Song inspiration: Bad Things // Machine Gun Kelly, Camilla Cabello
A/n: I don’t know I was in some Bobby feels and in general I’ve been listening to this song a lot and I just felt like I needed to write something based off of it and the first person who came to mind was also Bobby soooo yeah now I’m here lol. I highly recommend listening to the song while reading this but anyways I hope you guys like how this turned out! Hope you all have a great day/night, remember to smile, and much love ♥♥♥
Also please know this is exaggerated for the sake of song lyrics, I’m well aware that you’re probably not going to be left with tons and tons scars from sexy time but just roll with it yeah?
P.s: I take no credit for the gif! Credit is also given beneath the gif: hanbinlq
With the sun barely rising, your eyes fluttered open, the beauty of it pulling you out of your dreams as it slowly painting the walls around you with warmest oranges, peaches and golds. An intricate mural of warm colors decorated each wall of your bedroom, none painted like the other, each was original, different.
Your boyfriend was lying next to you fast asleep, the tangle of sheets loose around his hips, leaving you with his back to admire. His bare back seemed to glow beneath the golden rays of sun that were bleeding through the curtains, making him even more of a work of art than he already was. Sometimes it felt like you could just admire him forever, he was beautiful.
His wavy hair stuck out in all directions across his pillow, decorating it in lots of cute little dark swirls. All you wanted to do in that moment was run your fingers through those dark locks of his, pulling him impossibly close to you and kissing him until you took his breath away like he had done to you just the night before.
You turned over onto your side, pulling the cool sheets up to your chest, so your body was facing his back. Your fingers instantly reached out and lightly traced the tattoo in the middle of it, following the thick black lines that made it up. After completing the image, you trailed off to trace all the other light pink crescents and scratches you had left across his shoulders and back, a masterpiece of your own making. You traced over all of them, never lifting your finger as if you were connecting dots like little stars that made up constellations across the canvas of his back.
“I want you forever
Even when we're not together
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever”
“Good morning y/n”, you flinched, taken by surprise by the sudden sound of his morning voice so low and so good making goosebumps spread across your skin.
“Sorry, I thought you were still asleep”, you said quietly against his back as you wrapped and arm around his bare torso, the tips of your fingers lightly grazing over the muscles of his stomach.
“I like them you know?”, his low voice filled the quiet room, somehow filling it with more warmth than the sun was already providing the both of you with.
You placed a soft kiss to the middle of his back, your fingers still tracing over the many contours of his torso, as if you were trying to memorize the entirety of him by nothing more than touch, “You do?...but then that means you can’t take your shirt off anymore during shows...or really ever in public unless you have makeup put on”.
He took a deep breath and laced his fingers with yours, stopping them from roaming and exploring his body any further than you already were because god knows what you to do him and how you make him feel, and god also knows it was too damn early to be a sinner.
He brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to it and speaking softly, “It’s beyond worth it y/n, all of it”.
You smiled at his words and began to leave a trail of lots of little kisses up his spine until you were slowly kissing the the various scars you had left across his shoulders, “Oh really, and why is that?”
Letting go of your hand he rolled over so he was facing you, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and soft against your skin making you feel at home, loved. He looked beautiful under the gold sunlight passing through the curtains, his dark molasses eyes just as warm as his voice. Everything about him was home to you.
He propped himself up on an elbow, resting his head in one hand while the other traced a trail from scar to scar, new and old, starting just below your belly button. Overnight, purple spots like little flowers had bloomed and blossomed all over your torso, chest and neck accompanied by little crescent moons on your hips, his own masterpiece on the canvas that was your body.
“Because that means you’re forever a part of me y/n. I can think of you and look at you whenever I’m missing you and I’m forever a part of you so whenever you miss me you can look at me too”, he ran a thumb across a purple bruise that stained your collar bone, “they’re like tattoos”.
His eyes, full of love for you, made you melt in that moment, you were completely his and he was completely yours.
Finally giving into temptation, you sat up and sank your fingers into his hair pulling him closer and closer as your lips molded to his just how his hands always found the perfect spots on your hips whenever you straddled him, almost as if you really were made for each other, a perfect fit.
