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lillaydee · 27 days ago

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In Time Part 7

Rancher Joel Miller / Reader

You lost your dear Uncle. Your TV Star boyfriend dumped you. You needed a job. You got one at a ranch in Wyoming. Where you met Joel. A very grumpy man. Grumpy man has issues.

WARNINGS:

Grumpy Joel, Hurt Joel, Grieving Joel, Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Joel Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (The Last of Us), Mentions of Hostage Situation and Shooting, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst

SERIES MASTER LIST

Part 6

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You made your rounds at the stables and cowshed, making sure no one needed medical attention, your tea in hand. The horses were happy to see you. The cows too, even if they only came to you when you brought them food. The chickens were… non-committal. There were maybe four people working today, all tipped their hats at you and went back to work. You were giving the barn cat some much needed affection when Joel came in, coffee mug in hand, an easy smile greeting you.

What a difference two days made.

He told you there’s a blizzard warning out for that evening, and he wanted to make sure you have everything you need should you need to hunker down for a day or two. The pantry in the kitchen was pretty well-stocked, if you wanted to raid it. You willingly took the offer, going with him to get some canned goods, pasta, milk and eggs, just in case. Two of the men went around the stables and the sheds, making sure the animals had everything they needed while you helped Joel clip thick, heavy ropes on the pegs from one building to another, beginning at your cabin, in case you needed to get around. The other two checked all the spotlights, making sure they all work. Joel made sure the generators for the stable and sheds were hooked up and ready to go, in case of a power cut, the water tanks filled and wrapped up.

After a quick lunch, where you made the five thankful, tired men some sandwiches, Joel went into the woodshed and chopped off some more wood, bringing as much of it to your cabin, and stacked more outside just in case.

If you’re being honest with yourself, they way the men were getting ready for this blizzard scared the living shit out of you. Would you survive this? The worst bout you ever had with natural disasters were the light earthquakes LA sometimes get, and those four days of heavy rain you had to suffer through in Bali, where you and Benny spent four days ordering room service, getting full body massages and sleeping in at your 5-star resort. Did those even count as natural disasters?

At about three in the evening, snow had started to fall. Heavily. The men left after going around one more time, double checking everything on their list, and shut the doors to the stables and sheds. Joel walked you home. As he was about to leave, he clocked the worried look on your face.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’ll be alright. Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.”

You nodded apprehensively, trying hard to look like you were okay, when in fact, you were definitely not.

“Do you want me to stay? I can stay,” he offered.

You were torn, you didn’t want to trouble him, but you were really scared.

“I’ll stay,” he said with finality in his voice. “Just let me go grab some stuff, okay?”

You nodded, still petrified, now at the thought of him driving off down the road in a pre-blizzardy snowfall.

“Shut the door. I’ll be right back.”

You watched him leave, your heart beating uncomfortably fast.

Forty minutes went by, he hadn’t returned. It shouldn’t take this long to drive to the main house, grab some stuff and come back.

You wanted to call him but didn’t want to interrupt what he was doing.

You were starting to panic.

Out of desperation for something to do, you put the kettle on, and made him some coffee. Just as you were putting the lid on his cup, a quick knock sounded. You rushed to the door, a snow-covered Joel stood there, bag in hand.

You stepped aside, and he rushed in, stomping his boots outside the door, and brushing snow off his raincoat, his face red from exposure.

“What happened? Why didn’t you drive?”

“Truck died on me. Had to walk,” he said, shivering slightly as he took his jacket off.

You felt horrible.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I’m used to this, remember? I’m dry, see?”

He had taken the plasticky trousers he was wearing, as well as his thick, heavy boots off, the clothes underneath looking dry, every part of him looked dry, save for his face, a bit of his hair and very thick neck.

You nodded and gave him his coffee. He quickly took a sip.

“Hey, this is good coffee! Just how I like it!” he told you, smiling, clearly trying to make you feel better.

You managed to smile. You took his bag and placed it in your bedroom. He sat in front of the stove for a bit, warming his hands and socked feet.

He told you about the worst blizzard they had – Sarah was only five. No one got out for days. Thank God they were well prepared, and even then, they actually lost some cows. Time flew by when you talked to him, you found. Conversations were easy. Silences comfortable. He helped you around the kitchen while you made dinner, and dinner was filled with easy banter and laughter, so much so, you forgot that up until three days ago, you never actually had a full conversation with this man.

Come bedtime, he started taking sheets from your linen closet to set the couch up. You did some mental calculation and realized he wouldn’t be very comfortable on it. His feet would be sticking out at the end unless he slept with his back on the armrest.

“Erm, I don’t think you fit on that couch. Take the bed. I’ll sleep out here.”

