#anyway it's cold and rainy but i have my heat pad on under my blanket

[ofmdee]

i'm back, babeeeeeeeeey!!!! hitting randomize in CAS shouldn't be nearly as exciting as it is, lol, but thank u geneticized stuff, binned unnatural hair, and default replacements i owe you my life

also @pooklet because damn i would not have had the motivation to do this w/o them 😂

[writingsbychlo]

white christmas | thomas

word count; 16,567

summary; after some unexpected snow ruins your christmas day plans, you spend your first christmas as a married couple making it up as you go along.

notes; this is a follow up (and the final part to!) ‘Sin City’ and ‘Sun City’. I was actually originally going to call this ‘Snow City’ but I wasn’t sure how that would go down. anyways, go enjoy.

warnings; smut, unprotected sex, cum play, breeding kink

When you woke up, it was to the sound of the coffee machine whirring slowly in the kitchen, and you rolled over, patting at the spot next to you, and pouting when it came up empty. The sheets were still warm to the touch, and you sighed, cracking an eye open to look at the place. The bedding was still crumpled, tucked back up and over you, and there was a barely visible sliver of light creeping in from the crack in the curtains, lighting up the room.

The alarm clock read just after ten, a sleep in for the both of you, but you deserved it on Christmas Day, and you smiled, the joy of the day washing over you once again. It was cold, unusually so for Vegas, and a chill ran over you as you sat up. Your legs were bare beneath the covers stretched out and staying warm, but the tank top on your upper body did little to warm you now that your human furnace of a husband had left you.

When you finally found the motivation to move, it was only to find a cardigan, tugging it over your arms and rolling the knitted sleeves up and out of your way to sit at your mid-forearms, and searching for a pair of pants. A plaid pair of sleep pants that belonged to your lover, tying them at the waist nice and loose as they sat over your stomach, just enough to be comfy, before you were trailing through the house. He was facing the counter, scrolling through his phone and chewing on a piece of a granola bar idly, the machine still dripping coffee through slowly.

He scarcely even flinched as you made your presence known, your arms slipping around his waist and face pressing between his shoulder blades as you left a kiss to the material of his shirt covering his back, before pressing your cheek over the patch. His free hand came down to settle over your own, squeezing lightly, and humming as he acknowledged you.

“Mornin’, baby.”

“Merry Christmas.” You teased, a sweet chuckle leaving him, before he was putting his phone down, and twisting in your arms to see you instead. Cupping your face, he leaned down, pressing a sweet hiss to your lips, and you licked the slightly sticky residue of honey away when he pulled back, the faint traces of his pre-breakfast snack still lingering on his mouth.

“Merry Christmas to you, too.”

You only nodded, bumping the tip of your nose against his needily, and he caught the hint, laughing lightly and letting his breath wash over your face as his lips brushed yours. “More? What, all the love and affection you got last night wasn’t enough for you?”

“Yesterday was a completely different day. I haven’t had nearly my quota for kisses yet today.”

“Well, guess I can’t argue with that logic.” His words were mumbled, thumbs smoothing over your cheeks, before dipping down to catch your lips with his own, a slow and lazy kiss that was perfect for the mood. You didn’t need much, and you were past the thrill of overexcited Christmas mornings, you weren’t a child anymore, and one day, your house would be filled with kids of your own, to have those over-excited Christmas mornings again, so you were simply soaking up the bliss of a quiet and hazy one with your husband now.

His tongue teased along your lower lip, pressing lightly at the seam in which they connected, prompting you to part them for him, and you were more than happy to grant him that access. He fell backwards when your hands disconnected from around his waist, smoothing up his back and around his body, until one was sitting on his chest, the other weaving into his hair. His back pressed to the counter, supporting you as you leant up on him, sighing against his mouth.

A breathy groan sounded in the air, deep from him as it originated in the back of his throat, vibrating through you in a way that made you tremble a little under his touch. Your head tipped to the side, a raspy breath taken in before letting him dive back into you once again, your heart racing in your chest and the tips of his fingers dug a little harder into your jaw. You loved knowing you still had this kind of effect on him, and that he had this effect on you, even after being married and having been together for so long, and you truly hoped that the passion between you both never dulled.

When the machine beside you beeped to signal the end of its rotation, he finally pulled away, lips shining and red, the hints of beginning to swell, and he ran the pad of a thumb over your own, before he was pressing back into you, stealing a series of small kisses again, dipping you backwards, until you were out of breath but laughing, cheeks flushing as the need to breathe overwhelmed you, but the way his teeth were scraping lightly at your lower lip was far more intoxicating.

He was beaming when he pulled away, bringing you in close to him again, a hand dropping down to sit on your lower back, pulling you into his body, and letting him spin you both around, so that he could reach for the coffeemaker with the other. He poured two mugs, adjusting the sugar and creamer for you both while never letting you go, holding you close, even when you leaned away for utensils and condiments, working together, a laugh on your lips at the overly wet kiss he pressed to your cheek.

His declaration of love may not have been verbal, but it was clear in everything he did, from the littlest touches to the way he held you close, and the way he made easy gestures such as coffee in the morning or tucking the sheets back over you to keep you warm when he left the bed, endearment in every action he took.

“What are we going to do about today, hm?”

He sipped his drink after asking the question, staring at you pointedly, and your brows furrowed, pausing as you lifted your own hot drink into your hands, and frowning. “We’re going to Newt’s, he’s having everyone over for Christmas, and this is the first year that we can kiss under the mistletoe and exchange gifts without pretending to just be half-friends and half-colleagues, tight smiles and seemingly forced hugs when really, I just want to kiss you senseless and wipe the foam away from the edge of your mouth when you get cream on your lip every single time we have hot chocolate.”

“Oddly specific, have you been daydreaming a lot?” He teased, your cheeks flaring up with heat as you shot him a false glare, but he only grinned, before pouting, and tapping at his lips for a kiss. You hesitated, for only a moment, that second being long enough for punishment, before you leaned up and kissed him sweetly. He seemed satisfied with it, but his original question was still ringing in your mind, and he seemed to pick up on that too, being able to read you like a book at this point; “Go look outside the window, honey.”

He tipped his head towards the tipped up blinds, and you padded over, pulling one down and peeping out, gasping a little in shock at the thin blanket of white that was covering the garden, and the roofs of the other houses, the roads undisturbed as nobody had yet dared to drive along them.

“It’s bad luck, I guess.”

“It’s not that bad, right?” You turned back to him, the realisation of just why it was that it had been quite so cold this morning coming through, and you rubbed at your arms a little, wrapping your cardigan around yourself a little tighter. “What, it's like, two or three inches? We can handle that!”

“Yeah, but, it was a bit rainy yesterday, and the temperatures dipped under during night, so it froze over. There’s going to be hidden ice on the roads, and I’m not used to driving in snow. I don’t want to risk it, baby.” You frowned, staring up at him with wide eyes as you stopped before him, and he ran a hand over your cheek, kissing the other side, but it did little to raise your low spirits. “Not when I’d have such precious cargo on board.”

“I’m not precious cargo.” You grouched, and he chuckled.

“You’re the most precious cargo to me.” He denied, and your arms crossed over your stomach, rolling on the balls of your feet as he turned away, making his way over to the fridge. It was somewhat empty, only a large bowl of mashed potatoes that would have served fifteen people being what you were supposed to be taking, and yet you still had no idea what you would whip up for your breakfast or dinner, but you supposed you’d make it work. “Anyway, Minho just texted and said he and Brenda aren’t going to make it either, and Newt’s boyfriend can’t get over from his parents who he stayed with last night, so we figured we could just video chat, or something, instead.”

“Yeah, okay.”

He turned around to face you at the sound of disappointment in your voice, growing a little at the dismayed look on your face, and he closed the refrigerator door, leaning against it and crossing his arms. “Hey, c’mon, cheer up. Maybe it’ll be nice to have our first Christmas as a married couple to ourselves. Didn’t you say you wished we’d have a white Christmas?”

“Yeah, but I was excited to see our friends.”

“We’ll make it work, angel, don’t worry.” He rubbed his hands up and down your arms, tempting you to let go of the tense distress you were holding, and it worked, your shoulders slumping as you gave in, offering him a smile when he cheered lightly at feeling you melt a little under his persuasion. “Want me to warm you up, sweetheart?”

A scoff left you, and you shoved at his chest, letting him snicker as you walked away, flipping him off a little over your shoulder, and moving back to the bedroom to get your phone. There were notifications from the girls, and your family, all wishing you a ‘Merry Christmas’ and good thoughts, and you returned it to them as you walked back through, straightening the bedsheets back out and opening the curtains before you did.

When you returned to the kitchen, the sweet smell of fruit and pancakes filled the air, a batter being whipped up by the man you loved, and you hopped up to sit on the kitchen island in the centre of the room. You were just beginning to open your emails when your phone lit up with a call, and you jumped slightly, before answering it, cheering a little as you greeted your friend.

“Hey, Newt! Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas to you as well, love. Tommy, too, is he there?”

“Yeah, he’s here, standing right in front of me at the stove.” You reached a foot out, tapping at his ass with your toes and giggling as he jumped, turning to glare at you for the action, red tinging his cheeks, before he was slapping your foot away gently. “Sorry we can’t see you today, who would’ve guessed we’d get snow in Vegas, huh?”

“Maybe it’s because of your wish for a ‘white Christmas’, you jinxed it.” Your husband taunted, reaching for a pan, and you scowled at him, rolling your eyes fondly, and you could hear your friend laughing down the line of the phone as he listened in.

“You two have always bickered like a married couple, and we always wondered why. Now you really are a married couple, and it’s still the biggest reveal of the century.”

“What can I say? Keeping you lot in the dark made it all the more fun for us. The sneaking around was hot.” Thomas cheered loudly at your words, heating up some butter over the flame, and beginning to cook your breakfast, Newt gagging falsely into the speaker.

“I didn’t need to know what kinky shit the two of you use to keep your relationship alive, thanks.”

“Yeah, yeah. If that’s not what you wanted, then why did you call, huh?” You leaned over again, poking at your husband with your foot, and he reached down, a hand wrapping around your ankle, thumb smoothing over your skin, and he held onto you lightly, using his other hand to flip the pancakes over to let the other side begin to cook.

“Just wanted to check if four was a good time for you both, that’s when everyone else can get online. Some of us have familial commitments and such, not just fucking like weirdly-secretive bunnies to fill the schedule, so we figured it’d work for you, too?”

“Hey, Tommy, four works for us, right?” He held up his other hand in a thumbs up, before piling pancakes up on a plate, and letting go of your leg, allowing it to fall back to swinging under the counter, and beginning to fill the pan up again. “Yeah, four o’clock works for us.”

“Great, see you then, love.”

“Bye, Newt.”

The line went dead, and you placed it down, laughing a little to yourself once again over his comment, and Thomas offered you a smile over his shoulder.

As the pancakes were finished, he created a pile of them on a plate, before bringing them over and placing them on the counter beside your legs, blueberries shining through within them, steam rising up from the plate, a knife and fork following, and he grabbed the whipped cream from the fridge, shaking it up.

“Feelin’ a little more cheery now, angel?”

“Yeah, I guess so. Like, a seven out of ten.” You sighed, picking up the cutlery, and he stuck his lower lip out in false sympathy.

“Only a seven? We gotta’ fix that.” He nudged the plate closer to you, a dollop of cream sprayed onto the plate beside the heap, and your stomach grumbled happily at the sight of the meal before you. “Eat your pancakes, sweetheart.”

“What about you?”

“I already know what I’m gonna’ eat.” He winked, a lazy drop of one eyelid, before he was filling his mouth with the whipped treat and leaning in to place a messy kiss to your lips, the taste of the sweet and creamy condiment spreading to your mouth as your groaned, feeling rough hands slide up your thighs and squeeze roughly. His hands were tugging at the ends of your shirt, your cutlery clattering back to the counter to shuck off your cardigan, before he was pushing your top up and over your head, breasts falling free and nipples pearling in the cold air. “Let me warm you up, honey, make it all better.”

You could only nod, back arching into his touch when you felt the nozzle of the canister run down between your tits, before crying out when the chilled dessert was sprayed in a swirl over one of your nipples. He repeated the action on the other to match, before a line was moving along your chest, right to your navel, and you lay back on the counter, head hanging over the other side.

“You look so sweet, baby, and I know just how good you taste, can’t wait to get my mouth on you.” Two fingers pressed to your core through the plaid pants you wore, rubbing softly and you keened up into his touch. A hot mouth descended to your neck as his fingers worked slowly, kissing lightly along your neck, drags of his teeth to make you shiver, and he sucked roughly at your collarbones in a way that made you shake. He knew all of your weak spots, and all of the pieces that made you weak, having learned your body like the back of his own hand, experience over years of patience and testing, and when he finally moved down to your chest, you knew there would be marks all along your skin come tomorrow, showing up in dark bruises that matched his mouth perfectly.

He bit down, just enough force to make you cry out his name, on the side of your breast and licking it to soothe it, before his mouth was closing over one perky nipple.

The topping there was lapped away, tongue dragging in deliberately slow and teasing motions, your head spinning at the feeling of the bud being rolled along his tongue, nibbled on slightly until the skin was raw in a delicious way that always made everything feel ten times better, beginning to grow sensitive under the attention he gave to you, before he switched to give the other the same treatment. Your hand laced into his hair, holding him to your chest, a groan leaving him as your nails scratched over his scalp, the feeling vibrating along every nerve in your body until your fingertips were tingling, toes curling from where your legs dangled.

“Tommy..”

“God, I love the way you sound when you moan my name. So fuckin’ hot.” His words were a little slurred, his own arousal seeping through, and he was cleaning your skin of the cream he’s left there, licking his way down along your body until you were no longer coated in the substance, and he was sinking to his knees, fingers hooked into the band of your pyjamas and you could barely lift your hips up to help him, body trembling with need and desire, and he tugged them away, discarding them to the floor, along with your panties. “Pretty little pussy, dripping for me, so perfect.”

Kisses along your inner thighs, and you whined out, legs being lifted up to rest over his shoulder, ankles loving behind his neck, and for a moment, heat simply washed over your centre from his panted breaths, before he was indulging himself in your sodden core.

