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Love Language

Love Language

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Summary: Your boyfriend obviously loves you, but his silence has you questioning if he *wants* you. If you could only get past your damn insecurities maybe you could appreciate what you have.  SMUT/ANGST/FLUFF

Pairings: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: it’s fucking explicit. 21+

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral (both receiving), butt stuff (male receiving, its mild ass play during a blowjob don’t freak out), sex toys, angsty dumbass reader, sweet sweet patient saint of a man Yoongi 

Word count: 5,325

A/N: i’m sorry that nothing i write will ever be as good as Sorry, bae. Enjoy this mess anyway. ILY. 

He’s quiet. He’s always quiet. You’re a mess beneath him, all heavy panting and desperate pleas. He asks no questions, offers no endearments, the only sound he makes is his labored breath. You can barely tell when he cums. You have to watch him closely, try to catch that tick in his jaw before it happens. The only other tell is when his release starts dripping down your ass or if he goes soft. He doesn’t talk you through it, doesn’t tell you how good it feels. He’s quiet. This time is no different. You really should be used to it by now, but some small part of you sees it as failure. You wonder if he’s really enjoying himself more and more lately. He fucks you so good you can’t control the litany of filth spilling from your mouth, and somehow he remains stoic. His silence makes you feel self conscious. You tell yourself you’re not going to moan this time every time he sinks into your core. You never make it more than a few thrusts before you’re singing his praises. Doesn’t it feel that good for him?

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7 months ago

dreams | myg (m)

Dreams | Myg (m)
Dreams | Myg (m)
Dreams | Myg (m)

part of aaagustd’s prompt dump event

for: anon ╰┈➤ request: “Yoongi + arranged marriage (If you could do of pining for Yoongi I would double love you) I LOVE ME A ARRANGED MARRIAGE AU”

Dreams | Myg (m)

title: dreams pairing: min yoongi x (f)reader genre/rating: arranged marriage, smut but no smut, pining; 18+ summary: yoongi could have never guessed that you'd be the girl of his dreams. warnings: pining, whipped!yoongi, wet dreams, implied smut, yoongi touching himself(aka his big d*ck), ruined org*sm wc: 0.5k release date: july 24th, 2024; 9:05pm est note: hi babes!! kicking this off with a little something. ngl, this used to be something but idk what it is anymore. i hope you enjoy it, anon. my apologies if there are any mistakes, my love. dividers by @cafekitsune

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Dreams | Myg (m)

“W-We’re going to be late.”

You can barely get your words out because every thrust leaves you gasping for air. Your hands grip the railing while you lean over it. The sound of one of your diamond earrings hitting the marble floor goes unheard due to the obscene noises traveling through the mansion.

“That’s cool,” he grunts. “I don’t wanna go anyway.”

When Yoongi saw you in that little black dress, he knew that his plans were canceled. He’s going to need the entire night to appreciate this look. He couldn’t even muster up the patience to drag you to bed. How the hell was he supposed to behave for a three hour long event?

“Shit, I’m coming…!”

This is music to his ears. Though he has more plans for you tonight, right now he’s only trying to release all the pressure threatening to squirt out of him at any given second. 

You’ve been teasing him all day, testing his patience. He can’t hold on anymore. He feels like he might explode.

“Fuck, baby. Me too—”

Dreams | Myg (m)

03:43 am

Not again.

Restless nights have become the norm for Yoongi. Since you moved in, a good night for him is any time he can get a solid five hours. 

Tonight is no different. As soon as he drifts off to sleep, he’s haunted by the sweetest dreams he’s ever had.

His instinct is to savor every moment he can be near you so intimately, but he reminds himself that fantasizing about you in that way is stepping into dangerous territories. 

Just because you’re his wife, doesn’t mean you’re his lover—or that you’ll ever be.

Yoongi doesn’t understand how this happened. He was just as resentful of this marriage as you were, but at some point, it all changed. How did you manage to capture his heart when the two of you barely speak?

Shoving the covers away from his body does little to cool him down. The images from his feverish dream still plague his mind.

He bites his lip, pushing those out of his imagination. It’s wrong to think like that.

His heart hurts a little whenever he sees your demeanor change as you walk through the front door. It’s like you’re leaving your real life behind as you’re returning to hell. 

That’s why he tries so hard to make this easier. 

Sleeping in a separate room, staying out late, only speaking when necessary—he knows how to stay out of the way. Although sometimes he can’t help but wonder… Do you ever get lonely?