“What? No! I’m not making a lady sleep on the couch. I’ll be alright.”

“Come on, I made you stay, I can’t let you sleep on the couch,” you pleaded, feeling so guilty you wanted to cry.

“It’s okay. It’s your first blizzard. I understand, please don’t worry about me.”

You contemplated the situation for a bit.

“Look, the bed is huge. Why don’t we both take the bed?”

He looked a bit shocked and flustered by your suggestion. You quickly put your hand up.

“No, really, think about it. We have enough pillows. We’ll put a pillow wall between us. You stay on your side; I’ll stay on mine. We can use two blankets. How’s that?”

He thought about it, too long for your liking.

“I promise I will punch you in the face if you got handsy.”

He looked scandalized by the suggestion.

“Hey! What if you got handsy?”

“Then you have my permission to punch me.”

He laughed. Deal.

The pillow wall was quickly made, and you both got in, both dressed rather warmly considering the blizzard that was covering everything outside. The view out your windows was basically TV static, black and white spots that wouldn’t let you see past your nose. You felt comforted that he was here. There was no way you could sleep in this condition. You kept imagining the windows breaking and the roof coming off and you were found frozen in your bed days later, your eyes wide open, a horrific expression on your face…

God, you shouldn’t have watched too many movies.

“Night Amelia.”

“Night Joel.”

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Joel first conscious thought that morning was that he was uncomfortably hard. He had a very nice dream. One that involved you. The wind was still howling in the darkness outside. He could hear it. He opened his eyes and was met by your sleeping face. Somehow, during the night, both of you had ended up hugging the pillow wall and were now facing each other. Your face was squished on the pillow wall, your hand over it, resting dangerously close to his tented crotch, your leg between his.

Shit.

This was definitely not helping with the situation he had going between his legs. For the first time in his life, he cursed the fact that men get hard-ons. Women didn’t have to worry about their sexual needs being obvious for the world to see. What the fuck was he going to say to you if you noticed? Sorry I have a raging hard on because I had a wet dream about you? I couldn’t help myself because I hadn’t had sex in ten? Eleven? TWELVE years? Fucking hell Joel. How was he still functioning?

He couldn’t move. You shifted slightly, your lips opening and closing, settling with them slightly opened. And moist. He kept watching you. Even puffy from sleep, with crusts in your eyes, you looked gorgeous. He longed to touch you, touch your lips – just to see how soft they were. They certainly felt soft in his extremely realistic dream where you were down on your knees looking up, your mouth full of him. He wanted to kiss you so badly. But he couldn’t. He mustn’t. You met a month ago. And he had only heard you call him Joel once. Last night. As he was falling asleep. He liked the way you said his name. He wondered how you would say it if he…

“Hmm…” you moaned, your eyes closed, your lips pouting further, and damn it, you licked your lips. “Hmm… Joel…”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

This was torture. He eased his leg off yours, and very carefully got out of bed. He went to the living room, and palmed his crotch, pressing hard, trying to persuade it to calm down. He could not, must not give in to his desire to just rub one out, you were right next door for fuck’s sake. He tried walking it off, didn’t work. He thought of his grandma, but only your pouty face, moaning his name came up. Fuck. What was he going to do? He couldn’t take a cold shower; your bathroom was right there next to your bed. What would he say if you woke up? I like taking showers at 5 am during a blizzard? He couldn’t jump up and down without alerting you, thanks to the wooden flooring. He’s equally desperate to get off and get rid of his erection without getting off at the same time.

He had to do it. He had no choice. He made sure the bedroom door was closed. He took several deep breaths, opened the front door and stepped outside.

The wind and snow pelted him like big blobs of water balloons. Ice-cold water balloons. He counted to five, and stepped back inside, shivering so much his teeth chattered. But the problem was taken care of. His dick shrunk back so quickly he would be surprised if they could ever rise to the occasion again. He sat in front of the stove, stoking the fire, adding more wood, and prayed to God he wouldn’t catch a cold. Although, that seemed like a much better option than having you catch him with a hard on after sleeping next to you. He’s supposed to be your friend. That’s all. He shouldn’t kid himself thinking you would ever fall for an asshole like him, especially not after the way he treated you when you arrived.

“Joel?”

His head snapped towards the bedroom door, you were standing there looking fucking angelic in your sweatpants and hoodie, hair all messed up and face puffy from sleep. He wondered if you would look like that after he…

Nope. No… no, no, no, no, no. Don’t. Do not go there Joel Miller. All that effort of almost getting blown off in a blizzard and risking frostbite would go to waste if he did.

“Why are you all wet? Fuck! Are you okay?”