A loud cry, bouncing off of all the walls in the kitchen was emitted from you as you felt the tip of his tongue parted your folds, teasing around your entrance before flattening along your middle. He took his time, cleaning you of everything that you had to give, juices dripping out of your more and more, the longer he teased you and waited, and you could already feel yourself finding it harder to breathe, white-hot heat scorching along your body as he treasured you, devouring you like his final meal.

There were times when Thomas was quick and rough, sucking and biting at your clit with just enough pain to make you cry and scream in all the best ways, before fucking you with his tongue until you were shaking and no longer sentient, but then there were times like today.

These were the moments when he really took his time, tongue swirling along you, dragging around your clit until it was throbbing, tears lining your eyes from desperation, before is lips were brushing over the bead, enough to make a jerky motion journey along your entire body as you reacted to that simplest and lightest of touches with so much need.

“Oh, fuck, please, Tommy..”

“Want my mouth, huh, baby? Look at you, all whiny and desperate. Love it when you’re like this, needy for what only I can give you.” He gave into you when another pleading noise roe up from your throat and into the air, thumbs smoothing up along your thighs to part your folds, revealing the little bud to him entirely, and he dragged the roughness of his tongue over it slowly, broken gasps leaving you as your body spasmed a little, the stimulation so welcome and craved that your head went blank as he finally gave you what you wanted. “Needy baby, all for me.”

You would’ve retorted, snapped back, had anything to say, had it not been for his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking on it harshly as your hips bucked up into his face, and your eyes rolled back in your head. A finger prodded at your core, a single digit slipping into your velvet channel with ease, and your walls clenched frantically around the finger from the moment he had sunk right down until his knuckles were pressed to your flesh. He could reach deeper than you ever could and you couldn't drag oxygen into your body in even half-lungfuls anymore because he was driving you insane, twisting and curling that finger, just enough to rub at your walls, teasing you as he searched for that spot that drove. you wild.

He knew where it was, his fingertip brushing against it, and when you keened up, loud sobs of his name falling from your lips, he chuckled into your skin. Abusing both patches that made you crazy, inside and out, he was a deadly combination, slow motions making you wish he’d speed up, but he was dragging it out, knowing that if he kept it up, you’d melt, become utterly senseless and completely empty of any thought or complaint about the day, and that was where he wanted you.

You knew he did, he wanted you blissed out, cum-drunk and dazed, so that you wouldn't be sad about missing your friends or not getting to celebrate how you wanted, and you were more than happy to give in to that whim if it meant you were allowed to chase the orgasm that was steadily building within you at the momentum because as that spring wound up tighter and the heat rose, there wasn’t a single thought in your head except reaching climax, and chanting your husbands name as his mouth worked you over.

Your hand was tangled in the dark chocolate locks atop his head, still messy and mussed from sleep, now even more fucked-up as you tugged at them limply, body going weak as you teetered on the edge of your peak. As though sensing how close you were, his attention moved from your swollen bud, down further, slurping up hungrily at everything you’d given him, everything he’d drawn from you, before this tongue was plunging into your centre.

At the touch, you exploded, stars flashing behind your eyes as you came undone around his tongue,  and he moaned himself, loudly and unashamedly as his fingers flexed against your thighs, wiggling tightly and holding them apart as they trebled, legs attempting to snap closed around his head and he never let up on his assault, tongue fucking in and out of you as your walls fluttered.

He’d given up on the soft and lazy act, becoming impatient himself, and he’d always been vocal about how much he loved to be buried between your thighs, but sometimes, it still surprised you, times like now, when he was selflessly desperate to feel you come undone again, to lick you clean as juices flowed from you, and your head was spinning as you neared yet another edge.

He pulled back, two fingers delving into your folds, moving at speeds you could barely comprehend as they slammed in and out of you, your cries growing in volume until you were screaming his name, arching up and quivering against the marble countertop, before he placed a final nip to your clit, humming proudly and contentedly as he felt you cum again. Juiced dripped down his wrist, pooling on the floor in droplets, tears dripping from your eyes, chest heaving for breath, and when you couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled back. Licking you clean and leaving you to beg and plead, spasming atop the tabletop, he left you clean of slick and cum, kissing his way back up your body until he was standing between your parted thighs, the tip of his nose nudging under your jaw.

“Better?”

You made a vague sound of questioning, too fucked-out to even open your eyes, and you were sure Thomas’ chest was puffing out, ego swelling at just how he managed to get you like this, and he pulled away. Sucking wet fingers into his mouth to clean them off, he used his other to pull you up into a sitting position, goosebumps rising along your skin as the chill in the room began to seep back in.

You waved a hand around loosely for your top, finding it and tugging it back on, barely checking it was on the right way, before your cardigan was following. Large hands were still massaging along your legs, which were now wrapped around his waist, and you jumped a little as his thumb smoothed over a deliciously sore bite mark that he’d left on your inner thigh.

“That was fucking fantastic.” You murmured, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he beamed, pride rising within him, but he didn’t comment on it. “Best Christmas present ever.”

“Don’t say that, you haven’t even opened my gifts yet. I’ve got you beat this year, there’s no way you can top it.” You cracked a smirk, shrugging at him and resting your cheek to his shoulder.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, I have a pretty great gift for you myself.” His hands smoothed up and down your back under your jacket, warming you up through and through just with the loving touches he gifted to you. It was moments like these that you would always remember; sex with Thomas was mind-blowing and spectacular every single time, but it was the moments after that were what made your relationship what it was, the way he’d hold you so lovingly, touch you with such tender adoration that you felt your heart may actually explode, ad he did it all because he wanted to, not because e was expected to or he thought t would make you happy, but purely because he desired to be with you as much as you with him. “Can I have my pants back now?”

“Think you need new ones, yours are pretty wet.” There was a tone laced to his voice that made shy and embarrassed warmth flood your face once again, making you glad he couldn't see you from where you were buried in his neck, but not missing the way his foot was rubbing the garments across the tiles to dry the floor, before flicking them away a little.

“Okay, but let me down, because I’m still hungry, and I want those pancakes.”

He held you a second longer, a light squeeze, before he stepped back and let you go, tapping at your ass in a cheeky spank as you bent to collect your discarded clothes to take to the laundry, before you were walking away from him with a skip.

A new set of clothes, a trip to the bathroom to clean yourself up, and running a brush through your hair to fix it and pull it out of your face and into a reasonably controllable bundle on your head. When you reentered the kitchen, Thomas was sitting on one of the stools, using your knife and fork to eat the half-cold pancakes, and you grabbed your own set, sitting opposite him, and tucking in.

The meal consisted of laughs, and jokes, hinting at gifts for one another without ever quite giving them away, and then, making a plan for your day. You didn’t have the right ingredients to make a Christmas dinner, and an entirely free day, where you would have been leaving in half an hour to make your way over to Newt’s place. Instead, you would exchange your gifts together, and make your attempt at a decent Christmas dinner, before video chatting with your friends for a while, and finishing off the day with a movie.

It wasn’t the Christmas you’d planned, but it would be perfect in its own way.

The tree lights were twinkling softly, glittering on the wrapping paper you had covering your gifts neatly underneath, a matching set in a different colour, reindeers dancing across the front in a gift wrap Thomas had chosen for you. Your untouched coffee was now cold, and you tipped it away, getting a new mug out and filling the kettle under the tap, before setting it off. A herbal tea bag was placed into the mug, a spoonful of honey and a slice of lemon to follow, before a pair of arms were wrapping around your waist.

“Hurry up, I want you to open your gift already.”

“Patience is a virtue.” You hummed, and he sighed loudly, shuffling in a little closer to you. His chin hooked onto your shoulder, hot breath fanning over your cheek, followed by a seat kiss, and you leaned back a little into his chest. Your hands rested over your hips where his hand had joined, squeezing lightly, and nuzzled a little further into you. “Besides, I already told you that my gift is going to win this year.”

“I won for the last two years and Valentine’s Day, you don’t stand a chance.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning a little at his competitive side beginning to shine through, and as the kettle finally clicked off, water boiling, you filled your mug, stirring it lightly to spread the flavour, before nudging him backwards with your hips, hearing him groan a little as you did, a false glare on his face form the way you’d pressed your ass up against him to get him to move, but then, he was following you to the living room.

You blew the steam from your mug, fingers wrapping around the warm ceramic, the smell of apple and cranberry drifting up to your nose, surrounding you and soothing any worries you may have as you settled down onto the couch. Thomas stood before the tree, one foot poking at the gifts sitting under the decorative branches, assessing them all, before turning to look at you. “Save the best for last?”

There was a smirk on his face, and you mirrored it, his eyes narrowing on you a little bit. “Works for me.”

“Great, so I’ll give you a gift last, then?”

“For now.” His cocky tone was enough to make the game a little more exciting, and he rose a brow, turning to motion at the gifts that you’d placed there, before lifting one up for you. He handed it over, before looking back at the ones for him, and waiting for you to guide him. “Open any, the winning gift isn’t under the tree.”

“I think you’ll find it is.” He teased, pointing to the one he’d wrapped himself, before grabbing the first glitter package with his name on that he could reach.

“Actually, it’s over here, sitting on the couch.” A wicked grin on your lips, and his eyes scanned over you, jaw dropping a little, and you watched as his eyes went half-lidded for just a second, wondering just how filthy his mind had gone, and then he was chewing on his lower lip, seeming to snap back to reality, his gaze snapping up from your tits to your eyes.

He pounced, two strides closing the distance, before one hand was supporting himself on the back of the couch as he leaned over you, pressing a long kiss to your lips, licking his way into your mouth, and groaning a little at the way you pressed back into him just as eagerly, one hand lacing into his hair, pulling on the strands slightly. When he pulled back, it was with your lower lip between his teeth, growling lightly, before letting it go. “I can’t wait to unwrap that gift later, then.”

“Alright, hot stuff.”

He beamed, taking a seat beside you and placing the sparkly package onto his lap, a few pieces of glitter falling away to decorate his pyjama pants, but he was too excited to steady himself anyway. Tearing at the paper, he left it scattered along the living room floor, stripping the gift of its concealment, and lifting it up to take a look. The pause only lasted for a second, before he was lighting up with joy, and turning to look at you with wide eyes.

He'd been talking about it for months, but he had no idea what it was called, or where he would find it, and he was pretty sure he’d never find it. It was a printer for his earpieces, creating custom little cases that he could put on them, so that the boring piece of plastic that he had to wear in his ear all day, every day, on the casino floor, could finally be something a little more exciting.

“I can’t believe you found it!”

“It wasn’t easy to find, at all. What are you going to print first?” He considered it, staring down at the box, before shrugging his shoulders, mind coming up clear.

Flicking your finger under the edge of the wrapping, it popped loose, and you continued to go, watching as he twisted towards you a little more. It was a set of your favourite skincare products, ones that you’d been running out of and kept intending to get more of but always seemed to forget about somehow, and he’d clearly been browsing the website, because the box was stuffed full of all different types of new products, samples and new things to try, as well as bath bombs and room sprays.

The rest of the gifts followed along much the same pathway, simple gifts that were more practical than special, but meaningful nonetheless. You got him new boxers, with reindeers and baubles on, and he smirked as he gave you a new set of lc that could scarcely be counted as underwear, before following it with a filthy kiss and whispered promises for later.

You got him new cologne with a matching shampoo and body wash set, and he got you a new blazer for work after your last one ripped, and you opened all the gifts from your friends and family that were still sitting there. Your last gift to him has been tap bracelets, ones that he could wear at work for when he was feeling anxious, so that yours would buzz whenever he tapped it, and he got a little teary at the gesture.

As the room was littered with ribbons, bows, and torn paper, he picked up the last gift and waved it a little, the couch bouncing underneath you as he flopped back onto the cushions, sitting beside you. “So, not that those bracelets aren’t amazing - because they are - but they can’t top this. Are you ready for the best gift of the year?”

“I suppose so.” You wiggled your fingers, in a ‘gimme’ motion, and it handed it over. You were no longer delicate with the opening, tearing at the paper roughly to reveal what was inside, and shucking it of the silk that hid it, before lifting it up to get a better look.

It was a scrapbook, a beautiful fake-leather design that had golden-embossed letters across the front. Opening it up, there was a small gasp on your lips, pictures of yourself and Thomas that you’d never seen before, right from the very first hours of your wedding.

You hadn't even put on your dress yet, still standing with your hair pinned back waiting to be styled, make-up half done, and a glass of champagne in hand as you laughed with you friends, a shot clearly taken by one of the girls who’d been with you that morning as you got ready. Another beside it was of Thomas, face red and a slightly panicked look on his features as he stood with his shirt half-buttoned, one shoe in hand as he stared around the room for the other, a note written underneath that Newt had hidden it from him just to fuck with him.

Turning the pages, you found ones that were more professional, outtakes from the photographer that weren’t ones that had ever made the cut, slightly blurry ones or the sun shining across the scene, ones where you weren’t looking or weren’t as visible in crowds, and yet they were perfect. Every glance you had cast Thomas, all the moments between you both that the photographer had somehow seemed to capture, memories you didn’t even realise you had all flooding back, the little moments that weren’t staged or pressured like a first dance, your lips sat parted in awe. They had gone one, too, print outs and pictures from your honeymoon, photos you had taken together, or hadn't realised he had taken at all.

“Did you make this yourself?”

“I had a little help, but mostly, yeah. Is it okay?” He lifted his hand to his face, chewing on his nail lightly as he stared at you, and you reached a hand out, bringing it away from his face, and leaning in a little closer to him. He sighed in relief, sensing where this was going, and moving in close enough to rest his forehead against your own.

“It’s perfect, I love it.”

He let out a little laugh, nodding his head to himself in confirmation, before closing the gap. It was a sweet and soft kiss, one that conveyed everything that needed to be said, and paper crinkled loudly as he shifted, pushing it away to the side, falling to the floor after being removed from where it was pressed between your bodies as he pulled you in closer, and you held his face with both hands, nails scratching lightly at his jaw, freshly shaven and soft skin making him shudder as you scratched at it lightly.

“I love you.”

“I know, I love you too.” His mouth moved, trailing along your skin to your cheek, kisses being pressed all the way along, up your temple to your forehead, and your face screwed up at the ticklish feeling, making him laugh as he felt your features wrinkle under his lips. “Gettin’ on into the day, want to go find something to make for Christmas dinner?”

