“Babe, stop, we’re in public,” you said as Kian slowly slid his fingers down from your waist to your bottom, making you blush. The two of you were currently at VidCon, sitting at an open booth, waiting for the other boys to begin the q&a meeting.
“I can’t help it, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he mumbled seductively in your neck as his hand grasped your ass. “You’re killing me in that little black dress.”
“Kian, people are star-,” you were about to finish your sentence when he interrupted you with a kiss, pushing your chin up. He brushed his hand up your inner thigh, turning you on intensely. You ran your fingers through his hair as he licked your bottom lip for entrance.
“For god’s sake, this isn’t a fucking hotel room!” You recognized Sam’s voice as you two quickly broke away from your heated make out session. Standing in front of you was the whole o2l gang.
“Sorry, got a little carried away,” Kian chuckled, fixing his hair as you shyly got up from your seat.
“This isn’t over yet,” you whispered softly in his ear. You walked out the door, leaving him behind with a boner.
Imagine: You and Connor were going to your parents for the weekend. You were on the plane and you were telling a long story, so Connor pretended to fall asleep, to annoy you. Instead you continued to tell your story, knowing he was listening. When you got to a funny part he couldn’t help but start to laugh.
Make sure to read Part One before you read this one!
“Ladies and gentlemen this is your pilot speaking. We have safely landed in Los Angeles, California. Thank you for choosing California Airlines and I hope you enjoy your stay.”
After the lady and her son got up from the seats next to me, I stood up and stretched for a few seconds. My legs ached from the long flight, but I was finally here. I pulled out my small suitcase and backpack before texting Kian that I had landed while heading out of the plain. Eager to finally,meet my boyfriend in person for the first time.
Kian and I met a year ago today on Omegle. And we kept in touch ever since, a few months later he asked me to be his girlfriend, and we’ve been happy ever since. A few weeks ago I got a knock on my door and a friendly mailman handed me some roses and a plane ticket to LA. Kian and I will finally see each other in real life.
As I stepped out of the plane I started to get nervous. What if he didn’t like the way I looked in person? What if I make a fool of myself? What do I do when I see him? Do I hug him or shake his hand? I know I can’t wait to see him. Can’t wait to kiss him and touch him, and tell him I love him, I’ve wanted to tell him for so long but I wanted it to be special.
I walked into the area where we get our luggage, this is where he said he’d be waiting. My eyes scanned the area twice, no Kian. What if he decided he didn’t want to meet me and just didn’t show up? I nervously checked my phone for a text from him, nothing. Getting scared, I looked around again. My eyes scanned past the door to the men’s room just as a familiar figure walked out. My heart froze, he was wearing that striped sailor shirt along with black jeans and the sailor hat covered his chocolate brown hair. He looks so much better in person, and he looked really good on a camera too…
He lifted his eyes from fixing his pants and they met mine. My heart felt as if it dropped into my toes, and the world around me froze. His lips spread into a shy smile.
Suddenly my feet seemed to think for themselves, I abandoned by carry on bag and I was running. He seemed to be running too. As the distance between us grew smaller my smile grew bigger.
Kians hands reached mine and my whole body lit on fire, he immediately pulled me into a hug I happily accepted. He smelled like the sun and bubble gum. I buried my head in his chest and he buried his in my neck. For what seemed like forever we just held each other like that. I Still couldn’t believe he’s actually right here.
I felt him pull away a bit, I looked up at him, he’s a lot taller than I expected. My head just reached a bit below his shoulder. I had to look up to meet his eyes. “Hi y/n,” he spoke with the voice I had heard hundreds of times over the year, yet it seemed deeper right now.
“Hello Kian,” I smiled goofily.
Then he kissed me. Just like that. His lips met mine and everything around us disappeared. My arms moved from His torso to wrap around his neck and his moved to pull me closer. His kiss was like nothing else, his lips were a little chapped from the heat, but they felt nice against my moisturized lips. He moved in sync with me, as if we’ve been doing this for years.
I was the first to pull back, even though I dreaded it, I needed to breath. I haven’t been breathing properly since I saw him.
Smiling, I said, “this is really nice. This is perfect.”
We were still wrapped in each others embrace. Kian let out an excited scream and lifted me up in a hug. He spun around a few times before stopping. My legs were still in the air. He kissed my nose and mumbled, “I love you.”
A gasp escaped my mouth. I was going to say it. I was always worried it would freak him out but knowing that he feels the same way makes me love him even more.
“Good,” I smiled, “because I love you.”
Kian pecked my lips before setting me on the floor. He took my hand in his and we walked to get the bag I had abandoned. “I got it,” he smiled. Dragging the bag behind us. “So how was your flight?”
“Honestly?” I laughed, “nerve wreaking! I spent the whole flight worrying about what in decided to wear and if my hair is flat because I took a little nap for thirty minutes. I wanted to look good…” My cheeks heated once I realized how I must sound.
My boyfriend kissed my head as we walked to the place where we retrieve my luggage. I was staying with him at his and friends house for the summer, and he said we’d travel a lot. So I have a few bags. “You look beautiful,” he replied. “I remember when you texted me a picture of this dress and I told you you had to buy it. It looks good on you.”
The dress was a bright pink with sequence around the torso. It was simple but it hugged my curves nicely and looked cute with my hair down. “Thank you,” I smiled. “And you!” I snatched his hat and put it on, “you remember when I told you I liked this hat? Even though its not yours.”
He laughed, “jc said I can wear it for this special occasion.”
“I can’t wait to meet your friends,” I smiled remembering how they’d always walk into his room when we were skyping and say hi.
“They can’t wait to meet you,” he replied. “And that’ll happen soon, let’s just focus on getting your bags right now?”
We spent a while gathering my four bags. “There’s one missing,” I groaned.
“Are you sure you don’t see it?” He asked.
I searched for the baby blue suitcase, and saw nothing. “Nope,” I sighed.
He shrugged, “then let’s go speak to someo-.”
“Kian there it is!” I pointed at the conveyor belt that’s two away from the one we are at. “What’s it doing there that’s the wrong flight..”
But Kian didn’t hear the second part. He took off running to catch the bag before it goes in again. “Sorry!” He yelled at a man he bumped into. “Oooa sorry!” He said to a lady who’s purse he knocked down. “Hey move I need to get that bag!” He shoved through passengers as he chased after my bag.
A bunch if yells and ten angry mothers later, Kian walked back to me with a proud smile and my bag. “Tadaa!” He did jazz hands.
“You’re crazy,” I laughed. We loaded the bags onto a cart and together we pushed it out of the airport. I was hut by a wave of heat. “Ooh!” I fanned myself, “it’s hot!”
“Not used to that are you?” He laughed, “its Ok it gets better.”
“Y/n!” A familiar voice yelled. I looked to see Ricky leaning on a car, “welcome yo LA!” He sang.
“Hi Ricky!” I hugged him, “its so nice to see you!”
“You too!” He said, “Kian is really happy you’re here. He planned this whole evening its awesome.”
“Thanks Ricky but I hadn’t told her yet!” Kian said in that funny voice he does.
“Tell me what?”
“If you aren’t tired we can go out to dinner and then maybe walk on the beach?”
“Yes!” I jumped, “right now?” Kian nodded. “Okay! Let me just go freshen up in the bathroom?”
He nodded and gave me a hug. “I love you,” he smiled.