You ran back inside and got him a blanket and a towel. He mumbled something about checking the firewood. You sat next to him, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders, and toweled his hair off for him. He let you, hands holding the blanket around his body, eyes closed, savoring this very private moment with you. You quickly dried him off and went into the kitchen to put the kettle on. You went back to him, and wrapped your body around him from the back, rubbing his arms and chest to warm him up.

Joel wasn’t actually that cold anymore. The stove was roaring with fire. But who was he to resist? He couldn’t help but close his eyes to the sensation. So, this was what heaven felt like.

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You kept rubbing him, trying hard to warm him up. Was he cold, though? His body felt warm to your touch. So warm. You could feel his bulging biceps as you rubbed them, and his chest, oh… the definition of solid. You pressed right up to him, your hands spread open from the broadness of his back and shoulders, your own unsupported chest rubbing up on this brick wall that was his back. You felt warm. So warm.

Wait, were you warming him up, or was he warming you up?

Were you cold? Or was he cold?

Were your eyes closed? Why were your eyes closed?

Why were your rubbing motions slowing? At what point does rubbing turn into caressing?

Why was your nose pressed up to the back of his neck? Fuck, why did he smell so good?

The click of the boiling kettle broke you out of your Joel-filled stupor. You asked him if he was feeling better, and he breathed a soft yes. His eyes were closed, his hands holding on to the blanket covering his body tightly, knuckles white. Oh, he must be very, very cold.

You got up and made him his cup of coffee, and yourself, your cup of tea. Your face feeling hot – which had to be the effect of standing too close to the steaming kettle. Why else would your face be hot? Right?

You took your time making the drinks, and Joel took his time sitting in front of the stove, taking a lot of deep breaths before standing up and joining you in the kitchen, making sure that the blanket was still covering his torso, glad to discover that his ability to stand to attention wasn’t affected by his rendezvous into the blizzard earlier after all.

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The blizzard passed that second night. You were awoken by the sounds of the snowplow and found Joel sleeping way at the other end of the bed, his broad back straining the shirt he was wearing. You had to actively get out of bed and go to the bathroom to stop yourself from scooting over and spooning him.

You hadn’t left the house in 36 hours. Time to see the damage. You put your jacket on and opened the front door. The whiteness you saw on Christmas day was nothing compared to this. Heck, even the poles on the deck were white. There was snow up to your waist at your front door. How the fuck were you supposed to get out?

The plow came closer, and you waved at Ed, one of the more senior guys at the ranch. He waved back and proceeded to carefully maneuver the machinery around your front yard, getting as much snow as he could out of the way, before jumping off with a shovel, and began clearing a path to your deck, and began shoveling there too.

A hand landed on your shoulder, and Joel, his hair mussed from sleep, his jacket and plasticky pants on, asked Ed for the shovel, telling him he got it from here. You went in and made him his coffee, and by the time you came out, he had cleared the deck, and was making a path down to your office.

Damn, you missed the show.

He came back in, very quickly had some toast, and told you he needed to get going. Lots to do after a blizzard. The family will begin arriving today, he should check everything was alright for them. He’ll make sure a path was cleared for you in case you were needed at the stables or cowsheds, although things seemed fine when he checked the CCTV footage, and none of the ranch hands had called him this morning. He quickly packed his belongings, and you handed him his thermos, filled with more hot coffee, and thanked him for keeping you company.

Before he left, you took his hand, pushed yourself to your tippy toes, and gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Thank you, Joel.”

He smiled at you, hesitated a bit, but finally just nodded and walked out.

Joel’s cheek burnt red hot throughout the twenty minutes’ walk to his house, keeping him warm all the way.

He was never washing that cheek again. Not until he could guarantee another dosage was coming.

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You were at your office, checking that all was well with the place, sweeping snow on the outside after it had been shoveled. Your phone pinged. Many times. You opened the text app and saw that you had been added to a chat group called “Da Milla Famiglia”.

*Tess added you.

*Tess removed Joel

Tess: Video attachment

It was a wobbly video of Tess, Penny and Ellie driving up the road leading to the main house. Joel was clearly in frame, his coffee in one hand, the other on his hip, a wide smile on his face, waiting for them. The voices of the three could clearly be heard.

Tess: Are you recording?

Ellie: Yes, yes, it’s recording.

Penny: Good. We need proof.

Ellie: What is going on with his face?

Tess: Is he… smiling?

Penny: Noo… that can’t be.

Tess: Penn, he’s right there. He’s fucking smiling.

Ellie: Should we call 911? Did he have a stroke? Oh my God, he had a stroke. We should call 911. Fuck, I’m recording. Penny, call 911.

