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hotpinkhoshi · 4 years

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the pact | insecurities

pairing: reader x jinyoung (in the pact universe)

genre: a little angst, a lot of fluff, some smut

warnings: a LOT of body image talk here, pregnant sex, the usual cursing, dirty talk etc, jinyoung might have a hint of a pregnancy kink but mostly he just really loves his wife

summary: pregnancy has been hell for you, and by the time you hit the six month mark, you haven’t let your husband put his hands on you in weeks. all those baby books did not prepare him for this.

a/n: hiiii babes. okay so disclaimer, this drabble is probably not everyone’s cup of tea. which is totally fine. but someone sent me an ask about jinyoung loving his wife being pregnant and well... i was inspired. i hope you guys like this! ❤️ oh and let me know if you think they’re having a boy or a girl... 😏

You’d never wanted to murder your husband before. You loved him more than you even thought possible, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have an unbearable urge to wring his neck right now.

“Say hello,” he cooed, phone in front of your face on selfie mode.

“Jinyoung. I love you, but if you don’t get that thing out of my face and far away from me, I’m going to stab you with this spoon,” you threatened, holding up the spoon you were using to shove ice cream into your mouth.

“It’s for the-”

“For the baby. Yes, I know.”

“Pfffffff-” he scoffed at you, eyes full of betrayal. “I can’t believe you. Don’t you want our unborn child to see you eating the ice cream you made me drive across town for at midnight just because he or she wanted it?”

“Ah-ha! I knew you were mad!” You jabbed a finger into his chest.

Jinyoung scowled, rubbing the spot you’d poked. “I was not mad. I was tired. But you have your ice cream now, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you said, shoving another spoonful into your mouth.

You’d gotten all ready for bed and curled up in the covers, and just before Jinyoung moved to crawl onto the bed next to you, you’d begged him to go out and get you the special triple chocolate ice cream that they only sold at one particular convenience store. It just happened to be a twenty minute drive.

Jinyoung had simply sighed and turned around, leaving to slip his shoes on and fetch you your ice cream. It wasn’t like you did this all the time. Your cravings hadn’t been too bad, but you had developed a mean sweet tooth, longing for dessert at all hours of the day.

“How does it taste?” Jinyoung asked, his scowl softening. “Worth it?”

“Yes,” you answered simply, directing your answer to his phone’s camera lens. “It’s delicious.”

Jinyoung switched the lens to the front camera, sitting back on the bed as he filmed you digging into your ice cream carton. It was resting on your bump, which seemed to get bigger and bigger by the day lately. He couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face as he watched you, even when chocolate dribbled down your chin.

He’d thought the first two years of your relationship had been the best it could be and he could never have loved you more. Then you got pregnant, and now he was sure he could never love you more.

You stuck your tongue out to catch the dripping ice cream, freezing when you noticed Jinyoung watching you with a smile from behind his phone. “What?”

Jinyoung shrugged. “Nothing. Just thinking how much I love you.”

He told you this all the time lately. Ever since you’d gotten pregnant, he showered you with compliments all day every day, to a point where you’d started to worry that he was trying to overcompensate. Like maybe he was so repulsed by your pregnant body that he felt the need to remind himself that he loved you.

You grunted. “Don’t say that. I’m a whale.”

Jinyoung scoffed, reaching a thumb out to wipe at the remnants of chocolate ice cream on your chin. “First of all, you’re not a whale. You’re six months pregnant. Second of all, I’d love you even if you were a whale.”

For some reason, you didn’t seem pleased with his answer. Your eyes immediately filled with tears as you picked up your ice cream carton, plopping it on the nightstand next to you.

“Oh god, baby, what did I say? What’s wrong?” he asked, dropping the phone onto the bed and scooting up next to you.

You sniffled and wiped at your face. “I hate this. And I hate that I hate it.”

Jinyoung brought you into his arms and kissed the top of your head. “What do you mean? Talk to me.”

“I’m disgusting. I’m breaking out, my face is puffy, I can’t stop burping, and I’m lumpy.” You were full on crying at this point, tears running down your face as you curled into your husband. “And I shouldn’t feel disgusting. I’m carrying our baby, I should be over the moon. But I hate feeling like this.”

It made you feel better to at least get it off your chest. While it was only a fraction of your complaints, you’d been holding it in for so long.

Pregnancy had not been kind to you. In fact, you felt like garbage most of the time. You were irritable, overly emotional, and you had barely let Jinyoung touch you in the last two weeks because you’d felt so low.

“Lumpy?” Jinyoung asked, pulling away to look down at you. “Where?”

You sniffed again, looking down at your legs, sticking out from underneath your maternity nightgown. Your tummy had gotten too big to wear Jinyoung’s shirts to bed anymore, and that had been a very depressing realization. So you’d gone out and purchased a dozen nightgowns, far too big for you but at least there was no way you’d outgrow them and feel even worse.

“Here,” you sighed, grabbing and squeezing at your thigh. You hadn’t shaved there in a while, either, which did nothing to make you feel better. “My butt’s lumpy too.”

It killed Jinyoung to see you like this. He’d always thought you were stunning, even more so when you got pregnant. He loved the new curves of your body, and it was driving him insane that you wouldn’t let him appreciate them. But he knew better than to push you. He gave you the space you needed, but this was where he drew the line. He wouldn’t let you talk about yourself like this.

“Baby, look at me,” he reached for your chin, tilting your face up towards him. “You’re gorgeous. I’m not just saying that, so don’t even try it. You have no idea how hard it’s been for me to keep my hands off of you these last couple of weeks. If you’d let me, I would worship every inch of your body for hours. As it is. Because to me, right now and always, you’re the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen.”

You blinked up at him, lip quivering. “I am?”

Jinyoung smiled, his expression melting as he looked down at you. “You are.”

“Even though my legs are hairy?”