“Absolutely.”

He stood first, offering his hands out to you and pulling you to your feet when your fingers slid into his and held on tight, and he winked a little, hands slipping around behind you, pinching at your ass cheekily and making you jump, shrugging when you gasped and fixed him with a questioning look.  “You’re just hot. Your ass has been looking great lately.”

“You’re so horny, all the time.”

“Because my wife is hot, that’s why.” You rolled your eyes, letting him walk a step ahead of you, and you placed a loud smack on his ass as he went, watching as he turned to face you with a dropped jaw and pink cheeks, grabbing at his own ass for protection as he walked backwards. “You did not!”

“What can I say? You’re just hot. Your ass has been looking great lately.” He mimicked you childishly, a grin taking over his features despite it, and he snatched up both of your hands in his, holding them up high like a revered and feared weapon, dragging you into the kitchen as you stumbled over your own feet.

In the freezer, you had a small batch of chicken, some frozen vegetables and an apple pie. In the fridge, you had some potatoes, and enough spices in the cupboards to make decent gravy. He boiled water while you sliced the potatoes, dropping them in to begin boiling, and turning up the radio to listen to the Christmas songs that were playing. Once your chicken and potatoes were in the oven, you chopped up some veggies for roasting, hearing him clatter around in the cupboards, and he insisted that you stayed turned around to face the counter.

When he finally let you look, there was a tablecloth that you had forgotten you even had laid out, white with a few stains around the edges, and a faded and slightly purple mark in the middle from where wine had been split on it and never property come out before it had been permanently put away, but he’d carefully covered it by placing your vase full of winter flowers in the middle. There was cutlery laid out ready, and bowls and plates, and he was overly proud of himself for the decorations, chairs pulled around a little so that you’d still be able to see one another, instead of being blocked off by the centrepiece.

“So, guess what I found while setting up the table?”

“What did you find, baby?”

The sloshing sound gave it away, before he ever pulled it out from behind his back, and he waved it at you a little. “A super nice bottle of wine that was a wedding present. Wanna’ get us some glasses?”

“Not right now, I don’t want to drink when we’re on video chat with our friends.” His face fell a little, brows raising, before he was fixing you with a quizzical glance, and you laughed, shaking your head at his speculation. “Maybe later, okay? I’m having a great time with you right as we are. Besides, don’t you think wine that special is more of a late-night drink, when we’re watching a movie, all alone? Don’t you want to save it for some fun later?”

You dragged a nail along his chest, catching lightly on the fabric on his shirt, and he followed it with his gaze, licking at his lips and nodding his head. “Shit, you’re totally right.”

“Mhm, always am.” You grinned, and he scoffed, but pecked your lips, offering his agreement to you, and placing the bottle down on the counter.

The clock ticked over, half an hour until four o’clock, and you started off the mashed potatoes on reheating, and the rest of the food on cooking, and you had everything that you needed to have a meal. You worked together to clean up the living room, scooping up all the leftover scraps, and you vacuumed all the sparkles that were going to get stuck in the carpet. Once you were finished, you settled down together on the couch, laptop set up before you, and waiting for the group to become active, and to click through onto the camera.

Thomas was pressed up to your side, arm stretched out along the back of the couch behind you, fingers brushing against your shoulder, waiting as everybody joined, until noise was filling your living room, seeing everybody else light up.

As the evening went on, you listened to each of them talk about what they’d done with their day, and show off their presents, and the men had been overly excited to see how their scrapbooking efforts had gone down, Minho complaining about the paper-cuts he’d gotten at every possible chance there was.

You were drunk on the feeling of pure joy, hearing your friends laugh and share stories, the sadness that you’d held about not being able to see your friends ebbing away to be replaced with simple happiness, at getting to hear what their days had entailed despite it. Brenda had dropped an entire tray of roast potatoes, and they had to start again, Minho had fed his dog turkey and vegetables, and the sweet little puppy had thrown it up on his foot after getting over-excited about playing fetch ten minutes later, and Newt had accidentally spilt the water at the bottom of his tree and almost lost an eye on the lower branches while mopping it up. There was a graze just below his left eye.

They shared their gifts, and got progressively more drunk, and some of the other families even stopped by at some points to give a wave, and well-wishes, and talk with you for a quick moment. It was lovely, and perfect in its own way, and when it had been over, you’d been hesitant to end the call at all and let them go. As the screen of the computer had gone black, you’d turned to your lover, legs swung across his lap and cuddling in a little closer as the temperatures began to drop down once again, awe evident on your features as snow was beginning to flutter down once again.

The look on his face was soft as you brushed the strands of hair back and out of his eyes, before they were fluttering shut upon feeling your thumb brushing over his cheek. Your dinner was only minutes away from being ready, and you were content in one another’s company, simply letting the day drain away as you soaked up how it felt just to be the two of you, spending your first Christmas in a home you owned, as a married couple, with everything in the world to look forwards to. Resting your cheek on his shoulder, his arms tightened around you leaning back and into the cushions comfortably, as the two of you sat in loving silence.

The oven-timer dinged, and you were hesitant to move, a groan on your lips, lingering a few minutes longer, before you shifted, his grip on your loosening as you got up. The smell of freshly cooked food filled the air, steam pouring out of the oven from the second that it was opened, and it drifted around you as you began to pull out the trays, hearing your husband clattering around behind you as he gathered plates and cutlery.

Bumping his hip against yours as he came to stand behind you, he had a spoon in his hands, laying the plates out and beginning to dish up the vegetable as you stood beside one another, serving up food in comfortable silence. Warmth was pouring off of the man, he’d always felt like a human space heater, always making it extra comfortable to be wrapped up in his arms, and you were tempted to just fall into his grip right now, but resisted, your stomach rumbling happily as your meal came together.

Leaving all of the equipment stacked up in the sink, that was definitely something you could deal with later, Thomas taking his seat first, leg reached out under the table as he pushed your chair out for you, fingers twitching atop the table cloth as he tries to resist the urge to start eating until you were ready. Placing a glass down for him, you were drinking water yourself, and Thomas raised his brows, accepting the drink you were holding out for him, eyes flicking to the counter.

“No wine?”

“I have plans for the wine later.” You teased, one eye dropping in a wink, and pink spread over his cheeks in an adorable blush, despite him being a cocky as he always was, and his lips twisted up in a slight smirk.

“Oh, yes, I almost forgot that you’d promised me one more gift.” His eyes dropped down for a second, scanning along what he could see of your body above the table, before stabbing at some of the vegetables on his plate and chewing on them happily. It was an odd mix of foods, making the best of your Christmas dinner that you could, and yet, it was one that you’d always remember and be able to tell as a story at parties and to friends in the future, a Christmas that you’d never forget.

This year was undoubtedly the biggest one to ever change your life, a turning point, not just the start of a new chapter, but the ending of one book and the beginning of a whole new one. “We got married this year.��

Thomas glanced up, pausing with his fork halfway to his mouth, and you saw the look of mischief flash through his eyes before his lips had even quirked up into a smirk around the words he was forming; “I know. I was there, or do you not remember?”

“Oh, hush.” You frowned, rolling your eyes at him, and he stretched out under the table, toes poking against your foot, before you stretched back, locking your ankle with his own, and he continued to eat as he waited for you to expand on your point. “I just mean, well, look at us. We have a house, and we’re married, and it’s all just ours. We made it all ourselves. Five years ago, I would’ve been at my parents’ house eating turkey and listening to my cousins bitch about how I shouldn’t still be single.”

“Five years ago, I would’ve been drunk by now, listening to Minho flirt with his holi-date and listening to Newt pine after hot magazine models, while I pictured you and how much I loved you, and I didn’t even know your name yet.” Your breathing got stuck a little in your throat, your brows raising at the soft tone in his voice as he placed down his knife and fork across the centre of his plate, shrugging as he leaned back in his seat. “I just knew that one day I’d find the perfect woman; then, a few months later, I met you.”

“I still get butterflies when you tell me you love me.”

“I love you.” He beamed, watching as you squirmed a little in your seat, watching your reaction and knowing the effect he had on you, snickering to himself a little, before sobering up once again. “I still get that tingly feeling when you kiss me sometimes, all the way down to my toes. At the most random of times, like in the milk aisle at the supermarket, or in the bathroom when I'm brushing my teeth.”

“Glad to know I still have that effect on you.” You took a sip of your water, smirking over the rim of your glass at him, and he just continued to stare, a lazy and distant kind of look on his face, and you could tell that his mind had slipped far away, lost in his thoughts, but it was nothing that you weren’t used to. You finished up your own food, and sat with him for a while in silence, fading in and out of your thoughts, slipping to and from for a while, until the chair grew uncomfortable, and you stood up, stretching your limbs out and shaking yourself down.

He watched you go, sighing a little as he did, and taking your outstretched hands when you offered them to him. As he stood, you went from looking down at him to looking up, and he leaned down, just enough to bump his nose against your own.

“Wanna’ go cuddle on the couch with a blanket?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” He teased, pushing you a little toward the doorway. “Go find a blanket and pick out a movie, I’ll put everything in the dishwasher and set it off, I’ll be there in two minutes, okay?”

“M’kay.” You whispered, pushing up onto the tips of your toes long enough to steal a kiss from his lips, and he pressed back eagerly upon feeling your mouth against his own. Hands on your waist pushed you back, his lips still puckered as he pulled away, urging you to go and get comfortable. The kitchen tiles were chilled underfoot as you walked away, and the floorboards were still cold to the touch too, but the carpets of the living room were a little warmer, and as you picked up the knitted blanket that was rolled up on the back of the couch.

Wrapping it over your shoulders, you grabbed the remotes, turning on the TV and waiting for the channels to adjust, before you were loading up Netflix to scroll through the Christmas movies. Thomas was clattering about in the kitchen, the sounds of cutlery scraping on plates and of them being loaded into the racks, set up to be washed. As you settled on one, you heard him toying with the controls, beeping signalling that the machine had started up on cleaning the dishes used, and the flooring creaked under every step he took, before the cushions were dipping and caving beside you as he settled down at your side.

Wrapping an arm over your shoulders, he pulled you back into his chest, letting you get comfortable as he did, spreading one leg out along the couch, and one remaining where it was, planted on the floor for support as you settled back into his chest, lips brushing across your head. “I chose us a movie to watch.”

“Whatever you want is fine with me, baby.”

“Such a sap.” You mumbled, receiving a teasing squeeze around you in retaliation for your words as you pressed play, and feeling him tugging at the blanket a little until you shed it, spreading it out over your lap and his legs, until both of you were tucked snugly underneath it, the beginning credits beginning to play.

Yo almost dozed off only a few minutes in, a combination of feeling so full and content, loved and safe in the arms of the man you loved. One hand was sitting in your lap, fingers waived with your own loosely above the covers, while the other was sitting underneath the edge of your shirt, sitting over your stomach, holding you anchored to him.

You barely registered the movie playing, more caught up in your mind over everything you found yourself with, every situation and scenario, every night being able to go to bed alongside the man you loved, and waking up to him in the morning.

Only a few years ago, you were alone, with no idea you were about to meet the love of your life. Then, you’d started a new job, and met a sweet security guard with a cocky attitude and a heart of gold, and he’d stolen your heart right out from under you while sweeping you off of your feet, even when you hadn't planned for it to happen. You had thought you were happy, that you were content with being single and focusing on yourself, and yet, just by being himself, he had somehow become everything you wanted and needed.

You wouldn’t change it for the world.

Halfway through, Thomas had grown bored of sitting quietly, as he usually did, his fingers stroking a little over your skin as he tried to grab your attention, and his lips moving along your shoulder, the ti of his nose stroking stray strands of hair out of his way, until he could get to the column of your throat.

His teeth nipped a little at your flesh, just enough to tease, a light laugh falling from you as you trembled in his arms a little bit, and you twisted around to face him, straddling his lap as you did, and he smiled up, hands coming to sit on your hips as yours sat on his shoulders, thumbs smoothing over the base of his neck. “Bored, Tommy?”

“Little bit. This film kinda’ sucks.”

You tried to suppress the snort of a laugh that you wanted to release, nodding your head as you knew it to be true. It wasn’t the greatest, but it was new and trending on Netflix, and so had given it a go. Shifting out of his hold, he whined a little as you went, but watched you walk away, scooping up one of the boxes you’d given him, and bringing it back over, shaking it excitedly. “Why don’t you try your new gift out, huh? I’ll help you pick something to print!”

He stood up to meet you, nodding his head and taking it from your hands, before trying to undo the tape sealing the box shut, and tipping the components out onto the couch.

“I’ll take everything else to the bedroom, you get it set up, ‘kay?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He teased, offering you a little wink, before he was padding across to one of the only remaining empty sockets now they were filled with Christmas lights and decorations, and sitting down on the carpet, legs crossed as he plugged it in and reached back for the instruction booklet.

Grabbing the remaining boxes and bags, you made your way through the house, backing through the door and pushing it open with your butt, before using your elbow to flick on the bedroom light. The boxes were stacked in the corner, everything else sitting on top, a job to be dealt with in the morning. The beautiful leather-bound album that was sitting on top of them all had the embossed lettering glittering under the light, and you picked it up, taking a seat on the bed and placing it down in your lap.

It was physical proof of the love between you both, a record of every moment that you’d been able to map throughout your wedding, your relationship coming to an ultimate peak, and blossoming into something even more incredible. Every page brought you a little closer to tears, as you realised just how much you loved him, and how you wouldn’t be who you were anymore without him. Placing the beautiful album back down, you grabbed the final bag, discarding the tissue paper and pushing the bedroom door closed a little more, a smirk on your lips.

You could hear whispered curses and mumbles coming from your husband as he tried to work out how to operate the machine you’d bought him, and you slipped your clothes from your body, dropping them into the laundry hamper. It only took you a moment to rub a freshly scented moisturiser over your body, skin still smooth and clean from the last shower you’d had, and a few spritzes of the perfume you knew drove your lover mad.