Penny/Tess: Language!

Ellie: Fuck that, JOEL is smiling! What is wrong with him?

Penny: Oh. My. God. Is that a thermos in his hand?

Tess: Noo… that’s impossible…

The car stopped. Joel was clearly smiling. He opened the door for Penny.

Joel: Hey, welcome back! (hugs Penny, and kisses her on the cheek)

Joel looked into the car, smile still wide.

Joel: How was your drive?

Tess: It was okay, bit icy… (mumbles as she gets out of the car).

Joel hugged Tess, who tensed like she was expecting him to punch her. Kissed her on the cheek too. She and Penny kept staring at him, looking for signs of trouble.

Ellie: Oh my God. Seriously. What the fuck is going on? Shit! He’s coming.

The camera was lowered. The door opened.

Joel: Hey kid, had a great Christmas?

Video ended.

Okay… Joel Miller was smiling. A lot. Wow. You were about to put your phone away when it pinged away again.

Frank: What. The actual. Fuck.

Maria: You sure that’s Joel?

Frank: Audio note

Frank: Tess, turn around and look at him from between your legs. See if his legs touch the ground.

Bill: What the fuck are you talking about?

Frank: I saw a horror movie once. If his legs don’t touch the ground, he’s not Joel. He’s a ghost.

Bill: Frank, stop recording!

You just laughed and went back to work, going on your rounds to make sure the animals were alright. When you finally left the cowsheds, a very excited Ellie jumped you, wrapping herself around your middle, a box in her hands.

“Hello, excited girl.”

“Hi Doc. Missed you.”

“Missed you more.”

“I got you something. I helped Penny’s mom bake them.”

She produced the box, filled with blue macarons.

“You baked these?”

“Uhuh.”

You popped one in your mouth. The crunchy, gooey, nutty flavour burst in your mouth; the salted caramel filling almost made you swoon.

“Oh, my God! Ellie! These are amazing!”

“What’s amazing?” Joel appeared from behind the cowshed, peering over your shoulder, looking inside the box.

“Ellie baked these. They’re amazing! Try one!”

He took one and took a bite. His face contemplative for a second as he chewed, before popping the rest into his mouth, reached into the box and grabbed a few more. He ruffled Ellie’s hair, mumbled ‘good job, kid’, mouth full of macarons, and walked towards a large snowcat parked next to the field, popping another into his mouth before climbing in and closing the door.

Okay. First a snowplow and now a snowcat? Was he trying to kill you? You watched helplessly as he took off his jacket, started the engine and began maneuvering the large equipment towards the fields, your minds going so many places, far beyond what the eyes could see. You wonder what else he could drive…

“Er, earth to Doc?”

Hmm?

Ellie was staring at you, her eyes darting between you and the snowcat. Her eyes went back to you, and then lingered on the thermal mug in your hand.

A flash of recognition.

“Okay, what the fuck happened while we were gone?”

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On New Year’s Eve, the family packed several picnic baskets and piled into several cars before heading to the retirement village where Joel and Tommy’s parents live. Apparently, you could see some spectacular fireworks from several villages and towns from there. Tess had asked if you wanted to go with them, but Joel opened his passenger door and gestured for you to get in. He very quickly got in himself and drove off before anyone else could decide if they wanted to go with you. You saw the family quickly gather around each other as Joel drove off.

You and Joel hadn’t spent as much time together as you did, just a few hellos while working and having lunch together when you happened to be in the hall at the same time, which, incidentally, was every day since Mrs Adler came back from her sister’s, not that you planned it or anything. So, it was nice to have some alone time with him again. Ellie kept hounding you about what happened over the break, and you had managed to avoid answering her thus far. She straight out threatened to haunt your dreams until you do. I’ll be your little mind gremlin, sneaking into your brain at night to find out what really happened, she said.

Joel had a new bounce in his steps. He told you he talked to Sarah, and you were right, he said, it helped. Thank you. There’s a lot he had to do to really move on, but small steps, right? You smiled at him, happy to see him this way.

When you arrived, you were met by an older couple. They greeted Joel with a hug and a kiss, Joel an exact copy of the older man. They turned their attention to you, Joel introducing you as the new vet. The lady practically ran to your side of the truck and gave you a friendly hug. Anita Miller, she said. And my husband, Jake. The older man gave you a small peck on the cheek, saying it was nice to meet you.

Joel and his dad got the stuff you brought out of the car, Anita wrapped her arm around yours and led you to the clearing where the picnic was taking place. You heaved a sigh of relief at the many, many temporary fireplaces set up along the area, having worried all day how the heck you were going to survive midnight outdoors again. You had only survived Christmas eve thanks to the hot water bottle and Joel the human incinerator sitting next to you. But this was a much more open space, and surely, Joel would want to spend his time with his family.