He chuckled, sliding his hand from your chin down to the curve of your collarbone. He was testing the waters, seeing how far you’d let him go.

“Baby, I don’t think you get it. There’s no exception here. You’re fucking stunning, and I’d love to have those hairy legs wrapped around my waist right now. Or even better, over my shoulders.”

As much as you wanted to hit him for calling your legs hairy, you pressed your lips together, feeling a familiar tingle between your thighs. It had been quite a while since you’d felt that heat, too far into your own head to let yourself get turned on.

“Jinyoung,” you whispered. “I want…”

You took a deep breath as Jinyoung’s hand traveled further south, fingertip grazing over the curve of your breast. The area was so sensitive, even though it was covered with the cotton of your nightgown, it felt like your skin was bare.

“What do you want, angel? Let me hear you say it.”

Jinyoung’s eyes darkened, the air in the room becoming thick with tension. You squeezed your thighs together, surprised to feel that the area was already slick. Well, at least there was one positive symptom of pregnancy.

“I want you to make me feel good,” you said, fingers nervously playing with the sheets underneath of you. “Make me feel sexy.”

Your husband smirked down at you and bent his head for a kiss, his hand continuing its path down your body. He stroked your belly, which took you a moment to enjoy, before his touch traveled further. He pushed the hem of your nightgown up until he could grip the flesh of your thigh, settling his body into the space he created for himself.

You couldn’t help but release a sigh into the kiss. You’d missed him, you’d missed having him close and there were moments you were sure you wouldn’t feel like this until long after you’d had the baby.

But here you were, quickly growing hot and wet between your thighs. Jinyoung slid his hand around the curve of your inner thigh until he met the fabric of your panties, which could only be described as granny panties.

“Hmmm, looks like you’re already soaked.” Jinyoung parted from your lips, pressing kisses across your jaw and down the line of your neck. You whined, hips wriggling under his featherlight touch.

“Jinyoung,” you breathed, slipping your hands under the cotton of his t-shirt, allowing it to bunch up as you slid your hands upwards along his back.

He got the hint, pulling away from your collarbone to yank his shirt off. He tossed it to the side, then went for the bottom of your nightgown.

“Can I?” he asked.

You hesitated for a moment. As much as his words had helped you to feel better, you still didn’t feel confident. But this was your husband, and if he told you he wanted to worship your curves, you believed him. You nodded.

Jinyoung was slow about it, slipping his hands along the slopes of your body, dragging the nightgown along with them. Your breath hitched when his fingertips grazed over your bare breasts under the gown.

Then he slipped the garment over your head, leaving you only in your unflattering panties. You were quick to shimmy them down your hips, letting Jinyoung help with the task.

There you were, naked underneath of him. You’d been hiding your body from him lately, and he was overwhelmed at the sight. His eyes raked down your frame, starting at the curves of your swollen breasts, down to the incredible sight of your belly which made him emotional in a number of ways, landing on your glistening core on display for him.

“Fuck. You are so beautiful. God.”

You nearly believed he was just saying that, he didn’t mean it—but the bulge in his pajama pants reassured you. There was no denying he was staring at you like his favorite meal.

“Jinyoung,” you whispered. “Touch me.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” he said, corner of his lips lifting in a smirk.

Jinyoung settled back on top of you. His fingertip trailed along your collarbone, tracing the line until it slipped down further, following the swell of your breast. As soon as he grazed your nipple, you took in a sharp inhale. Sensitive was an understatement.

He looked pleased at your reaction. While his fingers pinched the hardened bud, he dipped down to tend to your other breast with his mouth. You gasped once more, already so affected by the sensations he was giving you.

You brought a hand up to his hair, squeezing his strands in your fist. He worked magic with his tongue, flicking back and forth over your nipple at a steady, rapid pace.

“Oh, god,” you whimpered, arching your chest towards him. It certainly wouldn’t take long for you to come, and you were almost positive he could get you there just like this.

But you couldn’t neglect him—nor did you want to. With one hand in his hair, you slid the other down his chest, feeling along the ridges and hard lines of his muscles. Figures, while you were getting plump he was getting hotter than ever.

Your fingers dipped into the waistband of his pajama pants, pleased to find that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Jinyoung’s expert movements on your breast faltered as you wrapped your hand around his length.

“Shit,” he whispered, pulling away from your chest to look down at you. “See what you do to me, angel? Just seeing your body, hearing the noises you make for me…”

You shoved his pants down as far as you could and Jinyoung helped you out, kicking them from his shins and off of the bed. “How do you want me?” you asked, pumping your hand along his length a few times.

Jinyoung kissed your forehead, then sat back on his heels, giving your outer thigh a light tap. “On your knees.”

You held his hand for support as you sat up and turned onto your knees, a movement that was not done gracefully. Jinyoung sat behind you, angling your body so that your ass was sticking up for him. You grabbed a pillow to rest your elbows on, since you weren’t sure how long your arms could hold you up.

“Now, I don’t know what you see in the mirror but all I can see is perfection. Not a single flaw on you, baby…”

You whimpered as his hands trailed from your shoulder blades down the curve of your spine, his touch sending fire through your whole body. You needed him, and you needed him now. Then you felt his body hovering over you, the tip of his cock bumping at your entrance.

“Ready?” he asked, gripping your hips and rubbing soothing circles into your lower back with his thumbs.

“Please,” you responded breathlessly as you pushed your backside towards him.

Jinyoung chuckled. “Someone’s needy.”

“Shut up,” you replied, twisting your head around to glare at him. “Do you want to tease me or do you want to fuck me?”

You gasped at the slap that Jinyoung delivered to your ass, arching your back as much as you could with the extra weight pulling you down. Not as forceful as he had been with you in the past, but enough to get his point across.