Taking off the pretty tags form the new lacy set laid out on the covers, you slipped the garments onto your body, suspenders clipping once you’d pulled the stockings up your legs, and your breasts were swollen in the bra, and you couldn't deny how good you looked, and felt. Once you were dressed, feet moving softly on the floorboards as you returned to the living room, you ran a hand through your hair, messing it up just enough to be sexy, and leaning on the doorframe.

“You figure it out yet, baby?”

“Almost.” He mumbled, never looking up, and you waited, brows raising a little when he continued to be completely preoccupied with the task at hand. He placed the booklet between his teeth, a huff on his lips as he tried to press a series of buttons again, only for it to beep and flash red at him, and he huffed, not noticing you making your way towards him.

“Little cold in here, don’t you want to warm up?”

“Blanket is still on the couch.”

You grinned, thrilled to know he was enjoying your gift so much, but ready for him to be busy with something else for a little while. Placing a finger under his chin, you twisted his head toward you, his eyes finally leaving the device he’d been tinkering with, and his jaw dropped. The paper fell from his mouth and fluttered away, his eyes dragging along you slowly, down to your feet before moving back up to your face, and then it was all the way down once again. He took in every feature, eyes lingering on the pace where your stockings were held up, the soft flesh there, his fingers twitched a little before he was taking in the intricate lace detailing covering you.

“Holy fuck, baby.” He put the device down, twisting to face you, moving to kneel instead of sitting, and his hands hooked onto the back of your legs, fingers flexing against your calves. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

He leaned in to press a kiss to the exposed skin of your upper thigh, an equally wet one to match on the other side, kneeling before you as he kissed at your flesh slowly, dragging the tip of his nose over the front of your covered core, just above where your would’ve really wanted him, and your hand slipped into his hair. His fingers were kneading at your muscle as he worked his way up, until he was taking handfuls of your barely covered ass in his hold, beginning to stand slowly, kissing his way up your body with every inch that he rose upwards, until he was standing fully before you.

Your head tipped back as he sucked on your neck, working to leave a pretty mark on the junction between your throat and shoulder, his hands smoothing over your sides, until he could squeeze at your breasts, making you arch up into his body, a chuckle washing over your skin.

“Jump for me, angel.”

He caught you as you did, more than experienced in the act, lifting you up into his arms as your legs wrapped around his waist, never once stumbling or tripping as he guided you to the bedroom, never letting up on his assault along your neck. Your back met the covers, pressing you down into the soft material carefully, letting you inch your way up until your head was in the pillows as he crawled after you, body covering your own.

Finally, you pulled his mouth to meet yours, a hot and wet kiss, long overdue and sorely needed, his teeth all but clashing with your own from the intensity of it.

He held himself up above you with both hands, his body pressing to your own as one thigh came up to settle between your legs, a whimper leaving you, swallowed by him as the muscle pressed against your already wettening core. When you finally ran out of breath, he shifted his kisses along your jaw, nipping as he went, and you knew that there would be red patches and dark bruises to follow, the slight scrape of his stubble along your skin making you tremble a little underneath him, and your hips bucked up against him.

“S’okay, sweetheart. Go ahead, rub up on my thigh, I know you want to.” His words washed over your jaw in hot breaths, a whine leaving you, before you were doing exactly as he’d offered, hips beginning to roll up against him. The friction sparked something in your gut, a soft sigh leaving you, pressing down harder with each movement you made, seeking out the climax that was slowly beginning to build. As you did, Thomas was shifting further and further down your body, pulling out the ribbons and strings that were holding the lace closed around your body, each bow delicately undone revealing a little more of your body to him. “You look so hot in this. I have good taste.”

He caught your eyes, just for a second, but long enough to wink at you to follow his comment, before he was kneeling back, sitting on his heels and pulling you up alongside him. Settling you in his lap, your arms looped around his neck, legs kneeling on either side of his waist, sitting atop his thighs, a whine leaving you as you could no longer grind against his thigh.

Rough hands on your hips centred you across him, licking over his lips to bite down on his lower lip as he pushed you down against the bulge in his sweats, a quick breath expelled as you did, and his eyes seemed to darken even further, twinkling in the low light pouring in from the corridor.

One arm wrapped around your waist to support you as you leaned back from him, a grunt spilling out as you pressed down harder into him, his cock throbbing through the material against your centre. As you flicked on the lamp, warm light flooded over the room, lighting it up enough for you to see one another, casting shadows over you both that sharpened his features, catching the golden flecks within his eyes as he looked at you.

“Do you feel what you do to me, angel? Pretty lady in my lap, all dolled up in lace. You’re incredible.”

“You have the same effect on me, don’t you worry.” You whispered, leaning in to catch his lips with your own again in a slower kiss. He was holding you to him tightly, mouth working with yours in the slow rhythms that you set, perfectly willing to take all the time in the world, because you had nowhere else to be except right here, with one another. Tracing your tongue song his lip, he let out a soft sound as he parted his lips for you, head twisting to the side so that he could dip into you a little further, tongue exploring your mouth as though he’d never kissed you in such a way before, butterflies rising in your stomach at the delicate way in which he held you.

Tugging at the hem of his shirt, you inched it up along his body, legs tightening around him to hold yourself steady as his arms raised over his head to let you strip it away, before he was peeling the lingerie from your body down, letting it pool around your waist as his shirt fell away from your hands to the floor, discarded for the time being. The second your upper body was able to him, you were being laid back into the bedding, letting him follow after, your head resting a month the pillows, hands on his cheeks to hold his kiss to you, legs wrapping around him as you did.

Fingers inched along your body, the muscles in your stomach fluttering as he did, until they were slipping under the fabric, pushing the crotch of your panties aside to tease a finger through your slick folds. His lips twisted up against your own, a smile that was borderline a smirk against your lips, and his forehead met your own as he pulled back.

“I love knowing I can get you like this.” His lips still brushed against yours as he spoke, a single digit slipping into your entrance, and you arched up into him as the pad brushed along your walls slowly. He set a steady pace, picking up speed as he went, your jaw dropping a little, breath shared between you both as he moved.

He was taking his time, what you had expected would be fast and rough was turning out to be slow and passionate. You’d expected him to take one look at you in the pretty little number he’d bought you and almost tear it right off of you, to fuck you senseless until you were tearing up his back and screaming out loud enough that you’d bother the neighbours if the houses were connected, but instead, you were getting a night of lovemaking and torturous teasing.

A second finger prodded at your entrance, slipping into you with ease as your slick coated his fingers, arousal flowing from you without difficulty, and a cry of his name was dragged for your lips the second he crooked them while buried deep within you. “That’s right, baby. Call my name.”

“Tommy, please, stop teasing me!”

“Tell me what you want, baby love.” He pecked your lips sweetly as you whimpered, fingers slowing even more within you, deep and penetrating movements each time, though, your breath shallow in your lungs as your head began to spin and stomach began to tighten. “Use your words, pretty girl.”

The way his voice had twisted into something a little darker, something condescending that made you cry out, because it was just enough to leave you desperate and gasping as he dominated over you. “More. Faster, harder, anything, I just need more.”

“Yeah? I can do that for you.” He scissored his fingers as he pulled out, stretching your entrance to warm you up, that delicious burn creating a dull ache that was chased away by pure lust, your body shaking as he plunged his fingers back into you. He took it up, doing just as you’d asked, your eyes rolling back into your head with every subtle scrape of his blunt nails against your wall as he fucked your roughly onto his fingers, a filthy sound filling the room as he worked, your hips rocking up into his palm as you tried to meet his motions, clit rubbing against his palm through the layers of bunched up and pushed aside materials that blocked your entrance form him. “Feel you squeezin’ my fingers, angel, so tight. Just like you do when you’re wrapped around my cock. You want that?”

“Yes, yes, I do! Please!”

You could barely form words, the looming climax that was hanging over your head was making you dizzy, and he chuckled, kissing at your jaw, sucking what would become a dark bruise onto the hinge of your jaw, licking wetly over it once he was finished, and blowing cool breath over the wet patch, watching you tremble underneath him. “Tell me what you want, pretty baby. Use your words, or have I fucked you stupid, already?”

A growl on your lips, despite the fact that you’d never speak up, because every time he took on this kind of personality with you it drove you insane, and so you leaned dup inside, catching his lower lip in your teeth and tugging a little, a much louder and more threatening growl in return. His motions stilled, fingers buried deep inside of you, pads pushed up against your g-spot, the pressure making your entire body twitch and tremble at the stimulation, gasping out in need as you groaned.

“I said, use your words, not get sassy with me.”

“You stopped, don’t stop. I’m close, Tommy.” Your fingers brushed over his wrist, trying to get him to move, but he tutted, shaking his head, the tip of his nose brushing over yours.

“Use your words, honey, and you can have whatever you want.” He pulled his fingers out of you, a dirty sound following, and you cried out in distaste, before he was sucking on his fingers, and watching you carefully.

Heat flushed over your face as you watched him, tongue lapping at his fingers noisily as he cleaned them of your arousal, waiting for you to speak up with what you wanted, and you had to force yourself past your shyness, watching his eager enthusiasm as he stared you down, brows raised and waiting with a sultry look on his face. Kneeling back, he settled between your parted thighs, one finger snapping the soaked lace back into place over your folds, and your body jerked at the sting, legs snapping shut as a short but loud moan sounded from you as he did.

He grinned as he felt your thighs clamp around him a little, large hands smoothing up over your legs, undoing the clips that were holding up your stockings, eyes fixed on yours as he moved, in no hurry.

“Tommy..”

“Yes, my love? You got something to say to me?”

You pushed up on your hands, propping yourself up before him, and his eyes dropped down to the swell of your tits momentarily, caught in awe momentarily, and the confidence it gave you rushed through your body. “I want you to fuck me, Tommy. Fast and rough, real good, like I know you can. Make me scream, Thomas.”

“See? Now that wasn’t that hard, was it?” His hands hooked into the rest of the fabric, yanking it down your hips and off of your body, throwing it away to the floor. Calloused palms landed on your knees, pushing your thighs apart, and your body collapsed back into the bedding. “That’s all you had to say.”

You sneered a little, jumping as he pinched at the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh, before he was standing from the bed, palming at his evident erection through the worn thin cotton of his sweats, a slight wet mark forming on the front of his pants from the precum dribbling from his cock, before he was pushing them away down his legs. They pooled at his ankles, kicked away, and you reached out to him, curling a finger as you beckoned him closer to you.

Instead, he caught your hand, pulling your hand in towards him a little and curling your fingers around his length, a breathy sigh leaving him as you took the hint and pumped him slowly. Swiping the pad of your thumb over his head, he hissed a little as you brushed across the slit on his cock, collecting up the wetness that was beading there, and pulling your hand away, sucking the digit between your lips as he watched through half-lidded eyes.

Rolling down onto the bed beside you, the mattress dipped under his weight, bounding you up into his body, and he took your momentarily elevated height as an opportunity to press a rough kiss to your lips, one hand tangling in your hair. The taste of your own essence was spread to your lips, matching the salty taste of his arousal still lingering along your lips, making everything seem even more erotic.

Lining himself up, you felt him gasp into your mouth as he sank into your awaiting heat, your breath forced from your lungs as you felt him stretch you out in a way that had always worked so perfectly, the two of you syncing up in perfect harmony just the way you always did, his cock sitting snugly between your walls. He filled you up, a delicious friction with every ridge within you that dragged against him, every pulse he made making you pulse around him, a connection so deep and intimate that it made you flush every single time it happened.

One of your hands sat on his shoulders, the other weaving into his hair to scratch at his scalp lightly. “Kiss me, Thomas.”

“Thought you wanted me to make you scream?” He whispered, leaning down enough to catch your lips with his, not waiting for your response, soft kisses that seemed completely fractured from the moment, out of place or wrong, and yet completely and utterly right. Drags of lips over your own, making your racing heart skip a beat on your chest at the tenderness of the way he held you, your hand tightening in his hair until he groaned a little as you tugged on the strands, and your lips were stinging a little when he pulled back, his own red and swollen to match.

“I do want that, I just wanted some lovin’ first.”

“I'm always lovin’ on you, baby.” He smiled, stealing a final kiss from your lips, before he was pulling out, every inch of him dragging over your inner walls, pausing for only a second to prolong your sensual suffering, before he was slamming into you. A rough thrust that made every nerve within you light up, and you barely had time to process your own thoughts, to take a breath or cry out his name, before he was repeating the action.

The hand in his hair twisted even tighter, pulling on the soft strands as you held onto him, trying to ground yourself down to the earth. Every time together and you feel like you were floating in the clouds, reaching heaven with every thrust he delivered. The telltale signs of another climax were beginning to show, the coil in your stomach tightening and your body was lighting up with fire.

Cupping his face, your thumb smoothed over his cheek, feeling him lean into you, before he was slowing down for only a second in order to pull your hand down pinning it to the bed and lacing his fingers with your own. The tip of his cock was pressing up to the sweet spot inside of you, your back arching up, sweat beading along his skin with the speed of which he was filling you up, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. “You’re always so damn tight, honey. Love the way you feel.”

You could only nod, the stretch of him tucked within you making every thought in your head seem to evaporate, and your hand slipped along his shoulder to his back. Nails digging into pale flesh, tearing tracks in mole-speckles skin that would show up red and raw, and he pressed up into your touch, the slightly biting pain being something that you knew he loved, especially when he really wanted to go wild. A deep noise in his throat, something between a groan and a growl, before he was pulling back, both hands slipping down your body.

He started at your chest, large hands cupping around and plump tits in his hands, groping tightly until you keened up into him with a whine, your hips rolling to meet his movements as he kept them going. You could barely breathe, the weight of your oncoming peak was crushing you, while burning you from the inside out and as though he had sensed it, he slowed down, barely moving now, letting you fuck yourself against him as you tried to coax him into action, but it was of no use.

Dipping down, he caught one stuff nipple between his teeth, a light nip that made you cry out, a sound that was high-pitched and sharp as your head spun, sense and focus fading away as your vision grew fuzzy, walls clamping around him. His mouth closed further over your breast, sucking the supple flesh into his mouth, teeth grazing soft skin as his tongue lapped leisurely at the buds that were standing taut for him, and he knew exactly how to press all of your buttons, years of experience working well for him. The other hand furthered your pleasure by toying with the mound on the other side of your chest, skilled fingers tugging and taunting until you couldn't take it anymore.