You moved away from his lips, leaving him breathless just like you wanted. His breathing was hot and uneven on your neck, holding on to you for support as you left a trail of kisses along his jawline all the way to his ear, finally whispering, “Give me all the tattoos you want, I never want to feel like you’re gone”.
“I want you forever
Even when we're not together
Scars on my body I can look at you whenever”
He took a deep breath, somehow pulling you closer to him, his lips barely grazing your throat, knowing he was driving you crazy with each second he waited to speak and give you what you wanted.
You held onto him as he teased you, your hands all over his shoulders and chest looking for support as he drove you mad until he finally spoke against your throat, his chest vibrating beneath your fingertips, “Gladly”.
Christmas is near and I'm gonna go play Dungeons and Dragons for two days straight lol Requesting a Gender neutral prompt (7. PULLING YOU IN FOR A KISS WITH A SCARF) with fromis_9's Jiwon lol thx! You're really good at writing! lol
Holiday Prompts
7. PULLING YOU IN FOR A KISS WITH A SCARF
Idol: Jiwon (fromis_9)
Admin Kiwi
A/N: I hope you enjoyed your D&D sessions! That sounds like a fun way to spend the holiday for sure. I haven’t played in so long-. Sorry for taking so long with this one but I hope you enjoy!
Winter dates were some of Jiwon’s favorite things. She loved cuddling up near a fireplace, visiting cozy cafes, and looking at all of the holiday displays. Especially when it came to doing them with you. The two of you had only been dating for a little while, and she liked to watch the flush that bloomed on your cheeks when she cuddled closer to you or held your hand in public.
Today, you were coming to pick her up for another date, this one to the mall to do some holiday shopping, and she was excited. Especially because today was the day that she was going to do something she had been wanting to do for a while.
She was going to kiss you.
Of course, she’d kissed you a few times before, but this time was going to be different. She wanted to see your face after she kissed you in public. Just at the thought, she grinned, giving her outfit one last look in the mirror before heading out. Today was going to be fun.
Shopping with you was so much fun that she almost forgot her plan. It was only when she was walking out, bags in one hand and your hand in the other, that she remembered what she’d been wanting to do. She glanced at you, listening to you talk about how much fun you’d had, and a smile slipped onto her lips. She really wanted to kiss you.
She slipped her hand out of yours and switched the bags into her now-open hand as you turned to look at her, confused.
“Jiwon? Is something wrong?” She grinned.
“Nothing is wrong. I just love you.” Your face bloomed red again, and she giggled, hand coming up to gently take hold of your scarf and pull you towards her. “Can I kiss you?” Her voice was a mischievous whisper, and although you looked flustered, you nodded.
So she leaned in the rest of the way and kissed you.
When she pulled away, you were red to the tips of your ears, and she laughed, reaching up to press one more peck to your lips. How were you so cute?
“Have I mentioned that I love you?” The two of you were stood in front of your car, and it was beginning to snow, but neither of you noticed the chill in the air.
“You said that, yes,” you said, and then bit your lip, eyes flitting away before coming back to settle in hers. “I love you too.” There was a smile tugging at your lips, and Jiwon grinned widely, her heart warm and content. Especially when you shyly leaned in again.
She was so going to kiss you in public more often.
Has this been a few months ago, the thought of creeping up on you would consist of him jumping out from behind the curtain and scaring you shitless. But this is now, this is the reality of missing you even nearly after 3 months of break up.
As Bobby stands, no, teetering on his tip toe behind the giant oak tree across the street from your small home, his brain curses at itself for allowing him to resort to being the neighborhood creeper. Yet his heart elates at the familiar curves and edges of the kind soul it once belong to, still belong too.
He thought his outfit had been inconspicuous enough when he opted for black jeans, blacks tshirt, giant black hoodie, and of course, black beanie to match for this mission. Now thinking about it, perhaps he should’ve just dressed up like a normal person taking a stroll down memory lane and not so much cliche criminal 101. What was he thinking, peeking out at an innocent young resident from behind a tree while looking like a goddamn cat burglar wouldn’t draw attention? Damn his overthinking self but his brain hasn’t quite been working properly since you left. So really, he should be thankful it hadn’t thought of something worse, like “accidentally” running into you.