He sure as hell does.

Every day women throw themselves at him, expecting him to entertain their promiscuity. But he never does. 

He could, and no one would say a word. However, even if he did desire someone else, he could never embarrass you.

Before that happens, he’ll slide down his boxers and relieve himself alone, biting into his pillow so you don’t hear him crying out your name through the walls.

If he’s lucky, he’ll pass out after, and be out of his misery. 

Hopefully.

Yoongi rolls over and lies on his back, staring at the ceiling as his hand slowly strokes over his skin. The dream he just escaped from starts replaying in his mind, picking up where it ceased. He’s already feeling a tingling sensation coursing through his body. 

That’s it. He’s already worked up. Now, he’s ready to—

Did he just hear someone knock?


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9 months ago

Dating Yoongi headcanons

Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: swearing, lil suggestive, not proofread.

A/N: Alright, if we're gonna do this series, then it's time we talk about my ult. The man, the myth, the meow meow(I'm sorry Yoongi)

(Also, I'm already planning a pt.2 for this series that's more on the crack side, so if anyone wants to send me headcanons for the members to possibly be included in future lists?)

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Dating Yoongi is comfortable.

So soft for you, I can't even begin. Like, I don't understand how people ever think he's cold, he is the epitome of soft boi.

Blushes when you complement or brag on him.

Turns into a scrunched up, spluttering mess if you call him cute(we love our tsundere).

Very cautious at first with his feelings, but once he feels comfortable enough to open up, he's very straight forward.

To call it dating is a bit generous though. Like, y'all immediately go from 'kinda dating' to 'married-but-not-married'.

Tells you he loves you for the first time in one of those long ass, 3am texts like he sends to the members.

Random,(half-)joking proposals(Marry me, Yoongi uno reverse card!)

"What kind of ramen do you want?" "Marry me." "Both it is."

So many songs about you, but you will not know until they're released(or he makes them into a playlist/mixtape for your birthday or anniversary)

Actually really hesitant about letting you in his studio(sorry fellow writers). He just prefers to have a level of separation between his work and you.

Dates are usually pretty chill(except for special occasions or when he wants to flex and rents out a whole fucking skating rink for y'all or smth)

Another who lives for domestic activities with you, like cooking together or even just grocery shopping. Idk, he just likes getting to be with you.

Probably would love going camping with you in one of those little camper vans.

Likes to teach you things?

I mean, he won't want to be your full time teacher, but if you show an interest in smth like piano or producing, he'll get a kick out of teaching you the basics.(let him teach you about basketball, he'll lose his gd mind)

Not big on nicknames(big shock🙄). Like, you have a perfectly good name, why not just fucking use it? Also calls you 'Jagi', but that's if he's feeling particularly soft or needy.

Acts of service King.

Have you eaten? He's making food. Are you cold? Makes you take his jacket. His top priority is making sure you're taken care of.

Gets lowkey jealous of Holly getting too much of your attention. "Yah, are you dating me or my dog?!"

Sass and bickering are basically a second language for you two.

Subtle about pda. If he's not holding your hand, he has to have one resting on your back.

SOMEONE HOLD HIS FUCKING HAND FOR THE LOVE OF-(sorry, I'm calm)

Not always vocal about wanting physical affection, but when he is, he's lowkey dramatic.

*laying on the couch*"If you don't kiss me, I'm gonna die." *kiss* "Better?" "Hmm, still in critical condition. Keep going."

Another who gets more than a little enjoyment in winding you up into a flustered mess, and is smug about it(again, shocking no one, I'm sure)

Slow, lingering kisses as he holds onto you like you're the most precious thing in the world.

Gets really quiet if you fight(and sulks), but is usually the first to apologize because he absolutely cannot stand y'all being mad at each other.

Holds you to go to sleep.

"Marry me." "M'kay."

Okay, that's enough delulu for right now, Imma go cry.


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11 months ago

just saw your post and i’m excited. can you please write a taehyung x reader one. pseudo incest and dubcon and manipulation <3

lmao I'm so sorry everyone

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!siblings au

warnings: intoxication, dub con, soft manipulation + corruption, pseudo incest, praise, degradation (only a little), creampie, tae is basically an angel (with horns)

Just Saw Your Post And Im Excited. Can You Please Write A Taehyung X Reader One. Pseudo Incest And Dubcon

"Easy there, baby."

