#this is a phase

[semicosm]

how i think itd feel like to sit on mydeis shoulder

[zephyrsylvaine]

Rebellion in Red

jeongguk🌙: do you know something

you: mhmm?

jeongguk🌙: you brim with a rosy tint on your cheeks

jeongguk🌙: and they look like the color of your nails

you: gguk.

jeongguk🌙: yeah?

you: shut up.

Jeon Jungkook One-shot [drabble]

•♡•

"And I knew I was going to be a disast— aishh!—"

Her words muffled into an indignant huff and a smack on his shoulder,

While jeongguk looked down at her with a grin, unfazed.

Turns out, he had her face nestled over the side of his chest, his arm securely curled around her frame.

After a beat, he loosens his grip a tad bit

And hears her talk again, the rant sounding precious in his ears.

"You-! Ughh I was talking about something and I forgot what I was gonna say"

He chuckled at her, considering himself guilty,

Considering her a grumpy missy.

"Really? I thought you were cold. So much for being a gentleman."

He muttered, his free hand tracing up her cheek, tapping her nose before sliding up to correct her glass frame, rendering her speechless, her eyes blinking like a doe caught on headlights.

"I– well..I didn't know that. You could have just told me.."

She huffed, the sourness in her voice dropping, replaced by something that awfully sounded like wonder, like she's still surprised that he cared, as if she's not worth of it. Silly girl. Silly missy.

"Mm. You could have told me about those too"

He gestured with a turn of his chin, his eyes trailing down to her hands,

The dainty fingers now adorned by her almost long nails, painted in crimson.

She laughed to herself, raising up her hand to hold it between them

"This? Well..I wanted to try something different. Like a change. Like rebellion"

She whispered the last word, smiling to herself as if it was conspiratorial secret,

Making him chuckle in return.

His palm cradled hers, assessing the faint shimmer of the paint,

Finding it new, since she never quite wore something like that.

She expects him to say something about it

But before anything, he intertwines their hands, his thumb drawing the familiar pattern on her skin.

"Rebellion.."

He repeats, taking their intertwined hands close to his face

"Still feels like home to me. Like safety."

He settles for that word, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he presses her palm against his cheek, the nails not biting into his skin, merely resting there.

The silence passes after a brief moment

And she gently turns her hand, finds herself confess softly.

"It rebels against the unfairness..against the..evil.

Not you.."

He couldn't help but chuckle,

His eyes watching the way her fingers tremble,

Before she slowly traces the tips of her nails over his skin, gentle, reverent

Like he's precious.

"Not me?"

He echos, prompting her to continue

And she does.

"Not you

If this is home for you..

You are the warmth that makes it a home"

His breath halts,

And he has to exhale shakily,

Only after her nails trace a heart over the scar on his left cheek,

Reverent, again.

And he has to intertwine her hand with his again

Warmth against warmth making a home

Building a safety

That exists in him leaning over to press a long kiss against her forehead.

[ktsumu]

how do you interact on here anymore actually and why I am bad at it

[klodas]

I am so beyond sexy it’s actually insane

[best-guess]

hey it’s a new icon

[tifa-lockhartss]

I’m sorry this is a Red Dead blog currently. HHelp me

[meremennen]

Wait. You're aroused? Part 3.

A bellarke modern AU. 

[chapter 1] [chapter 2] 

Or read on AO3. 

Rating: M 

All mistakes are mine.

Chapter 3: Hiatus

"Bellamy is looking fine tonight," Raven sings, taking a long sip of her beer, then, for emphasis, nudging Clarke's shoulder with her nose. She is not too subtle about the teasing. (It's been weeks. Not anymore.)

It's Wednesday night. The show is on hiatus so they moved their gatherings from Clarke and Raven's apartment to Eden, their favourite neighbourhood bar. In some way, it is an improvement. They cannot be as loud as usual, but they are still spending Wednesday nights together. Instead of drinking the same bottled beer and munching on popcorn and Jasper ugly crying on their couch (and Miller teasing him for it), they are at the Eden already at 8 p.m. No ugly crying is involved, unless Jasper drinks too much and gets too emotional about his age or the time passing too fast. (Miller teases him for that too. But Miller teases everyone.)

Clarke takes a look at the man in question and shrugs. "He's okay."

But then, because she is a little tipsy she adds, "The glasses are really not doing it for me."

It's a lie.

Raven snorts.

"Whatever you say, babe."

Truth is though, now that Raven has brought up the glasses, she cannot look away. She is fixated on those glasses as if he's grown a second head. But worse than that, she cannot stop the flood of memories that invade her mind.

It was an early summer day when she stopped by his office at the museum wearing her favourite braless, strappy summer dress. That day is forever etched in her mind for many reasons, actually.

For one, that must have been the hottest day in human history. 

Two, as unsuspecting as she had been, she stormed into his office, mindlessly babbling about the heatwave being the sign of an impending apocalypse, only to be overwhelmed by a different kind of heat.

(Three, soon she learned first hand, the chill air in his office and the feel of the cool desk against her thighs, combined with the hot breath of his mouth on her skin was a true godsend.)

So when she found Bellamy Blake in glasses for the first time ever, all it took her to forget about the toasting weather outside was a dark look on his face and Bellamy rasping, "I want you.... Now."

Her nipples hardened on the spot. She nodded and stepped in closer, locking the door behind her. Hardly ten minutes later, she was clutching onto the edge of his table in the middle of his office, panting his name, with him licking rapturously between her legs.

