De-stress - K (Born) (Slight M)
(For eccentricshoujo15! I couldn’t write a full smut for this for one reason, and one reason only. I know someone who goes by the name K and it was hella awkward. She kept popping into my mind and it was weird!!! Sorry! ~JLS)
3 weeks. 3 fucking weeks of nothing but studying, stressing, and crying. Your classes had been laying some heavy exams on you and you hadn’t gotten a solid night of sleep since your shoulders had been laden with burden of exams. Today was your last day of exams and you were so happy that they were over; You’re sure K will be too.
K.
You’re sure that you really impressed whatever great being or beings exist in the universe for them to give you K. He was your angel, your strength, your happiness. You’re not sure what you did to deserve him, but it must have been something magnificent. Your attitude has been anything BUT cheery and loving the last three weeks, the constant stress and anxiety turning you into an absolute demon. Yet K just smiled, patted you on the head, and brought you tea when you got too stressed. You had blown him off so much the last three weeks that you would be completely understanding if you got home and he wasn’t there. These thoughts cause guilt to crawl it’s way up your spine and eat through your chest, taking over the hole left by your, now absent, stress and anxiety. Tears spring to your eyes at the thought of your perfect boyfriend and his constant support. Every time you told him that you didn’t have time to stop studying to spend time with him, he smiled, kissed your cheek, and told you that if you needed a break he’d be in the living room. You never took him up on his offer of relaxation, but, looking back, you wish you had.
These thoughts and many more like them flood your mind as you step into the small apartment you and your boyfriend share. You’re so deep in your thoughts that the smell of your favorite dinner doesn’t even catch your attention. You run on autopilot as you kick off your shoes, and drop your back pack on the floor.
“K,” you call, your voice pensive and soft, “Baby? Where are you? I need to talk to you.”
“Kitchen, love!” He calls.
You make your way into the kitchen, and gasp at the sight in front of you. Your kitchen table is covered in a crisp, clean, white table cloth, a vase with a single red rose sitting in the middle surrounded by black candles. K had sat a plate heaped with your favorite dinner in front of your seat, and in front of his. Two long stemmed wine glasses sit next to the plates. A bottle of your favorite wine sitting next to the vase.
“Welcome home, love,” K, says, “How’d your exams go?”
“My exams went well. What is all of this?” You ask, making your way over to your very smug looking boyfriend.
“Well, I figured that you could use some down time after all of the hell you just went through. Think you’ve got some time to spare?” K asks.
You laugh and pull K into a kiss.
“I think I could spare some time for my favorite person in the whole world.”
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After dinner, K takes you into the bathroom and runs a nice hot bath for you. As the water runs, he grabs the hem of your shirt and gently tugs the fabric over your head. He tosses it into the hamper and lets his hands graze along your skin to the back of your bra. He slides the hooks out of their eyelets, then slides his hands down your torso to the waistband of your sweatpants. His fingers dip under the elastic and he pushes your pants down your legs. Finally you stand bare before him, causing K to gasp, his eyes roaming your hardened nipples and the goose pimples dotting your soft skin.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, tracing little patterns against your skin. “God, I’ve missed your skin. The feel of it, the taste of it, the beauty of it.”
Heat crawls up your chest and neck, painting your cheeks in pink.
“I’m sorry I’ve ignored you the last few weeks. My stress is not a good enough reason for me to lash out at you, I apologize. I should have been nicer to you, even under stress,” you say, your eyes cast downward.
“Hush, love. I understand. I’m sure I’ve acted the same way when working on stuff for the band. All of this is in the past now, let’s leave it there, and pay attention to the present,” K says, sliding down to his knees and burying his face between your legs.
A ragged gasp rips itself from your throat as your head falls back. You bury your dominant hand into his hair, holding him in place as your non-dominant hand rests on the wall. K’s tongue slides up your slit before finding its way deep into you. Your legs shake around K’s head as his right hand rests on your hip, his thumb burying between your pussy lips and rubbing against your clit. A high pitched mewl leaves your lips as your orgasm washes over you, causing your body to quake and your back to arch. K stands up, wrapping his arm around you to keep you standing.
K leans over and shuts the water off just as it reaches the perfect spot in the tub. As he rights himself, your hands fall to the hem of his shirt and you tug it over his head. You run your fingertips down K’s chest, causing goose pimples to raise after. You slide the button of K’s jeans through it’s loop, and push the zipper down with your pointer finger, your finger brushing his hot skin beneath. K shimmies out of his jeans kicking them away after.
K pulls his hair up into a ponytail and steps into the bath. He holds a hand out to you and you take it. With K keeping you steady, you step into the bath with him, and the two of you sink into the steaming water.
The heat immediately pulls the tension from your body, causing you to nearly melt into K’s chest. Your boyfriend laughs at you, the reverberations of his laugh flowing through you through your back against his chest. K wraps his arms around you, pulling you even closer to him, and showering your head and face with kisses. You giggle at the feeling, wiggling in his hold, especially as his kisses litter your neck.
While the last few weeks had been absolute hell, K easily rid your body of the stress and tension in just a couple hours. Never before had someone done so much for you, even when you provided so little in the weeks leading up. Whoever was out there in the great unknown, they surely had blessed you with an amazing man who would never leave your side, even when things got tough. You send a silent thank you up to whoever bestowed your angel upon you, then snuggle back into him, enjoying the feeling of his body on yours.