You breathed in and out slowly, leaning on Taehyung while he sat you on the edge of the bathtub. He crouched down in front of you, searching your glassy, unfocused eyes with concern.

"How much did you have to drink?"

A few seconds passed. His expression darkened into disapproval as he watched you struggle to remember the answer to his question.

"A- a bit too much," you concluded at last.

"I knew I shouldn't have let you go to that party."

"Taehyung, stop," you protested weakly. "You're not my father."

He narrowed his eyes.

"Then how about I go and get your father? I'm sure he'll be delighted to know that while he's working his ass off to get his daughter through college, she's busy sneaking out and drinking."

"That's not true," you whispered, but you were starting to feel queasy and it had nothing to do with the alcohol in your system.

"So I can tell him, then?" Taehyung asked. The tone of his voice was innocent, but there was a wicked gleam in his eyes, like toying with you brought him some sick sense of satisfaction.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, capable of doing nothing more than shaking your head in answer.

Taehyung sighed. He reached out to stroke your hair, running his fingers through the soft strands.

"I just worry about you. I want what's best for you. You know that, right?"

He pressed a kiss into your cheek when you nodded and straightened up, proceeding to unbutton his black shirt. Your heart flipped in your chest. All of a sudden the spell broke, and you found the ability to voice your thoughts again.

"What are you doing?"

He slipped the silky material off his toned shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

"You need to wash up, baby," he said simply, leaning down to wrap an arm around you. "Here, let me help you."

Confusion made you feel so small next to him. You didn't protest when he lifted you up. But when his fingers grazed your thighs and he began lifting the hem of your dress, you squirmed, placing your hands on his chest.

"I can do it myself, Tae."

You tried to push him off you, though it was clear you were in no state to fight him. He arched an elegant brow.

"You can barely stand right now."

You shook your head, clumsily trying to stop his hands from reaching your dress again.

"Stop, you shouldn't-"

"I shouldn't what?" Taehyung questioned. His dark eyes burned into yours, his hands giving your thighs a squeeze, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "I just want to take care of you, baby," he said, his voice so soothing it was almost hypnotic. "Isn't that what brothers do? Take care of their little sisters?"

You didn't understand why, but you froze. It might have been the tenderness in his voice, or the way his touch spread a wave of heat through your core. Either way, this time when he lifted your dress, you didn't try to stop him, and he rewarded your compliance with a kiss to your neck. It made your knees buckle.

He wrapped an arm around your waist again and pulled you close.

"Good girl."

You let him unclasp your bra. It joined his shirt on the floor, leaving your chest bare and vulnerable to the hunger in his eyes. At the very back of your mind, even with the liquor buzzing through you, you knew he should have looked away. But he stared openly as he pulled down your underwear, drinking in every new inch of uncovered skin like it was his holy grail.

You had no choice but to let him lead you into the shower. He was right; your knees felt too weak to hold up the weight of your own body, although you weren't quite sure if that could be blamed on the alcohol alone. The pressure of the water streaming down your skin was a pleasant rush. You closed your eyes, letting it wash over you. It was easier to bear the touch of Taehyung's hands in complete darkness. Like you could hide away from the mortification that came with getting wet as he held you against him. You couldn't help it; you were pressed together too intimately in the rising steam of the shower. His jeans did little to hide the hard on you could feel pressing into your lower back.

His breathing grew shallow by your ear as he poured soap onto your shoulders. He massaged it into your arms with great care, moving towards your neck softly.

"Good girl," he whispered again, wrapping his fingers around the column of your throat. He stroked it a few times, applying light pressure. The sensation made your pussy throb with an intense heat. It felt like he was rewarding you for being compliant in something so deviant; thanking you for letting him take advantage of you, so sweetly, fine hands wrapping around your breasts to touch them and knead them.

"Taehyung," you moaned, "I don't think-"

"You don't need to think," he tsked, biting on your earlobe. You shivered. "Just let me take care of you, yeah?"

His hand began a slow descent down your stomach. You clenched your thighs, a gush of wetness flowing down the flushed skin. He parted your swollen lips and found your clit, rubbing into it immediately with the pad of his finger.

You flinched in response to the touch, but Taehyung tightened his arm around you, trying not to groan at how wet you were for him.

"I'm just making sure you're clean, baby," he murmured hotly against your skin. Your hips buckled, the speed of his fingers increasing as he continued to rub you, relishing in the soft whines that were leaving your throat.