“I’m going to fuck you. But if anything starts to hurt, or you feel uncomfortable, you need to tell me right away, okay?” he caressed your ass where he’d spanked, eliciting a soft moan out of you as you obeyed.

“Okay.”

Without further warning, Jinyoung was pushing inside of you, slow but steady. You couldn’t even remember the last time he’d fucked you, if you were honest. At least a month. It was almost impossible to get in the mood lately, at least for more than a minute before you were feeling crabby again.

“Tight,” Jinyoung breathed behind you, groaning once he bottomed out. “Fuck. Can pregnancy make you tighter?”

There was a significant amount of resistance as Jinyoung slid through your folds. You hadn’t done much research in this area, but as far as you could tell, pregnancy did weird things to the female body. After all, you’d experienced it first hand.

“Did the-” you were cut off as Jinyoung pulled out, slamming back inside of you with a shallow thrust. “Oh my god. Did the books say anything about this?!”

Jinyoung was on a pregnancy book kick ever since you’d found out you were pregnant. He had single handedly cleared out the entire section in your bookstore, and you were certain he’d read them all cover to cover by now.

“No,” he replied, low and throaty. “But the way you’re squeezing me—oh fuck, you’re not even trying, are you? God, you feel so fucking good.”

Jinyoung always cursed more when he was overwhelmed, when something felt good or bad beyond his expectations, so you knew he was being truthful. It felt just as good for you, but you were at a loss for words.

He began a deathly slow pace inside of you so that you could feel every inch of him, your walls naturally clenching around him in a way that made him feel so much bigger than you remembered.

“Jinyoung…” You leaned deeper into the bed, relying on your forearms to hold your weight. “Faster, please,” you begged.

Your husband was eager to obey, his hips quickening their pace. Not only were you ridiculously wet and tight, you were so sensitive. You wouldn’t last long.

“My good girl, taking me so well,” Jinyoung said from behind you, sounding like it was more to himself than you. “Thought about having you bent over for me for weeks.”

You wished you could’ve said the same. The only thing you’d fantasized about lately was not being pregnant—and wine. Lots and lots of wine.

Just as you shifted to spread your legs, you felt a sharp pain shoot up your thigh. You gasped and fell forward, clutching at the tightened muscle. These goddamn leg cramps… just one more thing getting in the way of Jinyoung screwing your brains out.

Jinyoung stilled immediately, his eyes filled with worry. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Ow, ow, ow. Leg cramp. Hold on,” you said with a whine.

You scooted forward and Jinyoung slipped out of you, much to your dismay. You flopped over onto your back, thighs still spread. What a sexy image that probably was.

“Just…” you took a deep breath, massaging your thigh for another moment. “Okay. I’m good. Sorry.”

He didn’t look convinced. His hands rubbed your thigh soothingly, which you couldn’t deny felt amazing, but you needed him inside of you.

“Baby, please. I’m okay.”

You were grateful that Jinyoung didn’t treat you like you were made of glass since you got pregnant. For the most part, he had let you call the shots. If you needed him, he was there. But he allowed you your independence, letting you run errands on your own or work an extra day at the store if you wanted to, on the one condition that as soon as you started feeling tired or needed his help, you would tell him. He trusted your judgment, and made sure you knew that he was by your side if you needed it.

“Here,” Jinyoung said, shifting to lay on his side next to you. With an arm around your waist, he turned you into your side and pulled you back against him. “This okay?”

You hummed in response, pleased to feel his hard length pressing into your lower back. It took some adjusting, but once he finally slid back inside of you, you sighed, satisfied.

He soon found his rhythm again, letting you rest your head against one arm while the other slipped around your body to massage your breast.

It didn’t take long for the heat to build in your belly, with the deep strokes Jinyoung was delivering combined with the way he was pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“Jinyoung, oh-” you tipped your head back, turning just enough to be able to see your husband’s face. He looked so serious, eyebrows knitted together in a hard line. “I’m close, I’m-”

He tipped his head forward to brush his lips against yours, his hand dragging down your body until he could tuck it into the space between your thighs. Once he started rubbing your clit, you knew you were done for.

“My beautiful girl, taking me so deep, so good for me,” he breathed against your lips, an almost incoherent mumbling of praises.

Your eyes fell shut as you clutched at his wrist, making sure he didn’t stop the delightful movements of his index and middle fingers against the bundle of nerves between your legs.

“I-” You tried to speak but he rendered you speechless as he wrapped his other arm around you as well, holding you close as he drove into you without mercy.

Your orgasm washed over you before you even had a chance to prepare. It barreled out of nowhere as your thighs shook and you held onto his arm for dear life, feeling like every nerve in your body had just been set aflame.

Jinyoung attached his lips to your shoulder as he pumped into you, desperate to drag out the aftershocks of your orgasm while also chasing his own climax.

The room filled with his groans and your soft moans as he emptied inside of you, pressed into you so tightly it was as if you’d become one body.

You both took a moment to breathe after he’d come down from his high. Jinyoung caressed your whole body, pressing sweet kisses into your neck as he told you over and over just how special you were to him.

After you regained some strength, you maneuvered onto your other side so that you could face your husband. He looked absolutely spent.

“Hi,” you whispered with a smile, smoothing your fingertips down his cheek.

Jinyoung returned your smile and turned his head to kiss your fingertips. “Hi,” he repeated. “How do you feel now?”

“Better,” you said. “I’m sorry that I… that I haven’t made this easy on you.”

Perhaps you were the one carrying your child, but Jinyoung did as much as he could, and then some. He walked the fine line between holding your hand every step of the way, and letting you have your space to deal with all of the aspects he couldn’t possibly understand.

You truly would never deserve him.

“It’s not supposed to be easy.” Jinyoung pressed a kiss to the bridge of your nose, his hands sliding along your back slowly. “You're incredible to me for handling this so well.”