Joel helped you set up the tables and chairs. Just as you were done, the rest of the family arrived, and you went along setting the food and drinks, the ladies too, along with some of the residents, while the men set up the barbeque. The next thing you knew, you were being surrounded by Maria, Tess, Penny and Anita, a serious look on their faces. You gave them a questioning look, and they all just began speaking over each other.

“You need to tell us what happened during the break.”

“Yeah, we came back, and Joel was a different person.”

“He smiled – a lot. And you two are suddenly buddy-buddy? And he’s friendly to Ellie! What the fuck happened?”

“Did you say something to him? Did you put something in his food?”

“Did you kill him and replace him with someone else?”

“Did you guys fuck?”

“Tess!” you exclaimed, hand on your chest, your face horrified at the idea.

“What?”

You were looking around, looking for help, and saw that he was being cornered by Tommy, Frank, Bill and Jake. He looked at you, eyes pleading for help. You shrugged and gestured at the ladies. He just smiled and shook his head, before making himself busy with the food, ignoring everyone. So, you decided to do the same.

“Great, they beam thoughts at each other now,” Maria muttered.

“I’m not done with you. I’m getting answers one way or another,” Tess said to you. “And just so you know, you owe me one of those magic toasts Ellie couldn’t stop talking about, for the tampons,” she teased.

The picnic was really nice. His parents were very friendly, they made you feel very at home. Everyone did, actually. Joel really did look like a different person. You sort of understood the whole curiosity behind this, but you wouldn’t have questioned a positive change. What did it matter why he changed? He changed. For the better. Take it, run with it.

You helped clean up after everyone had finished eating. Tommy followed you around with a large bag, while you deposited everything in it.

“I won’t ask you what happened, even though I am really curious. But, these few days, it was like my brother was back. I’m going off a hunch, here, but I think I have you to thank for it. So, thanks Doc.”

“What are we talking about, here?” Joel came to join the two of you, helping you clear the table you were at. Tommy quickly shoved the bag at him and left, winking at you. “What was that about?” he asked you. You shrugged.

He wanted to know what you were thinking, if you would be offended at the thought that spending those few days with you alone practically made him a different man. But he couldn’t tell you how he felt, what if you retreated from him? He needed your energy now. He couldn’t imagine not spending time with you. He felt like himself again, and it was because of you. What if you didn’t feel the same way? What if he was only feeling this way due to his guilt? What if it was just his horny, pent-up energy talking? He couldn’t risk telling you unless he was sure. You didn’t know anyone else here, just them. What if you were just being friendly? You seemed the type. From what he had observed, it seemed more likely that you thought of him as a new friend that you could rely on.

So, he’ll stay quiet.

You wanted to know what he was thinking, if you played a role in him being a different man, as self-serving as that may have sounded. But you couldn’t tell him how you felt, what if he retreated from you? You needed his friendship now. You couldn’t imagine not spending time with him. You were beginning to feel a lot more at home here, and it was because of him. What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if you were only feeling this way because you were lonely? What if it was just your horny, pent-up energy talking? You couldn’t risk telling him unless you were sure. You didn’t know anyone else here, just them. What if he was just being friendly? He didn’t seem to have too many friends, and had rejected women again and again, not wanting to commit to anyone. It seemed more likely that he thought of you as a new friend that he could rely on.

So, you’ll keep quiet.

When the time came to ring round the new year, you went along with the countdown, everyone pairing up for the occasion. You looked for Ellie, not wanting her to be alone, but she had partnered with Mrs Adler, the two of them gleefully doing the countdown. You and Joel were the only ones without a partner. He came to where you were standing, his low, low voice reciting the numbers along. You felt a shiver run down your spine. It must be the cold. You wrapped your hands around your body, realizing for the first time how slow countdowns are. It took forever to reach 1.

Your eyes met his at 3, his gaze piercing into your soul. You found yourself unable to keep your gaze on him, what if he could read your mind? But at the same time, you couldn’t look away. You longed to drown in those eyes. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure your ears were pulsing.

When people yelled happy new year, he leaned in, his hands on yours, and brushed his lips against yours. You were stunned. You were electrified. You couldn’t move. You could feel all the nerves in your body fire. Goosebumps everywhere. Your body felt warm.

He pulled back before the fireworks even started.

“Happy New Year, Amelia.”

“Happy New Year, Joel.”

And he let go of your hands and turned to marvel at the fireworks.

You were suddenly cold again.

