#bee's drabbles

[whyinheavensname]

6. kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning

You wake up from rays of sunlight tickling your nose, something soft brushing all over your skin. The next thing you notice are kisses getting placed over the curve of your shoulder, warm lips lingering right under your ear. 

You hum, hands searching for Choso’s body under the blankets, finding him close, skin sleep-warm and smooth, your fingers trailing along the length of his spine, teasing a huff of breath out of him, warm air ghosting over the shell of your ear. 

Choso’s lips leave your skin, leaving it tingling and slightly heated, your noses brushing when his head hits the pillow again. His honey-brown eyes are still hazy with sleep, roaming over your face, taking all of you in as if he wants to memorise this moment, as if he wants to imprint the image of you tangled up in his sheets, with purple bruises sucked into your skin, with the corners of your lips twitching, in his mind. 

It’s sweet, makes your heart beat faster and you slide your hand up his back, settling on his neck, pulling him closer until your lips meet in something gentle, something tender and warm. Choso hums into it, the rasp of his voice deep in the mornings, his arm slipping over your waist, wrapping around you. You’re touching from head to toe, legs tangled, your fingers slipping into his messy hair, blunt nails scratching over his scalp. 

There’s the flick of a tongue against your bottom lip and you let him in, the kiss now heated, a little more wild and leaving you breathless. You both slow down again, tongues sliding together lazily, the sun still warm where its light spills over the sheets. 

Choso’s cheeks are dusted pink when he leans back, a smile in his eyes, honey brown melting into something sweet. He presses another kiss against the corner of your mouth, on your cheek, lips ghosting over your skin and back to your neck, down over the curve of your shoulder, following the path he created only a few minutes ago.

Choso slips under the blanket, hands soft and brushing over all the right places, and you think that you love mornings like this, the slow and lazy ones, the ones that have your back arching and your toes curling into the sheets.

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[vernonsnostrils]

thinking of protective best friend woozi

i got you, dude. here's some just friends woozi and some more than just friends woozi :)

ProtectiveBestFriend!Woozi

Woozi, when you’d walk down the streets together, would always walk on the side closer to the street, just in case anything happened.

One time a bus got a little too close for his comfort as it pulled in to the stop, and he was fully prepared to jump in front of you and push you out of the way

The kind of best friend who walks with you all the way to your door or down to your car, but would never just let you leave his place while he sits there.

If you were hanging out really late at night, he drive you back

If he for some reason couldn’t he’d for sure call you a car, making sure it had the best ratings and getting a really good look at the driver before he closes the door behind you.

The kind of best friend to say “text me when you get home” but will sometimes be too busy to respond, but he always looks at it and smiles before getting back to work

Falling in love with ProtectiveBestFriend!Woozi

You’d spent the past two or three weekends on dates with men from Tinder, just trying to escape the Single Life and Woozi is not having it

He’d say stuff like “Are you sure you want to keep going on these dates?” and “I think these guys are duds, if they’re on a dating app, isn’t there a reason they can’t find girlfriends in real life?”

To which you’d rebut with “I’m on it too, Ji.”

And he’d say “You don’t count, you don’t belong on apps like that.”

Any time you’d sit down with him for a date debrief, he’d brush you off, saying he had to go work on music or was just too tired to talk

As you go quiet, he just stews in his own emotion

But one day, when you’re both hanging out in the studio together, you’re scrolling, and as he sits next to you, he watches you

Each time, he finds something wrong with the guy, and even if he’s really cute or seems really nice, he’s like

“No, that guy’s just looking for sex.” or “He looks flaky.”

Eventually, you get fed up with it, and you turn to him, the bitter taste of your words coating your mouth

“Jihoon, what is up with you?”

He avoids your gaze, knitting his brow, as if it’s not completely obvious to you

“These guys are the worst! You’ve been on all these dates, and for what? For them to ghost you?”

He turns to you, finally meeting your eyes

“You’re way too good for these guys. You deserve so much more than one-off dates with guys who never call you back.”