Your second orgasm of the night, spurred on simply by his obsession with your breasts, and yet it hadn't been the first time he would make you come simply by playing with them, and it wouldn't be the last.

“So reactive for me, sweetheart. How do you feel, hm?”

He pulled away, chin and cheeks a little shin from his own spit, a cold breeze sweeping over your chest, and he dipped down, giving the other the same treatment, without quite as much ferocity, and you could barely form words as you tried to reply, to tell him how good he always made you feel, but there wasn’t any competent ability left within you.

“Oh, have I fucked all the sense out of your pretty little head, huh?” You could only nod, watching as his ego inflated a little more before your very sights, his eyes sparkling with mischief and chest puffing out. One hand dragged along your stomach as he sat back fully, fingers spreading out across your stomach, his gaze following, and you grinned, watching as he did so. “How about I fuck something into you, huh?”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He bit down on his lip, his cock pulsing within you, and you longed to know just what kind of images were going through his head that had garnered a reaction like that, and soon, his mouth was opening to spill it all to you, without you even needing to ask; “Thinkin’ ‘bout how pretty you’d look all swelled up with my baby in you, tits getting bigger, ready to feed our kid. Prettiest mom on the whole damn block, you’d be. All mine, making our family, one of these next Christmases, maybe they’ll be little feet wandering around, or you’ll be all around, ready to pop, give me a son or daughter, huh?”

“That what you want? You wanna’ put a baby in here, huh?” For emphasis, you squeezed around him, a threatening sound making itself known as a warning glare was mixed upon you, one that only fueled the inferno raging within you as you teetered on the building of your next peak. “Big talk, think you can live up to the hype? Been months now, you still haven’t knocked me up, Tommy. Better get to it.”

“You’re circling dangerous ground, baby. Better watch your fuckin’ mouth.” He hissed, leaning back over you, a dark look stitching into his features and you shrugged, trying to calm your heart as it threatened to break your ribs and burst right out of your chest.

“I don’t know, I’m just saying. Maybe, you’re not fucking me good enough.”

“Oh, I’m gonna’ show you who fucks good enough. I don’t want you to be able to walk or talk after this, I want your throat so torn up your attitude is kept inside.” Red flushed along his face, right down to his neck, and excitement was bursting through your body. With rough hands on your hips that would leave dotted bruises on your flesh come morning, you were flipped over, your stomach pressing into the bedding.

You gasped, his hands smoothing up along your back, before he was leaning over you, dripping and wet cock pressed to your thigh as he pinned you down to the bed. Hot breath washed over your cheek, before he was biting lightly on your earlobe, the bed dipping on either side of you as he knelt over you, and you pushed back into him. Rolling your hips up, he growled a little, pressing you back down into the bed even more.

“Behave, sweetheart, or I’m not letting you come until you’re crying for it.”

You stilled, going stiff at the simple threat, and he chuckled, pressing a wet kiss to the back of your shoulder, hands tracing up along your arms as he trusted you to keep them in place. Settling behind you, a loud smack was placed to your ass, the skin stinging deliciously as the patch flared up with heat, feeling him palm at the patch as he soothed it over a little, a yelp tearing from you when he repeated the action on the opposite side without warning, and you bit down on your lip just to muffle the sounds.

Your hips were pulled up, before hands on your shoulders were following, pulling you up until you were kneeling before him, a hand smoothing around your waist. He patted lightly at your stomach, rubbing over it carefully. His hands then dipped further down, two fingers parting your folds, rubbing lightly at the button nestled between your thighs, and your hips jumped up into his hand, a shaky sound emitted from you.

“C’mon, Tommy, it’s Christmas. Stop teasing me.”

“Okay, sweetheart, since you asked so nicely.” He mumbled, fingers dragging up your body, wet trails of your own arousal left on your skin, before he was slipping them between your lips. You sucked tightly, the taste of your own slick covering your tongue as you lapped at the digits, cleaning them off as he hummed happily into your ear, chin hooked over your shoulder. Your hand slipped down between your bodies, lining him up behind you, before he was easing into you.

His groan in your ear was drowned out by the loud mewls that you let out, fluttering and overly sensitive walls welcoming him back, gripping onto him tightly as he sank his full length within you. The second he was within you, his fingers were leaving your mouth, pushing you back down until your cheek was flush to the bedding, fingers digging into the blanket and nails threatening to tear at it as he wasted no time.

Hips snapping into your own, a bruising pace that would leave you with that ache between your thighs that always made you shake in the morning to follow as you remembered the way that he’d fucked you into oblivion. The sounds you were making were sure to be echoing off of every wall in the house, your throat raw, and you pushed back into him each time, trying to meet his motions, but the pace he was setting was far too fast, and your movements were sloppy in comparison. Your chest was tightening, every muscle in your body going stiff, and your fingers became fists as you tried to hold out a little longer, to not give in as quickly as you thought you might.

You could feel him nearing his edge, the husk of his voice getting a little deeper, cracking each time he edged closer to his own orgasm, his cock throbbing within your walls as he fucked you into the bed. One hand tangled in your hair, tugging at the roots as he pulled back your head, screams loud and uninterrupted for him to hear.

“That’s right, baby, nice and loud.” He tugged you back even further, a sharp cry in pain that made everything go into overdrive, before your back was pressing to his chest. One hand came to seal around your throat. Squeezing lightly, your noises cut off, going silent in your throat as your vision spotted. “Tell me again, baby, who doesn’t fuck you good enough?”

Your mouth opened again, no sounds coming out, simple squeals as he loosened his grip a little. The other hand was on your waist, gripping so hard that the area was beginning to tingle, blunt nails pressing into your skin, and your climax began washing over you. Your jaw going slack, your eyes rolled back as your head sat on his shoulder, and your screams had gone completely silent as white heat shot through your body. Every nerve lit up in your body, like fireworks going off in your core. He didn’t stop there, fingers slipping down to rub at your clit, your body jerking in his grip as broken gasps spilt out.

Sparks ran all along your body, tears lining your eyes as he abused the bud with his rapid-paced motions, and a scream tore from you as that same climax became doubly as strong, bliss taking you over as you felt boneless. He didn’t let up, not until your cheeks were wet and you were going limp in his arms, legs slick from your gushing arousal. When you couldn't take it anymore, crying in his grasp, he let you go, your entire body quivering while you settled on the mattress. His cock slipped from you for only a second as you were turned over in his arms.

He all but collapsed down on top of you, face pressed into your neck, chest pressed up to yours and you could feel his heart thudding against his chest and straight through to your own. With a few final thrusts, weak and desperate, he stiffened, ribbons of hot cum pumping out with your walls, making you whimper just at the feeling that would never be anything other than otherworldly bliss as he filled you to the brim.

“Fucking hell, I’ll never get used to that.” He mumbled, words muffled by where he was still pressed up against you, nose nuzzling into your hair, and your arms wrapped around him. He hissed a little, feeling your fingers smoothing along his body and brushing over the raw rips along his flesh, made by your nails in the heat of pleasure.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s hot as hell.” He teased, making to roll over when he felt you trying to laugh underneath him, and you squeaked as he took you with him, rolling your exhausted body up and on top of him. His hands found your hips, holding you down firmly onto him when you wiggled back towards the bedding. “Where do you think you’re going, huh?”

“Preferably onto the cool blankets. I love you, but you’re hot and sweaty, and so am I.” You mumbled, pressing yourself up over him, and his hands ran up and down your sides lightly, shrugging as he did. His hair was messy, skin flushed and shining with sweat, accompanied by swollen lips, looking like pure sin as he lounged beneath you.

“Nuh-uh, angel. I told you I was going to fuck a baby into you, and we’re not letting a drop go. Stay right where you are, keepin’ my cock nice and warm, and keeping you full of cum.” As if to emphasise his point, he tugged you down into him, and you chuckled as you found yourself leaning against a slightly sticky shoulder, nails scratching at the hairs on his chest as you tried to catch your breath properly. “Guess I gave you another kind of white Christmas, huh?”

You couldn’t contain your laughs, your body shaking a little above him as the pair of you snickered at his joke, yours out of exhausted embarrassment and his out of genuine humour and pride. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it.”

“Hm, I didn’t marry you for your bad jokes, they were just an addition that I got burdened with.” You teased, a light spank landing on your ass, before both hands were settling on your cheeks, squeezing lightly, before he was jiggling gently, entertaining himself with those basic actions, your cheeks heating up and eyes rolling a little. “Having fun there?”

“A lot, actually. I love your ass.”

“Yes, well, not that I’m not used to it, but how long do you want me to lay here?” You mumbled, hand smoothing out over his chest, slipping around to sit on his side over his ribs instead, and snuggling down a little more to get comfortable.

“Just ‘til you’re pregnant.”

“Oh, great.” You teased, finding him puffing his chest up underneath of you, one of your fingers ping at his chest. “Excited to be a daddy?”

His half-hard cock twitched within you interestedly, and he groaned. “Don’t you dare ruin that word for me.”

“Which word?” You mused, one hand on his cheek, kissing along his stubbled jaw, up to his ear, licking lightly at the shell as he trembled under your touch. “Do you mean ‘daddy’?”

“Baby, please, stop it!” He whined a little, and you hummed, before pressing back a little along him, his length hardening with you as your hips rocked back into his own. He grunted, hold tightening on your body, but never stopping you, letting you rock back into him. Your clit was pressed up to his pelvis from this angle, a perfect friction for every grind, and he whined a little when you propped yourself up even more.

Nails digging into his chest, he stared up at you, tits bouncing and skin glowing in the dull light of the room, hair messy to match his, and you felt beautiful under his stare, watching as he licked at his lips, jaw gaping and eyes scanning along your body.

He eventually settled on the place where the two of you were connected, the simple rolls of your hips becoming more, as you settled into your position of riding his cock, bouncing up and down along his length, and beads of creamy cum leaked from you as you did. You could feel it, the mixtures of both of your arousals leaking from your body, a stick messy dotting the dark hairs curled at his base, before he was reaching a hand down, thumb pressing loosely to your clit, making bored motions as his other hand reached out.

You knew exactly what he wanted, the way his lips puckered, hips thrusting up to meet yours as he grew lazy underneath you, his eyes hooded and dark, a smirk on his lips, before he was bringing your mouth down to his.

Sloppy kisses that barely met the mark as such, his teeth dragging over your lips, tongues clashing and tangling together in wet knots as you moaned into his mouth, sounds quietened by one another as the sounds of teenage-style making out filled the room instead.

It was messy, and filthy, and completely effortless, but as you shook above him, a much lighter climax washing through your body, the final bit of energy that you had being spent, he chased after you, giving you what last he had, until it was dribbling out of you.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” He whispered, never letting up on his kisses, rolling you over a little as you tried to pull away to catch your breath, his mouth following in an unceasing assault against your own, giggles filling the air as he did. One leg hooked over his hip, the other flattening out, and he let you lay down at last. Pushing him away with one hand, he finally did as told, cock slipping from you, making out whimper a little at the soreness you craved finally being present, and you tried to roll away from the bed.

He reached out, with no energy left, his hand coming into contact with the bedding instead as you stood up. His eyes follow you though, a ridiculous boasting look glimmering in them as he watched his cum drip down your skin, barely being properly cleaned up by the handfuls of tissues you used.

You hadn't even made it two steps away from the bed, before he was reaching out, yanking you back down into the bed beside him, so that he could lay his head across your chest and wrap you up in his arms.

“Tommy, let me up.” You giggled, poking at the man who was half splayed out across you, the covers pulled up loosely over your bodies, pooled around his waist, and he grunted with discontent when your fingers stopped running along his back, nails dragging at his skin soothingly, to instead push at his shoulders. “Thomas!”

“Mh, no. I’m comfy, you’re warm.” His words were whispered, eyes fluttering a little, and you groaned, using all the strength you had to push him off of you and roll him over, placing a pillow to his chest as he reached out to latch onto you. He cracked an eye open when he felt the bed dip, watching as you edged toward the door, feet hitting the ground. “Where’re y’ goin’?”

“I love it when you get clingy and sleepy.” You teased, leaning back down to peck his lips, before making your way to the drawers, grabbing some fresh clothes for yourself, he made a grabbing motion at you, snatching loosely at the clothes you threw to him, catching none of them as they scattered around the messed up bedding around him, and his hand fell back down to the covers. “I have one more present for you.”

“I thought we did all the presents.” He sounded strained, sitting up as you pulled on a robe, tying it at the waist to keep the chill away, and shrugging a shirt onto his shoulders, a tremble running along him in the chill, before reaching for his boxers, watching you inquisitively.

“Well, I had one more. I wanted to do it with our friends, but we didn’t get to, and this gift just wouldn't be the same over the camera. We can tell them at New Years.”

“What does that mean?” There was a playful curiosity in his voice now, and you winked, backing out of the door, and making your way through to the bathroom, and into the cabinet where you kept all of your feminine products, a place Thomas only ever entered upon your request, to retrieve the secret little bag stuffed with wrapping paper that lay within. “Baby, what does that mean?”

“Have some patience!” You yelled back, wiping up a packet of tissues as you went, before padding back along the cool floorboards to the warmed carpet of the bedroom, jiggling it a little at him. He was sitting up now, rubbing at his eyes as he tried to shake himself awake, and you moved to kneel beside his legs, clutching onto it and placing the tissues down onto the bed beside you.

“Is it messy?”

“What?”

He took the package, ribbon on top sealing it shut, and he nodded his head to the packet you’d put down. “The tissues; is it messy? Oh, is it flavoured condoms?” He smirked, your jaw dropping a little as you laughed.

“Would you want to open a packet of flavoured condoms in front of your friends at Christmas Day dinner?”

He cringed, shaking his head. “Okay, you got me. I’m at a loss. Can I open it?”

You nodded, thumb flicking under the packet of the tissues to open them up, watching as he nimbly undid the ribbons, and you pulled one of the soft, folded papers out. Parting the sides of the bag, he stared inside, a single object sitting within, and he squinted at it for a moment as he tried to decipher what he was holding, and what exactly it was said, before his eyes widened.

He flipped it over in his hands, holding it carefully now within two fingers, dropped jaw and watering eyes, before finally looking up to you. “You win.”

“Told you I would.”

“You win this year, you win next year, you just won every Christmas for the rest of our lives.”