You snorted. “Well? I cry, like, six times a day. And I definitely don’t eat enough vegetables. And if I keep eating ice cream at midnight our child will probably end up with diabetes-”

“Hush,” Jinyoung whispered. “Stop being so hard on yourself. I love you, and I think you’re amazing. And if I hear you call yourself lumpy ever again, you’ll have hell to pay.”

Resting your head on his chest, you laughed. “Thanks for loving my lumpy butt.”

“Watch it,” he warned, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

Silence fell between the two of you as you melted into his arms, enjoying the feeling of his hands rubbing your back and your shoulders, before they trailed down to your tummy.

You shifted onto your back, placing your hands on top of his. “We should start thinking of names, shouldn’t we?”

“Maybe,” Jinyoung replied. The way he stared down at your bump with complete adoration was enough to quite literally make your heart skip a beat. “You still think it’s a boy?”

You nodded, smiling down at your stomach. “Mhm. But I think I’m the only one. Everyone else is so convinced we’re having a little girl, so maybe I’ve just got some wires crossed.”

Jinyoung laughed, scooting down your body until he was level with your belly button. “Hmm…”

As he pressed his ear into your stomach, you threw your head back and laughed. “Are you trying to hear if it’s a boy or girl?”

Jinyoung looked up at you only to shush you before he was concentrating completely, one hand rubbing circles into your skin.

“What’s that, little bear? Ah, so interesting… oh, really? I knew it.” He pretended to have a conversation with your stomach, complete with shocked facial expressions and a cheeky smirk in your direction.

You narrowed your eyes down at Jinyoung. “What is it?”

“It’s a secret. Little bear told me if it’s a boy or a girl, but we think we should keep it to ourselves just a little bit longer.”

You huffed. “Not even born yet and my kid’s already conspiring against me. Not a good sign.”

Jinyoung shrugged. “What can I say? Our baby knows I’m the cool parent already.”

“Not fair,” you retorted, poking your index finger into Jinyoung’s dimple. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He pretended to bite your fingertip as you laughed, ruffling his hair in retaliation. He trailed kisses back up your body before burying his head into your neck.

“Mine,” he whispered, lips pressed into your skin and hand caressing your tummy.

You closed your eyes, so sure you’d never been so content than at this moment. As you slid your arms around Jinyoung, you couldn’t have been more grateful. Maybe you didn’t feel beautiful, but you felt strong, supported, and loved.

“Yours,” you breathed in response.

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refriedweeb · 4 years

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hiiii~ could you maybe do something like a picnic date with denki? sorry i haven’t been as active as i was at first i’ve been on my death bed 😔 (not rlly it’s just a cold but i’m 🌸💗✨dramatic✨💗🌸) i still love your writing 🥺👉👈

A/N: oml well we’re about to HEAL you with this little Drabble of sweet sunshine Kaminari <3 Denki is honestly the sweetest bean and I think he’d be the best boyfriend out of 1-A and a total shy boy when it comes to finding the girl he really likes out of his league full stop and I am FULL ON USING THE STRAWBERRY DRESS THAT’S BEEN RUNNING RAMPANT ON SOCIAL MEDIA FOR THE DRESS Y/N IS WEARING

Prompt: picnic date with Denki Kaminari

Okay, lets be real Denki Kaminari is the flirt of class 1-A. And that was fine and dandy for him because he could talk to whoever he liked and not have to feel guilty about any of it. That, however, changed very quickly when he tripped over Bakugou’s feet upon seeing you walking down the hall of UA with some of your friends. Normally the suave type, the fact that you’d been able to throw Denki for such a hard loop immediately meant he needed to know you. Because not just anyone caused him to fumble so horrifically in front of his peers.

It took him a couple of weeks to gain the courage to ask you on a date because holy shit were you cuter up close than you were from further away. There were a number of times where he’d get talked up by Kirishima and Sato to talk to you, only for when it came to him standing in front of you did he blush deep shades of cherry colors and lose any train of thought. He’s sure he’s messed up any chance of getting you to agree to a date with him, when it’s you that asked him out for a picnic.

You’re not stupid. You knew what Kaminari was trying to get at regardless of how badly he did it.

That weekend, you and Kaminari had gotten permission to head off school grounds to the park down the mountain. You’d brought the picnic basket, and with your combined allowances, were able to get a sandwich to split, some sweet flavored sodas, and a little two person chocolate cake from the market. Outside of said market, you’d folded your food and drink into the basket, making it all the more official.

The two of you ate in peace with a beautiful sunny day shining over you. The sandwiches were good and the chocolate cake even better. You talked about training, about school, what classes you liked and what classes made you miserable. Denki hung on every word you could say, amazed at how articulate and thoughtful you were while he struggled to say anything coherent because of how nervous he was about saying the wrong thing and messing this kickass date up.

“You, uh,” Kaminari started, blush starting to pull out of his cheeks. “You look really nice today.” he finally managed to get out once you sat down over the little blanket that covered the grass. “Strawberries are my favorite fruit.”

Your eyes dropped to the lush strawberry and tulle dress that you wore for the date. It was your turn to blush, and you tucked some hair behind your ear. “Thanks, you look really nice too, Denki.”

It was almost as if your words had shocked him, Kaminari’s entire being seeming to come to life and prickling with static electricity. Your jaw dropped open as you took in the sight, and Kaminari was quick to get himself under control. The last thing he wanted was to short-circuit himself on a date he’d been unable to ask for to begin with. He patted himself down, letting out a nervous chuckle while he did so.

“Sorry, sorry.” he said as he ran his hand over the back of his head. “I don’t usually get this nervous on dates.”

“Well then I must be special,” you said, a very obvious teasing tone to your words as you leaned in closer to him. “I heard you were the flirt of 1-A and here I am making you all nervous.” Your brows pulled together in amusement as his blush deepened and turned the slightly sunburn he’d gotten from your day out in the sun even darker.

