It’s a combination of things that wake you: the sun streaming in through the light curtains, the too-hot temperature of the room, the (almost) full eight hours you got… and the feeling of his lips on your skin.
You can feel him kissing a trail from your stomach to your pelvis—and back—as he runs his hands up and down your thighs, pushing your silk nightgown up a little more each time. He trails his fingers over your hips as he kisses you a little lower, your breath hitching in your throat.
“Morning, jagi,” Jimin whispers agains you, sending goosebumps crawling along your skin. “Sleep well?”
“Y-yes,” you gasp as he presses a kiss to your heat. “You?”
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Katniss cuddled further into the comfort of the the welcoming soft bed still intimately aware of the arm wrapped around her waist holding her almost a little too tight. His hot breath fanned against her neck and she felt uncomfortably sticky wherever their skin touched. She sighed and resigned herself to the fact she wouldn’t be getting any sleep. Her brain was too busy to allow her to get any rest and the one time she did close her eyes she dreamt of finding her father cold and still, eyes devoid and empty. After that she didn’t want to go to sleep again.
Stepping off the plane without someone to greet him was probably the strangest Kent had ever felt landing in Providence. He didn’t spend a lot of time there—if he was East Coast bound it was usually to see what little family he got along with in New York, but he’d visited Jack and Bitty enough over the last year for the place to be a little more than just a random hotel, and the arena for the occasional game against the Falconers.
Now, though, the soft winter air felt almost too hot, too oppressive. He was being plagued with self-doubt. He was being plagued with fear, and the feeling that he was so fucking pathetic, he had to pay a guy to cuddle him. Like…who even did that, really? He asked himself that about two dozen times on the plane ride over because shit, this was just…weird. Right? It was weird.
Leo is sooooo slick trying to push up on that sexy hot head. Raph almost fell into it too. But it aint that easy Leo!!! Just keep leveling up and you will get there Ohhhh parenting books Leo is trying very hard.
And in case anyone asks yes the flowers are the same color as Raphs eyes but they are not real they are made up
Oh so are we getting short mini fic a from you for 400? EEE! And congrats! *tosses confetti* So, since I feel like crap, can I go with F and fever? :3 With Jim? *cuddles into poster of him*
Thank you! I hope you’re
feeling better by now, but in case you’re
not (or to save for next time), here’s the promised drabble!
“Hey babe, I missed you today,” Jim calls as he steps into your quarters,
glancing around for signs of life.
“I’m in here,” you call from the bathroom.
You shiver even under the almost too-hot shower spray, the intense steam in the
room obscuring Jim from your view even as you hear his boots fall on the
bathroom’s tile floor.
“You’re going to drown in all of this steam,” Jim teases. “Why so hot?”
You take a deep breath, letting the steam fill your lungs and clear some of the
congestion in your chest, and you reluctantly turn off the water. You slide the shower door open and reach out,
taking the towel Jim is holding out to you with a thousand-watt smile.
“I was really cold,” you answer. “I
couldn’t stop shaking.”
He frowns, those brilliant blue eyes roaming over your features with concern.
“It’s easily seventy five degrees in here,” Jim comments. “Are you feeling okay?”
You shrug as you towel yourself off, immediately beginning to shiver again as
the relatively cool room air licks at your hot, damp skin. Jim moves the pajama’s you had set aside
earlier closer to you and you smile gratefully at him, slipping them on
“I’ve been really fatigued all day,” you reply.
“And I think I might have a fever.”
Jim’s expression becomes concerned as he steps up to you, wrapping his arms
around you and pulling you in for an embrace, pressing his lips to your
forehead in a gentle kiss. The way his
fingers stroke along your spine as he holds you makes you weak in the knees and
you burrow your face into his neck, not wanting to pull away just yet, enjoying
“I’m going to call Bones to come by and see you, baby girl,” he says softly,
carefully leading you out the bathroom door and towards your bed, his arms
still around you.
“I’m fine, Jim,” you groan, allowing him to pull away so that he can coax you
into bed and pull the blankets up, tucking them in around you.
“That wasn’t a suggestion,” Jim says softly.
“It was an order. I just want to
make sure my baby girl stays in tip top shape.”
You roll your eyes, pulling the covers up over your head and hiding away from
Jim as he snaps open his communicator and calls the CMO. Once he’s done, he moves around so he can lie
on the bed next to you and he drapes an arm over you, reaching up to pull the
covers down enough that you won’t suffocate beneath them.
“Besides, the sooner he can make you feel better, the sooner I can make you
feel really good,” he teases.
You groan and close your eyes, snatching the covers back from him and pulling
them back up over your head once more, getting a laugh out of Jim.
characters: zico x reader ➵
genre: smut ➵ wc: 1085 ➵
summary: it’s too hot to do anything. well, almost anything. ➵ author’s note:
part two is half complete but this has been on my files for so long i at least thought to give you some of it. so much zico smut, though. ➵ masterlist ➵ disclaimer ➵ part two. >
“I GOTTA SAY, this arrangement beats getting a knife thrown at my head.”
Bonnie quipped, slipping into the seat across from Alaric, who she recognized so far as the Gi-I-Jo of detective work. Clearly the groups weren’t organized by age. First date was a high schooler, second a thirty something year old with almost too much brooding going on. Hot, and fun to look at, but not exactly ideal for a girl trying to make the most of her Valentine’s night. At least it was for a good cause? And she did look cute, she might as well enjoy it. Placing her chin in her hand, Bonnie quirked a brow at the man.