“I know.” You teased, watching as a tear dropped from his eye, wiping it away gently, and he trembled a little, bringing his hand up to your wrist to pull your hand away from his face, tugging you in closer.

“It’s real?”

“You think I’d fake it?” You joked, your own eyes watering, and he let out a breathless and shaky laugh.

“And you’re totally sure?”

“I had an appointment the other week to confirm it, they called a few days ago. One hundred percent positive.” He was crying again, snatching the tissues from your hand to instead pull you closer, a needy kiss pressed to your lips, as he tried to calm himself down, to bring himself to earth, and wet cheeks slid against your own, a smile on his lips despite trying to kiss you.

“I’m going to be a dad?”

“Yeah, baby. This is the start of our family.” He pushed you back, rolling you into the bedding as the packaging and gifts were discarded. He pecked your lips one final time, before he was tugging at the knots on the front of your robe and lifting your shirt, hands pressing over your stomach lightly.

His fingers were smoothing over your skin, featherlight touches, complete awe on his face as he stared down at your torso, and he grinned widely, dipping down to kiss at your navel lightly. “I love you so much, little one. I already know you’ll be amazing.”

“It’s about the size of  a grain of rice right now, Tommy.” You laughed a little as his hands smoothed around to your sides, cheek pressing to your stomach as he laid down, and your fingers wove into his hair lightly.

“I don’t care, I love them. Boy or girl, whoever they become, they’re perfect.”

“Merry Christmas, Thomas.” You whispered, his eyes meeting yours, chin balanced on your flesh, and he smiled, a kind of content softness that only you ever got to see.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” He turned back, nose nuzzling at your stomach. “And, Merry Christmas to you, little one.”

[orionwhispers]

are you taking requests right now? if yes can i request a rainy night in cuddling and just wholesome fluff with tommy

(A/N - I was in the middle of a full on Tommy imagine when i got this request, it was so cute I had to write it asap. Defy not my best work but I enjoyed writing it so i hope u like it. just a lil something until i can finish my main stuff ly )

It’s a summer storm.

The rain pelts against the windows like stray bullets and you stretch your fingers against the cool glass, smiling softly at the handprint left behind.

The air had been muggy, sticking to your skin like second hand smoke but now it’s cooler, dancing across your bare flesh . The manor was empty, despite their protests you had sent the maids and cooks home, and sat comfortably in your own silence. You knew Tommy would protest at the idea of you alone, overprotective and paranoid about those who lurked in the shadows, but you enjoyed the quiet.

You had no idea of the time. Had only lit a handful of candles that glowed amber throughout the hallways, the only other source of light the full moon that followed you overhead. You couldn’t sleep. Your bed felt empty, cold and deserted, and you had tossed and turned for hours, aching for some kind of comfort.

When you missed him, it took over your whole body like a fever. You became subservient to your wandering mind, terrified of whatever situation your subconscious would conjure up. So you would fight to stay awake, challenging your over imaginative mind. You had cleaned the already sparkling crockery until your cuticles tore, had flicked aimlessly through a handful of novels you had been meaning to read, and had drank three full cups of honey sweetened tea, to no avail. So you took refuge at the top of the stairs, blanket cradled around your shoulders, chasing the rain with your fingertips like a child.

You knew he missed you too.

The night before he had left, he had cradled you close, taking in your sweet smell and the warmth of your body beside him. It was the thought of you that would keep him grounded whilst he was away for business, imagining returning home the only thing giving him a level head, helping him keep his cool. He despised leaving you, that hollow ache forming in the pit of his stomach whenever you were apart, terrified of the unknown and longing for the feel of you against him, only feeling whole with you by his side.

Thunder crackled outside, and the noise tore through the house, the paintings on the walls shaking softly. You hunched down further under your cover like it was a shield, letting the heat engulf you like a fire, warmth and comforting against the icy air. You were deep in your thoughts, watching droplets slide down the glass before you heard movement outside, making your ears prick up like a hounds.

You hesitated, heart thumping in your chest, as the gravel that Tommy insisted buying to alert you of any intruders, crunched and crackled loudly. You thought about grabbing a candle stick to ward off any potential attackers, but before you could move, you heard the heavy door whine on its hinges, salty cold air whipping through the hallway as a figure stepped inside.

You immediately calmed however, at the heartwarming sight of the familiar peaked cap and long black coat. Even amongst the ebony darkness surrounding him, he still took your breath away. He was dripping with water, pulling his hat away from his tousled curls and shaking the droplets from his frame, he hadn’t noticed you yet, so you took your time admiring him. You watched him move against the night, collected and calm like a panther, every step purposeful and determined.

“You’re back.”

His head snapped up, hard eyes softening at the mere sight of you, a small smile dancing on the edge of his lips, relief practically dripping from his shoulder like the rain from seeing you.

“Why are you up, eh? It’s late.”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

He watches you. Wanting nothing more than to wrap you up in his arms and drag you to bed, but instead he relishes in the rare moment of solitude you have together.

“Right, well why didn’t you wake Mary?”

Barely a second passes and you can tell he’s twigged, creases forming across his forehead and his mouth opening from exasperation.

“(Y/N).” He starts, his tone scalding you like hot water, but you merely roll your eyes at your husband, looking at him through your eyelashes in a playful attempt to disarm him.

“They’ve been watching me like hawks for the last week, Tom. I’ve barely had a second to myself.”

He hesitates, hating the fact that you didn’t feel comfortable whilst he was gone, wishing he had been there for you. “You know I don’t like you being alone.”  His accent is thicker, every time you’re apart you forget how deep his voice can get, and it trickles over you like water.

“Well, I’m not alone anymore am I?” You respond coyly.

The grandfather clock chimes softly, and shadows move across the floor like ballerinas. You look at his beautiful face under the soft light, rising to your feet and wrapping the blanket around your shoulder like it’s a cape. The sight of you melts him like butter, and he allows a rare grin to grace his features, striding along the floor to approach you.

“Come here.” He murmurs, finally reaching you, his arms snaking across your waist and pulling you close. You fall effortlessly into him, clinging to him like a child, desperate to have him attached to you. He buries his head into your hair, fingers gripping into your skin as if he’s terrified you’ll disappear.

After a moment, he places two strong hands either side of your face, leaning in and kissing you passionately and you drown in his recognisable smell of tobacco and mint. You connect like magnets, tangling together so perfectly, your pulses synced. He’s drugged by the familiar taste of you, like an addict desperate for another hit he opens his mouth wider, desperate for as much as you as he can swallow. You’re intoxicating.

Calloused fingers stroke the pads of your cheeks as he pulls away, much too soon for either of your likings, but he needs a moment to take you in, any bad thoughts slipping away as he looks at you. Staring at you with those sea glass coloured eyes you adore, he frowns at the sight of your exhausted skin, the matching deep marks under your eyes and the lacklustre colour of your cheeks, usually so vibrant and bright. He’s missed you so much that the animalistic part of him is desperate to take you then and there, frantic for the feel of you underneath him that he craves terribly. But instead, his heart tugs at your broken state, knowing all too well his absence is the cause of your restlessness and he stares you down playfully, his stern voice returning as he orders,

“You. Bed. Now.”

Satin sheets caress your skin and the room smells like lavender and vanilla but none of it compares to the warmth and comfort you get from your husband lying next to you. The rain is louder now, thrashing against the windows, lighting striking the sky every few minutes, illuminating your bodies. His fingertips trail along your skin, he’s a man of few words but you can understand everything he doesn’t say in these moments. Feeling the love radiate off your gangster as he sits next to you, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hair tousled and unkempt. Your eyelids are growing heavy, but you can’t resist toying with him some more.

“Tommy?”

“Hm?” He asks, tangling his fingers into your hair, massaging your scalp gently.

“I thought you weren't supposed to be home till Monday?” You rest your head on his lower stomach, smiling at him despite the tiredness that aches under your skin, “I thought you had that meeting, you know? The one in London?” He doesn't respond, his fingers tightening their grip on your locks, and you smile widely, burying your chin into the cotton of his shirt. “You came home because of me didn’t you?” You tease, “Because you missed me so much.”

He rolls his eyes, looking at you from under hooded eyelids, clouded with love and lust and sleep. He doesn’t need to say anything and you’ll know the answer, you’re his weakness, just like he’s yours.

“I don’t know why, all you do is bloody bully me.” He replies, pressing a lingering kiss onto the top of your head, a smile gathering at the corner of his mouth. He traces patterns along the edge of your thigh, dazed by the skin peeking out from under your blush coloured nightgown. He whispers gently into your ear as you finally start to give into your exhaustion, breathing levelling out like the wind rustling through the trees beside your window. “Sleep now, alright? I’ll be right here when you wake up. I’m not going anywhere, not for a little while, anyway. Think we need some time alone, don’t you?”

In the morning you’ll awake to a thousand kisses along your bare skin. In the morning he’ll show you just how much he’s missed you, just how much he loves you, but that can wait, for now he’s more than happy to be beside you, next to the woman he adores, finally able to fall asleep.

[darling-clemmy]

Here Comes the Sun (do do do do) (ClemxLouis Fanfic)

Summary: Nobody likes the rain, especially Clementine and AJ, so Louis decides to do what he does best to cheer them up.

Genre: fluff, comfort, angst

Word Count: 1,691 words

A/N: has this idea been written before? i really don’t know. anyway, it’s 3 am when i’m finishing this so i hope you guys enjoy!

Cold water rushed through the gutters of Ericson’s Academy for Troubled Youth after pit-patting against the damaged roof. It pooled out into the courtyard, creating murky oceans dividing the picnic benches, perfect for stomping a old, worn boot into. After all, that was practically all one could do outside after days of downpour, especially a five year old boy who got bored and lonesome quickly.

AJ always woke up earlier than Clem, even on nice days, even on days which were perfect. It was different on rainy days, though, like the past few ones. AJ would wait and wait and wait and it seemed like she was never getting up. He could draw dozens of pictures using Tenn’s old art supplies, take multiple laps around the school, and practice his reading and vocabulary all in the hours before Clem woke up. Even when others woke up, all he wanted was for her to. Still, he tried to brush it off as an effect of her being a teenager or her amputation.

He sat on a windowsill in the music room, wedged between a bookcase and Louis’ piano, swinging his legs to kick the wall. His cheek was leant against the cool pane, which seemingly blocked out everything but the sounds of water hitting it. Which, for the boy, sucked, as he hated the sound of rain. It wasn’t calming, nor exciting, as all it truly did was remind him of him and Clem’s time on the road before Ericson. It reminded him of hunger, of cold, of fear.

“Hey, little dude.”

Louis’ voice snaps AJ’s lulling eyes open and over to the doorway where he stood. Surprisingly, he wasn’t wearing his signature coat, meaning he probably just woke up. AJ grinned once he saw the older boy. Even if he wanted Clem awake, Louis was fun, too.

“Hi, Louis!” He exclaimed, straightening his posture against the glass. “Is Clem awake?”

Louis walked over and sat down at the wooden piano bench, staying silent for a few moments. “Not yet, buddy. She, uh, she isn’t feeling too good right now.”

AJ’s face immediately fell into a mixture of confusion and worriedness. “What? Is she sick?”

“No, AJ, she’s okay,” Louis chuckled before saying, “She’s just been feeling a little sad lately. I’m not really sure why, but maybe a visit from you would help her.”

“But what if she’d rather just sleep?”

“Instead of hanging out with you? You’re, like, the coolest guy I know. Of course she’d rather hang with you!” Louis comforted, playing a random array of notes after which sent the child into a fit of giggles.

“Okay, okay! I’ll go wake her up,” AJ gave in. “Later, can you show me some more card tricks? Ruby was asking when I was gonna’ learn more.”

“Of course, little dude. Come find me when you and Clem are done.”

AJ nodded eagerly, a newfound smile plastered on his face, before sprinting off into the hallway. Louis watched the boy leave, making sure he was out of sight. Then, he stood up to start the search for what he came in the music room to find in the first place. A ukulele.

What Louis had told AJ was true—Clem had been feeling sad lately, but Louis knew he couldn’t tell the child why. The previous night, Clem, after much convincing, had finally spoken out about the millions of thoughts running through her mind.

“I’m not a good person, Lou,” Clem had whimpered, meeting his dark eyes. “I know you don’t think so, but you haven’t known me that long.”

“Clem, what’re you even talking about?” He asked, dumbfoundedly, taking a seat close to her on the bed.

“I’ve made so many mistakes, gotten so many people I love killed. I just don’t know how I keep moving on.” Clementine explained. “I’m just tired.”

Louis looked down at the hunched over girl wrapped up in a thin blanket, totally confused at how she could think so low of herself. In his mind, she was perfect, a mix between serious and fun, strong-minded and forgiving, confident and humble. All that and being out-of-this-world gorgeous? He was lucky to even be in her presence, much less be her boyfriend.

He wrapped an arm around the front of her torso, bringing her close to his chest, and placing his spare hand on her back. His lips were pressed between her ear and jaw, making her shiver slightly.

“You aren’t broken, Clem. Or a bad person or evil or-or undeserving of love.” Louis told her gently into her curls. “I love you. And I cannot imagine how my life—how any of our lives—would be without you in it.”

All she does in response is nod her head before lifting up her chin and nuzzling into his neck, peppering small kisses along it.

If Louis didn’t know he was in love with that girl already, then the feeling of her heartbeats next to his would’ve definitely convinced him. And Louis knew that nobody he loved, especially Clementine, should feel worthless.

He still felt that the next morning, when something Clem had told him weeks ago came back to his mind, sparking an idea to make her feel better. She told him that when she was little, her father would always play Here Comes the Sun on the ukulele when she was sad. Sometimes, even if she wasn’t upset, she’d still request him to play it, and of course he did. Louis couldn’t resist the plan to mimic her father’s actions.

After some rummaging around stacks of books and inside drawers, he finally found the ukulele, not even the length of his arm.Of course, it wasn’t the prettiest ukulele out there. It was severely out of tune, but he was surprised the nylon strings had stayed in-tact through all those years. The wood was scratched and peeling, revealing the base underneath, but as long as it played, that was good enough.

