Typically it took Murphy over a week to get back to his normal self. Maybe he was finding better ways to cope as the years dragged past him.

“Murder me and then eat me. That’s it, right? I’m for breakfast,” he commented, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Oh yeah, Murph. You’re the main course.” You waggled your eyebrows at him as he shook his head softly. He was probably thinking something along the lines of how weird, but amazing, you were. That’s what you wanted to believe, anyway.

Finally, you came to a large rock overhanging a cliff. It sat high above the forest, dense fog covering the tops of the trees. It was colder here than you would have preferred, but Murphy didn’t seem to mind. His mouth dropped as he crept towards the edge, taking in his surroundings.

“What do you think?” you asked even though you already knew.

“How did you find this?”

“Lots of walking. And mapping. I didn’t exactly know how this week would hit you so-”

“You did this for me?” he interrupted, looking over his shoulder. His blue eyes bore into yours, misty and soft.

Your heart fell to your stomach. Murphy had a dark past. You tried to steer him from it and keep him on the right path. He made numerous slip-ups, he almost shattered your friendship, but you knew that deep down, he craved attention; someone to care for him and make him feel important. John Murphy was a fighter, through and through. He fought for his family, he fought for love, he fought to stay alive. But in this moment, he just needed someone to fight for him. Just once.

“Of course I did,” you told him. “I would do anything for you.”

Murphy licked his lips, trying to hold himself together. He turned away from you and sat down, dangling his legs over the cliff. Though he didn’t look back, he patted the rock beside him, signalling for you to sit.

You walked over and plopped down, crossing your legs. The view was gorgeous, but you weren’t here to play with death. You would have to live your wild streak through Murphy, who was brazen enough to be so careless with his life.

The two of you hardly spoke. It was times like these where words were too small. It was something the two of you would have to feel and never convey. And although that was sad, in a way it was comforting that he would understand this moment as strongly as you did. You wouldn’t have to say a thing.

“That doesn’t look too good,” Murphy commented, his finger pointing at a dark cloud.

“This can’t be happening,” you mumbled, the cloud making its way toward the sliver of sun peeking over the forest line. Thunder rumbled overhead as you felt tiny droplets splatter on your neck.

“I think that cloud is a much bigger threat,” Murphy said, now noticing that there was another larger, much darker cloud barreling in your direction. You got up from your spot, ready to make a run for Arkadia.

The clouds had other plans.

Torrential rain began to fall. You shrieked as you were bombarded, the brisk morning air combined with the chilling water made your body tense up. You shuffled over the branches of nearby trees, trying to take cover and warm up your body.

You wanted to cry. The scene in front of you was absolutely destroyed. The sun was trying its hardest to break through the cloud, but was barely lining them. The ground was now coated with mud and small puddles. This day that was supposed to be filled with hope now truly reflected how Murphy probably felt; depressed.

You lifted your head to talk to Murphy but realized that he wasn’t by you. Using your hand as a shield from the rain, you glanced back to the cliff, expecting to see Murphy slumped over, allowing the rain to batter him.

But he wasn’t.

Murphy was stood up,his arms stretched completely to either side. And he was laughing. Not the kind of laugh he would usually make in this situation. One that seemed to say Of course this would happen to me. No, it was a joyful laugh. As if he had just received the greatest news of his life.

He spun around a couple of times, stopping to face you. Suddenly, the brightest smile you had ever seen appeared. It was almost cheesy, all of his teeth showing and his lips pulled as far as they could go. You had known John Murphy most of your life. Never before had his smile brought such warmth to your heart. It was like he was really, truly happy.

“Why are you laughing?” you shouted.

He shrugged, his newfound smile plastered across his face. “Life is just so unfortunate, isn’t it?”

“And that’s funny?”

“You just try and try and try and nothing ever turns out the right way,” he continued, completely ignoring you. “Maybe it’s just time to let life do it’s own thing.”

You felt compelled to approach him. You didn’t know if it was what he said or the way he looked, but you left the shelter, regardless of the rain and mud. Every step closer to him was a reckoning. There was something festering inside that you couldn’t hold back. You only had a few seconds to come to terms with what was happening.

Steps one and two were coming to terms with the fact that his deep laugh lines and deep set eyes were making you melt. You loved the way that his nose looked like he was bested in a fist fight and his eyebrows were perfectly arched on his brow line.

All of the features that you grew up with, the ones that you saw every day for years, were now being reformed in your mind. You had never paid attention to the subtle creases in his face or the angle of his jaw but now, it was all you could see. All the small things that made John Murphy the person you loved were now magnified. You knew from this point on, it would be impossible to not pick out every beautiful detail on his body.

Steps three and four were spent admitting that Murphy was more than just a friend. You didn’t know if this had always been the case. You grew up with Murphy and saw him as your protector, your confidant, and your best friend. You trusted him with your life. You wanted to be with him forever.

This still held true.

Steps five and six gave you anxiety as you thought about what this meant for your friendship. You didn’t know if Murphy felt the same way. This could just be a chance for him to start over. There was no indication that he was interested in being with you. And if you did say something, would it ruin what you had? Could you ever go back? You didn’t know if you wanted to take this leap.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he suddenly asked, his wide set smile still in place.

The rain continued to fall as you shook your head incredulously. You couldn’t believe what you were going to say next. It was now or never, and you wanted Murphy as soon as you possibly could. “Sometimes I feel like I want to make out with you. Is that a friend thing to do?”

He sighed audibly, raindrops falling from the tip of his nose. He blinked rapidly, trying to keep the downpour out of his eyes. His hair was stuck to his forehead, uneven and crowded. Even as all of these things were happening, you knew you had never seen anything more amazing.

“If it’s not, we’re both in trouble.”

A wave of relief washed over you as Murphy inched towards you, replacing the stray hairs on your cheek with his hand. Your heart started to pound as his other hand found its place on your back, pulling you closer to him.

He pressed his lips against yours, kissing you gently. It was unlike anything you could have ever imagined. Murphy held you like you were delicate, like you were precious to him. Yet his lips spoke a different story, moving in sync with yours. It was full of passion and longing. It was as if he had been holding back on you this whole time. That he had dreamt of doing this before and was taking full advantage of the chance he was getting now. It was like he never saw you as his friend in the first place.

He gave you one last, soft kiss before pulling away. Almost instantly, you let out a disappointed moan. You had never kissed Murphy before, but you knew that you never wanted that moment to end. He belonged with you. Nothing else had ever felt so right.

Murphy couldn’t help but chuckle as he laid his forehead on yours. “Thank you.”

“For what?” you asked, taking hold of one of his hands and bringing it up to your lips.

“For sticking with me. Seeing the good in me. Fighting for me.”

“Always,” you began to say, staring into his eyes and finding strength and comfort and love where defeat and discomfort and disdain used to reside. “Always, John Murphy.”

**Sorry it’s been a little while! Hope this makes up for it!!

xx Lainey

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#john murphy #john murphy fanfic #john murphy imagine #john murphy fanfiction #john murphy fic #The 100 #the100fic #the100 #the100fanfic #the 100 fic #the100fanfiction #love #writing #romance

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kindness-ricochets · 5 years ago

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Prompt: “We bet and you lost, so you have to do it.”

Day 2 of my “post a new fic each day” challenge! The goal is simply to create something, and many of these will be unpolished and unedited. This one popped into my head as a fun, light scene. Once it got to the page, well...

Trigger warnings: addictive behavior, suggestive banter

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“It was just one game,” Jesper said, the first time—not the first time it happened, but the first time Wylan found out. “It’s never just one game,” Wylan said. But he didn’t make a fuss and they moved on.

They moved on to the time he came home bleeding and laughing after a brawl. To the time he got into debt again and had to ask Wylan for a loan—“It’s not a loan,” Wylan said, and they didn’t speak more about the matter. Not even after Jesper needed the drink to bring himself home and face Wylan again. Not even when Jesper realized these were not slip-ups, not isolated incidents, that his time with Wylan was just filler. He hated it. He lived for the thrill of the tables, loved it and hated himself, and sometimes he wished he could go back to that life but keep Wylan, see him now and again… and he hated himself for even thinking that. One night, Jesper scrabbled desperately for an excuse. He wasn’t drunk but he had been drinking. He wasn’t sure what day it was, how long he had been gone, how long since he last slept or bathed. He stood in the foyer of the mansion on Geldstraat, facing Wylan who looked like an old man in his dressing gown and slippers. It was cold. Jesper had lost his coat somewhere. “I, um…” He remembered times he had come home to a soft, loving, forgiving Wylan, but he had worn down that Wylan. He was wearing out the good in Wylan. Weary, Wylan said, “Just come to bed, Jesper.” Jesper nodded. He was wearing out the good in Wylan. No—not him. It was the business, the empire, it was… it was everything… but Jesper sure wasn’t helping. Did he even need to stay? Marya was so much better now. She could read to him… Jesper cried to himself until he fell asleep. ——— This couldn’t go on. Last night, as Wylan listened, frozen, to Jesper’s soft weeping, he had known this couldn’t go on. Jesper loved Wylan, of that Wylan had no doubt. And Wylan loved Jesper. But their life together was making Jesper sick. Something had to change. He started the next morning, first thing. Before the sun was even up, Wylan slipped out of bed, pausing to press a gentle kiss to Jesper’s shoulder. Jesper didn’t wake. Wylan left him sleeping. They had been together almost a year and known each other several months longer. Wylan knew what Jesper liked. Swiftly as he could manage—he didn’t want Jesper waking up alone—he procured a few necessary items. Waffles would have been his first choice, but those were really best fresh. Instead, Wylan tried the bakery near the Exchange. When he returned to the mansion, Wylan stopped by the kitchen to grab two plates. Then he thought better of it. This was for Jesper. So he grabbed a serving platter instead and laid out a ridiculous amount of pastries, poured the flask of coffee into two mugs, and carried the lot up to the bedroom. Yesterday had been a horrible one for Jesper and more than anything, Wylan wanted him to start off this day knowing it would be better. “Jes.” Wylan shook him gently. “Jes, wake up.” Jesper batted Wylan’s hand away, groaned, and curled up tighter. Wylan sat on the edge of the bed and kissed Jesper’s cheek. “Jes,” he said. “No.” “Please wake up, love.” “Don’ wanna.” “Okay,” Wylan said, reluctant. He left the bed. “I guess I’ll have to eat these oliebollen myself,” he said, popping one into his mouth. “Mmm, that’s so good. Still warm, too! Are you sure you won’t have any?” he asked, looking back at Jesper. Jesper had opened his eyes to verify Wylan’s claim of treats. Then he nodded. Wylan carried the platter to the bed and placed it between them. Jesper sat up and reached for a pastry. They ate quietly for a while, sipping coffee between bites. Wylan tried not to be obvious that he was watching Jesper, but… he was watching, waiting to see if Jesper would be okay. When Jesper looked at him and smiled, Wylan felt himself light up. It was a hesitant smile, but until he saw it, Wylan hadn’t been sure, not of anything. “Can we talk?” Wylan asked. Jesper popped an oliebol in his mouth. “Can’t. Mouf full.” “Then listen. Yesterday—things are—I know you’re not happy.” He saw the protest building behind Jesper’s eyes, but Jesper would protest, wouldn’t he? Because he couldn’t just look a problem in the eyes. It wasn’t his way. “You’re not, my love. What if we could find a way to bring a little more excitement into our lives?” Jesper raised his eyebrows. It was enough to make Wylan blush, but Jesper went on anyway, sliding his fingers along Wylan’s trousers over his thigh as he said, “If that’s what you want…” Wylan gave Jesper’s hand a little swat. “That’s not what I meant!” he objected. “This is serious!” “Does it have to be, though?” Yes, it did, because Wylan was afraid he would lose Jesper, and he was afraid of what might happen to Jesper after he left Wylan. “What about gambling?” Wylan suggested. Giving his head a tilt, Jesper asked, “You do know you’re meant to be cross, don’t you?” “I don’t like to be cross,” Wylan said, “and I don’t like you to be hurt.” He hadn’t even been cross last night. At least… not when he saw Jesper. He had been, before, cross with Jesper for doing this again, cross with him for being weak, until he had seen Jesper and remembered that he wasn’t weak. He was struggling. Jesper shrugged and reached for the last bit of almond liqueur cake. Somehow despite being soaked in alcohol, that seemed appropriate for morning consumption. “What if I make you a bet?” Wylan asked. “I bet you can’t throw your socks into the hamper from here.” Jesper raised his eyebrows. “You bet?” Something about the way Jesper looked at him made Wylan blush, but raised his chin and stared back. “You bet what?” “What?” “You have to bet something, that’s how betting works.” Wylan had known that, but hadn’t thought of what to offer. Jesper snatched his socks from the floor, rolled them into a ball, and sank them neatly into the hamper. Then he announced the forfeit would be a kiss. So Wylan kissed him. --------------------- From that day on, every day with Wylan held the soft hum of a potential gamble. Jesper wasn’t certain that meant he was getting better or maybe he was just getting more addicted to Wylan, and he wasn’t certain he cared. Nothing could be wrong with something that made him genuinely happy—not lost, just happy. It made the colors brighter. Everything Jesper wanted was twined together: Wylan, fun, stakes. The stakes were low, but that was okay. He still took a thrill from them, albeit a smaller one. “I bet I can get to the top of the stairs first.” “I bet you can’t make something explode purple.” “I bet I can hold my breath longer than you can.” It didn’t need to be anything major. It wasn’t anything major, because the point was rarely the chase. The point was the forfeit. Small things. Trinkets. A kiss, a song, a pretty stone by the end of the day (though Jesper meant a stone from the garden, not for Wylan to buy him a bracelet). One day, when the time was right—how long did he have to wait until the time was right?—Jesper would ask for whatever’s in your pockets. And Wylan would only have his hands in his pockets, so Jesper would ask for his hand. When the time was right to ask Wylan to marry him. For today, Jesper grinned. It was the start to the day and he was already owed a forfeit. “This one,” Jesper announced, holding up one of his shirts. “That one?” He nodded. “That’s the forfeit. Wear my shirt today. All day.” Wylan’s eyes widened. “Jesper,” he said, faintly appalled, “that is damask.” “I know.” “I can’t. It’s… it’s burgundy. It’ll clash with my hair.” Jesper grinned wickedly. “We bet and you lost, so you have to do it. Anyway, you always say it looks nice.” “On you,” Wylan retorted, grabbing the shirt, but for all his grumbling, he put it on anyway. He had lost the bet and hadn’t a choice. In Jesper’s opinion, Wylan looked beautiful. Maybe because he was Wylan. Maybe because he was Wylan wearing Jesper’s shirt with its too-long sleeves and the loose third button Jesper had picked at too much. It was the best day they had spent at the Exchange in months. Possibly ever. Jesper had to bite back laughter every time someone stepped into the office and paused, taking in the sight of Very Proper Mercher Wylan Van Eck dressed like he had just rolled up out of the Barrel. Wylan of course maintained perfect composure. That only made it funnier for Jesper. After the third person had visited the office, when they were once more alone, Jesper laughed so hard he had to sit down. Wylan wadded up a bit of paper and tossed it at Jesper. “It’s not funny,” he said. “Don’t lose, then,” Jesper retorted. Like this was his fault! “Anyway, I like how you look.” Wylan grumbled, “You always like how I look.” “That is a weird thing to complain about.” Wylan just huffed. He leaned back in his chair and tossed his feet up on the desk, something he wouldn’t do if there were any chance of someone else dropping by. Jesper took the opportunity to hop up on the desk. He regarded Wylan for a moment. He truly had grown into his role over the past year, no longer fidgeting any time he had to be in his office here or at home. His office now, not his father’s. They had made enough deals, done enough with the business together, that the pair were accepted as merchants. Maybe not accepted by merchants, not socially right, but who needed that when they had pirates and gangsters dropping by unexpected? And, well… Wylan, personally, had taken well to it. He had stopped hiding himself. Jesper liked this Wylan, the one who didn’t need to be cajoled and prodded into showing his face. “You do look gorgeous in that shirt, you know,” he said. Technically, yes, it did clash with his hair. It clashed… in a nice way? Was that a thing? Wylan rolled his eyes. He reached into his desk drawer and retrieved an apple. With a huge grin, Jesper said, “The things I would do to you…” “Well, you can’t,” Wylan shot back. “I lost a bet. I have to wear the shirt all day.” He offered the apple to Jesper. When Jesper shook his head, Wylan bit into the fruit. The juice glistened on his lips. That alone was enough for a suggestive comment—not that Jesper needed the help! He raised an eyebrow. “Who said anything about removing the shirt?” Wylan froze, staring at Jesper for a long, long moment. Then he gulped down a mouthful of apple and murmured, “I have never been happier to lose a bet.”

