Genre: fluff, a little bit of smut, friends to lovers, drabble
Warnings: Taehyung shoves his head under your shirt, kissing, fondling, reader is shy
Word Count: 444
✄ Small drabble
✄ I’m yearning
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Is your friend still your friend if he playfully snuck his head underneath your shirt on a soft Saturday morning?
And should you say anything as you feel his nose softly leaves traces right underneath your bra?
Because even when with heated rosy cheeks you ask “What are you doing?” you’re not sure what you’re doing yourself. You would push him off, but are reminded that Taehyung jokingly demonstrated how to tie someone’s hands above their head with a belt 30 seconds ago. And even if it were not like that, would you bring yourself to push him off and act like nothing happened? The glowing pink light that embalms both of you in secrecy would say no.
This is just a small whisper between two who indulge in small games. Games such as trailing little kisses so shyly that even though his head is covered you can’t help but close your eyes and look away.
Why do you bite your lips? Are you scared that mouthing your feelings is going to make this real?
‘We should stop’ you say, knowing these words hold no meaning to the person who understands so much about you. Taehyung knows you would never give free rein to strong feelings. He doesn’t even bother asking why knowing how moral and strong willed your character was even when drunk. He’s also aware that you’ll thank him for not stopping. Not when he pulls the cotton cloth and kisses your chest so tenderly that it makes you dig yourself even more into the bean bag.
The silent room almost feels mocking when soft whimpers echo from right underneath your blouse. If you wanted to be stubborn, V wouldn’t lose another second and takes the lead. Finally, he ends victorious where after so much pleasure a loud moan escapes your lungs, but even so his satisfaction has not been achieved.
When your eyes meet his it feels like a solemn prayer.
Please…
Please understand what I never showed you and read my mind.
My heart aches with all of the feelings I can’t put into words.
I delay myself in vain and for what?
There is something in your throat that wants to get out and you won’t let it so your lip trembles and he knows exactly what that means.
He chuckles at the paradox in front of him, strong in character, but so frightened in showing emotion.
Your prayer is finally answered when soft lips attach themselves to yours. Your blood is alive with the choices you’ve made and you’ve never felt safer. For now, this little secret remains between him, you and the soft glow of the sunrise.
So I’m watching the BBC’s Merlin with mom and even though I know how it turns out I am anxiously awaiting the day Arthur and Gwen can be together. Plus I love the representation! (I’ve never seen a Gwenivere that looks like me and I will never accept any others) I’m longing for what they have. Also I had the profound realization that this is what my grandma feels when she watches “As The World Turns
I just had the thought: i need to reread ari & dante again and simultaneously realized how horrible of an idea that would be for the mood i’m in right now.