Quickly, the boy got to work plucking and tuning, plucking and tuning, until it seemed correct based off of his meek memories of what the little guitar was supposed to sound like. Soon after, he started strumming, attempting to match his vocals to the chords. It was hard enough to play by ear, but to play by just remembering the song was a whole different experience.

Finally, after probably over an hour of just figuring out the notes and repeating them, Louis thought he was ready to perform for Clem, and probably AJ, too. He swiftly stood up and started heading down towards their room, listing through the lyrics in his head. Once he reached the door, he took a deep breath and knocked.

It swung open, revealing the little boy, who looked happier than he had the past few days combined.

“Louis!” He beamed. “Sorry, I forgot to come find you.”

“That’s alright. I had some important business to take care of.” Louis hinted, turning the ukulele in his palm for the boy to see.

Fascination twisted in his face. “What’s that?”

“Well, how ‘bout I show you?” He answered, not waiting for a reply before walking into the room, seeing his favorite girl sitting on the bed, surrounded by paper.

She was already staring at him, sporting a smile which didn’t quite seem wide enough. “Hey, I wondered where you went this morning.”

He strutted over to the bed, sitting down on it so far his back was touching the wall. He explained, “I was planning a surprise. For you.”

Clem’s dark eyebrows furrowed together at his words while her eyes darted from his face to the familiar instrument in his lap. “What is it?”

AJ joined them, sitting down at the open space next to Clementine, still confused as ever.

Louis smirked and prepared his fingers on the fretboard, getting ready to pluck the first melody.

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun, and I say

It’s alright

As he grew more comfortable in what he was doing, he glanced up at her to observe her reaction. Recognizing the song, she grinned.

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces

Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun, and I say

It's all right

Louis briefly winked at her after this verse, realizing the coincidence of this song also referring to her as “darling.” He noticed her light blushing.

Strumming along the now simple chords, he neared the end of the song.

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun, and I say

It's all right

It's all right

He belted out the last chorus, especially exaggerating the last line, needing Clementine to know that everything was going to be okay.

As soon as his finger pad left the strings and the noise faded out, he glanced up to meet her eyes. They appeared to be more golden than ever, until he realized it was because she was close to crying.

Clementine didn’t waste anymore time, pushing the instrument out of the way to tightly embrace the boy she loved. His hands quickly met her spine, his fingers tracing up and down. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, his nerves finally cooling.

She pulled back, wiping away at her tear-ridden eye bags. Her hand moved up to his jaw with her thumb locked under his chin. “That was beautiful, Lou. Thank you.”

She smiled as she leant forward and shyly kissed his lips. If AJ wasn’t right next to them, she would have been a lot more passionate with it. She felt him grin wider against her mouth.

“Anything for you, darling,” he whispered once she pulled away, faces still only inches apart.

Suddenly, yellow rays shined in between the thick planks of wood nailed to the window. The family of three all looked over, more than happy to be met with the sun for the first time in what had felt like a century. The beams gathered on the hardwood floor and heated up the room, as if burning away every pain from the past.

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.

[papikakashikahn]

Jaebum/Serenity AU/ Request

Word Count: 4,378

This request is for @cutiepjy. Before you read, it’d be good to know that this relate’s to Jaebum’s song, Rainy. If you haven’t heard it before, I posted just the audio on my Tumblr, and the video is bellow this paragraph. Anyways, theres a part where he sings it (lol spoiler who?), and I put the English lyrics instead of the Korean obviously. Anyways though, just know it doesn’t rhyme. Other than that ENJOY. PS: To anyone just now reading this: Basically I have a list of 27 lyrics from several GOT7 songs. You can chose one or two, as well as a Member you’d like the request to be with, and dm me 😊. To read the forum click here! ANYWAYS! Hope you enjoy !!!

here’s rainy by Im Jaebum

se·ren·i·ty

/səˈrenədē/

noun

The state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled.

  Spring was one of your most favorite times of the year. The weather was always fairly nice, being neither too hot or cold. It was the season where love was in the air, and the world was becoming lively since it’s winter hibernation. But this spring, you had felt oddly the opposite of lively. You and your group had just debuted two months ago, and although it should have been an exciting time for you, you were absolutely exhausted. It felt like the days were passing by monotonously. Maybe it was the stress, maybe it was insomnia… maybe it was even both, but you couldn’t sleep at night for the past 3 weeks. And when you did, it was for only a few hours past 4 am, just to wake up at 7am the same morning for practice. You just felt ready to faint at any moment, and you knew that obviously wasn’t a good sign.

   There were so many things going on lately that could be the source of your stress. Other than your debut, your distant ex-boyfriend had suggested the two of you see “other people”. You expected to be stress-free after debuting, but that was certainly not the case.

  At the very moment, you were standing at a bus stop, in the rain. But you hadn’t really cared to bring an umbrella with you today. You had come from dance practice, waiting for the bus that took you straight to the dorm you shared with your members. You must have looked like an absolute idiot to anyone around you, but you couldn’t have care less. You were indifferent to everything around you, you were just so tired. It was almost as if you were in a never-ending dream state, and after awhile that just becomes depressing. You leaned your forehead on the cool metal of the stop sign beside you, imagining going home and taking a nap. In your head, it was the thing you wanted most. You imagined going home on a rainy afternoon, curling up with a heating pad and a blanket, and falling asleep for hours on end. You were so tired you thought you might just sleep on the bus. You yawned at the thought of it. Maybe you wouldn’t even make it on the bus, maybe you could just fall asleep against this pole right here, right now.

  “Y/N?” a familiar voice prodded.

  You noticed the rain had stopped pouring on you, which was strange because you could still hear it. Your eyes fluttered open slowly to see a close friend of yours was standing before you, holding an umbrella over you.

   “Jaebum!” you exclaimed confused as to why he was here, although you really were happy to see him.

   “What are you doing out in the rain without an umbrella?” he asked, concern laced in his voice.

   Jaebum was always so attentive to you. For the past 3 years, the two of you had been very close friends, but you hadn’t talked to him all too much lately. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to, in fact, you really enjoyed Jaebum's company. But really, you hadn’t talked to anyone lately because of your situation.

   You shrugged slightly, leaning your head back onto the pole.

   “I just got done with dance practice.” you explained to him simply.

  “Ah, no wonder you look so tired.” he observed with a laugh. You glared at him. I mean, sure you knew you hadn’t been having a great sleep schedule, but why’d he have to say it like that?

  He probably realized that what he had said might have came off as offensive as his eyes darted elsewhere. “Ahem, anyways how have you been? We haven’t talked lately...” he said, sounding slightly disappointed.

  “I’ve been better. Sorry… I haven’t been feeling so good lately.” you muttered while twiddling with your fingers. You felt Jaebum staring at you, in that kind of concerned way again.

  “Are you hungry?” Jaebum asked suddenly. You looked up automatically at the mention of food. “Ah-um- no I just ate actually.” you explained trying to give a forced smile. Just then, your stomach began to growl. The two of you both looked down at it.

   “...Your stomach says otherwise.” Jaebum stated slyly while pointing to it. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

Stupid stomach

  “I was heading to my studio, do you wanna come? I’ll make you ramen.” he suggested with one of his sheepish smiles. 

  ”Plus you could hear the song I’ve been working on! I’d really like your opinion on it actually...” he told you in an uncertain tone, while looking to the cement.

  There was no way in hell anyone could say no to Im Jaebum when he looked like THAT. And neither could you.

  You nodded your head simply, trailing beside him as he led the way.

  “So a new song you say?” you smirked, looking to him.

  His ears became red at the mention of it. 

  “I’ve been trying to write a song to show JYP, but all the ones I’ve already shown him, he’s shot down.” Jaebum explained with a sigh while rubbing the back of his neck.

  Your mouth naturally formed a pout at seeing how disappointed he looked.

  “It’s getting really frustrating if I’m being honest.” he sighed, twirling the handle of the umbrella. He then proceeded to look at you, slapping on a cheery smile.

  “But I have a really good feeling about this one I’m working on. It feels like my best work, I’m proud of it so far.” he confessed. You smiled at Jaebum as well. You thought he looked the most attractive when speaking about his songwriting. When Jaebum talked about his passions, it was almost so beautiful it could make you cry. His positive energy was refreshing.

  “I can’t wait to hear it.” you smiled at him genuinely.

  At first, you didn’t want to go to his studio with him, because right now you really didn’t have the energy to talk to anyone, but when you were with Jaebum you never felt tired. Jaebum was a great friend to you. Not only could he read you like a book, but when you were calm, he was energetic, and when you energetic, he was calm. In a sense, some could say you completed each other. Plus if Jaebum’s song DID turn out to be a hit, you wanted to be able to boast that you were one of the first ones to hear it.

   While reviewing this all in your head, you hadn’t even noticed you were about to walk right into someone. When you had looked up realizing there was someone right in front of you, you hadn’t had enough time to move out of the way. Thankfully though, Jaebum pulled your arm so that you were out of the man's way just in time. 

 After a moment you looked to Jaebum who was staring at you, with eyes full of concern.

  Jaebum was always such a gentleman. He was ever so cautious and thoughtful, especially over the small things, which was something you liked about him a lot. Just this time last year, you had a crush on him. You never diverged more into what the two of you’s relationship could be outside of friends, because just months later that spring, you had gotten a boyfriend. The odd thing was that when your ex-boyfriend had suggested you’d see other people, you hadn’t cried over it. You often questioned if that was even okay, considering you were with him for 7 months. Nevertheless, you had never gotten any confirmation if Jaebum liked you back. It was only a mere crush.   

  Then again, it was possible the two of you were just friends and your feelings were getting misconstrued. That happened often when you had guy friends ..,right?

   What was odd though, you thought, was just after he touched your arm just now you felt slightly more awake.

  You then proceeded to look to the side at Jaebum. His skin was tan and dewy, his jawline sharp, and his hair wavy from the rain. He had two beauty marks under his eye that were so perfect they looked like tattoos. It was no wonder he had so many fans. Jaebum was handsome as hell.

  Being too distracted admiring Jaebum’s perfect imperfections, you hadn’t noticed that your clumsy ass was about to walk into the street, when it wasn’t your turn to cross.

   Before you had gone too far, Jaebum pulled you back to him. Realizing this, you looked to Jaebum in shock, only to find him as in shock as well.

  His eyebrows furrowed together, trying to figure out why you were acting so oblivious to your surroundings...twice within 5 minutes. It was then that Jaebum probably realized there was something really wrong going on with you, and that it was more than you just not feeling well lately.

   Sighing yet again, he let go of your arm, the back of his hand grazing against yours. The rest of the way to JB’s private studio, you kept on looking from your hand to his, wondering if he was going to grabs yours, or if you should just grab his. Would that be too forward? Was that weird of friends to do?

  On arriving at the secluded alleyway where Jaebum’s private studio could be found, his hands dug in his pockets to find his keys, to which he used to unlock the gate. Allowing you to enter first politely, he then proceeded to close the gate behind the two of you. The both of walked down a shady flight of stairs to meet an orange door on the side of the building. Jaebum used the same set of keys to open this door as well.

   Stepping inside the studio, you were reminded of just how long it had been since you had visited. You had only been to JB’s private studio a few times before, but for some reason, it was even nicer to you now.

   “Did you change something about the place?” you asked him, having a look around. 

  “No, why?” he asked in response. You ran your fingers across his keyboard. “It just feels…” you turned around to face him. “More professional.” you smirked to him. 

  Jaebum looked you up and down.

  “No, It didn’t change much. Maybe it’s because you just haven’t been around lately.” he responded nonchalantly, sitting in his desk chair beside you. You narrowed your eyes at the seemingly shady comment, as he spun the chair around in a circle once or twice before turning to you, and giving you an innocent look.

  “...What?” he questioned staring at you like he didn’t know why you were glaring at him.

  You crossed your arms and walked over to his couch on the other side of the room. “I said I’m sorry, you don’t have to hold it against me ya know, making me feel guilty and shit.” you groaned, taking a seat.

  He studied you for a few seconds, before looking down at his phone.

“I’m just stating the facts. If you feel guilty about not visiting your best friend of 3 years for weeks, then that's on you, not me.” he declared before swiveling to face the computer. 

  You knew he could feel your glare on the back of his neck because he looked over his shoulder at you.

   “Yah! Best friends don’t give each other backhanded comments!” you exclaimed annoyed.

   “Best Friends don’t ignore each other for 3 weeks.” he responded without even looking at you.

   You rolled your eyes and flopped down on the couch, stretching your arms.

“I didn’t know you were one to hold grudges, Jaebummie.” you whined, turning to face the back of the couch, snuggled into it after feeling a sudden wave of tiredness come over you.

   “I’ll get over it. Anyways, do you wanna hear the song now or order food?” he asked you.

   When he got no response he repeated his question. “Y/N?” he questioned, turning around to find you asleep. He scoffed to himself. Did he bring you all the way here just for you to fall asleep? Jaebum rolled his eyes and got up. He was about to wake you up and nag at you some more, but when remembering just how tired you were at the bus stop, he refrained himself. 

  Not to mention you looked so peaceful sleeping, he didn’t want to disturb you. With a sigh, he walked into another room, and returned with a blanket he usually slept with when having an all-nighter. He placed it over you gently, smiling at how quick you fell asleep. He couldn’t help but stand and stare at you for a few seconds before he turned around and opened the window beside his desk. This way the room would be less stuffy. He then proceeded to sit in his swivel chair and work on his computer.

   When you woke up from your nap, you stretch and yawned, forgetting where you were to begin with. Your eyes shot open when you realized a few things.

 1.) That was the first time in weeks you had slept on a whim, and 2.) you were at Jaebum’s. 

  You rolled over in search of Jaebum, but instead you found a seemingly empty studio. Jaebum was not at his desk like he was before you took your nap.

  You yawned tiredly, scanning the room over. Slowly, your eyes landed on a few photos tapped onto the wall beside his keyboard. You stood up curiously and wandered over to it.

  There were several different photos. A lot were of the rain.

  You wondered why he had so many random pictures of the rain posted on his wall. Your eyes were then drawn to a photo of what seemed to be Yugyeom and Youngjae on a plane. You smiled to yourself. it made you happy that JB had great friends like Yugyeom and Youngjae, as well as the rest of GOT7, who loved and supported him.