#six of crows #soc fanfic #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #wesper #angst with a happy ending #my writing

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lvehui · 5 years ago

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WHEN THE MOON MET THE SUN | JIHAN, CHAPTER FIVE

3:38 pm

Joshua notices that Jeonghan's hands are gorgeous and holdable, but he doesn't say those thoughts out loud. Instead, he simply watches Jeonghan pour a shit ton of creamer into his coffee and swirl it around with a faint smile.

"Hi babes, I got a triple stack of Belgium waffles here," a voice announces. Joshua turns to see that it's just the waiter, a tangerine-haired guy with chubby cheeks in a 50's diner costume.

Jeonghan waves his hand and pipes up, "Ooh! That's me!"

The hot plate is set down in front of Jeonghan, who sweetly thanks the waiter before they leave. He wastes no time, stabbing a bright red strawberry and stuffing it into his mouth with enthusiasm. Even the way he eats is cute, he thinks.

(Joshua can't say that either.)

"You don't want anything to eat?" Jeonghan questions, slight concern in his voice, after washing down a bite of his crispy waffles with a long sip of coffee.

"Um... no," Joshua answers. "Not really."

Just then, his stomach lets out a little rumble, equivalent to a baby lion roar, which gets Jeonghan's attention. "Liar!" Jeonghan dramatically gasps. "You are so hungry."

Joshua shrugs again. It seems to be the only thing he's capable of doing, besides looking like a complete idiot. "I... I didn't eat breakfast," he confirms, reminiscing how he woke up late and sprinted to work, not wanting to be late. The irony is, though, that he's skipping work anyways--- something that Joshua had not predicted.

He also doesn't predict Jeonghan slicing up the waffles, pouring syrup on it, and sliding his plate to the middle of the table, so that it's evenly between the two men. "There," Jeonghan says as if to say that his job is done.

"What are you doing?"

"Sharing," Jeonghan replies. He tilts his head and nonchalantly chews on some of his Belgium waffles, before pointing the prongs of a fork towards Joshua. "Because sharing is caring and I don't want to you die of starvation, Shua."

Then he goes back to eating, not even giving Joshua a chance to decline his offer. Joshua has a feeling that if he tries to, Jeonghan will be upset with him, so he gingerly takes a fork and takes a stab of his own into the bite-sized fluff. When he puts it into his mouth and chews, he's met with an airy, sweet texture tinged with a touch of ripe spring strawberries.

"This is..." Joshua swallows. "Good."

Jeonghan smiles and excitedly rambles, "It is! And can you believe that there's so much more food that's just as delicious?" He takes another bite. "Like, I want to try every food known to mankind."

A soft chuckle comes out of Joshua's mouth naturally. "How will you do that?"

Jeonghan cheerfully shrugs. "Maybe I'll go on another adventure, visit another country," he playfully muses, adding, "I've always wanted to see the Colleseum in Rome."

"The Colleseum isn't a kind of food," Joshua says, stating the obvious.

"Yeah, but its a place that I'd like to go," Jeonghan responds, turning to look out the window, and for a moment, he's in a dreamy-eyed state.

Silence floats through the air until Joshua asks, "Out of curiosity... why did you come here?"

Joshua feels idiotic as soon as he says it, but Jeonghan simply snaps out of a trance and turns back to him. Moving his lips as he submerges himself into his thoughts, Jeonghan finally tells Joshua with a chuckle, "No particular reason. I wanted to, so I did."

"For fun?"

"For fun," Jeonghan says. "I just took a dart, randomly threw it at the world map, and went wherever the damned thing landed, ya know?"

Joshua didn't know--- he didn't make decisions like that, randomly, coincidentally. He would say that Jeonghan was the kind of guy to go where the stars told him to go, but that answer didn't fit him. Jeonghan was the kind of guy who didn't follow a star, who didn't wait for a constellation to appear. He just went where his heart took him--- and somehow it landed in downtown Los Angeles.

But for some reason, Joshua senses that there's more to Jeonghan's story. He wants to know what the rest of that story is, but he doesn't push the man.

So he just nods, before looking at Jeonghan's hands again.

If Jeonghan's hand appeared out of nowhere, out of thin air, Joshua doesn't think that he would give it much thought. He wouldn't wonder where it came from.

He'd just grasp it, take it, and follow it like the North Star.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Once again, they're out on the sidewalk again. Jeonghan is ahead of him, but he twirls around here and there, walking backward to face Joshua, who follows with a fond look on his face.

"Jeonghan," Joshua randomly says. His voice is soft but audible if such a combination exists. Jeonghan turns around again, radiant as ever, Joshua thinks. That's a big chunk of his thoughts right now.

Jeonghan continues to walk backward, sidestepping a passerby. "Hm?"

Joshua picks up the pace and gets closer to Jeonghan, unknowingly. "Do you like music?"

"Do I?" Jeonghan repeats, his face lighting up, "That's like asking if I like to eat."

"Do you?"

"Passionately," Jeonghan cheekily responds, although Joshua has a feeling that Jeonghan's answer could go for anything the man does.

Joshua turns his head away from Jeonghan, quite shyly. "Then... let's go."

Jeonghan laughs, "Go where?"

"There's this store... full of records, and um, well, if you want to..." Joshua mumbles, his voice going from confident to semi-confident to confident again. "We can go?"

"Go to this store?"

Joshua nods fast. "Y-yeah, but like, your answer doesn't have to be yes. It can be no---"

"Let's bounce!" Jeonghan exclaims, bouncing on his toes in excitement. His eyes are sparkling. "I was starting to wonder where we'd go next, you know..."

And so to Mono Records they go, Jeonghan entering the shop like a little kid. The walls are covered in coffee-stained black and white newspapers, punk rock posters, and signatures, some famous, some casual vandalism. Throughout the store, there are shelves and shelves of thin, colorful vinyl records, ranging from Smokey Robinson to ABBA.

Joshua thoughtfully flips through the vinyl records, not looking for any particular one, simply looking. The atmosphere is neither cold nor warm, but fresh to him as he does so. He remembers when some of these songs would come on the radio, and he'd jam to in his room like a maniac. His mother would come upstairs and into the room, asking him to chill out with the stomping--- so he'd shimmy.

"Shua!" Jeonghan calls. When Joshua locates the man, he's across the store, jumping up and down so that Joshua can see him behind the shelves. "Come! Here! I! Wanna! Show! You! Some! Thing!"

The brown-haired man fixes his appearance before he goes to Jeonghan, adjusting his plaid shirt collar and straightening out his worn-out aviator jacket. (A terrible combination, he knows, but he's never really had a sense of style.) When he's done, he makes his way to Jeonghan, who has a vinyl in his hand.

"Can we play this?" Jeonghan says, waving the vinyl in Joshua's face. "Can weee?"

Joshua doesn't answer and instead tries to look at the cover, but it keeps moving in and out of focus thanks to Jeonghan. "...out loud?"

Jeonghan nods and replies, "No, I just want to stare at this cute cover--- of course, I want to listen to it out loud, Shua! What's a record store without a record playing?"

The soft Frank Sinatra in the background says otherwise. "There is a record playing---"

"Okay well this song, they need to play THIS song!"

Next thing Joshua knows, the particular vinyl is being shoved into his hands and his back is being pushed to who knows where. The guy at the cash register takes a drag of his cigarette before looking at Joshua with tired eyes, "You." Joshua turns his head. "I'm talking to you. The botched Bohunk," the guy says, annoyed.

"Yeah?" Joshua says, nervously.

"What do you need?" the other guy bluntly asks, voice deep.

Joshua suddenly remembers why he's standing there. He coughs. Awkwardly. "Uh, can you... play this please?"

The man--- Wonwoo, his nametag says--- slides out from behind the counter and takes the record from Joshua's hand, then walks off to the record player nearby. He pulls up the scratcher and removes Frank Sinatra and replaces it with the vinyl Joshua had been holding. Then he puts the scratcher back on and walks off, while Joshua finds himself listening to a familiar drum sequence.

Then the sound of an electric keyboard or some sort of Marimba.

We're talking away... I don't what, what to say...

"Shua, it's playing!" he hears from a familiar voice. Jeonghan is already rocking his head and the chorus hasn't even come in yet.

I'm to say that I'll say it anyway... today's another day to find you, shying away...

"'I'll be coming for your love, okay?'" Jeonghan sings, in his poor English, but lively and upbeat nonetheless. Honestly, it's endearing, the way Jeonghan points to Joshua as if he's cueing him. By this time, he's already broken out to a full dance, his limbs flying wildly around without a care in the world, with Joshua just watching him.

Joshua is feeling the second-hand embarrassment, but he can't fight the laughter spilling out of his mouth. He composes himself for a moment--- something he struggles to do--- but lets go once the chorus hits him.

"Take... on... me..." Joshua begins to sing, in a low voice, gradually becoming a bit louder as each second goes by until he's fully into the song.

Their fists jut out into the air as they go, "Take! On! Me!"

Take... me... on...

"Take! On! Me!"

And it's as if the Universe meant to slow time down, just for Joshua, who watches as Jeonghan's hair slowly flips through the air, every movement like a moving Polaroid, the sun shining upon him--- no, him shining upon the world--- like he was meant to.

"I'll... be... gone..." Jeonghan sings, and the rest fades into background noise.

In a day... Or two...

Maybe the Universe meant to give him a sign.

#jihan #jihan fic #svt

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jiminniethemarshmallow · 6 years ago

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Change of Plans (M)

Pairing: Jimin x OC

Genre: Fluffy fluff, smut

Word count: oof 19k

Summary: Jimin returns from a month long trip and wants to take you on a date, but not everything goes as planned.

(A/N): Sheesh this took me like 7 months to finish didn’t it? This was requested a looooong time ago and tbh I struggled with this and might have gotten carried away, but here it is! Enjoy!!