"Such a good girl," he praised, his voice low and raspy. "Take it just like that. Feels good, doesn't it?"

You tried to protest, shaking your head weakly, but your pussy dripped under his sinful ministrations, your spine tingling as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"Almost done, baby," Taehyung reassured. "Almost done. Gotta make sure you're all nice and clean."

Your knees knocked against each other when your thighs shuddered, the tension in your stomach snapping and making you gush. He finally let himself groan into your ear, watching your pussy tremble under his fingers intently.

"Good girl."

He kissed your shoulders, then turned to grab some shampoo, taking his time to wash your hair. The feeling of his fingertips on your scalp could have lulled you to sleep, especially after he's just made you come. You sighed, all previous tension in your body gone, replaced by the warmth of his touch. It reminded you of your childhood, when he would wipe your tears away and kiss your skinned knees. With the way he was acting, you would have wondered if everything that happened moments ago was nothing more than a screwed up dream; but the pulsing in between your thighs was a real enough reminder. He must have sank all the way into your bones, because you could feel him everywhere, your skin tight with the heat he consumed you with.

He led you out of the shower and dried you first, not paying attention to his wet hair or jeans. He probably didn't even realize how good he looked, down on one knee, muscles on display as he rubbed your calf gently with a soft towel. For the first time in your life you found yourself admitting to wishing that his mum had never met your father, for the simple, selfish reason of being able to feel freely now, without guilt or doubt lurking in your ribs.

Taehyung didn't have such an issue. It didn't bother him in the slightest what title or whose surname you carried. What did it matter? You were happy being close to each other, and he made sure to keep an eye on anyone that had anything to say about it. No person, law or god was going to get in the way of this for him. Whether he had to get rid of a random stranger, your best friend, or take you far away from your parents never to be seen again. He's loved you for as long as he could remember.

You let him dress you and put you to bed, like a little girl. The strangest thing was that it didn't feel out of place at all. And when he left your side to turn off the light, you couldn't stand the aching longing that drummed in your chest. You fell apart under his touch like a house of cards; and now when his hands weren't on you something felt missing. You wondered when he managed to sneak this deep into your heart.

You knew he would probably be coming into bed with you. It wouldn't be the first time for that, but it certainly was for how he crawled underneath the covers right on top of you, settling himself in between your thighs. Now clad in just a white, cotton shirt and briefs, his hair already dry, he looked so soft. You didn't get to admire it, though, because your stomach was dropping rapidly, your breath caught in your throat. You could feel him resting against your core; thick, heavy and rock hard.

You were so damn cute to think that the night was over.

Your hands reached to steady themselves over his shoulders. You pushed at them, all to no avail. Might as well have been pushing a boulder. Unmovable.

"Taehyung-"

He shushed you, covering you both up with the sheets, like that made what was going on underneath all okay. A burst of warmth flooded through your system when he pressed his lips to yours, July fireworks exploding behind your eyelids.

"Don't you trust me, baby?" He whispered. "I took care of you, didn't I?"

The experimental thrust that followed was deliciously sinful. His bulge rubbing up against you made your stomach jolt.

"You'll take care of me too, won't you?"

"Taehyung-"

He grabbed your jaw and kissed you again. This time his tongue invaded your mouth to taste you. He moaned into the kiss, like he just got something he's been waiting for longer than you could have imagined.

You melted under him, and as soon as you did his hips started rutting into you, his clothed cock twitching against your cunt. You mewled, the heat in your body becoming too overbearing when he pulled away to slide his briefs down in a hurry.

"Wait, wait!" You cried. Might as well have been talking to a boulder. He couldn't hear you at all.

He hooked a finger into your panties and pulled them down your thighs, wasting no time in chasing the long awaited skin to skin contact. His eyes were stuck on your pink, glistening cunt as he palmed his cock. You placed your hand on your chest, willing to calm the erratic pounding of your heart. He was so pretty, but so thick.

With a hiss, he placed his shaft against your bare, swollen lips, sticky with arousal.

"You're so fucking tiny," he gritted. His cock jumped at the observation, his mouth finding its way back to your neck. You whimpered, your fingers curling around his biceps, like you still wanted to push him away despite how much you ached for his touch. This was so wrong in so many ways.

"Baby," he pleaded raspily, sucking a pretty bruise into your neck, a mess of teeth and tongue. "Let me put it in, yeah? Just the tip, I promise. Just the tip."