And later, in their haste for scrambling for a condom, Bellamy's mug tumbled to the floor spilling its content – mostly pencils and paper clips and an actual bottle of ink on the floor.

Thanks to the thick carpet of his office the ink bottle remained intact. The ink spilled, though, leaving a mark behind. Last time she heard, that weird gorilla shaped patch was still gracing said carpet.

They did have an actual lunch after, his mussed up hair and his stupid cocky smile a very real reminder of their activities.

Clarke jolts out of her reverie, feeling herself flush.

She finds Bellamy staring at her. A moment ago he seemed to be lost in a heated conversation with Monty and Murphy but somewhere between now and then his eyes found hers and it feels like a magnet pulling on her sides. It is impossible to look away.

He adjusts his glasses as he adds something to their conversation.

No. No no no no no. That look he's giving her is too much.

She thought she was squirming – Squirming? Suffering! – in silence but when Raven leans into her side and mutters, "Jesus Christ, woman, I didn't know you had it this bad," she knows she is utterly busted. This is bad. Really bad.

She shifts in her seat and shakes her head.

"Go, and talk to him," Raven whispers under her nose. “For my sake.”

"I –– I think I just need some air," Clarke gets up to her feet all of a sudden. Raven shoots her a questioning glance, but she heads towards the back door, taking a few calming breaths.

What she hasn't noticed, though, is that Bellamy has excused himself to the bathroom right before her, and she is heading in the same direction.

She stops in her tracks when she finds him leaning against a wall. She actually stares, lips parting a little in surprise.

"See something you want, Clarke?"

The way he calls out her name is infuriatingly sexy. There's a subtle teasing edge to it which has had the opposite effect on her a while back; namely in the early stages of their acquaintance, when they were both stubborn assholes to admit they could be actually good friends.

Two can play this game, though, she thinks.

She takes a predatory step, or at least she hopes it comes across seductive, curling a hand around his bicep.

"Yeahhhh." Her voice is deeper and raspier than usual, giving a sultry feel to it. Goooood. "In fact, I am,” tilting her face upwards, keeping their eye contact.

He's moved closer, she notices, bringing them nose to nose, their breath actually mingling.

"I platonically want to have sex with you. No big deal.”

He huffs out a laugh and takes her hand. "Come on, “ and leads her away to that secluded little corridor only the staff uses when they stock up.

Next thing she knows, she's already shimmied out of her panties, her back hitting the wall, when Bellamy quickly snatches them out of her reach. "You'll get them back later," he breathes onto her neck and gets down to business at once.

It's a small miracle if they don't get caught. Honestly.

But she figures they are too worked up at this point to care or to stop this. Her panties are gone and she’s gasping his name as her fingers dig into his backside. His thrusts are equally urgent, the pull of her fingers and countered with a delicious push, he wants this. He needs this as badly as she does.

***

They don't get caught.

She's catching a glimpse of him as he's tucking his dick back into his pants and she has to turn away to take a steadying breath. He’s still hard, but he promised he was having a good time and not to worry about it.

She's just finished smoothing the wrinkles out of her dress and in the middle of combing her fingers through her hair, half a mind on those missing panties, when, unexpectedly, Bellamy's hot breath hits her skin for a second time that day. "On a second thought, I want to take you against the wall."

"Again?!"

"You feel so good."

And yes, he feels so good too. So so so good. She wants to tell him that, among other, sweeter things, but then he kisses her neck and her mind gets all scrambled, and she's close to combust on the spot anyway if he won't do anything about it.

She has just about enough mind left to ask, "How many condoms do you have exactly?"

"Enough," Bellamy growls, his voice sounds absolutely wrecked, and he proceeds to cage her in until his elbow finds support on the wall.

The next thing she remembers, he is already inside her. His right hand steadying her hip as his thumb is rubbing circles against her skin, soothing, and he’s hitting a particularly good spot inside her.

When he finishes this time, he presses his lips against her hair, lingering, just long enough to slip her underwear into her hands.

***

By the time they stumble back to their friends, with a pitcher of beer each in their hands, Jasper's head is down on the table, Miller patting his back.

"'S okay, bud, I know. I know. We'll get through this."

Murphy takes a contemplative look at them, before he takes the pitcher from her hand, refilling their cups, smiling to himself. Sure, he looks smug, but he doesn't comment and she pretends she didn't notice.

Raven raises an eyebrow. Clarke shrugs.

"Hey, Blake, your glasses are crooked."

Bellamy touches the frame. "They. Are. Not."

"My bad. Looked crooked from here."

***

The night is winding down eventually, it's almost midnight. They ended up sitting next to each other towards the third round of drinks.

Raven stands. "Hey, I'm gonna hit the night with this one here,” sticking out a thumb towards Murphy. "Bellamy, I'd appreciate if you made sure my girl makes it home safe and sound. The streets are dark."

Raven shoots her a text ten minutes later, don’t wait me up bb, im not making it home tonight. xoxo

That's the first night Bellamy kisses her when they almost part. And when he kisses her, he cannot stop at one kiss only, it is followed by another until they completely lose track of time. 

That's the first time he stays the night.

xx

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A/N. Any feedback would be nice!

& I have this Detective!Bellamy story I just reposted/edited and would appreciate if you could check it out. I am tempted to write another chapter if anyone is interested?