You didn’t get a wink of sleep last night. How could you when your mind was racing with everything you would do with your boyfriend tomorrow? Jimin has come home from his lengthy business trip and promised that he would take you out on a date in the morning, leaving you in suspense like always, so naturally you couldn’t stop imagining what he could possibly have planned. When you woke up, you acknowledged that you hadn’t gotten much sleep, but your energy levels were still as high as ever when you jumped out of bed to get ready for the day. Excitement coursed through your veins at the thought of seeing him again, giving you a buzz 10x better than your normal cup of coffee, and you stood by your front door until you heard his footsteps on your porch, opening the door just as he lifted his hand to knock.

“Chimchim!” You squeal in elation when his face comes into view, both of you breaking into smiles brighter than the rising sun as you jump into his arms, pulling yourself against his chest until no space exists between you.

“Jamjam!” Hearing Jimin’s voice in person after so long makes something flutter in your chest, and you pull him even closer, never wanting to let go. So, you shuffle the two of you back into your house, kicking closed the door with your foot.

“I missed you so much!” You mumble into his shirt, inhaling his scent deeply. It smells softly of the cologne you’d bought for his birthday last year, the one that he wears for special occasions, your favorite. “How was your trip? Was it fun?” Pulling back, Jimin looks down at you lovingly, the corners of his eyes crinkling in genuine happiness as he takes in all of your features. He had been gone for an entire month and contacted you every single day, but for a couple that has never gone longer than 2 days without seeing each other, it feels like it’s been an eternity.

“Ah, it was so nice, I wish you could have seen it. I thought about your beautiful face everywhere I went, but since I couldn’t bring you to all of those places, I just brought you back these.” Lifting a hand, Jimin reveals the bag of goodies he is holding, filled to the brim with souvenirs and small gifts, some of which look expensive as you skim through the various items. But you were never really one for gift giving, even though your boyfriend always spent immense time, energy, and thought into every present he’s ever given.

Placing down the bag, you reattach yourself to him, chin in his chest and eyes peering up at him. “You didn’t have to.” Your smile shines on your whole face and Jimin can’t help but get lost in studying your every feature, almost missing your words and forgetting to respond.

“I did.” He nods. “Some of that stuff is really cool, but it’s just a piece of what I got to experience. I wanted to bring you a part of that.”

“I could think of something else I would appreciate more.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“Hmm,” Pretending to think, you shift your eyes away from his face for a second before they snap back to meet his. “You still haven’t kissed me yet.” His eyes close into small slits as he gazes down at you, a playful grin on his cheeks as he cranes his head down to connect your lips, pulling his arms tight around you and sweeping you off your feet. The kiss is gentle and passionate, sending sparks through your chest that cause your heartbeat to speed up. When he pulls away, you stand on your toes to follow him, wanting to kiss him for as long as possible to make up for the time you missed. But he somehow manages to get away from you and you pout with a whine.

“Baby, we have a whole day ahead of us. Don’t you wanna see what I planned for us to do today?” Jimin counters with an even cuter pout than you and you cave, heart completely collapsing in its cage at how sweet he looks.

“Okay, fine. Lead the way.” You sigh, moving away from him.

“Are you ready to go?” You confirm with a nod, picking up your purse and phone from the small table near the door and then you’re both heading out toward his car, hand in hand.

“Wait, do you think I need a jacket?” You ask when you’re both seated in his vehicle, seatbelts already in place and buckled.

“It’s a beautiful day, I think you’ll be fine.” Jimin’s smile is reassuring and you think no more about the subject because yes, today is a beautiful day.

Looking out of your passenger window, you observe how everything seems to look so much brighter and more cheerful. The trees are greener, the weather is warmer, the colors are more vivid. Everything just seems... happy. These past few weeks away from your lover have been hell. You felt as though the sky held a dark overcast from the moment he left, bringing in a cold chill and even a few rainy days, which you never minded before. Usually, you loved rainy days, especially ones that you spend with Jimin. Ones where it wasn’t storming but light showers that soak the earth and make you want to stay in the dry warmth of your home. Jimin would come over and the two of you would cuddle, sitting in your bed watching movies or catching up on shows. He’d help you cook dinner or even bake snacks, sometimes holding small competitions to see whose turned out better or who could decorate the best, and you would always laugh the entire time as he cracked jokes or made funny faces at you from across the kitchen. Then you two would slow things down with some warm drinks and blankets and just lay in your bed, holding each other until one of you falls asleep— which was often you— and Jimin would turn off the tv and pull you close until he fell asleep too, waking up early in the mornings to be out of the house for work. He would tip toe around your place, making you breakfast and completing his morning routine with the toiletries and drawer full of clothes he owns at your house, but always managing to wake you up before he creeps through the door when he can’t resist kissing your forehead or cheeks cutely. Your eyes would crack open barely enough to see him and you’d smile, stretching and wishing him a good day at work as he gathers his things and leaves for the day. Those days are the best.

But while he was gone, you felt the fabled gloom that came with rainy days and they weren’t the same. Everything felt icky and you dragged through those days with low energy and even lower spirits. You’re heart was as cloudy as the sky and the only thing that could cheer you up was to call him and listen to his voice as he described to you all the cool things he had seen and done that day. And listening to his enthusiasm raised your energy, but also made you miss him more because you wished you could be with him.

All of that is behind you now though, because Jimin is here with you now and you can’t stop staring at his face as he speaks about all of the adventures he had on his trip. You’re only half listening, but you enjoy his stories anyway because of the expressions he makes when he gets excited or remembers a particularly funny or memorable moment. And you laugh along with him.

“...And it was so cute! Hey- are you listening?” Jimin turns to look at you when he stops at a light, catching you off guard.

“Huh? Yeah, of course.” You were in the middle of detailing the outline of his jawline into the gorgeous length of his neck and Adam’s apple when he catches your attention with his expectant eyes.

“What did I just say then?” He questions, squinting his eyes at you skeptically.

“You were talking about how cute it was?” You try to answer confidently, but your voice betrays you and it comes out as more of a question than a reply.

“What was cute?” Jimin’s interrogation continues and you’re caught. Truthfully, you have no idea what he was talking about, all you know is that he looked damn good saying it. A blush starts to speckle your cheeks and you avert your eyes when you can’t answer him, but Jimin doesn’t look angry, instead he looks amused, and he reaches over to caress the underside of your chin fondly, to which you flinch from ticklishness and swat at his hand. “You’re adorable.”

“S-shut up,” You frown, crossing your arms. “Watch the road, you goofball.” He turns his attention back to the road ahead of him just as the light turns green.

“Anyway, as I was saying, we got to meet a red panda and I took a bunch of photos of it and even got to play with it!” This time you’re listening and your attitude goes away the instant he starts speaking again, the two of you talking about everything random you can think of. Conversations with Jimin always came easily to you, and for that you were thankful.

It feels like you’ve been driving for a while and your legs are starting to cramp, so you figure it’s time to finally ask where the hell he was taking you. Yes, you trust him with everything, but you still wanted to know where you were going. Your curiosity was eating you alive.

“Babe, where are we going?” You ask outright during a dull moment in your conversation.

“You’ll find out soon, were almost there.” Looking around, you don’t recognize anything around you, meaning he’s taking you somewhere you’ve never been before. Sensing your skepticism, Jimin only chuckles and drops a hand onto your thigh, giving it a light squeeze that makes you tense for a split second. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, I trust you. I’m just-“

“Then have patience, my dear. I planned out everything for today and I want it to be a surprise, so don’t expect me to tell you anything.”

Your eyes squint at him when he flashes you his award winning smile and you struggle to keep a straight face, eventually breaking into a grin of your own. So with that, you shut your mouth and continue to gaze out at the view, watching the landscape wiz by on this bright and sunny day. A few clouds trailed behind you, speckling the sky with pillows of fluffiness, but the path ahead of you was clear, so you roll your window down and enjoy the breeze. Fifteen minutes goes by in a flash and you arrive at a large grassy park surrounding a glistening lake, people scattered around having fun in groups, couples, and families without a care in the world. Stepping out of your boyfriend’s car you’re engulfed by the atmosphere, the smell of flowers and trees immersing you in the joyfulness of your surroundings, and Jimin watches you stand there and take it all in, your small smile subsequently causing one to split his own lips.

Shaking your attention back to him for a moment, he opens the trunk of his car and calls you over, grabbing items that remain hidden from your view until you walk around to stand next to him. Looking inside, you’re surprised with a basket and folded blanket, along with a small cooler, frisbee, and other small games.

“What’s all this?” Immediately you realize your stupid question because it’s so obvious what it’s for, and you face palm yourself in embarrassment, hoping he doesn’t see the blush on your cheeks.

“Why, it’s a picnic, of course!” Jimin responds in a humorous voice, gesturing to the basket. “I packed some good food too. Here, take this.” He hands you the blanket as he grabs all of the other things, refusing your help as he struggles to shut the trunk door and lock the car with his limited hands.

“This place is beautiful, how’d you find it?” You ask, taking the lead as you both walk from the parking lot to the grassy field. Your eyes scan for a spot to set up your things, preferably somewhere without many people, with a good view of the area. The sound of rustling grass beneath your feet is so satisfying and you almost want to walk more just to hear it.

“It’s not too far from where my parents live, actually. We used to come here on nice days like these and my dad would rent out a gazebo so we could barbecue. Sometimes they’d invite our family friends and sometimes it would just be us, but I always had fun.” You hum with a nod, spotting a shaded area somewhat close to the water and guiding Jimin there. “I remember one time my brother brought his girlfriend along with us,” He laughs, shifting the things around in his hands. “She was really shy at first and didn’t say much, but when we finally got her to speak, we couldn’t get her to stop. Turns out she was really pushy and kept cheating at all of the games, plus she was mean to my brother and that didn’t go over well with my mom. They broke up after that.”

Fidgeting again, he loses grip on the items in his arms and drops something, which you quickly bend down and pick up before he can, smiling sweetly at him. Your steps slow when you reach the spot, and you unfold the blanket to spread it on the well-kept grass below. You were far enough from the shading tree that there weren’t sticks and leaves all over the ground and you could avoid falling objects and bugs, yet you still caught the shade just right. It was perfect.

“Let’s sit here.” Turning to him, you watch him survey the area, giving an approving nod after a moment.

“I like it.” He places down his things and smooths out the fabric, grabbing your hand and yanking you down with him as he plops down on the comfortable sheet. You fall forward and land half on top of him, catching yourself with one arm, face just inches away from his. He grins up at you, devious look in his eye before giving you a chaste peck and helping you to a sitting position, both of you giggling the entire time.

“I love it here, it’s so peaceful,” You hum as you listen to the sound of wind rustling the leaves behind you. You take a deep breath, breathing in the fresh air and it relaxes you. Your eyes fall on Jimin, who is already staring at you with twinkling eyes, and you smile, a warmth spreading across your chest. “Do you think your family would have liked me if you’d invited me to one of those barbecues?” His face is soft, just like his voice that blends into the sounds of nature around you.

“They would have loved you, Jamjam.” Now that the initial excitement of seeing each other again has dulled down, he has the chance to actually admire you. Butterflies flutter in his stomach when your face lights up at his words, your eyes holding his until his crease into slits from his smile.

“You should invite them here for a family reunion one day. It would bring up so many great memories.”

“In theory that sounds like a great idea, except I doubt we’ll all be able to agree on a date or time to come here. With my brother moving away for his job and my parents settling into their condo and becoming less active, I don’t think it’ll work out.” Reaching over you, Jimin grabs the basket and pulls it toward him, opening the lid and pulling out containers of food.

“If they love you, they’ll show up. I’m sure all of them will be happy to hear from you since it’s been a while.” You smile up and him, placing a reassuring hand on his thigh.

“You’re right. And it’ll be the perfect chance for them to finally meet you properly.” His eyes sparkle, a hint of mischief in them when he sees your eyes widen for a split second.

“I’ve met your mom before, at the market that one time. Remember?” You hastily bring up, not sure if that’ll even help your cause.

“That doesn’t count, we only talked for like 5 minutes, and she mostly only spoke to me. You haven’t been formally introduced and you still haven’t met my father or brother yet, either.” Your tongue runs over the front of your teeth as you look away from him, unsure why there’s a jittery feeling in the pit of your stomach. Jimin started dating you about 2 years ago and he’s always talked highly of his family. He told you stories of them and described their personalities to the point where you felt like you knew them, yet you didn’t know if they would like you or approve of you being with their son. Your own parents barely approved of your relationship, but Jimin just treats you so well and makes you so happy that it would be a crime for them to break you up. “I’m certain all of them are going so see how amazing you are the instant you meet them.” He grins at you, the scene unfolding in his colorful mind. “My mom will look into those gorgeous eyes of yours and see that wonderful smile that just radiates sincerity, and she’ll fall for you just as hard as I did. Of course, my dad and brother will be pretty much indifferent, but when they see the way we look at each other with so much love, they won’t think twice about you.”

A blush creeps up on your cheeks, the lovely image Jimin paints in your mind making you feel a thousand times better. There’s no way anyone can object to you; you’re head over heels in love with him and he feels that exact same way about you. The conversation shifts to something less heavy and you feel somewhat thankful for that fact. It’s only been less than 10 minutes into your date and he’s already pouring his heart out to you. Not that you’re against that, of course.