“Well, uh,” Kaminari stuttered, unable to stop himself from counting all the different shades of color in your eyes. How did that work? Crap! Say something witty, Denki! But the more he pressed for something in his head to make sense, the less it worked in his favor. “I think you’re super cool, (Y/N). Like really cool, and I...really just want to get to know you.”

Your heart fluttered at the beginning feelings of what could only be a crush, and smiled. You ducked your head for a moment, a blush similar to Kaminari’s blossoming over your cheeks. “You think I’m cool?” You hadn't always felt cool, but the fact that Denki thought you were was...nice. Cute.

“Yeah, you’re like lightning in a bottle level cool, (Y/N).”

Blush deepening, you looked back up at Kaminari. Spotted a little bit of chocolate frosting that had managed to miss entrance to his mouth, but still managed to take residence in the corner of his mouth. “Well, I hope I’m as cool as you are.” you said, and swiped the remnants of his dessert on your finger. “I hope I’m as cool as ‘unable to successfully eat chocolate cake Denki Kaminari,” you said, licking off the chocolate frosting while you burst into a fit of laughter.

Denki, however, was rooted there motionless. He was crimson in the face at that point. Embarrassed but absolutely infatuated with everything about you. Denki watched as you rolled onto your back, your laughter full and infectious and in no time he was laughing too. “No need to tease me! I’m nervous and sensitive!” he whined, though his laughter told you there was nothing to be concerned about. “Fine! If that’s how you want to be!” Denki announced, giving you only a moment to realize what was happening when he pounced on you, the two of you rolling through the grass in no time while you tickled one another mercilessly.

The sparks from his fingertips as he tickled you, made you laugh, weren’t the only ones flying.

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taexual · 4 years

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hiiii if its not taken could i request a drabble with 48 and 46 with got7’s jinyoung? please thank you 💗❣️💕💓

jinyoung | 700 w.

“can I kiss you right now?” + “i’ve liked you for a while now.”

it was a torture for him but he’d felt this way for so long now, he’d perfected his nonchalant face to the point where

no one could tell how bothered he was by the fact that you’ve brought your boyfriend over to bambam’s houseparty. jaebum was the only one who knew of jinyoung’s feelings for you – but even he remained across the room, only sending his friend quick supportive glances that jinyoung was too proud to acknowledge.

“hey!” you suddenly exclaimed, your excited face appearing by jinyoung’s side. “i’ve tried to talk to you the whole night but you kept disappearing. if i didn’t know better, i would have thought you were avoiding me.”

jinyoung laughed nervously and responded to your hug by wrapping his arms around you.

“no,” he lied after pulling away; he was very much avoiding you. “there are just so many people here, you know? I was—”

“oh, god, tell me about it,” you groaned, cutting him off. “someone invited my ex here, can you believe it? bam says he’s not sure who it was but if i find out—”

“w-wait,” jinyoung’s heart was suddenly in his throat. “ex?”

you sighed. “yeah. we broke up a few weeks ago. i wanted to tell you but—i don’t know. you were busy and i didn’t want to call you crying at three in the morning.”

“why not?” he asked, clearing his throat in hopes that it would conceal his joy at this news. “you know you can talk to me about anything, you’re one of my closest friends.”

“no, i know that,” you lowered your head, the label not sitting quite right with you – perhaps because of how much your heart rate sped up every time jinyoung hugged you hello. “it’s just… i don’t know, i needed to get my thoughts together before i came to you.”

“i get it,” jinyoung said and tried to remain as subtle as possible while he urged you on, “so why did you two break up anyway?”

you’d have gladly taken a drink before talking about this but the cup in your hand was empty and jinyoung didn’t look like he was going to wait a second longer for you to asnwer. he may have thought he was being subtle, but the intense glint of his eyes held no secrets – he needed you to tell him what happened.

“i left him, actually,” you admitted slowly, “i just—m-my heart wasn’t in the right place, you know? he accused me of leading him on and i felt guilty because, i don’t know, i guess, he was right. i was with him even though i wasn’t sure if i wanted to be with him. it wasn’t right for us to keep going like that, so i ended things.”

jinyoung no longer knew what breathing was or how he was supposed to even attempt to do it as he chortled, “y-yeah?”

“yeah,” you nodded, unaware that your heart—although beating wildly in your chest—was still not beating nearly as fast as his was, “i—um… this isn’t something i’d want to tell you in the middle of a party with all of these people around but, uh, i’ve actually liked you for a while now. and, not to sound accusing or anything, but you’ve been the reason why all of my previous relationships failed. i just—i-i keep thinking about you. and you’re my friend – probably my most important friend – so i didn’t want things to be weird between us, but—yeah. i thought it was time i told you before i sabotaged myself by trying to date someone new.”

you added the last part as a joke – but you were the only one who laughed because jinyoung was pretty much suffocating at that point. you weren’t sure what to make of his blank stare but you were too afraid to ask anything and, before long, jinyoung was the one who broke the silence, after all.

he merely cleared his throat, his eyes not leaving yours no matter how hard he needed to blink, and then took your hand, “can I kiss you right now?”

“w-what?” you asked breathlessly, your lungs nearly collapsing.

“please?” he asked again. “i’ve wanted to since the day I met you.”

you were simply incapable of replying so you leaned in instead, leaving the tiniest of gaps between your lips, and jinyoung – with no hesitation whatsoever – filled the gap in by turning his head and pressing his lips to yours. his hands immediately found your face as he deepened the kiss, proving to you just how long he’s waited for this moment and how little he cared about anyone seeing you two.