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Part 8

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bambikisss · 2 years ago

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Birthday boy :: C.Guesung

->Summary: For Guesung's birthday, you surprise him with a trip to Bali

-> warnings: in a pool, Guesung staring at your ass and occasionally slapping it in public, unprotected sex, mentions of multiple rounds, use of oils/massage oils, picture taking

A/N: After a long wait, here is his birthday fic (and a bit early). I hope you all enjoy it! Oh and this came from this ask. Per usual, the ending lowkey sucks.

TAGLIST: @minaamhh

Song: Pillows - Lido and Santell

"Y/N! Come in here with us!"

You looked up from your phone to see your boyfriend and his siblings in the pool, holding a large ball to play pool volleyball with. "I'll join you all in a minute!" You smiled as they began a round without you, laughing when one of Guesung's nephews jumped onto his back, successfully bringing him down into the water.

Guesung always went all out when it came to you; for Christmas one year, he took you to Spain and had a small photoshoot with you there. While you traveled with him during the World Cup, he got you a large bag of cheese-its every time you entered the airport, along with a rose despite how many times you complained that you could never finish the bag and how the flowers always died. And when you couldn't join him at certain games due to work, he would video call you the minute he got back to the hotel and would fall asleep on the phone with you. He always had you in mind and wasn't afraid to spend some time and money proving it to you. Your friends always admired how far he was willing to go for you, which made you want to do the same for him, despite how many times he said that he didn't need for you to prove it to him; he knew you loved him.

So, despite his claims, you took charge of planning his birthday. You went all out; a trip to Bali with him and his family, a paradise hotel room that was on a closed-out floor so no one could bother you both, many excursions, etc. When you revealed to him what you had planned out for him, he immediately picked you up and spun you around while he kissed you, thanking you profusely. He was excited to get some time with all of his favorite people and just relax.

You finished setting up a delivery to your room set for later before you placed your phone down, watching Guesung play with his nephews before getting out of the water to make his way over to you. "Whatcha doing over here, baby?" He sat down next to you as you placed a kiss on his cheek, closing his eyes as you ran your hands through his hair. "Just planning some last-minute things, nothing to worry about."

"What else could I need when you've already done all this?" he pulled you so you sat on his lap, his cheek moving to rest on your shoulder. "I had so much fun today baby, and it's all thanks to you."

Guesung was happy to have one moment of rest with you. After arriving late last night, he spent the day being active. He went on jet skis, went on a nice boat ride, and scuba-dived; anything he had mentioned to you that he wanted to do at some point, you had made it happen. His only gripe was that he didn't get to have a moment with you as he was always surrounded by his family and his nephews were protective over you, so he wasn't allowed to kiss you or anything.

Speaking of his nephews, after noticing Guesung's absence, they quickly got out of the pool to end the moment, asking you to come to play with them. Guesung groaned as you joined them in the water, missing having you in his arms already.

After playing in the water some more, you and Guesung returned to your room to get ready for dinner. As you looked through your clothes to figure out what you wanted to wear, Guesung took a quick shower. As you picked out a dress, Guesung emerged from the shower, his towel around his waist as he leaned against the doorframe, watching you. You noticed him after a bit, turning to face him with a smile as he walked up to you, kissing you softly. "Baby, you're wet." You laughed as he tried to pull you against his wet chest, pouting as he wet your top.

"Well, when I get you alone, you'll be the one getting wet." He let his hand move to your lower back, pulling you roughly against his chest as he leaned down to kiss you softly. You smiled against his lips, playfully biting his lip, making him moan. He pouted when you moved away from him, grabbing your clothes before heading into the bathroom, sending a wink his way. It took everything In Guesung to not cancel the dinner and just have his way with you. He sighed before getting dressed, listening to you shower, promising himself to get you alone.

At dinner, he held you close, keeping his hand on your thigh as everyone ate, occasionally squeezing it. You tried to ignore it, focusing on the conversations. You did notice how much more touchy he was, asking him about it as everyone left the dinner table. Guesung didn't say anything as you both followed behind everyone, his hand that was on your lower back moving to deliver a quick smack onto your ass. When you turned to face him, he only made a small "shh" sound, sending a wink at you as he opened the door. You felt your cheeks heat up as you glanced around you, asking why he did that. "I didn't do anything, baby. I'm just enjoying my evening with you on my birthday." You gently shoved his shoulder as you walked outside, making Guesung chuckle.

Before you both could make it back to the room, his sister asked for a picture with him. You took your chance to head back to the room and hide the surprise you had delivered before changing into your swimsuit, making your way outside to the pool that was by your room.