Jimin is the type of boyfriend that plans everything to the very last detail, especially his dates with you. He planned out the meticulously made brunch that he packed for you and the snacks that he knew you’d want after. He packed an excess of games and activities just in case you got bored, even though you ended up just watching him play with a Hacky Sack and walking down a stretch of the park, talking about new music, tv shows, movies, anything that’s interested you in the past couple of weeks; and of course he was attentive to every single detail, hanging onto every word you spoke. He brought his sketchbook, for the moment when you’d both sit on the blanket— listening to the people and nature around you, breathing in the fresh air and just being— his hand sketching away the features of your side profile onto a piece of paper as you looked away from him, mind probably swimming in thoughts that he wishes he could read. Drawing you has always been a passion of his, and he felt that it was a more effective way of capturing the moment than a photo of you. It just felt more real.

“Are you drawing me?” When you finally notice, he’s already completed an already insanely real outline of your face shape, and it’s immediately recognizable. He grins at your shocked face, already starting to transfer the look on your face to the drawing beneath him. “Don’t draw that!” You reach for his pencil but he’s quicker, pulling it away and turning his body from you, chuckling quietly to himself.

“You’re the most beautiful subject I could imagine, I couldn’t pass up the perfect opportunity to create even more beautiful art. Although, I have to say, I could never have enough talent to truly capture how much of a masterpiece you are in real life. I can only put down the essence of your beauty, from my perspective.” The corner of your lip lifts slightly as you watch his hand move gracefully across the canvas, creating details from thin air that seem perfectly accurate, even though he’s no longer looking at you. You love when he talks this way, not just about you, but about art and how he views the world in such a creative way. You love him for it, love how he describes you and everything in your lives as something beautiful and inspiring. You guess that’s why he fits into his career so well.

Jimin lightly instructs you to look away from him like before, “if you can” he teasingly adds, so he can complete his work. The two of you sit in silence for as long as he creates, shading your face and outlining in perfect detail every flaw and perfection that makes you who you are. The silence is comfortable, to say the least, and even though you’re not saying anything, it still feels like you’re communicating in a way. See, you have the type of relationship that doesn’t need words, one where you would be perfectly okay no matter if you were speaking or not. Jimin could sit next to you in complete and utter silence for hours and you wouldn’t feel awkward or nervous, neither of you would feel the need to fill the space with voices and side chatter, you could just sit there. You could sit there because you had an understanding. Not many people could grasp that concept very well, and admittedly, you didn’t have the energy to explain it to them. But because of this mutual understanding, you felt like it made your relationship that much stronger.

While he was away, Jimin would video call you everyday to tell you about new experiences he had, people he met, things he tried for the very first time. Sometimes he’d describe the landscape to you, painting vivid pictures in your mind before he even showed you the real ones, making you feel like you experienced it yourself. Most days, you would stay on the phone long after your conversations were over, him either quietly editing photos he’d taken and deciding which ones were the best to publish or sketching something in his sketchbook, maybe an idea or a memory that he’d like to immortalize from when he was away from his camera, like a conversation, or a feeling. And you would be watching something on Netflix, making casual comments about the characters or predictions, or maybe you would just be listening to music— always his playlist since you believed he had better taste than you— but it could be quiet like that for hours and neither of you would mind. Just being in his presence, knowing he was with you even though he was miles away was enough. On particularly long nights, you’d fall asleep while on a call with him, your head always lulled toward the camera, and Jimin would stop everything just to watch you sleep, wishing he could lean through the screen and kiss your forehead and cheeks. He has several screenshots and drawings of your sleeping face, some that are very detailed and some that are just impressions of you, but he kept all of them and they made his month away seem like not such a long time.

Drawing you felt so natural for him and by now he could probably create an entire mural of you from memory. He just couldn’t get enough of you, and quite frankly, he needed this silence to be able to take it all in. To see you physically and just be there with you. It feels as if he’s only been hearing your voice for the past month and now all he wants to do is stare at you.

You’re not sure how long you spend in the park. Over an hour or maybe several, and everything seems to be going just as Jimin planned. He didn’t plan you’re entire day, that would be obsessive, but he did over-prepare like he always tended to do, which is never something to complain about. Jimin’s personality is simple. He’s a thoughtful person that sometimes cares too much about the details, but when he loves, he loves with his whole heart. You don’t think he’s ever hated anyone in his entire life, and if he has it’s probably someone that hurt a person that he loves. Easily stressed out because of his meticulousness, he needs constant praise and validation that he’s doing a good job, that all of his effort is not for naught and that he his appreciated. Of course, he earns it so nobody ever has any problems with that fact about him.

When it comes to you, Jimin won’t settle for anything but the best. He believes you are a queen— no, a goddess— and that you deserve the very best in every situation, which sometimes you feel isn’t true, but you let him do what he wants. He would never expect a perfect day like this to get ruined, everything was going so well, but nature has an odd way of always doing the unexpected.

Laying side by side, you and your boyfriend stare up at the sky, shoulders touching and hands interlocked. You’re cloud gazing, as cliche as it sounds, and you make it a game to see who can find the most objects and animals in the ever morphing sky pillows above you. He’s winning, with his child like imagination and overflowing creativity, but you still try your hardest to best him.

“That does not look like a tiger.” You laugh, squinting at the cloud he’s pointing to.

“Yes it does! See? It even has stripes.” As Jimin makes his testimonial, you turn your head to look at him, no longer focused upward. His side profile is almost as captivating as his front one and once again you’re trap in his hypnotic attractiveness. Just like in the car, you find it hard for you to listen to what he’s saying and he notices immediately. “Hey, you’re not listening again.” He whines, bottom lip jutted out cutely.

“I’m sorry Chim, I just can’t stop staring at you. How are you so...” You can’t find the word to describe him, he’s nothing that you’ve ever encountered before and you don’t even think there’s a word for his level of attractiveness.

“Hot? Sexy? Mind blowingly god-like?” Yes. All of the above. You think to yourself.

“I was going to say adorable.” The scowl of betrayal that crosses his face makes you laugh out loud and you know he hates when you call him that (even though secretly he loves it, but will never admit it). Placing a hand on his cheek, you graze your thumb over his lips, marveling at how plush they are. “But yeah, you’re all of those things too.”

He leans in and your lips meet for a electrifying few seconds, everything seeming to slow down around you. He deepens the kiss with a swipe of his tongue and you let his mouth mold into yours, despite being in a public place where people can clearly see you. The wind whips around you, blowing around fresh green leaves, and it would have been romantic had it not been for the fat drop of water that splatters against your cheek. You pull away from him abruptly, surprised by the wetness and he looks at you as you wipe it away, both of your heads turning toward the sky, which is seemingly still bright.

“Is it raining?” You ask, perplexed for a moment.

“I didn’t feel anythi-“ As if on cue, another big rain drop lands square in the center of Jimin’s forehead, others following and creating a noise around you before you even see the clouds roll in. It’s just out of your line of sight, over the leaves of the tall tree grounded behind you, but the evidence is there, wind picking up a more aggressive pace that rustles the grass surrounding you.

Both of you stand, finally turning around to see the monstrous dark cloud that has been trailing you, a quiet rumble of thunder sounding within its depths. It seems to roll as it travels, shaped almost like an attacking bear that’s almost upon its prey, and you nearly freeze at the sight of it, wondering how you missed it’s black billows that crawl closer to you.

“Oh my god, we need to get out of here.” You state, but Jimin has already jumped into action and is now halfway finished packing up your belongings into the basket. You’re still standing on the blanket when he pulls its corners up.

“Help me fold this.” This prompts you to move and you messily fold it up, uncaring of the grass that clings to its fibers. You gather the basket in your hands and slide on your shoes, not wasting time to tie them as both you and Jimin jog to the car just as the rain gets harder. Throwing everything into the backseat, you jump in the car just in time, barely missing the weather as the sky seemingly opens up and pours down massive water droplets that fall like bullets against the car’s roof. All you can hear is the sound of heavy rain as your date comes to a devastating halt.

“Well, this is unexpected.” You comment, laughing lightly in surprise that you just barely escaped being caught outside in this. “I told you I should have brought a jacket.” You’re joking, but Jimin doesn’t laugh along with you, his eyebrows knit tightly together as he looks out of the window longingly.

“I’m sorry, jagiya. Our date is ruined.” He whispers, as if saying it out loud will make his statement true.

“No, Jimin. It’s not ruined, we can find something else to do.” You immediately reach over to cup his squishy cheeks in your hands, bringing his eyes to yours, round and wide, notably different from the happy little crescents you’re used to seeing on him.

“But it was such a beautiful day. I checked the weather a million times before to make sure today was perfect for you, but it still stormed.” His lip flips upside down like a child, or an adorable puppy, and you have the sudden urge to kiss away all of his disappointment. Jimin has the tendency to worry over things like this, things that he’s done for other people and especially things that are out of his control. He always stresses about their opinions of him or his actions, when in reality, those people never had any expectations for him in the first place, and it’s always his own unreasonably high expectations that make him feel as though he has disappointed someone. He has never even come close to disappointing you in your entire relationship, not a single time, yet somehow you know that’s his biggest fear. Letting you down.

“Hey, look at me.” You try to find his eyes when they drop to the space between you, lowering your head until he looks at you again. “Today was a beautiful day, and we enjoyed it while it lasted. But it doesn’t have to be over if we don’t want it to be. We can have fun somewhere else or even just spend time at home, it doesn’t matter because all that matters is that we spend time together. I didn’t come here just to enjoy the sunshine, I’m only here because you’re here, and I’ll go anywhere you want as long as you’re there with me. Okay?” Your reassuring smile seems to put him at ease and he nods, looking out of the window once more before starting the car with a deep breath.

“Okay then. Change of plans, I guess we’re finding something else to do.” He announces as he pulls out of the parking lot, turning onto the road in the opposite direction of your house.

“That’s the spirit! We can improvise.” You can see how the word sends chills down his spine. Jimin rarely ever does anything on impulse without careful consideration. Improvising and doing things differently than he envisioned in his head usually brings him great discomfort and anxiety, but luckily you’re here to break him out of his spell. He needs to loosen up a little, and you think you’re the perfect person to show him how.

The cars around you appear as a blur as rain cascades down the windows. The windshield wipers are sufficient, but if the rain gets any heavier you aren’t sure what you would do. You squint to see the signs on the roadside, the only legible ones being the illuminated neon signs of store fronts. Jimin drives slowly, attempting to look out with you, but you scold him and tell him to focus on the road, more worried about your safety than finding something to do.

“We could go shopping?” You strain your eyes at a sign that announces a mall of some sort, but the sight discourages you. “Oh, it’s an outdoor mall.” Continuing the search you see more things that pique your interest. “A bookstore?”

“Cute, but we’re not that kind of couple.” Jimin laughs, receiving a nudge on the arm from you.

“Bowling alley?”

“Mm, not really feeling it.”

“A public gym?” This time you’re joking and he gives you a quick but sharp side eye, completely disregarding your comment. “I don’t know babe, what else is there to do around here?” Loading maps on your phone, you search through the area for anything that seems the least bit fun until Jimin makes a sound of realization and speeds up. “What?”

“I know where I wanna go.” There’s a proud grin on his face, one that seems triumphant as if he’s just saved the day and you question him, knowing that you probably won’t get a straight answer, which you don’t. “I remember this area from when my parents used to live around here, I hope it’s still there.”

“What place?” You receive silence as a response and resign to sitting back in your chair and enjoying the ride. If he knows where he’s going, you’ll trust him.

“Thank god it’s still here.” He sighs after pulling into the semi-crowded parking lot. It seems as though you’ve outran the storm and the rain is lighter here, enough for you to see the large sign at the front of the long building.

“Roller skating? But I don’t know how to skate.” After a few moments of consideration, you look at him, uncertainty swimming in your eyes, but he’s beaming and giving you this starry eyed look that you can’t say no to, so you give in. “Do you have an umbrella?”

“No, actually I thought I’d just hold you over my head and use you as cover.” He says with a straight face, but he can’t hold it for long before he’s breaking into a smile and reaching into the back seat. “Of course I have one, I always keep one in my car.”

He exits first, opening the door to open the device before stepping out and walking around the car. Then he takes a detour straight for the entrance, leaving you to scream at him in betrayal before he jogs back over and retrieves you. He’s laughing all the way to the front doors and even allows you to snatch the umbrella when you reach the door, forcing him to walk the last few steps in the rain. Upon entering, Jimin walks ahead of you up to the desk at the front, scanning prices on a large sign. Then he turns to the young man working the desk and smiles, causing a surprised blush to crawl onto the worker’s face.

“We’d like to sign up for skating lessons, please.” The man at the desk nods, ringing up the price on the cash register.

“You’re just in time, the next lesson starts in 10 minutes. For 2?”

“Yup.” Jimin leans on the counter and you catch the worker eyeing him for a moment before glancing at you and blushing when you raise your eyebrows.

“Well, personally I think these lessons are way overpriced, and since you’re so charming, I’ll give you both a discount.” You nearly cackle at the offer. Jimin hasn’t said more than two sentences and he’s already got this boy to fall for him. You guess that’s one of the perks of having a handsome boyfriend. “Lessons start on the left side of the rink, you’ll see ‘em. Have fun!” Jimin smiles happily and pays, thanking the man and taking your hand to lead you through the glass doors into the main area.