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citrinekay · 4 years

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Hiiii I dunno if you're still doing prompts but i've been thinking about a drabble where Bill and Holden are at home and they're both a little tipsy and Holden talks Bill into slow dancing with him, I just need some cute domestic fluff tbh, thanksss

HI Ash! Sorry for the delay in answering this 😫 life has been so busy and stressful these past couple weeks, but I finally got a chance to sit down and write this little thing that’s been bouncing around in my head ever since you sent this message. Hopefully you are still yearning for the domestic fluff, because this is fluffy to the max! Enjoy 💕

When Holden wakes on Saturday morning, the mellow, morning sunlight creeping across the unoccupied side of his bed illuminates the vacancy in a way that makes his chest tighten. If he closes his eyes, he can imagine the dust motes sailing, hitting bare skin, the radiating warmth of body heat, hands winding around his waist to pull him closer. But he’s never liked feeling needy or dependent on anyone - not until recently.

He tries to set aside the lonely patter of his thoughts, but when he goes into the kitchen to put some breakfast together, his gaze settles nervously on the telephone.

Last weekend, it was Bill’s turn having Brian. The week before that, Holden was over at Bill’s house, and they were making out on the couch. It seems like a small eternity ago, almost unbearable. He wants to call and invite himself over, but Bill has never been the doting type. He doesn’t appreciate clingy behavior or other people invading his personal space. This thing between them is still too new for that kind of closeness.

Holden dispels the thought of calling, and turns his attention to making breakfast. Afterward, he busies himself by checking the contents of the refrigerator and deciding he needs to stop at the grocery store.

On the weekend, the store is fairly busy, and he takes his time shuffling down the crowded aisles and ticking items off his list once they hit the cart. He trolls the familiar shelves by rote, allowing his mind to wander and predict the rest of the day. Maybe he’ll go for a run later or settle in with a book. More than likely, he’ll end up pouring over the case files he brought home with him. Relaxing has never come easy to him, just like the vulnerability of missing someone.

When Holden gets back to his apartment, juggling two paper sacks of groceries and his keys, the shrill ring of his telephone reaches past the front door. Muttering a curse, he sets down one sack in order to unlock the door, and quickly drags the groceries inside. The telephone continues ringing as he knocks the door shut, stumbles past the grocery sacks into the kitchen, and swipes for the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Hey.” Bill’s voice reaches from the other end of the line, at ease and fond, shattering Holden’s dour mood in seconds.

“Bill, hi.” Holden says, a smile pushing unbidden at his cheeks.

“Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“No, I was just coming back from the store. It’s okay. What’s up?”

“Nothing, I was just thinking about you.”

Holden turns to lean his hips against the kitchen counter, and bites back a growing grin. “Really? That’s funny.”

“Why?”

“Because, I was thinking about you.” Holden says, clutching the phone tighter as nervous butterflies rouse in his belly.

“Were you, now?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Well, it seems like we’re on the same page then.” Bill says, his tone modest yet holding a note of anticipation.

“About what?”

“You coming over tonight.”

The butterflies explode, not painfully but joyously. Holden purses his lips, but he can’t help the excited grin that stretches across his mouth.

“That sounds great.” He says, attempting not to betray his over-eagerness.

“Yeah?” Bill asks, the relief in his voice matching the warmth in Holden’s chest. “I wasn’t sure how you’d feel. I know last week in New Hampshire was hard on you. I figured you’d want to rest-”

“No.” Holden says, quickly. “Not at all. I want to come over.”

“Great. We don’t have to do anything crazy.” Bill says, “Order some take-out, watch a movie …”

“Yeah, that all sounds good. When do you want me to come over?”

“I’ve got some chores around the house to finish up. How does five o’clock sound?”

“Good. Perfect.”

“Okay. See you then.”

After they hang up, Holden stands in the middle of the kitchen with a bewildered smile lingering on his face. His fears about coming off as too needy sink below the surface, leaving behind the warm hum of anticipation in his belly. The realization that Bill wants this - them - just as much as he does rises up slowly right next to the bubbling excitement, but Holden doesn’t try to dwell on the particulars; he has to seize this moment while it lasts.

Holden pulls his car into the driveway of Bill’s house at 4:45. He prefers to be early, but today’s punctuality exists more out of uncurbed enthusiasm rather than timely diligence. He hadn’t been able to stop himself from getting himself ready early and leaving his apartment ahead of schedule. He’s sure Bill won’t mind.

Getting out of the car, he jogs up the front steps, and raps his knuckles on the front door. He doesn’t have to wait long before he hears Bill’s footfalls approach and the latch click open.

Holden glances up from his shoes to see Bill holding the door open. He has a kitchen towel over his shoulder, and his cheeks are faintly flushed. Immediately, the mouth-watering scents of cooking dinner wafts from behind his shoulders.

“Hi.” Bill says, his mouth fending off a smug smile.

“Hi…” Holden says, slowly, a frown tugging at his brow.

“Come on in.”

Bill stands aside as Holden creeps across the threshold, pinning him with a curious gaze.

“What smells so good?” Holden asks as Bill pulls the door shut behind him.

Bill’s hand clasps his hip as he leans in to plant a warm kiss on Holden’s cheek. “Dinner.”

“Dinner?” Holden echoes, his brows rising. “You said we were going casual.”

“I know. I wanted to surprise you.”

“I’m practically in pajamas.” Holden protests, haplessly. “I would have dressed up if you told me you were making me dinner and-”

“Hey,” Bill interrupts, his eyes twinkling. “Hush, will you? I’m not worried about what you’re wearing.”

Holden purses his lips, and gently leans into Bill’s chest. Peeking up past his eyelashes and the flush climbing his cheeks, he murmurs, “Right. Sorry. I should be thanking you.”

“You can thank me later.” Bill whispers, planting a fleeting kiss on Holden’s mouth before he turns to go back into the kitchen.

Holden trails behind him, his disbelief growing as he enters the kitchen to see the table set with the nice china dishware and a glass vase at the center that holds a large bouquet of purple and white flowers.

“Wow.” Holden says, pausing in the doorway to gather himself. “Bill, this is …”

“A surprise?” Bill asks as he leans down to open the oven.