You fingertips touched the polaroid, feeling slightly guilty for not being around recently. It was a privilege to be apart of Im Jaebum’s life, and lately you took that for granted.

   “You’re awake.” Jaebum’s voice wrang beside you, causing you to jump. 

  As you retreated your hand from the photo, tense, Jaebum couldn’t help but laugh at your reaction.

  In his hands, he held a box of chicken you assumed, as well as 2 bottles of beer. “I ordered chicken and beer for us.” he announced. You felt your mouth water at the mention of it.

  “How long was I asleep?” you asked, changing the subject. 

  “An hour or so.” he responded after setting the box down elsewhere. He made his way over to you and the pictures.

   You felt tense in his presence and guilty, almost like you were caught in the act of doing something bad...but you were only looking at pictures. Jaebum had this strange effect of making you second guess your every move.

   As Jaebum stood directly next to you, his broad shoulders only a few inches from yours, he stared at the pictures on the wall with you.

   “I took that picture of Yugyeom and Youngjae when we were going to Japan.” he explained. You smiled at it, then looking to Jaebum. 

  “I’m glad you have friends like Yugyeom and Youngjae. They’re definitely better best friends than me... that's for sure.” you laughed to yourself, but it came out more depressing then you intended. Jaebum looked at you out of the corner of his eyes, indifferently. You looked back at the photos.

   “Ahem… so… what're all the pictures of the rain for?” you asked him, trying to lighten the mood.

  “...Well pictures give me inspiration for my songs, the rain ones influenced the song I've most recently been working on.” he explained to you. You raised your eyebrows staring at them all. It was interesting his method of creating music… but why such a depressing thing as rain?

   “But… why rain? It’s so… sad.” you questioned, looking to him. There was something in the way Jaebum’s eyes flickered when he turned to you that caused you to shiver.

   “It’s best just to show you.” he stated simply. You raised your eyebrow at him as he walked past you to the keyboard.

   He then looked to you over his shoulder, and patted the empty space on the bench, as if to inviting you to sit down.

  Hesitantly, you sat in the spot he directed you to, as he stood over you. He leaned down, his hands grabbing a hold of yours.

Your body tensed again, as this was totally unexpected.

“Girl, just let me hold your hand.” Jaebum whispered to you.

His breath on your neck caused you to shiver, because of its warmth contrasting with the rain’s cold. It was good he was behind you so he wouldn’t have been able to see your blush.

   With his hands perfectly aligned with yours, he started to play on the keyboard, pushing down your fingers with his to play a few notes. He LITERALLY could play you like an instrument. But it was when we started singing that every hair on your body stood up.

  ‘Since I’ve been distant from you, for me it’s been rainy all the time

   Even if I have an umbrella to avoid it, It’s just a work in vain

   Can’t erase you, over you

   I know that this isn’t it but

   Even today by myself I’m constantly

   I love you I love you, alone

   No one, not even my friends can understand me

   This world is getting stained by rain

   I don’t know why I can’t let you go baby,

   I don’t know why I can’t forget you

   Your way of talking each and every way of your expression

   That’s left for me

   I can’t throw them away easily

   It’s raining again

   You (always)

   Make me depressed

   Think of you (always)

   It’s the same anyways

   Even if I think it will be okay

   The whole world is bruised all around

   The whole day Is gloomy

   The future that I see is no

   Over you

   I shouldn't be doing this

   But my heart, repeat it over again

   I love you I love you, alone’

  His voice became soft towards the end of the song. He sang it so well your eyes began to slightly water. You were at a loss for words.

  You didn’t even have to say anything, it was obvious what you were thinking when you looked at Jaebum, who was still hovering over you, his hands still overlaying yours.

  His face turned red as a result of just performing in front of you.

“That song is perfect.” you finally stated. He cleared his throat. “Thankyou.” he smiled.

  “Seriously, everything about it was perfect... the words, the chords, EVERYTHING Jaebum! Everything about it made me want to listen to it on repeat! It’s the first sad song I actually liked!” you exclaim excitedly.

“Thank you Y/N.” he repeated.

  You were truly in love with the song and you wanted to get that through his head.

  “Everything was thought of so well!!! The fact that the chords are sorta happy & jazzy, but they’re supporting the monotone lyrics!!!” you shouted. “I-It kinda reminded me of today.” you began.

  “A rainy spring day. It’s supposed to be a happy season, yet you’re not happy, you’re lonely… like a rainy day.” you nodded your head to yourself. “Your theme was perfect! I understand the pictures now.” you understood.

Turning your head back to him you had thought of something.

  “The lyrics talked about a one-sided love in the middle of spring...” you observed while studying Jaebum. “...I’m guessing this is about you?” you asked quietly.

  His eyes darted elsewhere as he stood up. You ignored the feeling of deprivation at the bottom of your heart because you were just too eager to hear his answer.

  Jaebum nodded his head.

  You sighed, looking back down to the keyboard. “We haven’t talked for 3 weeks and you’ve already been in a relationship AND got your heart broken?” you scoffed.

   You really missed a lot these past 3 weeks.

  “Jaebum, I’m so sorry I haven’t been there for you latl-” Jaebum’s loud snicker interrupted you of your serious apology.

  You snapped your head in his direction to find him laughing his ass off.

 “What is so funny!? I’m being serious Jaebum, I’m sorry!” you apologized. Jaebum still couldn't stop laughing though for whatever reason. In fact, he had his face in his hands, shaking his head.

  “What!?” you shouted at him, wanting to know what was oh-so funny.

  After he was somewhat finished with his laughing fit, he looked to you without saying anything.

  You blew a piece of hair out of your face in annoyance. “Who is this bitch you’re talking about anyways? You can’t fight her, but I will.” you affirmed, proceeding to crack your knuckles. You looked to Jaebum waiting for an answer, but all you could find was a smirk plastered on his face.

  “Who is it!!?? I need a name!” You exclaimed, waving your arms. Jaebum’s smile then faded, as he looked to the pictures on the wall again.

  “No one.” he muttered to you. You rolled your eyes at his response.

  “That's BS JB and you know it! Didn’t you say we’re best friends!??” you pleaded with him. Your pleads caused him to look at you out of the corner of his eyes, but with still no response. You stood up from the bench and touched his arm cautiously.

  “Best Friends don’t keep secrets from each other! You can tell me anything! Tell me!” you whined, trying to console with him, but he wouldn't budge.

  You looked to the ground guiltily. It was obvious he wasn’t going to tell you considering you hadn’t talked to him in 3 weeks. Why would he tell someone who doesn't seem to want to be in his life anyways, something so personal as heartbreak? You sighed understanding his silence now.

   “I understand now Jaebum, I’m really sorry I haven’t been around-” “It’s about you.” he interrupted.

   Your eyes darted up to meet his.

   “What?” you asked in shock. His eyes narrowed down at you, in a half-lidded type way. Slowly he pressed you against the side of the keyboard in one swift motion.

  “You heard me Y/N. The song is about YOU.” he repeated again. Your throat became dry at his sudden austere manner. It was hard to make eye contact with him when he was looking at you like that.

   “Why...why the hell would you write a sad love song about me!?!” you exclaimed defensively.

He still remained silently looking at you.

   “JAEBUM!” you shouted at him. Your yelling didn’t seem to phase him in the slightest.

   “ANSWER ME! I deserve answers at least!” You yelled. “YOU’RE the one who deserves an answer?” he scoffed. You ran your tongue over your teeth.     

  “YOU’RE THE ONE WHO DIDN’T TALK TO ME FOR 3 WEEKS! NO CALLS, NO TEXTS, NOTHING! What up with that!!??” he fumed, pressing you furthermore against the keyboard. One of your hands pushed down a few keys behind you, making a loud chime of notes. Thank god he bought soundproofing pads for the walls, or else someone would have definitely heard the two of you.

A shame the chicken was probably cold by now.

  You pointed your finger into his chest. “I DIDN’T TALK TO EVERYONE FOR THREE WEEKS!” you beckoned. He furrowed his eyebrows together looking offended. “AM I JUST EVERYONE TO YOU?” he questioned loudly.

   It was almost as if your head couldn’t keep up with his questions.

“Yes… I mean-no!” “THEN WHAT AM I TO YOU!!?!?” he barked. 

“MY SERENITY!”

  The two of you stared at each other for a moment, trying to catch your breaths after the screaming match between the two of you. But that didn’t last for long considering you and Jaebum went at it the next second… with your mouths that is.

  At that moment, the two of you simultaneously went for each other's lips. You both had surprised yourself considering the two of you had thought of the same thing, but it didn’t take long for you and Jaebum to get adjusted. Jaebum gripped your waist roughly, pushing you somewhat on top of the keyboard, to which several keys chimed loudly. Your hands went from his neck to his hair, being indecisive. You proceeded to wrap your legs around his waist.

  Being with Jaebum today made you a realize a few things about your life that you hadn’t noticed before, aside from the fact that Jaebum was a great kisser...you realized that you hadn’t avoided Jaebum due to your stress, but rather because seeing Jaebum during this time of year reminded you of how you felt him ever since last spring, and how you’ve been feeling towards him since.

  You don’t just get over a crush from dating someone else, feelings don’t just go away after you’ve tried suppressed them, or ignore them. They’ll always be there until you address it. You knew once you hung out with him, the truth about your feelings would come out. You thought ignoring him would be the only way to prevent it, but it turns out not only were you hurt in the process, but so was Jaebum.

  Your hand pushed on Jaebum’s chest to pause the makeout session for a second. Ignoring the look of desperation on his face, you proceeded to ask a question that had been on your mind ever since.

  “...So what am I to you?” you asked him. He leaned in close to you once again, forming just enough space between the two of your lips.

“You can be my finest, you can be my all.” he answered, proceeding to peck you on your lips. It did not take long for the two of you to get back to where you had left off.

Who knew addressing one’s feelings could be so rewarding?

[kairi-chan]

"I need a place to stay"? borusara?

Due to all the stress and anxiety (the crazy weather just added to it), I’m currently having a sick day. Here’s some BoruSara to lift my and your spirits.

BoruSara are around 20 here.

Title: A Place to Stay

The rainy season had come in Konoha. The sky was gray, the air was cool, and the rain pelted down heavily. No one dared to go outdoors, lest they wanted to catch the cold that was flying around.  

Sarada was surprised to open her door to a drenched Boruto. There was a duffel bag hiding under his cape. His clothes stuck to his skin, and his hair was sticking to his forehead and ears. He was slightly shaking. 

“What happened to you?” Sarada asked. 

Boruto averted his gaze, and pouted, “I got into a fight with my dad.” 

Sarada crossed her arms across her chest and sighed. “That doesn’t explain why you’re wet and at my front door.” 

Boruto’s pout deepened. “He kicked me out. And I–I need” 

“A place to stay?” she continued with a smirk on her face. 

“Tch.” He grimaced. “If you’re going to be a little shit about this then–” 

He was interrupted when Sarada had pulled him inside her apartment. Once he recovered his footing, he watched her disappear into the hall. 

“Don’t you dare get my carpet wet!” she called from the bathroom. 

Boruto stood up straight, and made himself as small as possible. His cape was dripping all over her floor. She came back and handed him two fluffy white towels and a small plastic basket meant for laundry. 

“Dry yourself up and put your clothes here. I’ll toss it in with my laundry.” 

Boruto padded to her bathroom. He peeled his clothes off, and stepped into her shower. He was’t surprised that Sarada had let him into her new apartment. He knew she wouldn’t turn him away when he was in trouble. But he did expected a little more teasing. A smile found itself on his lips. He was thankful he had her in his life. 

After his shower, he pulled out a clean shirt and a pair of joggers from his duffel bag. After he put it on, he collected his wet clothes into the basket and headed out. 

He handed the basket over to Sarada. 

“I made hot chocolate,” she smiled. “They’re on the centertable at the living room.” 

He grinned and nodded. Boruto made his way to the living room and plopped down on the couch. There were two mugs. He picked up the one closest to him and took a sip. The rich liquid poured down into his throat, sending a warm, comforting trickle down to his belly. He sighed. Boruto leaned back and looked at the other side of the couch. There was a book sitting on the table, and a fuzzy throw blanket. 

Sarada approached him and sat on the other side of the couch. 

“Were you having another night in by yourself?” Boruto snickered. 

“Of course not. I was having wild sex just a few minutes before you got here,” she replied passively. 

Boruto nearly dropped his mug. 

Sarada brought the drink to her lips and smiled at him sweetly before she took a sip. The heat slightly fogged the bottom of her glasses. 

“Tha-that’s not funny, Sarada,” he replied glumly. 

She feigned surprised, and batted her eyelashes at him innocently, implying that she had done nothing wrong. He stared at her with a disbelieving pout.

She laughed. “Why are you so affected, anyway?” She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and folded her legs in front of her chest. 

Boruto suddenly looked away. “I am not. I don’t care what you do in your free time,” he replied. 

Sarada raised her brow. “Sure you don’t.” She had a teasing smile on her face, content knowing that she had won this round. 

They sat in comfortable silence, finishing their hot chocolate. Once Sarada finished, she looked over to Boruto. 

He in turn placed his mug back on the centertable and looked at her, too. “What?” 

“Was it that bad?” she asked. 

Boruto looked at the empty mug on the table and nodded grimly. “I really fucked up.” 

Sarada snickered, “you always do.” 

His brows furrowed and his frown deepened. “You’re not helping.” 

“Will this help?” 

Confused, he brought his gaze back up to her face. A light pink stained his cheeks. Sarada held her arms open, both hands holding on to the blanket. She looked like some superhero extending their cape. 

“I’ll give you a hug,” she said. “Not that I want to.” A soft smile was on her face. 

Slowly, a face splitting grin spread on Boruto’s face. He felt all of his worries wash away, and his heart soared with comfort and gratitude. Sarada Uchiha was truly something special. 

He pulled her into his chest and hugged her tightly. “Thanks, four-eyes. You’re the best.” 

She smiled and made herself comfortable in his arms. 

They stayed in each other’s arms, finding comfort in each other’s presence. It was in that moment that Boruto knew he had found the right place to stay. 

fin.

A/N: Have some fluffly goodness. God knows I need some comfort in my life right now, too. 

Thank you for sending in your prompts, guys! I’m glad you guys like my work. :)