The interior of the building is bigger than you originally expect. There’s a pretty big arcade to the left side of the rink sitting in the center, colorful neon and glow-in-the-dark patterns and lights lining practically everything in sight. It’s noisy, the sound of wheels on polished wood echoing throughout the space, and it smells of pizza and a little like feet but it’s tolerable. The rink itself is busy with people of all ages, most of them skating so fast that they only appear as streaks to you and others taking their time or hugging the wall unsteadily. It’s a bit intimidating for your first time there but everyone seems to be having fun, so you try to relax a little. Jimin’s warm hand encircling yours certainly helps too.

“Was he flirting with you?” You laugh, noting the pink that tinges your boyfriend’s cheeks at the mention.

“I think so.” He chuckles in response, both of you walking over to the right side of the room where you see a teenage girl standing behind a counter, surrounded by pairs of roller skates. When the two of you step up, she looks between you, barely concealing the roll of her eyes at the sight. She sighs, standing up a bit straighter to address you with a forced smile.

“What size?” With zero introduction, her words catch you off guard and you blink at her for a moment. “What size shoe do you wear?” She tries again, annoyance creeping into her tone.

Jimin could answer for you, he knows what size you wear, but he lets you speak because this is supposed to be a learning experience. It takes you a minute to remember, looking down at your feet briefly before blurting out a number, to which the girl only sighs.

“We don’t have women’s sizes, what is your size in men’s?”

“I don’t know.”

“Please refer to the chart.” She replies after taking a moment to collect herself. You look down at the counter, finding a conversion chart of shoe sizes and telling her your new size with equal annoyance. Jimin gives her his and then she walks into a back room to retrieve your skates, leaving you at the counter.

“What’s her problem?” You say with furrowed eyebrows, only getting a chuckle and a head shake from your boyfriend. She comes back out and sets the shoes on the counter for you to grab, and as soon as they leave her hands, she turns and exits back into the storage room, probably tired from all the social interaction she was just forced to endure. You take your shoes and you and Jimin walk to a nearby bench, sitting down and sliding off your sneakers.

Looking down, you grimace at the pair of skates you were given. They’re dirty and worn and probably smell terrible— you’re not bold enough to put them anywhere near your nose to find out. Just the thought of hundreds of people’s dirty feet being in them makes you want to vomit and you hesitate to slide them onto your own. Jimin looks up from his lacing his second skate to see your feet still bare.

“Babe, you have to actually wear the shoes in order for us to take the lessons.” He laughs, scooting closer to you to pick up one of yours.

“Ew, but they’re so dirty.” Your nose scrunches in disgust and he just shrugs.

“They’re no dirtier than the floor you’ve got your feet on.”

After bringing up the point, Jimin takes your foot and helps you put on the shoe, lacing them up for you as you work on the other begrudgingly. He ties them tight so they won’t come off and asks you if they’re comfortable, to which you replay that they’re as comfortable as they could be, then he stands and offers his hand to you. The way he stands there perplexed you because it’s as if he doesn’t have wheels on his feet- he’s completely stable. You take his hand and test your feet beneath you wondering if your skates have less resistance than his because you can’t seem to steady yourself.

“To stand up, just put you toe to the ground to help you push off. There’s a rubber stopper there so your foot won’t move.” Taking his advice, you point your toe and attempt to stand, but the moment you put weight on your other foot, the wheels start to roll and you fall back onto the bench with a plop. You frown deeply.

“This isn’t going to work out for me, I’ll just sit here and watch you skate.” Giving up immediately, you relax into the seat, but he refuses to let go of your hand.

“No, I didn’t pay for the lessons for me, they’re for you. I already know how to skate, you’re the one that needs to learn.” He’s smiling and talking through his teeth, giving you a comical look as though he’s willing you to get up with his eyes. But you stare back at him with wide eyes, still not moving until he tries a different tactic. “Jammy,” He whines loudly, shoulders dropping. “I really want you to skate with me. It’ll be so fun!”

“I’m scared.” You complain, palm sweaty in his as you try to work up the nerve to stand again. Various people in your life throughout the years have tried to teach you how to roller skate, but every time you refused. You’ve seen too many people fall on the hard floor and you never wanted to experience that, so the best way to avoid it is to not skate at all. But Jimin has been the one to take you out of your comfort zone throughout your entire relationship, showing you things you’ve never even thought of and sharing most of your first experiences.

“When I was on my trip, I met a group of people that made me try a lot of new things that I wasn’t used to. Some of those things scared me or made me nervous, but they convinced me that everything would be alright and I realized those things weren’t that bad. And I ended up loving most of the experiences I had, and the ones that I didn’t, I was still glad that I tried them. The point is, you don’t know what you’re going to love or be good at until you try it.” He gives you a reassuring grin and you roll your eyes at him, trying hard not to be inspired.

“Are you trying to convince me with a motivational speech?” You ask with narrowed eyes, placing your free hand on the bench for support.

“Maybe.” The smug lift of his lips makes you scoff.

“Well, it worked.” Giving it another try, you use your hand to help you, pulling at Jimin’s as you stumble to a standing position, your body colliding into his. But he catches you and steadies you with his hands on your waist as you wobble.

“I got you.” He whispers just inches from your face, your hands squeezing his shoulders tightly. Your eyes are wide and you stand there in disbelief that you’re actually doing this. The things you do for love.

“This is stupid,” You mumble while Jimin reaches for your hand again, leading you to the wall of the rink so you can hold onto it as you both waddle to the other side to join the class. “Who even invented skating? Like, who said ‘hey let’s put wheels on our feet and roll around instead of walking like a normal person’, and who approved?” You rant, mouth pressed into a thin line as you concentrate on not falling.

“Skating is a lot faster than walking. I think it was a pretty smart idea.” He shrugs, avoiding kids that skate past him and tables and benches lining the ring. “When I was a kid, I used to skate around everywhere, even in the house sometimes, and my mom would get angry and try to force me to take them off. But my grandma would always argue with her because she’s the one that got them for me as a gift and she was glad to see I was actually using them.”

“Seems to me that you were just a bad little kid.” You retort, squeezing his hand when you almost lose your balance.

“I was not! I was just really good at skating and I liked moving fast.”

“You’re good at everything.”

“Well my mom used to take me here all of the time, so I had a lot of experience. You can be good at anything if you practice enough.”

“Oh my god. So what, you’re a life coach now?” You tease, earning a cheeky grin from Jimin.

“Let’s just say I’m pretty wise for my age.”

You finally reach the left side of the rink and spot a group of people standing around chatting. There’s someone wearing a tacky uniform standing toward the center of the group and you assume that the lessons are about to start. You find a spot close to the instructor and listen as she cheerfully greets all of you, welcoming you and listing what she’s going to teach today. She must have said the words “beginners class” a hundred times and you’re starting to feel a bit embarrassed as you look around the group. It’s mostly parents and children, a few teenagers and even fewer adults who also appear to be couples. Looking over, you see Jimin lit up with excitement as he listens attentively. He claims these lessons are for you, but he seems to be getting more out of it than you are. Finally, the lady guides you all onto the rink, which has cleared out a little since you first walked in, and stands in front of the line of people as most of you cling to the wall as you make your way onto the slippery wood. This surface is a lot different than the carpet you were just standing on, and your fear returns as your feet slide in every direction. Jimin laughs quietly beside you, trying to hide it, but you catch him anyway and give him a hard scowl.

The first 10-20 minutes of the lesson was focused on teaching you how to stand properly without falling. It was hard to stand on your own for a while, but with your boyfriend’s help, you got the hang of it eventually. Then she moved on to teaching everyone how to get up after falling, which made your heart drop because you dreaded the thought of busting your ass on this hard ground. This task was a bit harder and even Jimin struggled a bit, but you were even successful with that and were doing surprisingly well. He complimented you on everything you did successfully and you appreciated it, but it wasn’t until the instructor praised you that you truly started to gain confidence. Then it was on to the actual skating part and you practically froze as the instructor demonstrated how to push off and start moving.

“It’s not that hard, Jammy, really.” Jimin reassures, trying to show you in slow motion as everyone was left to try on their own. You were standing in the middle of the rink now, having practically mastered standing still, and your reluctance to move worries him. “C’mon, try it with me.” He takes both of your hands and you panic, wanting to snatch your hands away but scared to death of being left unsupported in the middle of nowhere, so you squeeze him with all your might.

“Jimin!” You shout, suddenly very shaky and wobbly on your own two feet, but he just laughs.

“You can do it! Look, just push off from your toe and glide.”

“I can’t, I can’t!” You squeal, not even paying attention to how the rest of the class is doing around you. Other people are screaming too, equally as nervous as you, but you’re too absorbed in your own plight to notice. Jimin stops moving to allow you to collect yourself. You take a deep breath and try your hardest to keep steady.

“Once you start moving, it’s easy.” He reassures, but you shake your head.

“But what do I do when I start moving?”

“Shift your weight side to side like you’re waddling. Don’t worry, I’ll guide you. I have you.” Looking into his eyes, you see how sincere he is and begin to trust him. Jimin knows what he’s doing, he wouldn’t let you fall. “We can go over to the wall if you want?”

“Yes, please.” You sigh in relief, but you’re unprepared for him to start moving so soon. He moves your hands to his hips and pushes off, pulling you along as he crosses traffic to reach the wall. Your feet don’t move as you roll behind him, shaking and holding on for dear life. With one hand on the wall and the other in Jimin’s, you listen to him with wide eyes as he explains the motion he wants you to copy. His movements are slow and fluid, demonstrating his skill, and he makes it look so easy that you give it a try. But you quickly find out that it’s not as simple as it looks and you stumble for a few steps before letting go of his hand and latching onto the solid ledge of the wall.

“Well,” He gets out after giggling a bit. “That’s a start. Try taking smaller strides.” He grabs your hand again— which feels much sweatier this time— and helps you get started, your feet moving in choppy steps, almost as if you’re trying to walk normally, but instead you end up practically walking in place as the wheels prevent you from making any forward progress. “It’s not walking, it’s gliding. You have to relax and just go with the motions.” Letting your body relax a bit, you let him lead, your feet following his until you fall into the same rhythm and you’re skating fluidly.

“I can’t believe I’m doing it.” You breathe, eyes wide as you concentrate on keeping the same flow. You’re still moving quite slow and your hand is still shadowing the wall, but you’ve got the movement down for the most part as you make your way around the rink.

“I told you that you could. It’s all about staying relaxed. This isn’t so scary, right?”

“No, I’m still terrified, but at least I’m doing it.” He laughs at that, looking at you endearingly as you make laps around. Then he slowly begins to pull you farther and farther away from the wall until just your fingertips are within reach of it. “Wait, where are you going?” You begin to panic, trying to move back toward the edge.

“Going closer to the center. You’re not even using the wall anymore, I think it’s time for the next step. Trust me.” Jimin’s face is soft and caring, encouraging you with a small nod and you take a deep breath before allowing him to pull you into circulation. It’s intimidating, mixing with all of the other skaters who are moving way faster than you. The swerve around you closely, the wind they carry behind them seeming to pull you along faster as they all breeze by. More people have entered the rink, children who are way better than you that show off their skills by dancing to the energetic music as they roll. Teenagers with their friends and dates race around, talking loudly over the speakers and only half paying attention to the people around them, moving with ease and complete composure. And of course there are the skilled adults that demonstrate skills and tricks as they complete their laps, but they’re focused more toward the inside so they can avoid slow skaters like you. Being in the mix makes you want to pick up your pace, so you shuffle your feet faster and Jimin follows gladly, still holding your hand and helping you around the turns.

The class is pretty much over now as everyone in your group is now moving on their own free will, having learned the basics enough to function in the crowd. You look around and see that you’re doing much better than some of the other students that were in your class, given most of them were children. Jimin looks over at you as you make your way around and around, your hair trailing behind in the most beautiful way, a smile gracing your lips as you start to feel more comfortable and confident. Joy sparkles in your eye, as well as a little surprise because it turns out that you are pretty good and this and Jimin was right all along, and he’s just happy that he’s the one that gets to experience this joy with you. Your hands are no longer clammy in his and he’s proud at the courage you’ve shown, despite initially being terrified to even stand up earlier today.

“Have I told you how amazing you look today?” He inquires, still admiring the view he has of you, mentally capturing the image of you.

“Hmm, I don’t think you have...” Glancing over at him, you send him a playful look, squeezing his fingers a little bit tighter.

“Well, you look absolutely gorgeous today- even with those tacky skates on your feet.” Jimin laughs as he drops his eyes to the clunky shoes that he laced extra tight onto the bottom of your legs, their dingy color and appearance ruining the clean outfit you picked out for today, but he finds it cute nonetheless.

“Really? I’m glad cuz I was thinking about bringing back this style.” You drawl, earning a slight cringe from your boyfriend. “Yeah, just like the ‘80s when everyone wore skates everywhere and bought different pairs to match their clothes. I think that look could really make a comeback.” Both of you giggle, locking eyes for a short moment before returning them to the rink in front of you.

“That’s interesting because an hour ago you were just complaining about how stupid of an invention roller skates are.” He points out teasingly with an arch of his brow.

“I can tolerate them in the name of fashion.” There’s a moment of silence between you where you just bask in his presence next to you. Even though there are people all around you and the air is hot, the warmth of his hand is still noticeable enough for your heart to beat just a little bit faster. You don’t need his hand for support anymore, you’ve gotten the hang of it by now and feel more at ease, but you know Jimin doesn’t want to let go and neither do you.

“I can’t wait to teach you all of the cool things I learned how to do when I was a kid here.” He beams, eyes looking upward at the passing ceiling at the memory.

