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Title: How to Say I Love You
Fandom: MBLAQ
Pairing: Reader/G.O.
Word count: No clue
Rating: NC-17 (Het)
Summary: It's your birthday, that obviously means sex
A/N: I wrote this as a gift for one of my best friends ^^" I hope she doesn't hate me for doing this to her haha. I don't know much about MBLAQ or G.O. so I hope it's not too OOC. And I've never written het before so... it most likely sucks. I tried! /bricked
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"It has been a long freaking day," you sigh to no one but yourself as you walk through the front door and kick off your shoes. It was nearly quarter after ten by the time you powered down your laptop and left the office. It wasn't your intention to stay so late, but you needed to format a few articles for the next day, and the printer somehow knew you had plans for the evening and decided to jam repeatedly. By the fifth time you found yourself yanking crumpled paper out of the tray, you could've sworn the machine was laughing at you.
You make your way into the dimly lit living room and collapse onto the sofa, stretching out languidly, toes pointed. A glance at the clock tells you it's way past the time your reservations were set for. You called to apologize, and like usual, he forgave you with an easy smile in his voice. Occasionally you wonder what it would take to drive away your boyfriend, but if after three years he was still hanging around, you decided there wasn't much you could actually do. Thank God.
"Well, so much for my birthday. Maybe next year-" Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. "Oh hell no," you mumble "there's no way I'm getting off this couch." The knocking continues, increasing in volume.
'How bad could it be to just yell, it's open!' you wonder, as you roll less than gracefully off the couch and stride towards the door, fully intending to give the person on the other side a piece of your weary mind. Really, who goes knocking on doors at this time of night!
You pull the door open swiftly with the most displeased, 'go the fuck away' look you can manage plastered on your face. "You know, it's- oh."
What you did not expect to see was a familiar face behind two dozen roses. A deep voice sounds from somewhere behind the bouquet, "Surprised? Happy birthday."
"Of course I am!" You open the door wider and pull him through, into a hug.
He kicks the door shut behind you and presses closer, murmuring into your hair, "Well good. That's what I was aiming for."
You blush and wriggle out of his grasp, "I should, uh put these in water."
He smiles knowingly and lets you pull away, flowers in hand, toward the kitchen.
You fill a vase with water and gently clip the stems on an angle, he watches you from his place leaning against the adjacent counter.
"They're great, thanks."
Once the flowers are taken care of, you turn to him, eyes downcast "Look... G.O. I'm really sorry I had to cancel like that. Things just got really busy at the office and I tried-" he cuts you off with a soft kiss, dropped chastely on the side of your mouth. The sudden display of affection causes a pigmented warmth to spread across your cheeks, as usual.
"It's so like you to stay until things are done-even on your birthday!" he laughs quietly behind his hand.
"Shut up." you justify yourself by way of a very detailed explanation of office politics, and he listens with an indulgent smile.
_____
You're not sure how you ended up here, in his lap on the couch, his hands in your hair and tongue in your mouth. But you'd like to have an opportunity to thank whatever deity made this possible. Later, that is. Because right now his hands are slowly moving southward leaving a wake of stimulated nerves and making your head spin in the best kind of way. You sigh against his lips as he pulls your hips closer to his, he grips you tighter and starts a slow rocking motion beneath you. It takes all of your willpower to choke back a moan. You're close to giving in, you've wanted this for way too long. Every time you start, it becomes harder and harder to stop. And he knows it too; he breaks the kiss and rests his head against your chest.
"We should- you know. You want to watch a movie or something?" the need in his voice is apparent, and all of the sudden, it's too much. You can't quite remember why you had ever wanted to stop kissing the man in front of you. How that ever seemed like a good idea is way past your lust-clouded level of reasoning.
"No. No I don't think I want a movie tonight." You tilt your head to the side and sweep your parted lips across his, the velvety catch of skin sends a warm shiver through you.
He pulls back slowly and you almost want to laugh at the apparent confusion on his face, 'He's too much of a gentleman,' you think.
"Well... we could always go to sleep early if you want?" he tries.
"A bed sounds good right now," your grin is borderline feral, "but I'm not sure I'd want to sleep..." if you hadn't gotten your point across already, your idea becomes increasingly clear when you slide off his lap and pull him to his feet by the collar of his shirt, you kiss him roughly and he responds with equal enthusiasm.
You make it halfway down the hallway before he stops you, you have to work very hard to not hit him, "What now?"
He looks unsure, and a little guilty. Also quite edible, your mind happily supplies. "Are you sure you want this? I mean, I thought we'd decided to wait. You know, like until," he looks away and finishes weakly, "marriage."
His skin is warm under your hand when you place it on his cheek, forcing him to look at you, at the sincerity in your eyes, "It's okay." You smile, because it really is.
____
He knows you too well, or at least he has an idea of how exactly to wring a moan out of you. You're wondering if the roughness of his beard against your inner thigh feels as good as his mouth does between your legs, wet, hot and searching. Until he pushes his tongue inside you, and you decide it's no contest as you grip the bedsheets and clutch what's left of your dignity just as tightly.
When you pull him up his lips are glistening, and for some reason you want to lick the moisture off. He beats you to it, running his tongue across his lower lip before drawing it through his teeth, "Yum,"
You groan and let your head fall back against the pillow as he climbs over you, pausing to kiss your neck while he slips a hand under you to unhook your bra. You arch your back and lie to yourself, just to make it easier for him to reach. It's got nothing to do with the way his mouth fits perfectly against you.