The constant pulsing in your core increased in intensity, arousal flowing out of you and covering Taehyung's cock all over. You could feel him twitch in response. He wrapped his fingers around it, pushing it against your clenching hole. The pressure felt divine.

"I just want to feel you, I promise."

He was breathless, his brows furrowed in concentration. He slid a few inches forward, the heat of your cunt enveloping the flushed, leaking tip snugly.  He groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder. Despite the fact that he continued to hump you, he never dared to slide in deeper, teasing you with a taste of pleasure that had your eyes rolling back.

"Mm, doesn't that feel good, baby?" He inquired. "Imagine how good it would feel if I slid all the way in. You'd be so full."

You moaned into his neck, shaking your head but spreading your thighs wide open, making him gasp above you.

"Good girl. I'll just - fuck," he swore, pushing himself deeper into you. Your cunt throbbed, struggling to accommodate him as he sank all the way in. The stretch was uncomfortable, but at the same time so good you were on the verge of trembling.

Taehyung bottomed out with his entire body tensing up, not giving you much time to prepare before he snapped his hips back and slowly started fucking himself into you. His strokes were soft, like those of a lover. So soft they didn't match the dirtiness of his actions.

"Not... Not fucking you, baby," he stuttered, his lips parting open in pleasure. "Just- just need some relief. I'm not gonna come," he groaned. "Fuck, yeah," the words were coming out hot and breathy, bumping against each other on his suddenly clumsy tongue. "F-fuck, I promise, baby. I won't come."

You whined, your head almost hitting the headboard as his thrusts sped up, rocking you deep into the mattress. You had given up in your attempts to stop him, only one thing stuck on your mind besides the pleasure shooting through you.

"Don't- don't come inside," you stammered, arching your back to let him hit you deeper. But combined with the request that only made Taehyung groan again. He leaned his forehead on yours, entwining your fingers. With his free hand he held on to your hips, keeping you firmly in place.

"I know you want me to fill you up," he whispered in between rushed, shallow breaths. "Gonna make you all mine, angel. And you'll take it all."

You tensed around him, unable to deny the rush his words sent through you, making your pussy flutter around his cock in excitement.

"Oh f-fuck," he grunted, pounding into you harder. His balls were tightening, so ready to release years of pent up tension all down your tiny pussy, but he needed to hold on just a little longer. Just until you creamed all over him first.

"Come for me," he breathed out unsteadily, his hand slipping in between your bodies so he could start rubbing your clit again. "Be a good, little fuck toy. I know you want to."

He muffled your cries with a messy kiss, the thumping of the headboard against the wall growing frantic as you tightened around his cock. From the moment he sank inside you, he knew; nothing could ever compare to the wet, heavenly heat of your cunt, gushing and spent, all because of him. He followed you into oblivion with a deep, drawn out groan let out into your mouth. Releasing inside you felt even better; his cock twitching and making a mess as he fucked his cum deep into you. He made sure to engrave himself into your body like he has spent years engraving himself into your soul.

He slipped out of you with a wince, sensitive but missing your warmth so much already. His chest heaved, hot breath washing over your face as he examined it.

"Good?" He asked.

You were so starry eyed, your cheeks flushed, but only an affirmative, incoherent mumble left your lips. Taehyung smiled, humming, pressing sweet kisses into your sweaty face.

"You're all mine now."

You sighed, your eyes shutting. You were already floating somewhere in between reality and dreams. It felt like he had hold on both dimensions, seeping into every corner your existence had even so much as ghosted with its presence.

You felt him cuddle up to you, wrapping both arms around your waist. You never felt as secure as you did when Taehyung held you; and if he got up and left after what just happened, you didn't think you could bear it. It was too late to feel guilty; you had fallen right into his trap some time ago, so steadily and slowly you didn't even notice. There was no denying these facts now, or the call of his heart to yours. A full moon that awakened all of his senses and gave him purpose, the only thing that has ever blessed his unholy soul.

In the morning he'd kiss your shame and worries away until you'd cry and beg him to fuck you again. He'd start taking you out on secret dates, making plans to pull you closer, step by step, until you were addicted to his mere presence. Just like he was to yours. Why still live with your parents, baby? Just move in with me. Don't you want more freedom? I'll take care of everything.

And you trusted him to do so. In the end, Taehyung always wanted what was best for you. And who'd know better than an older brother?