“Yes. Very much so.”

Bill pulls the pot out of the oven, and sets it down on the top of the stove. When the lid comes off, the aromatic scent of seasoned pork roast makes Holden’s mouth water.

“Then I succeeded.” Bill says, casting him a smile.

Holden shuffles closer to the table, trying to curb his excitement as he bends over to smell the flowers.

“Are these for me?”

“Yep.” Bill says, sounding casual as he carves into the roast.

“Well, well. I didn’t know you were such a romantic.”

“I’m not. But I figured you would appreciate it.”

“Why’s that? I don’t consider myself a romantic either.”

Bill casts him a dubious glance over his shoulder.

“What? I’m not.” Holden protests.

Bill smirks, and turns his attention back to plating the food.

Holden sighs, and rubs one of the flower petals between his thumb and forefinger. “Well, I have to admit, they are nice. I hope you didn’t spend too much on them.”

“Didn’t your mother teach you it’s rude to ask how much a gift costs?”

“Yes. She also taught me not to kiss boys so …. We’re in new territory, aren’t we?”

Setting aside his fork and knife, Bill turns to catch Holden by the wrist and reel him in. Both arms wind around his waist, pulling him into a firm embrace. A shiver runs through him, leaving his knees weak and his hands clutching at the front of Bill’s shirt. The thrill of warmth ends in his belly when Bill’s eyes swallow him, then his mouth comes down to turn Holden’s world inside out and upside down. Dizzy, giddy satisfaction crushes through his veins at the first sweet dash of Bill’s mouth against his own, increasing to a dazed hum when the strokes deepen and Bill’s tongue slips against his palate.

Holden clings to Bill’s chest until the kiss ends with a slick disconnect of lips and panting breath. He opens his eyes slowly, shuddering.

Bill gazes down at him, a faint smirk resting on the damp corner of his mouth. “I’ve been thinking about doing that all day.” He murmurs.

Holden flushes hotly, and chokes on a reply.

Bill chuckles. “I guess your mom didn’t tell you how great kissing boys would be, huh?”

“Not in the slightest.” Holden whispers, offering a strangled laugh.

“Come on.” Bill says, nudging him toward the table. “Sit down. Dinner’s ready.”

Holden sinks to his chair, grateful for the support now that his legs have been turned to jelly. Part of him had meant to come here tonight feeling in control of emotions and sexually powerful. He’d meant to accept Bill’s invitation, but not act too eager. Ten minutes into the evening and he’s ready to faint like a virgin, longing for another kiss, longing for more - Bill’s hands all over his body, making him forget everything his mother ever taught him.

After Bill sets the dinner plates in front of them and pours them each a glass of wine, he sits down across from Holden with a pleased sigh.

“Go ahead.” He urges as Holden toys with his fork.

“This looks really good.” Holden says, leaning forward to apply his fork and knife to the pork.

Bill watches eagerly as he takes a bite and the tender, juicy flavor fills his mouth.

“Mm, wow. It tastes really good, too.” Holden says around the bite.

“Good.” Bill says, taking up his own fork. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”

They both fall quiet for a few moments as they eat, the quiet clink of silverware on china filtering above the rush in Holden’s ears. He peeks past the bouquet of flowers, feeling his chest swelling and opening the same as the soft petals. It’s difficult to hold onto his stubborn sense of self-sustainability when Bill is treating him this way, making him dinner, giving him flowers, kissing him intimately in a way he knows he’ll never be kissed by anyone else again; but a part of him still clings to his jaded cynicism, the scar tissue on his heart that warns him nothing good lasts forever.

“Bill …” Holden whispers.

“Yeah?” Bill mutters, glancing up from his plate with a warm, expectant gaze.

“Thank you. This is amazing. It feels too good to be true, actually.”

Bill’s mouth tilts with a soft smile. “I know. But it is.”

“In ten years …” Holden says, drawing in a shaky breath. “Are you going to cook me dinner like this?”

Bill’s eyes soften, and his chest rises with a staggered breath. Setting his fork and knife down, he rubs a hand over his mouth.

“You, um … You think we’re going to be together like this in ten years?”

“Well, I … I think so.” Holden says, hurriedly. “I mean, I hope so.”

“Yeah.” Bill says, his voice quietly choked. “Me, too.”

Holden lowers his head, pressing his eyes shut against the sudden sting of tears. Bill’s hand creeps across the table to clutch over his knuckles, grounding him into this moment that feels too perfectly constructed for his reality.

“You okay?” Bill asks, gently.

Holden nods, swiping briskly at his eyes. “Yes, fine. Good, actually.”

“Okay, good. That’s a relief. I didn’t think I was that rusty in the kitchen.”

Holden chokes on a laugh, and shakes his head. “No, it’s not the food. The food is amazing. You’re amazing, I just-”

He stops as their eyes meet across the table, and he realizes he’s shown too much - more than he ever has with anyone else. In just a few minutes, his walls have crumbled to the ground.

He clears his throat of the forming knot, and manages a calm expression.

“It’s just that good things normally don’t last long for me.” He says, “Everything has always felt temporary.”

Bill’s knits with concern and determination. He gives Holden’s hand another squeeze.

“Well,” He says, “It isn’t this time.”

After the dishes are cleared away and the bottle of wine is diminished to a few lingering sips, Bill and Holden relax on the couch with the television playing at low volume and a Sinatra record spinning on the turntable.

Holden isn’t paying much attention to the sports cast debating the upcoming football draft as he cuddles underneath Bill’s arm, his cheek pressed to Bill’s chest. Bill’s fingertips wander up and down the back of his arm, rousing warm tingles down his spine while the other hand guides a cigarette to and from his lips.