“You sure you remember how to do those things? Aren’t you a little out of practice?” You challenge, knowing that if you provoke him he’ll show you exactly what he can do. And you’re exactly right.

“Want me to show you?” He dares, that look entering his eyes, the look that tells you he’s really to show off and brag. One thing that you find amusing about his personality is how much he craves praise. It’s always been something that amazed you about him, how much different his performance is with a little bit of encouragement and validation. You’ve come to the conclusion that he’d do anything just to hear compliments, which isn’t a bad thing because usually you benefitted from his hard work.

“Show me what ya got, Chim.” He slowly drops your hand, still aware that you might still be wobbly, but you reassure him with a nod and he moves toward the center where you follow him and stand as you watch him practice his moves. He gets into the music immediately, dancing and showing off footwork. There’s a huge cocky grin on his face as he becomes more comfortable, squatting down on one leg and attempting spins with other people who look like professionals. You find this totally sexy, how his hair flutters around his face softly while a confident and almost seductive look plasters across his face as he bites his lip as he passes you. Your eyes follow him around intently, thoroughly impressed as he does increasingly more difficult skills that you see others struggling to master, yet he pulls them off so effortlessly. Of course he’s amazing at this, Jimin is good at almost every form of art, performing arts and visual, not to mention that he himself is a priceless work of art.

Standing there with your jaw slacked, you’re sure you look like an idiot as you nearly drool onto the slippery floors, awed by the display he puts on. He allows himself to play around for a while, recalling all the things he used to spend hours practicing, the other patrons being his only teachers. It’s interesting to see him this way, completely lost in something that he clearly loves and you can tell that he misses this. It reminds you of the way he tends to look at you when you catch him staring, entirely focused and swimming in his thoughts with a content look in his eyes. You make a mental note to bring him back here again soon.

Eventually he rejoins you, slightly sweaty with his hair brushed away from his forehead messily. You run your hands through it out of habit, used to always fixing it due to his own habit. Jimin smiles stupidly at you, waiting for your reaction which takes a while since you’re still processing what you just witnessed.

“Wow, I’m literally speechless,” You let out an airy laugh when you can’t find any words and watch as his eyes disappear completely behind his cheeks. “Why are you so good at everything?” At your whining, he giggles and punches your cheek, reaching for your hand again so you can jump back into the swarm of people that seems to be an ever changing, new faces cycling in and out every few minutes as the building starts to get crowded. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do any of that. I’ll settle for simply skating around in circles without all of the theatrics, thanks.”

“I think I can accept that.” He nods, loving how you seem almost completely comfortable on your feet now.

Up and Down by EXID blasts on the speakers and your eyes go wide, practically jumping with the urge to dance along. Others around you dance to the choreography easily, singing along loudly as the pace around you speeds up, so naturally you speed up too, pulled by the current of wind created by their moving bodies. Jimin sticks to his steady pace beside you but you want to move faster, going slightly ahead of him until his tug on your hand becomes too unstable and you release his fingers, moving entirely on your own. It’s easy to lose you in the crowd, he finds, people bobbing and weaving to each other in their excitement and he tries to keep his eye on you. But then the chorus starts and you speed up even more. He easily catches up to you, it’s not hard for him to skate fast, but he isn’t okay with you moving this far ahead of him, especially since you could fall with the slightest bump to your shoulder.

“Jam!” He calls after you, catching up until he’s at your side again. But you’re absorbed in the song and can’t hear him over the loud music and collective voices surrounding you. “Yah, slow down!”

Reaching out for your arm, he just barely misses as someone squeezes their way between you, forcing him to pull back so he doesn’t clothes line them accidentally. Your eyes shine in amazement as you see people in front of you flawlessly complete their variations of the dance, all while still skating forward at intense speeds. You wonder if Jimin can dance like that on wheels and you turn your head to ask him but lock eyes with a stranger instead. You catch a glimpse of him behind you, but you’re too afraid to turn any more because there’s a high chance that you could run into someone, so the next best option is the slow down, you realize with a start that you have no idea how to.

Logically, if you just stop pushing off with your feet and let yourself just ride the momentum, you would eventually slow, but it seems to you that you’re being pulled by an invisible rope, caught in the riptide of air that urges you forward. You could also just swerve over onto the side and wait by the wall so Jimin can rejoin you, but the panic that fills your chest prevents you from thinking straight. Unsure of how to slow yourself, you do the worst thing you could possibly do in skating, you start to lean back on your heels to stop your forward momentum— but you quickly see how terrible of an idea that is when the wheels under your feet keep moving unresisted and your body struggles to stay in balance. Jimin holds his breath and looks on in horror as you flail and stumble clumsily for a few seconds as you fight to remain standing, eventually righting yourself, both of your letting out a sigh of relief. The second your relax, however, you feel yourself become disoriented and you wonder how your legs managed to lift so high off the ground to where they are now eye level with you. You only realize a little too late that your legs aren’t just in the air, but your body is also dropping rapidly to the ground, the realization hitting when your body slams to the floor with a loud, solid thud.

At first, you don’t feel any pain, shock and confusion being the main things running through your mind, as well as the sight of Jimin’s alarmed expression standing over you. But then you feel it— the hot pain that originates in your butt and lower back that spreads up your spine. You lay there, wincing with your eyes closed, feeling the eyes of everyone who skates past. You’ve seen people fall like this before and you have to say, it’s a lot less funny when it happens to you. Admittedly, though, it doesn’t hurt as much as you expected it to, which is why you feared it so much.

“Ohmygod Jammy, are you okay?” Your boyfriend breathes, eyes wide and eyebrows knit tightly together. You stare for a few seconds, moving your limbs to make sure nothing is broken or hurt too bad, and then you do the most unexpected thing, causing his concern to turn into confusion. You laugh.

“Ouch.” You say through chuckles, allowing him to help you up once you push yourself into a sitting position. Both of you roll over to an opening and exit the rink, Jimin immediately escorting you to a bench where he seats you and inspects every inch of you. He doesn’t find anything notable aside from a sore spot on your lower back where your pelvis is.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to catch you,” He apologizes, face reflecting guilt. “I promised I had you and then I didn’t.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it, I’m fine. Promise.” You reassure with a hand on his cheek. “It’s my fault for getting cocky and skating too fast. Though, falling wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” You took the brunt of the fall on your ass and it cushioned you so that you didn’t hurt yourself.

“Really?” His face softens at your light tone and he relaxes a bit.

“Yeah, but still, 10/10 would not recommend.” At this, he laughs along with you, placing his hand on your knee.

“But you’re okay?” He asks again, serious. When you nod he sighs, looking away. “I think we’re done skating for today. It’s starting to get crowded.” With this, he reaches down to untie your laces, making sure your skates are off before he slips off his own. Both of you walk over to where you left your shoes, feet and legs sore, but it feels good to walk regularly on flat ground. Jimin returns both of your skates, grabbing his umbrella before heading toward the doors with his hand in yours.

The rain has lighted up a little so you make it to the car easily. By now the sun should be setting, but the dark clouds hide the view and makes everything look a murky gray. As Jimin starts the car, your stomach rumbles audibly, making you blush in embarrassment.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the main road.

“A little.” You admit, peering out of the window at the passing scenery. Even through the rainy haze everything still looks beautiful.

“Then let’s find somewhere to eat.” The two of you ride for a little while, watching the passing signs for anything that sounds appetizing. You come across an ice cream parlor that just so happens to also be a sit down restaurant, one that looks vintage like the ones you’re used to seeing in movies and tv shows from the ‘50s. Making your way inside, you’re seated and order promptly. There’s not too many people there, the joint at only about half capacity, so you get your food quickly and enjoy the night with easy conversation.

“So, any memories attached to this place?” You quip once you and Jimin have finished your food. He lifts an eyebrow and shakes his head.

“Nope, why do you ask?”

“I don’t know, it just seems like you’re so connected to everything around here,” You shrug, playing with the scraps on your plate. “I just wanted to know if there was a story about this place or something.” A fond smile places itself on his lips as he observes you from across the small table.

“Well, if we’re sticking with the theme, this can be our special place; so now you have a memory in this town too. And we can come back and keep making more memories together for as long as you want.” You thought there was no possible way for you to love him more, but here you are, falling in love with him all over again. Jimin has this way of making your heart flutter uncontrollably with just a few words or a look, and you wonder if you ever have that effect on him.

You order a scoop of ice cream and he gets a large cookies n’ cream milkshake, which you end up sharing when he realizes that it’s bigger than he expected and that he needs help finishing it. He still reaches to steal spoonfuls of your ice cream when you’re not look despite this though. At some point you get ice cream on the corners of your lips and it drips down to your chin as it melts, the white milky substance catching Jimin’s eye. He takes a sharp intake of breath when he sees this, trying hard to control himself as he takes in the sight of your messy face, following your tongue with wrapt attention as it swipes your lips in an attempt to clean them. He snaps out of it when you ask him if there’s anything on your face, your cute and innocent expression making him laugh, and he shakes the dirty thoughts from his mind, reaching across the table to wipe your chin with a napkin.

Eventually, Jimin pays the check and you make your way to the exit, still chatting away and laughing. It looks like the rain is starting to pick up again so Jimin pulls you tight against him as he holds the umbrella and you jog to his car. The warmth of your body against him has his heart pounding in his chest, it feels so comfortable and natural and he almost doesn’t want to let go to open the passenger door for you. Once in the car, he stops to get a good look at you. Your cheeks glow with satisfaction and your eyelids dip a little lower than previously but your eyes hold a glint of happiness that tells him that this day was a success after all. He sighs in contention, turning on the car and handing you the aux.

You notice that you’re heading back in the direction of home and stare out of the window, relaxing into your seat. It’s not too late, but you take the weather as a sign that it’s better to spend the rest of the night inside. You hope Jimin decides to stay at your house tonight because you’re not ready for him to leave you again yet, even if it’s just for a few hours. But for now, you enjoys spending time in this space with him listening to music and humming along. He has a beautiful singing voice— another one of his other many talents— and he serenades you with a few songs upon your request, feeling completely compensated by the adorable smile and blush that is painted across your face the entire time he sings.

“Jimin,” You start, dropping his nickname to catch his attention. He glances over at you, clicking the windshield wipers up to one higher setting. “Thank you for today, I really had fun— even though I busted my ass while skating.” You both giggle, his still a little worried and guilty even after you reassured him a thousand times that you were fine at dinner. “I just want you to know I would have had fun regardless of what we did today. Whether that was just staying in or hanging out at that bookstore over there,” You point as you pass the old bookstore both of you spotted earlier. “All I wanted to do was spend time with you. Our dates don’t need to be perfect and I don’t care if things don’t go according to plan, so please stop worrying about them in the future. I love you, you really don’t have to do much to impress me.”

“I understand,” He states softly, nodding his head. “That doesn’t mean I’m not going to spoil you every chance I get though, so you might as well just get used to that already.”

“I never said I don’t like getting spoiled, don’t think you get off the hook that easily.” Grinning, you lean your head back on the headrest and stare out of the windshield, watching as rain splatters and streams down it.

“Sorry if I freaked you out earlier...” He begins again, hesitant. He continues when you respond with a questioning look. “When I was talking about my family at the park this morning. I don’t want to pressure you to meet them, I just want them to know who I’ve fallen in love with.” Your heart jumps at this but he goes on. “You know, every time my mother called while I was away she asked about you. Asked if you went with me, yelled at me when I told her I didn’t bring you along, complained about how I’ve been “hiding you from them” for too long. I know you’re nervous to meet them, just like how I was nervous to meet your parents, but you have nothing to worry about. My mom already likes you a lot just from how I talk about you. I told her I love you.” Jimin pauses, choosing his next words. “I want to be with you for... a long time. And I know we’re not at that point yet because 2 years isn’t a long time in the grand scheme of things, but I want to get to that point with you. I want you to be a part of my family one day and have our own family together and live happily ever after or somewhere in between if that’s possible. Sorry if this seems like its coming out of nowhere, I was just thinking about it while I was away, when I realized I always want you by my side to experience new things and push each other to step out of our comfort zone. And by the way, I was really proud of you for skating with me today, I know you were afraid.” He seems sheepish as he finishes and you wonder if he’s worried about what you’ll say to all of this, his eyes firmly focused on the road ahead of.

The thing about you is that sometimes it’s hard for you to hear the heavy stuff. Usually you cover up your real reaction to things with humor or try to change to subject, rarely letting on to your true emotions. But with Jimin, you felt completely genuine, like the best version of yourself, as cheesy as that sounds. You can never hide from him,— especially since he’s a person that would jump to the worst conclusions if you don’t speak up— and you don’t want to. He never has a problem pouring out his heart, exposing himself and making himself vulnerable to you. That’s something that you’ve learned to do from him and instead of constantly just reassuring him, you also allow him to reassure you and dispel your own insecurities. He was the first to open up to you at the beginning of your relationship and he continues to be the one who pushes things forward because of his openness. And that’s something you admire about him.

It takes a second for you to reply, a million things that you want to say all rushing to the front at once and your brain needs a second to sort through and prioritize. Your love is biting his lip and gripping the steering wheel tightly, unsure of what your reaction will be. He knows you feel the same way, or at least he thinks he does, yet his heart hasn’t beat this fast since he first confessed his love for you.