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9 months ago

Bad Decisions

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ღ pairing: tech support!Yoongi x f. reader

ღ genre: friends to lovers, fluff, smut [18+]

ღ summary: Jimin is desperate to get his apartment back to himself. He’ll move hell and earth, and even drop to his knees to beg you to take his brother, Yoongi, out of his hands. Who are you to say no to that pretty face and sinister grin?  

ღ part of the room for rent collab

ღ wc: 14.3k

ღ warnings: jokes about a foot fetish, reader helped jimin wax, alcohol use/mention, mention of matching tattoos, matching swimsuits, jealousy, mention of medication that causes sun sensitivity (?),  marking (hickeys, biting), hair pulling, mention of choking/breath play, fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (f. giving and receiving), spanking, mention of masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie  

ღ date: January 27, 2023

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7 months ago

Soft

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Your first morning with Yoongi reminds you of just how soft he is.

Warnings: Suggestive, not proofread

A/N: This is nothing but tooth-rotting fluff, I don't even know where I was going with this, but it is what it is. And yes, I'm daydreaming about foggy October mornings in the middle of July, it's my escapism, leave me alone.

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It was one of those quiet, early mornings when everything was still except for the occasional faded leaf drifting lazily past as you stared out the kitchen window, waiting for coffee to brew.

You didn't realize you weren't alone anymore until you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your middle, making you smile instantly as Yoongi pressed his face into your shoulder.

"Morning." He said, voice gravely from sleep.

"Morning, you're warm." You hummed contentedly.

"You're cold." He said as his hands found yours, fingers already chilled by the morning air.

"Come back to bed." He breathed against your neck, pressing a sleepy kiss to your skin as he spoke, lips lingering longer than usual.

"I didn't realize you were so needy in the mornings." You mused.

"Is that a problem?" He asked.

"Nope, I could stay right here quite happily all day." You said, leaning back against him to further your point, making him chuckle.

"That can be arranged." He hummed, digging his fingers into your sides a bit to make you squirm.

It was moments like this with him when you couldn't fathom how some people had the view that Yoongi was a cold or indifferent person, when in reality, nothing could be further from the truth.

When you had first started dating, there had definitely been a level of shyness that almost bordered on standoffish, but you had quickly come to understand that it came from a place caution due to his past, but you'd been more than willing to work through it and wait patiently as he let down those walls one by one.

You remember the first time he invited you to his studio, watching him work, mouth drawn into a pout of concentration as his finger flew across the keyboard.

"You're staring." He said, shooting a side-long glance at you.

"So?" You asked. "You're pretty."

He didn't respond, choosing to keep his eyes on the screen in front of him, but you didn't miss the faint dusting of pink that crept across his face, making you grow more confident, leaning over and planting a kiss on his cheek, making him splutter out a surprised laugh.

"What was that for?" He asked, flustered.

"Nothing, I just wanted to." You shrugged, turning back to your phone leaving him staring at you, bemused.

Little moments had built up over the course of a few weeks, fleeting touches and pecks here and there, with his moves always seeming to be slightly wary, as if you'd run away if he wasn't careful, though you had absolutely no intentions of going anywhere.

The breaking point had finally come last night as you'd sat together as he voiced his frustrations about a current project he was struggling to finish.

"What do you usually do when you can't write?" He'd asked you.

"Drink." You chuckled, gesturing to the glass in your hand, making him snort. "Think about you."

"Noo!" His face scrunched up, making you laugh.

When you quieted though, you noticed his eyes lingering on you. You don't know what it was exactly that you said or did, but as he stared at you, you could see the final wall crumble as he suddenly leaned in to claim your lips.

At first, it was so soft and sweet, you could've cried from the way he held you, like you were made of glass, but when you deepened it, winding a hand into the hair at the nape of his neck, you'd felt a tiny shiver ripple through him as he sucked in a shaky breath before caving entirely, pushing you back against the cushions as he chased after your lips.

"What?" You asked, looking up at him confusion.

Now, as you finally convinced him to venture out for a very late breakfast, you could see the subtle differences in his movements with and around you.

As the two of you walked along, he suddenly grabbed for your wrist, pulling you to a stop.

He just shook his head before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was still more than enough to leave you dazed by the time he pulled away.

"What was that for?" You asked.

He shrugged. "Just wanted to." He said with a smirk before continuing down the road, still holding your hand, you biting back a grin as you trailed after him.


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