As you removed your robe, you noticed Guesung's eyes now on you, leaning against the patio door. You decided to play into his eyes, making a show of entering the pool; swinging your hips, and slowly submerging into the pool before turning to face him. "Are you going to just watch me or come in here?"

"I was just enjoying the view first," Gueusung removed his shirt before stripping down to his briefs, getting into the pool slowly. When you were in arms reach, he pulled you close, kissing you deeply. "Why didn't you go put on your swimming trunks?'' you asked against his lips, moaning into the kiss as Guesung gripped your face, pulling you back into the kiss. You tried to push back from him to get some air, pressing your forehead against his. Despite doing all of the activities together, it was the first time that day that he had you all alone. He let his hands move to grip your hips, kissing around your jaw as the heated pool enveloped you both. When you asked him again why he didn't go change into his trunks, he only shrugged. "There's no point when I'm going to take it off in a few moments when I fuck you."

You couldn't help but moan at his words, asking what he meant, biting your lip as he chuckled darkly. "You know what I mean, baby. Or, do I have to show you?"

Guesung looked down at you with a smirk as he pinned you against the pool wall, his hands moving slowly up your arms to your swimsuit straps. He took his time as he pulled down your swimsuit straps, his eyes meeting yours as he removed it from your body, placing it onto one of the pool chairs. "You know, I've always wanted to have sex in a pool? It's been on my bucket list since forever" He kissed down your neck, tossing his briefs onto the same chair. "Well then, we'll make our way through it, huh?" You wrapped your legs around his waist as he massaged your thighs, slowly moving into you as he kissed your forehead.

He waited a minute before moving his hips, one of his hands moving to grip the side of the pool as he kissed you deeply. You let your hands move up his arms to his shoulders, closing your eyes as he moved, enjoying how his cock moved slowly as his tongue met yours. "My baby, my love," you sighed softly against his lips as his hands moved to your sides, moving faster. You continued to praise him as he moved, Guesung taking his time with you as he moved.

After he was satisfied with your praises and having you calmly in his arms, his hips sped up as he fucked you deeply. His hand moved into your hair, tugging it back as the water now splashed around you both due to the force of his hips. He leaned down to kiss your neck, moving faster as you dug your nails into his shoulder. "Get louder for me, baby. Show everyone in this hotel how well I fuck you," he groaned as you tightened around him, pulling back to make eye contact with you as he rolled his hips.

His hand slipped down to play with your clit, his hips snapping into you as he watched you come undone, groaning as he stilled his hips against yours as he came into you. He held you close as you both tried to calm down, the warm breeze coming through, reminding you both of where you were. You kissed his shoulder as you enjoyed the moment, smiling when your boyfriend did the same.

After a bit longer, he helped you get dressed before he walked with you back into the room. You had forgotten about the delivery you had ordered, smiling when you noticed the box sitting by the door. You picked it up, asking him to stay in the bathroom and not come out until you said so, which he agreed to. Guesung assumed you were setting up the bedroom for sleep, or something, but was shocked when he came out to see many candles lit around the room, and massage oils on a table by the bed as well. He turned to you, his eyes scanning over your appearance as you stood in front of him innocently wearing one of his white button-up shirts. "Welcome to your next surprise, my love."

You held your hands out, pulling him to the bed. Guesung had complained in the past about his back hurting a lot and how he wanted to get a massage but was too busy or they didn't do it right. He got onto the bed as he smiled at you, asking what was going on. "Well, you deserve a massage, right?" You straddled the backs of his legs before pouring some oil into your hands, massaging his shoulders first. He closed his eyes as you worked your magic on his back, feeling all of his tense muscles relax as you worked on them. You leaned down to place a small kiss on his shoulder blades, smiling when you noticed how much more relaxed he seemed.

"Alright, flip over." Gueusng paused at your words, carefully flipping over as he asked you why. You once again straddled him, pouring more oil onto your hands. "I gotta massage your shoulders," you carefully moved to his large shoulders, paying close attention to make sure that you got every knot. "You're magic, you know that?" he whispered softly, his thumbs rubbing your hips as he closed his eyes once more. You smiled softly, kissing him softly before moving down his body, applying kisses to his chest down to his thighs, glancing up to see your boyfriend now up on his elbows. He only bit his lip as he watched you get settled on your stomach, licking a stripe up his cock, before bobbing your head. "Well, happy birthday to me," he moaned, his hand moving into your hair. You moaned around him, watching as his abs clenched every time you moved, now glossy from the oil. He closed his eyes, relaxing even more as you sucked him off, whispering praises of how well you were doing, occasionally cursing in Korean.