“You didn’t freak me out.” You finally say, gently. “I’m sorry if I made it seem like I didn’t want to meet your family, it’s just that sometimes I worry if they’ll like me or not. Their son is the most amazing human I’ve ever met and I feel like they wouldn’t want you to be with an amazingly average person like me.”

“You’re not average though, Jammy. You’re extraordinarily gorgeous and have a unique personality and way of thinking unlike anyone I’ve known. You’re smart, funny, self-aware, and realistic and I need you to ground me. Sometimes I can be a little...”

“Idealistic?”

“Yeah.” He admits, lower his head slightly. “But you’re always there to pull me back to reality while also supporting my dreams and aspirations. You’re the perfect compliment to me and I couldn’t think of anyone better to be with.”

“There are plenty of girls who are better than me though-“

“I don’t want someone “better” than you, I only want you.” His voice and words soothe you like always and it takes you a moment to remember the rest of what you wanted to say to him.

“We want the same things. I want a future with you and everything that you said, don’t ever think otherwise.” The silence that falls over you is a little more tense than usual, but you don’t have the heart to break it with jokes. It’s a thoughtful silence that suggests that you’re both letting the words sink in, fully realizing the meanings and promises you’ve just communicated to each other. This is the first time he’s openly expressed his intentions of having a solid future with you, marriage, kids, and all, and it’s taking a while for you to fully grasp the meaning of it. You’ve thought about it countless times but didn’t want to say anything related to the subject in fear of scaring him away, but now you realize your irrational fear and underestimation of his feelings for you. And he’s underestimated yours as well.

“I’m glad.” He finally says, and the silence turns familiar once more. A relieved smile stretches his lips and causes one to sprout on yours, his hand finding its usual place on your knee as he drives. A few minutes go by before he speaks up again. “Looks like we’re heading back into the storm.”

He’s right, the rain is significantly louder and almost drowns out your music and you can barely see out of the windows from the sheer volume of water crashing down outside of them distorting the view. There are few cars out, probably a sign that you shouldn’t be driving in this weather either.

“Maybe we should pull over?” You suggest, squinting to see anywhere that you could stop.

“That’s probably a good idea, I can’t see anything.” Jimin pulls into the empty lot of a closed shopping center and parks, turning off the engine to save gas. “I think we should wait here until the storm passes or dies down a bit.”

You nod, sitting awkwardly thinking about what you could possibly do during that time. Your phone percentage was getting low so you doubted that you would be able to just listen to music the whole time. You and Jimin could talk more, but then it might feel forced because it’s the only thing you could do right now. And how long would you be sitting here anyway? Right before you open your mouth to ask him for ideas, he reaches into the backseat and pulls out his sketchbook and pencil, immediately starting a new piece without hesitation. You peek over his shoulder curiously to see what he was drawing.

Even though he only had drawn a few lines so far, you were captivated, his confident and sure marks quickly turning into the outline of a person that you recognize without needing him to add details.

“Are you drawing me again?” You ask, already knowing the answer when he smirks.

“Mhm. You’re the best subject there is.” Biting your lips to hold back your smile, you press on.

“What has inspired you this time? Me falling on my ass? Eating ice cream?”

“I’m drawing my point of view from when we were skating; before you fell.” He stays concentrated even as he speaks, outlining the shape of your body and glancing over at you for reference. “I’m really glad that you agreed to skate with me, it made me really happy to see you enjoying something that I’ve loved all my life. And despite what you might think, I think you were actually pretty good. You’re a fast learner.”

You snort, shaking your head but keeping your eyes glued to the paper in front of him. “Well, I think I had a pretty good teacher.” You say, catching his eyes when he looks up.

“Well, I think it’s natural talent.” He retorts easily.

“No, natural talent is your ability to sketch exactly what I looked like at one specific moment that happened hours ago, directly from memory. Baby, that’s incredible.” Not only is Jimin a fast worker, but he also can reproduce an image accurately with few mistakes. It’s amazing watching him work and you quickly find yourself entertained by how much of a resemblance his sketch has to you. He draws your full body as you skate along with your hair fluttering behind you, a wide grin splitting your lips and eyes wide in excitement.

He says nothing more as he slowly brings you to life on the paper, adding your small features and details and then shading and even completing the background. You watch him until he finishes, your eyes trailing the entirety of his work to find all of the small things that he added to enhance its beauty. It’s in more detail than usual and that probably has something to do with the amount of time you two have to kill but you appreciate how he made you look.

“What do you think?” He asks, fishing for compliments as expected. You know he’s 100% confident that this is one of his best works, but you also know how good it will make him feel to hear you say it.

“My butt is not that big in real life, don’t exaggerate.” The shocked expression that comes over his face makes you bite back a chuckle as he looks back down at his work to make sure he didn’t make a mistake.

“False, this is perfectly proportioned. Give yourself credit, you’re pretty thicc. It’s probably what protected you from that fall.” He winks at you and this time you let yourself laugh out loud, slapping his shoulder.

“Shut up.” At this, Jimin puts down his sketchbook and leans closer to you, a mischievous lopsided smirk replacing the cute smile that was there a few seconds ago.

“Make me.” His eyes bore into yours and you catch yourself leaning in closer, eyes locked onto his lips. He licks them when he knows that he’s caught your attention and that causes you to close the distance between you, ignoring the pull of your seatbelt as you join lips with him. His plump lips mold with yours to create an airtight seal as you steal each other’s breath. The kiss isn’t lustful just yet, you both show a little restrain as you feel each other’s lips again in what feels like forever, but when his tongue swipes your bottom lip, you pull away, overcome by emotion suddenly. “What’s wrong?” Taking in your watery eyes, Jimin caresses your cheek and stares at you, fearing that he did something to hurt you somehow. But you just give him a tiny smile and inspect his face, sighing dreamily.

“I just missed you a lot.” You whisper, then pause. “Okay, maybe a little more than a lot.”

He responds by connecting your lips with a small laugh, holding your bottom lip between his and pulling your face closer as a stray tear falls down your cheek and his thumb delicately wipes it away. You unsnap your seatbelt to climb into his lap, forcing him to recline his chair back so that you don’t accidentally bump into the steering wheel and honk the horn. He unbuckles himself too and wraps his arms around your waist, wasting no time in swiping his tongue against your lips again, and this time you let him in, allowing him to open your mouth with his and explore every inch of it with his tongue. You still taste sweet like ice cream and he groans into your mouth, wrestling your tongue as you try to slip it past his lips to no avail. The sound of rain becomes background noise as you get lost in each other’s embrace, your hands coming up to grip onto his shoulders when he pulls you even closer, and the slight friction of his pants against your clothed core is enough to make you groan into him.

“Fuck,” He sighs, hands finding their way underneath your shirt to caress your bare sides. “I almost forgot how addictive your lips can be.” His tongue traces his own and you follow the motions with your eyes, subconsciously rocking your hips into him. A gasp leaves his lips when you rub against him and something clicks in your mind suddenly.

Moving away from him, Jimin watches as you make your way to the back seat, climbing over the middle console clumsily in the limited space. He smacks your ass lightly as you wiggle it next to him and you shoot him a dirty look as you finally slip through to plop down onto the more spacious seats. He returns the drivers seat back to its original position to give you more leg room before climbing after you, slipping through much more gracefully until he’s sitting next to you, and as soon as his bottom hits the cushions your mouth is back on him, swinging your leg over his hips to resume your position in his lap.

“God, I missed this.” He whispers against your lips, nipping you teasingly and soothing the bite with his hot tongue.

“Missed what?” You dare to ask, chest pressing against him until you can feel his nipples through his shirt.

“Missed kissing you,” Jimin murmurs, turning away from your lips to start a path along your jawline and neck. “Missed touching you.” His hands make their way inside your shirt once more and this time he reaches around to unsnap your bra so he can slide his hands under the cups and grope your full chest. “Missed being with you... sexually.”

The shy side of your boyfriend presents itself to you even as his thumbs rub over your nipples, making you arch your back into him. He looks up at you with innocent eyes but you can see the deep desire hidden behind the surface. The brief moment passes when he leans in to continue his trail down your skin, eventually finding that sweet spot on your neck and licking warm stripes against your heated skin. Shaky breaths leave you as he sucks gently, teasing the skin with his teeth until faint marks appear, light enough that he knows they’ll be gone by tomorrow. You interrupt him to snatch your shirt off, throwing it to the car floor along with your bra so that he has a clear view of your body, illuminated by the dim light coming from a street lamp somewhere nearby. He groans, placing pecks across your collarbone as his hands play with the supple flesh of your breasts.

“I missed playing with these and being able to mark your skin.” Your hands travel down his firm chest as he speaks, pulling at the hem of his shirt until he lets you lift it over his head and drop it into the growing pile of your clothes.

“Did you miss my touch as badly as I missed yours?” You ask in a seductive tone, throwing your head back when he attaches his lips onto your perked nipple. Your hands fumble with his belt buckle desperately, a sudden need to get your hands on him coursing through your veins, urging you forward. You pop the button and unzip him, revealing the Calvin Klein briefs he sports, in which you slip a finger into shallowly.

“I missed everything about you.” He breathes between sucks and nips that he continues to deliver to your sensitive chest.

“I bet you did. It must have been so difficult for you,” Pulling the band of his briefs back, you allow your finger to lose grip on them and the elastic snaps back to his skin harshly, causing him to hiss into you with a flinch. “Having to touch yourself all alone, imagining it was me.” Your hand finally slides into his waistband and as soon as your fingers wrap around him he releases a loud groan, your hips bucking in response.

“You have no idea.” Jimin drops his head into your shoulder, hands roaming your bare back.

“Mm, I think I do... I had to do the same thing, remember?” You smirk and it prompts him to bring his hands to your front. You give him a dry pump, already feeling the lubrication of his precum begin to drip down from his head. You can’t even be surprised because your panties are feeling sticky already as well just from a few kisses and nipple play. As if he can sense this, Jimin unbuttons your pants and slides his hand inside without hesitation, feeling your core over the fabric.

“You’re already so wet, baby.” He almost seems shocked behind the cocky look on his face, his fingers rubbing over your clothed slit just to play in the wet spot there.

“Then do something about it.” You challenge, squeezing his length before bringing your hand up to your face to spit in your palm. The way that you stroke over his tip teasingly makes him want to pull his hair out, refusing to go down any farther on his cock, and if you could see him you’re sure his tip would be painted a pretty reddish color. His lip is caught between his teeth as he moves his fingers up, putting pressure on your clit just enough to have your hips canting into his palm for more. You whine, pumping him a bit faster in reward.

“Were you a good girl for me while I was gone?” His voice drops an octave as you mouth at his neck, whimpering softly when he circles your bundle of nerves harder. “Did you think of me while you touched yourself? I thought of you every time.” He admits huskily, looking up to your eyes for your response.

“Y-yes,” You’re panting by now, your wetness saturating through your panties completely as his fingers flick and circle. Giving him a handjob was turning you on more than you’d like to admit, the feeling of his pulse in your palm and the occasional twitch every time you squeezed the head to gather more precum made you drip even more and he could definitely tell.

“How did you touch yourself? Like this?” His eyes are imploring and a wave of heat travels through your body.

“I f-fingered myself and pretended it was you.” Saying these things out loud caused your face to warm up in embarrassment, although you felt no shame from your actions. Your hand down his pants surely didn’t imply innocence and Jimin has already seen most sides of you in bed, but it’s been so long since you’ve confessed this type of thing to him in person.

He wastes no time pulling the crotch of your underwear to the side and slipping his fingers into your heat, dipping them in shallowly at first before plunging two solid digits in to the knuckle. A sharp gasp escapes you before you can catch it, the air coming out in a shaky puff as you try to control yourself. The stretch is nothing compared to his cock, but his fingers are thicker than your own and you can feel the slight sting as he reaches in deeper than you ever could alone. His hand moves at the same pace as yours, you soon realize, giving you incentive to stroke him a little faster as his hips lift up into your fist. You know he has a super sensitive tip and that he doesn’t mind your shallow movements, but you can’t help but reach down with your other hand to grip him at the base, twisting your wrist with every downward pump. Soon both of you are panting, his fingers fucking you faster as you try to keep a steady grip on him.

“I know my baby used at least three fingers,” Jimin murmurs, slipping in a third digit. “Yours hands are so small you could probably handle four, can’t you? How else would you pretend it was my cock?”

You want to speak up but your mouth simply falls open silently when his thumb makes contact with your wet clit again, your walls clamping down on him, so you settle for nodding. He stops your hands by grabbing your wrist, silently telling you to sit back and relax as he goes to work, moving his whole arm to pump into you at a fast pace. He’s sweating, you notice, a single bead sliding down his temple as you feel the space of the car heat up. His free hand returns to your nipples and you hold onto his firm biceps for support when you start to tense up. He finds the perfect spot and rubs his fingertips against the rough patch inside of you, beckoning you with his fingers in that way you love so much. You rock against him in time with his motions, dropping your forehead into the crevice of his neck and moaning into him.

“So good, keep going.” You whimper, feeling your thighs start to tremble slightly on top of his muscular ones. You can sense his smirk as he feels your walls tense up around him, pulsing in regular intervals that makes him throb in his briefs. One of your hands slides up his arm to hold onto the back of his neck, pulling him closer until you can feel his breath ghost past your ear.

“Close already?” He asks, panting almost as hard as you are. He could probably cum right now just from the sight of you losing yourself to him, but he’s determined to fuck you so he forces himself to calm down.