You roll your eyes into the back of your head, letting out a deep sigh

“And how is any of that your problem?”

He scoffs slightly, the corners of his mouth upturned at how ridiculous this situation is

“It always becomes my problem when these guys break your heart. Can you really not see it? I don’t want to just be the guy who picks up your broken pieces anymore.”

He sighs, running his fingers through his hair.

“I want to be the guy who gets to pick you up at seven o’clock sharp. I want to be the guy who never lets you pay for dinner.”

“I want to be the guy you fall in love with.”

[alandofhoneyedfruits]

“is it worth it,” your Attendant asks one day, never looking up from their cutting board.  the beet juice has left a thin film of crimson on their hands, has pooled on the wooden board in thick little ponds that will stain. for a moment, it looks like it is spilling out from their wrist, and something in you goes cold for the briefest breath.

“is what worth it,” you ask, but part of you already knows.  this Attendant is different, sometimes.  they have a particular tenderness to them but you - you only ever see it as if they are behind a thin sheet of frosted glass, the outline distorted at the edges, something just out of your reach.

“loving us,” they say.  the knife makes a heavy noise as they slice through a thick hunk of the beet.

they are steady in their task - their hand does not shake, their knife work still precise to the point of near perfection - but they cannot look at you.

you, though - you look at them, and the soft furrow of their brow, the tight line of their shoulders, and you know that you are seeing through the glass for the first time.  you look at this delicate, tender human that you know you will lose and think

it is more worth it then you will ever understand.

[whyinheavensname]

Finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for

The music is loud, bass vibrating over your skin, down into your bones, carving itself a home somewhere deep in your soul. The sky is dark, tinged in midnight blues, a few stars dotted here and there. Around you, the crowd is thick, sweat making naked arms sticky, everyone moving, shifting together like a well-oiled machine. 

Sukuna’s handsome under stroboscope lights, the sharpness of his jawline more prominent with shadows spilling over skin, the rippling of his muscles as smooth as water flowing through a riverbed. You can’t stop looking, your eyes focused on him for what feels like eons, your heart yearning, tendrils made of shadows protruding from your chest, wrapping around him, wanting to pull him closer. 

It doesn’t happen, something inside you making you pause every single time, that something that’s stopping you from reaching out for years now. The bass of the music cracks, goes deeper, faster, your heart racing in your chest. A breeze brushes over the crowd, grey-scale clouds floating high above, hiding stars. 

A raindrop hits your skin, another, and another, and you tilt your head in your neck, limbs still moving, shifting, dancing with your eyes closed. The crowd goes wild, hearts half-feral, warm hands coming to rest on your waist, holding you, smoothing over the curve of your hips. Warm lips ghost over the sensitive skin of your throat, a moan getting lost under the music. 

When you straighten your head, your gaze meets dark-red eyes, Sukuna’s fingers slipping under your shirt, sliding over sweat-slick skin. Your own arms wrap around his neck, foreheads touching, noses brushing, hot air shared in the small space between your lips. 

Bass vibrates, rain falls down in an endless downpour, cooling down your skin, soaking your shirt, your jeans. You’re still dancing, still a part of the machine. Stroboscope lights flicker, shimmer before they’re dead, the crowd now bathed in the darkness of an ocean, deep heavy beats the only anchor anyone can find. 

It’s the darkness that finally lets you bridge a gap that exists for eternity, Sukuna’s lips warm against your own. Your fingers slip into his hair, wet strands silky soft, and you deepen the kiss, tongues dancing in time with every beat of music, your soul, your heart, wishing and hoping that this’ll be a song that never ends. 

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[whyinheavensname]

Finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for / Sukuna

Pulling them in for a kiss while showering / Gojo

A kiss to wake your lover up in the morning / Choso

Sleepy, domestic morning kisses while you’re making breakfast / Sukuna

Sensual kisses down the length of their back / Choso

Kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning / Choso

I'm using this list for the prompts.