You moved your hand to stroke him as he kissed and bit his thighs, chuckling when he begged for you to put your mouth back on him. Even though He was usually dominant in the bedroom, he was now under your spell as you held him in your hands, becoming putty. As your hand sped up, you noticed how his hips began to move with your hand, Guesung groaning softly that he was going to cum. You leaned forward to place him into your mouth, letting him fuck your throat as he came, his back arching before he rested against the bed. You gave him a moment to calm down as you kissed up his body, smiling down at him as he closed his eyes, panting softly. His hand moved up your body, massaging your body. "You're too good to me, baby," he whispered, opening his eyes to look up at you with a smile. His hand moved to cup your cheek before he carefully moved you so you were on your back, Guesung grabbing the oil. When you asked him what he was doing, he smirked. "Since you've been so good to me, I should at least treat you to something."

He carefully unbuttoned the shirt tossing it somewhere as he grabbed the oil once more. Instead of placing it onto his hand, he poured it onto your body, letting out a small "oops." He carefully moved his hands around your body, massaging you as he kissed you deeply. He made sure to massage your breasts, playing with them as he moved to kiss your jaw.

"Don't you think you've been good, Y/N? Don't you think you deserve a reward?" He whispered, kissing down your body as he placed your legs onto his shoulders. You nodded, letting out a small yelp when he bit your thigh. "Yes, I've been good and deserve a reward."

"Good girl, Y/N." He whispered, securing your legs around his head as he began to eat you out. He licked your clit, keeping eye contact with you as he sucked on it. You tossed your head back as he continued to eat you out, slowly pushing a finger into you, making your back arch.

Guesung took eating you out as important as if he was playing soccer; after being with you for so long, he had memorized everything about your body, and his number one mission was to have you scream his name. He curled his fingers, watching as you mewled his name loudly before his fingers began to move quickly in and out of you. He moved to sit up, leaning on his forehead above your head as his fingers moved, watching you cum on his fingers as he kissed you.

He muffled your moans, slowly removing his fingers before wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing into you slowly. You whined at your overstimulation, Guesung moving to pick you up so you were right against his chest. "One more time, baby. One more time for me," he began to slowly fuck up into you, whispering how much he loved you as he kissed your neck. You moaned softly, digging your nails into his shoulder as you rolled your hips to meet his, rolling your eyes back as he hit your spot.

He continued to whisper praises before pulling out, turning you onto your knees, and placing your hands on the headboard. He placed his hands above yours, slowly pushing back into you to meet the plush off your ass. As you moaned, tossing your head forward as he pressed his chest against your back, breathing heavily into your ear. "I know you can be louder, Y/N. Don't hold back for me, baby." He began to move his hips roughly, snapping against your ass as he fucked you. You tossed your head back to rest against his shoulder, moaning his name loudly as he left hickeys on your neck, the headboard moving to hit the wall. His hand moved to grab your breasts, using it as leverage as he moved faster, moaning as you clenched around him. Guesung slowed down, grabbing his phone that was on the nightstand, leaning close to your ear to whisper his instructions. "Say cheese, baby." He moved his phone so you both were in the frame, taking a picture of you both despite your messy appearance before his hips moved once more, leaning back to take a picture of your oil-covered ass before tossing his phone onto the bed, returning his focus to fucking you. "When people ask for pictures from my birthday trip, I'm going to show them those. Show them how pretty my girl looks when I fuck her; how pretty she looks taking the birthday boy's dick."

When you whined that you were going to cum again, he nodded, his hand slipping down to play with your clit as he kissed you, moaning softly as you came around him, pushing him over the edge as he came as well.

"Thank you, baby." He whispered, pressing kisses to your shoulder as you rested against him. He held you close, rubbing your body as he pulled out before walking to run a bath for you, picking you up and placing you into the warm water before joining you. He placed you against his chest, massaging your thighs as you relaxed against him.

After the bath, he carried you back to the bedroom, helping you get dressed before joining you laying on the bed, holding you close. "Thank you, Y/N...for everything. For the trip, for loving me, for coming with me around the world, everything..." he whispered, rubbing your back as he spoke. You looked up at him, kissing him softly before laying your head back against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. When you were close to falling asleep, he looked down at you before kissing your forehead, saying "I'll do the same thing when we get married."

You looked up at him, showing that you were awake, making him smile. "Happy Birthday, Guesung." You kissed him softly, laying back down as he moved to hover over you once more, kissing you deeply as his hands moved underneath your shirt, slowly pushing it up as his lips moved down your body. When you asked him if you both were going to be able to sleep tonight, he chuckled as he placed your legs back onto his shoulders, tossing your bottoms away. "It's not midnight yet. We're gonna go until it's no longer my Bday."

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