“Oh my god, ba-be,” Your voice breaks when he pushes his fingers all the way inside, his thumb rubbing you hard and fast until you fall apart around him. Broken gasps and moans tumble from you and he watches with hungry eyes as a tremor runs up your body, contorting your face, your fingers digging into his flesh.

“You look delicious.” He pumps his fingers into you a few more times as you come down from your high, head still buried in his neck to rest. In an instant he has you flipped onto the seat cushions, his hands working on yanking down your shorts until you’re left in just your panties. Before you can react, his tongue is licking a thick stripe up your slit, collecting your juices and dipping in to taste your release. The sensitivity makes you whine as he cleans you up, and he takes mercy on you with a triumphant grin while you catch your breath. In the meantime, Jimin wrestles with his tight pants, kicking them off of his legs along with his shoes and boxers until he’s stark naked, then he pulls off your forgotten sneakers before leaning over you and capturing your lips. You feel his cock brush against your lower belly, stiff and hot with arousal, and you moan against him in need just as his hand reaches down to guide himself between your lower lips. His blunt head spreads you apart and he slides I delicately, lubricated by your abundant juices that make his entrance so much smoother.

“Shit,” You choke, loving the way his size splits you open in the best way possible. “I missed your cock.” Your head comes up to look at him, his beautiful face twisted in pleasure with his eyebrows knitted together, teeth biting into his lips, and cheeks flushed with vivid color that you can see even in the dark setting. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as he forces his way in deeper past your tight muscles and he thinks he might pass out when he finally reaches your deepest point, balls pressed to your ass and tip kissing your cervix.

“Fuck, I’m going crazy.” He rasps, bending down to pepper kisses along your shoulder and neck. “It’s like I never even stretched you out with my fingers, baby girl— you’re still so fucking tight.”

A deep throbbing begins in your center and you lift your hips in hopes of causing some friction between you, but Jimin has you pinned down with his body weight and you can barely move an inch. Then an idea pops into your mind, a flirtatious smile crossing your lips as you push him away roughly with your hands against his chest, his heartbeat speeding up at your slight show of dominance. You push him back into a sitting position and his length slips free of you, but you’re quick to climb back onto his lap and grab him at the base, your other hand placed over his heart.

“Let me ride you,” You request, sparking a fire in his eyes. “I want to make you feel good. Will you let me do that for you?”

Instead of answering, Jimin brings his hands to your waist, waiting patiently for you to make the first move, and you smile as you tease his head against your lips for a few moments, looking down when it catches your hole. You descend slowly, taking him inch by delicious inch with eye rolling pleasure, but he grips your chin delicately to pull your gaze back up to his face.

“Look at me while you ride my cock. I want to see you.” His voice is a soft tenor that is calm against the harsh sound of rain that slaps against the metal of the car, and if you weren’t looking into his eyes, you might be intimidated by the intensity of the storm that rages outside. Now, however, the only thing you can focus on is the feeling of your hips flush with his and his hard length snug against your sensitive walls. The first lift of your hips has him reeling, the initial drop stealing the breath out of your lungs. You start a moderate pace, traveling all the way up and down his shaft just like he likes it, rolling your hips every so often when you reach the bottom. Your pace gets faster as you go, slick sounds filling your ears as you work up a fervent rhythm, hands gripping the leather on either side of his head as leverage to go harder.

Jimin can’t keep his hands off you, running them up and down your back, grabbing at your ass and pulling at your panties to keep them propped to the side. He can’t contain the groans that tumble out of him as you slam down his length, his body inching farther down on the seat from the force of your thrusting until he’s slumping, feet grounded firmly on the floor to hold steady your bodies. Eyes locked on yours, he can see the hunger in them, the way you’re desperate to bring him pleasure, reading his expression intently when you purposely tighten around him. Your eagerness to please never ceases to amaze him, how you take pleasure in making him feel good as if the need to see him climax overpowers your own need to cum. He can tell how hard you’re trying and see the sweat build up from your skin, and the sight of you just makes this experience so much better for him.

You lean in for another kiss, your hand reaching for his hair as you grind against him to feel the way he rubs all the best spots inside you. You’re a moaning mess above him, but he’s worse, barely having enough air to moan your name which seems to be on repeat in his brain. Each circle of your hips has him letting out a different sound and you don’t remember the last time he was this vocal with you.

“Baby, your pussy feels so good.” He whines into your skin, grabbing your ass to pull your lower half closer to him so that he barely leaves your warmth. Your arms wrap around his neck greedily, fingers tangled in his hair to feel him everywhere. You don’t know how many times you’ve thought about this in the past month— well, not this exact scenario, but something similar— and now that you’re living it, you can’t get enough of him. You want him to consume you, his touch, smell, taste, you just want to wrap yourself in his warmth and never leave, never let him out of your sight and keep him inside you forever. It’s been hard bringing yourself to orgasm while he was gone, the thought of him turning you on beyond belief, but every time you’d get close you would remember that it’s not him touching you, that you were alone, and it made you want him even more. This is real, though. And that thought is what drives you closer to your second high of the night faster than you anticipated.

He can feel you throbbing, can feel you clenching around him already, and Jimin wants nothing more than to bring you another orgasm tonight. Your legs are getting weaker, thrusts shallow and quick, and he helps you by bucking up into you, catching you on the downstroke unexpectedly, making you gasp and double over into him at how deep he hits. You lock eyes with him for a second, both of you surprised until you continue to move on him more vigorously, gripping onto his hair tighter.

“Do that again.” You whisper, and he listens, bouncing you up and down unbelievably fast and pulling loud cries from your lips at each contact. At some point you stop moving, unable to keep up with him as he keeps thrusting, your eyes squeezing shut and heart thumping in your throat as the knot in your stomach builds.

“So fucking wet, baby, you’re dripping down my balls.” Your arousal covers the entirety of his length, his rapid thrusting creating a creamy froth that seeps from you down his length. At his words a shiver crawls up your spine, goosebumps erupting on your skin from the shakiness of his voice because of the force he puts into fucking into you.

“Jimin~” All you can do is rest your weight on him as you whimper and whine, the pleasure becoming too much as the coil tightens in your core.

“Cum all over me, I know you can do it. I want- I need to feel you.” Mouth open and eyes glazed over with lust, your boyfriend stares up at you in awe as you near another climax. It’s in these moments that he thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful, your face showing how completely lost and wrecked you are in pleasure. You claw at his chest, trying to hold on to anything to balance yourself as he pummels you with his extremely talented hips, voice cracking and quaking as the knot inside you finally snaps, throwing you off the edge into mind-blowing ecstasy. “That’s it, let go for me. You look so gorgeous stuffed with my cock like this.”

Everything in your body turns into jelly, your legs going limp on either side of him and your front melting into his. He groans at the feeling of you convulsing around him, his arms coming up to wrap around you tightly when you begin to shake violently in bliss. Riding out the last vestiges of your high, Jimin’s hips move slowly in and out of you, holding onto you sweetly and whispering praises into your ear as you come back to your senses, attempting to sit up enough to look at him. When your eyes meet, he smiles at you, eyes crinkling cutely at how exhausted you look. His smile melts you and you crane your neck to kiss him softly, well aware of the pulsing warmth that’s still lodged inside you. He sits up carefully, moving back a little so that his ass isn’t hanging off the seat anymore. When you pull away from his lips you readjust your position, moving so one of your legs is squatting next to him, giving you more leverage to lift yourself.

At the thought of his unrelieved throbbing erection, your bones return to your body and you mentally prepare yourself to work his orgasm out of him. His skin is hot underneath your palms as you support your weight partly on his chest, rising until just his head rests inside you before slamming yourself down all the way, eliciting a hoarse moan from him. Jimin bites his lip as volume control but it only makes you go harder, wanting to pull as many sounds from him as possible. He penetrates deep and you start to go faster, propping up your other leg to go faster. Labored breathing and the slick sounds of you dripping down his length fill the car, the lewd noises egging you on and making you all the more eager to get him to his end. You can feel his legs tensing beneath you, his impending high apparent on his face that scrunches and furrows at your every movement. He almost looks like he’s in pain, the flushed color of his cheeks getting deeper as more sweat collects on his forehead. The car is hot, the windows fogging up to the point where you can barely see anything out of them, and you feel your own sweat start to slide down your back and between the valley of your breasts.

Jimin’s eyes are locked onto the bouncing flesh before him, your breasts swinging appetizingly as you push yourself to your limits. Your thighs are beginning to burn, but the sting is dampened when he attaches his wet lips to a nipple and sucks gently, his hands squeezing and groping you harshly, causing you to moan. Jimin swears repeatedly, sucking in air through his teeth as you go on, eventually releasing your breasts to encircle your hips with his hands.

“S-slow down,” He stutters with a groan. You slow your hips, moving at a consistent speed on his length, focusing on the tip. “A-ahhh, just like that, baby. I’m close.” Encouraged by his praise, you swivel your hips and clench purposefully every time you near the top, only dropping down halfway down his pole when you feel his muscles start to tighten. His abs flex under your fingertips as you run your hands along his front, dragging your nails against him soft enough to leave behind faint pink lines.

“Are you gonna cum for me? Give me everything you’ve been saving up all month?” You ask, using the most innocent sounding voice you can manage. Arching your back, your chest sticks out farther so that your lover can eye your hardened nipples and perky breasts sitting tantalizingly close to his face. He twitches inside you as his moans grow more intense and higher in pitch, and you can’t help the heat that it sends to your core. “Fill me up, baby, let me feel you fall apart inside me.”

Your voice is all he needs to push him over the edge, whole body flexing as his orgasm overtakes every sense in his body with a call of your name. You drop down on him to make sure nothing spills out onto the seats, moving your panties out of the way to look down at where you’re connected and you can feel his engorged tip swell slightly before spurting hot streaks of semen into your waiting walls, his cock pulsating powerfully as it forces out its juices. You sigh, leaving a mess of kisses and bites on his neck, listening to his jagged breaths that lift your whole body with them. His fingers still cut into your hips and he sits completely still, still straining to get his limbs under control when he can’t seem to stop dumping his load into you. This is possibly one of the longest orgasms he’s ever had and it’s like he’s overwhelmed by just being with you again, stuck at the height of his pleasure with every jet of cum that he pours into you. You wait until you can’t feel him twitching anymore— the spurts now weak and remnants of his high dripping out of you along his softening length— before you connect your lips to his, and he’s coherent enough to reciprocate, introducing his tongue after he’s collected himself enough and wrapping his arms protectively around your body.

“You were amazing, Jam.” He’s back to being the cute, loving boy from earlier and you raise a hand to stroke his full cheeks, unable to resist kissing him again. You never want to get up, never want to leave because this moment is just so sweet and it’s everything to you. Yes, you’re both sweaty and sticky. Yes, you are in the back of his fogged up car and your legs are starting to cramp. But you’re also here with him and he’s holding you in his arms like nothing else matters in the world, and you want this moment to last for as long as possible. When it ends you’ll have a disgusting mixture of both yours and his cum leaking out of you all the way home and it’ll still probably be storming, but for now you’re fine with sitting here and basking in the after sex bliss.

“Oh, I think it stopped raining.” Your attention snaps to the window as you listen for the sounds of aggressive wind and water, but all that’s left is a quiet pitter-patter against the roof.

“Hmm, I guess so.” Jimin’s voice is deep and sleepy, his arms stretching above him and head resting on the back of the leather seats. “We should probably head home.”

“Probably..” You hesitate. “But can’t we just stay here for 2 seconds longer?”

He looks at you wearily, eyes roaming your face until they land on your eyes. “Fine.” You relax, leaning your cheek on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around him. “One, two. Let’s go.” You’re beyond surprised when he begins moving reaching over you for the pile of clothes that lay at your feet.

“That was an expression, I didn’t actually mean 2 seconds!”

“C’mon, we have to get home, it’s late.” He laughs, helping you put on your shirt and bra before slipping on his own shirt. You can feel that he’s limp inside you and the only thing that’s keeping him in is the fact that you’re sitting on his lap, but you don’t want to disconnect from him yet. You love the feeling of being one and you’ve been craving that feeling for a whole month so you’re reluctant to end it. But Jimin lifts you off of him against your will anyways, kissing your nose in apology when you whine and moving your panties back into place before anything can drip out onto his seats. You hand him some napkins that sit in the back of the drivers seat and he cleans himself up, pulling on his briefs and pants while you regretfully do the same, frowning at him when he urges you to make your way to the front of the car.

“You owe me cuddles.” Once you’re back in your correct places, Jimin starts the car, glancing sideways at you with a satisfied smirk on his lips.

“I’ll give you anything you want when we get back.” Starting the car, he blasts the air conditioning for a few seconds to clear up the windshield, a reminder of your little rendezvous. “I’ll take a bath with you, cuddle with you, watch that really corny show you’ve been talking about...”

“Will you stay the night?” Your eyes are wide and imploring as you stare at him, only wanting to have him in your bed when you go to sleep and to be able to wake up next to him in the morning. He smiles, turning onto the empty streets in the light rain.

“Of course I will, anything for you.” Then he pulls off, leaving you grinning like a fool as you watch the shadows of this old town pass by. And you think about how this is another memory you’ve made here together. Maybe you should come back again, on another rainy day, so you can have more happy days like this with the man you love.

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