Tilting his head back, Holden studies Bill’s face in the low light, the familiar edges of his jawline, his bladed cheekbones, his eyes as moody as incoming rain. He knows these planes and slopes well, has memorized each facet through sleepless, lovelorn midnights. He thought he knew everything there was to know about Bill, but tonight surprised him - and his morning concerns that Bill might find him too needy or even annoying suddenly seem ridiculous.

The record hums static for a moment before the next song starts, the sweet, languid opening notes of “The Way You Look Tonight.”

Hesitation cast aside, Holden sits bolt upright from Bill’s chest, and clutches his arm.

“I love this song.”

Bill’s attention breaks from the television to pin Holden with a bemused smile. “Yeah. It’s a good one.”

“It’s one of my mom’s favorite songs.” Holden says, climbing to his feet. “We used to slow dance to it in the kitchen.”

“There you go with your mom again.”

“She has good music taste. Obviously.” Holden says, tugging on Bill’s hand. “Come on.”

“Come where?”

“Come on. Dance with me.” Holden says, offering his most imploringly coy gaze.

“Oh, no.” Bill says, shaking his head. “I think I’ve fulfilled enough romantic duties for tonight.”

“Duties? You seemed pretty pleased with yourself.”

“Yeah, well. You said you weren’t a romantic either.”

“Maybe I lied a little.” Holden says, giving Bill’s hand another firm tug. “Please?”

Bill gives a labored sigh, but quickly sets aside his cigarette and climbs to his feet.

“Here.” Holden says, guiding Bill’s left hand to his hip and catching the right hand in his own grasp. “I’ll lead.”

“Holden, I know how to dance.” Bill says, flipping their hands over so that his is on top.

“Do you?”

“Yeah, it’s just been awhile.”

Holden purses his mouth shut as Bill’s palm flattens against his lower back, drawing him so close that their mouths nearly collide. A chuckle rises up in his belly, the last of his misgivings melting away beneath the duress of Bill’s embrace and half a bottle of a wine simmering in his veins. It feels too good to resist now that he’s wrapped up in Bill’s arms, their bodies swaying against one another while Sinatra croons a saccharine, lovesick melody.

They’re quiet through the first verse as they rock back and forth, turning in a slow circle in the middle of the living room carpet. Holden wraps his arm tighter around Bill’s shoulders, and lowers his head to the warm cradle of Bill’s neck.

“I have a confession.” He whispers as the song swells into the chorus.

“Hmm?”

“I thought about calling you this morning before you called me.” Holden whispers, lifting his head from Bill’s neck to cast him a sheepish smile. “But I didn’t want to seem clingy.”

“Clingy?” Bill echoes. “Why would you seem clingy?”

“Well, we see each other every day at work, and we were just together all weekend the other week. I just thought-”

“That I didn’t miss you?”

Holden pauses, his throat knotting again. “Well, um … yes.”

“I missed you a lot when you were in New Hampshire.” Bill says, leaning in to kiss Holden’s lower lip softly. “I do every time we have to go out of town for work.”

Holden leans into the kiss, but Bill’s mouth only strokes softly for a few moments before he pulls back, his forehead nudging against Holden’s.

“Can I be completely honest with you right now?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Good.” Bill says, his hand squeezing against Holden’s lower back. “Because I don’t want to waste anymore time. I’ve wasted years, you know. Years I can’t get back.”

Holden frowns, feeling his chest begin to quiver. “Years?”

“Yes. Years without this - without you.” Bill says, glancing away with a coarse scoff as the words choke in his throat. “Fuck. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Holden murmurs, leaning closer.

They’ve stopped dancing, but their hands are still clasped in mid-air. Holden doesn’t feel like letting go of Bill’s hand.

“I don’t know.” Bill says, “I guess I thought this would be easier if I persuaded you with dinner and flowers and wine.”

“Persuaded me?” Holden echoes.

“Yeah.” Bill says, shifting a misty gaze back to Holden. He draws in a slow breath. “But you’re going to make me say out loud, aren’t you?”

Holden swallows hard. There’s a buzzing in his ears that doesn’t quite feel like panic. His belly is surging, flipping. They’re rushing towards a precipice that they can’t turn back from. He’s carving out pieces of himself and handing them over. Willingly. They both are.

“Look,” Bill says, lowering his head again, “I know it’s hard for both of us to say how we feel, but I can’t keep pretending that this is some kind of phase or fling or- … It means more than that to me, and you were talking about ten years from now so I know you do too.”

Holden adjusts his grasp on Bill’s hand. Both of them are sweaty with nerves, but he doesn’t want to let go.

Bill lifts his head. His eyes are clear, resolute. There’s a pause, not the quiet before a destructive storm but the anticipation before a deliverance of rain.

“I love you.” Bill says, quietly.

Holden draws in a hitched breath, and tears instantly sting his eyes. Overwhelmed, he buries his face in Bill’s neck, and wraps both arms around his shoulders. Sinatra’s serenade swells below the surge of his heartbeat, the broken, lonely pieces of himself coming back together again.

Bill holds him close until he can breathe again, until he can look up and look into Bill’s eyes without crumbling entirely.

“I love you, too.” Holden chokes out, a tear streaking down his cheek in the same moment that he begins to laugh for joy.

“You do?” Bill asks, a hopeful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Yes.” Holden nods, pressing a series of affirming kisses to Bill’s mouth, mumbling the response again and again into the narrow space between their mouths.

Bill’s hand strokes away the last of his tears before it takes up Holden’s hand into the dancing position again. As they begin to sway once more, Holden nestles his cheek against Bill’s shoulder. His mind goes quiet, not for the first time, but for the first time in a very long time, in so long that he’d almost forgotten what this kind of contentment feels like. Relief rushes through him, a nebulous epiphany of bliss. In this moment, he can see every second of the future, the two of them together just like this. Nothing lasts forever, but some things are infinite.

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i-would-rather-be-queen · 7 years

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