But as expected, his eyes too busy relearning the familiarity and letting all the changes of your figure sinking in to care about what anyone think. It should be him, it should be him carrying all those heavy bags of grocery so your soft hands wouldn’t know the pain and chaffing of plastic bag overfilled with goods cutting into your smooth skin.
As painful as his bleeding heart, perhaps his lips, dry and cracked from just simply not having you near to nag him to hydrate and the constant gnawing they endured from withdrawal...The worst withdrawal of his short life thus far, much worst than the itch of cigarette and aching of alcohol. Bobby had been smugged, so haughty when you had confronted him of his less than healthy night lifestyle. If the relationship was to work, you needed someone that could be headstrong without wasting himself away on addictions. He had convinced you it would be no problem to go cold turkey.
Boy was he wrong, and nothing was as bad as enduring your gut wrenching sadden stare from across the club’s parking lot as he puffed out a swirling billow of white smoke, the expensive leather jacket, gift to him for your 1st anniversary soaked in the scent of cheap whiskey. He watched as you turned on your heels and walked away, silent and solemn, never once turn around nor glance back even with his shouts of desperation... not even when his sobering self sat in front of your small home for the rest of that night. He never again touch a cigarette, nor again did he drink himself stupid, till this day nearly 4 years later.
He couldn’t help but let the raw skin rolls under his teeth once again watching, forcing himself to stand still rather jumping out to help your struggling self. It’s unbearable having to watch you do the things that was once couple activities. His fists balled and knuckles white, crimson drops flowing from his lips at the internal battle of giving into his withdrawal and fighting the urges away.
So why was this withdrawal so much worse, worst of the worst? Well, simply put, because it’s you. The drug, his fix is the reason why he’s in this situation in the first place. After all, he wasn’t the one that called it, that’d said those skin piercing words “let’s stop seeing each other”. If it was up to him, he would’ve stay and you would still be by his side. It’s not as if he could just kiss you to still his raging heart or fuck you to calm the raging boners he had been getting at the most inappropriate time, all because you posted a new selfie. He respected you too much to barge into your life unannounced.
“Y/n, I miss you.” Bobby whispers, bated breaths silent with a clasp of his hand over his mouth as if you possess the superpower of hearing. “Baby, I miss you so much.” All he could do now is hope for you to turn around.
You can’t hear him... right?
Eyes widen, all the breaths suppressed by your beauty rush out all at once leaving behind a strange guttural groan in their wake. Immediately, as fast as a sluggish insomniac creeper could, his body thrown behind the tree once more as panic luring his body into its hold. No way you had heard him, not with the blaring traffic rushing by. If So why was it that you looked up, glancing about frantically as if you did.
Bobby could no longer move from the spot he stands frozen in nor could he hear anything else save from his drumming heart. His brain no longer pondering upon the possibility of the far future when enough time has passed for the hope of reconciliation to flourish. Rather, right now it’s working overtime to think of what to say, why was he being a stalker when you had asked for space so long ago, all the while alarms, bells, and foghorn are blaring in his mind.
Brave, or perhaps just curious, Bobby decided to peek back, to assess the situation before devising a plan of action. Much to the safety of his heart, you’re busy with your phone, fingers working quick and he wonders if you’ll bless him with another blissful night in heaven with his hand and lotion. Even masturbation had lost its fun when that’s all he could do and as creepy as it sound, your picture and the vivid memories of your breathless nights together are the only things still keeping his juice flowing. Sure it’s not nearly as good as you but that’s all he got.
What you provide him with instead of a new selfie exceeds any and all things in the realm of possibilities, beyond anything Bobby could ever dream of in his love sick mind. It wasn’t until the second ding of his phone that he realized he would make the worst criminal in history forgetting to turn off his ring tone. Yet... yet what on the screen might just made him the luckiest man in the world.
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“Mine: I miss you, Bobb.”
His body collapses, a smile he thought could no longer be found on his features broke out with all the vigor of a revived hope. His body too drunk in happiness to function but with whatever miracle this was, he could only hope you’ll text him back once the tremble in his fingers would allow him to reply.