It's only when you feel your shoulder straps being pushed down that you come to your senses, "No fair. I'm almost completely naked here and you've still got jeans on!"
"Alright, alright." He laughs and guides your hand down to his fly. You notice that his jeans fit a bit tighter than they had earlier that night. And, you figure, turn about is fair play.
It takes you seconds to have him moaning and thrusting against your hand. You haven't even gotten his pants undone yet, and he's putty in your hands. But he only tolerates it for so long, before he kisses the look of satisfaction off your face and pushes you back against the bed.
"Impatient?" you question as you pull his pants the rest of the way off.
"Incredibly." he growls, removing your bra.
He pins your hands above your head and draping one leg over yours and bends down to kiss you with equal parts of love and lust. He rocks against your hip and whispers in a hot rush of breath into your ear, "You ready?"
You give a shaky nod as he releases your wrists and moves to kneel between your legs, spread shyly. He hooks his arms under your thighs and pulls you closer, settling your legs over his as he positions himself.
"W-wait a second. I just... I need..." you trail off, not really understanding what it is you're asking for.
But somehow he does, "It's okay."
He smiles that familiar smile and leans down to press gentle kisses from temple to jaw. Your mouth finds his, and it's bliss.
"Yeah. Yeah, okay." you whisper when you part
The pain was something you did not expect. It was like an almost unbearable sharp stretch that burned hotter with every inch he thrust inside. You won't cry. You want this.
He moves slowly, pushing the rest of the way in, whispering words you're sure are meant to comfort you. But soon you can't really make sense of anything he's saying, because he's moving again. And this time it's a different kind of unbearable. It's all kinds of good. This time the feeling of being so filled causes a warmth to settle in your belly, coiling tighter with every move he makes. You throw your head back and moan, giving up all pretenses. Because why the hell not, the hottest guy you've ever met was currently fucking you through the mattress. An occasion like this called for at least a little vocality.
He pulls out quickly, and thrusts back in, hissing at the tightness. His hands grip your hips tighter as he moves inside you, pushing and pulling until a fast-paced rhythm is set. You push back against him, meeting his thrusts. He groans and dips his head down to suck at your neck.
It's quickly becoming too much, you're not sure how much longer you can last. He kisses you dizzy as he lifts your hips higher and thrusts back in. The fire in the pit of your stomach flares; it's deep and he's moving inside you in a way that kind of makes you want to beg for more, harder, faster.
You're not sure if he's a mind reader, or just can't hold back any longer, because he's suddenly giving it to you so good you've got his name on your lips, and you're breathless from the pleasure that thrums down every nerve ending. His hands are all over your body, running down your sides, caressing the sensitive skin of your thighs. You're running steadily towards something, not sure what, but the heat is building and the drive to just /move/ is irresistible.
You can only assume he appreciates your efforts as you grind your hips down onto his, since he's moaning your name like that. He hits that spot again and suddenly you're unable to breathe as you lose yourself in a full body tremble. Orgasm rips through you, and you're only slightly aware of G.O. hissing your name through clenched teeth.
You're still in the midst of the aftershocks when he groans"I can't- I have to-" and pushes himself deeper
"C'mon." you whisper and grab his hips, pulling him further inside you. He yells your name hoarsely and gasps as he comes violently inside you.
He drops down onto you and tries to catch his breath, you wrap your arms around him and smile into his hair.
"Okay?" he asks
"In love." you reply
____
The next morning you're a little sore, but when asked, you flash a cheeky grin and tell him, "It was definitely worth it!"
That is, until you look in the mirror and see red patches on your face, chest, neck, stomach- was that one on your thigh?! You're completely puzzled for a minute until your mind drags up a conversation you had with a friend a few weeks prior... something about getting skin irritation from... [1]
"G.O. I DON'T CARE HOW HOT IT LOOKS, YOU'RE SHAVING THAT THING OFF YOUR FACE BEFORE WE DO IT AGAIN!" you shout in despair.
Laughter sounds from the direction of the bedroom, where your boyfriend is pulling a small, square velvet box out of last night's jeans, "Looks like I forgot to give her one of her presents..."
Later he'll tell you the diamond in the ring shines almost as bright as the smile you had on when you said yes.
[1] TOLD YOU SO!
Hope you enjoyed it, bb <3
Fandom: MBLAQ
Pairing: Reader/G.O.
Word count: No clue
Rating: NC-17 (Het)
Summary: It's your birthday, that obviously means sex
A/N: I wrote this as a gift for one of my best friends ^^" I hope she doesn't hate me for doing this to her haha. I don't know much about MBLAQ or G.O. so I hope it's not too OOC. And I've never written het before so... it most likely sucks. I tried! /bricked
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"It has been a long freaking day," you sigh to no one but yourself as you walk through the front door and kick off your shoes. It was nearly quarter after ten by the time you powered down your laptop and left the office. It wasn't your intention to stay so late, but you needed to format a few articles for the next day, and the printer somehow knew you had plans for the evening and decided to jam repeatedly. By the fifth time you found yourself yanking crumpled paper out of the tray, you could've sworn the machine was laughing at you.
You make your way into the dimly lit living room and collapse onto the sofa, stretching out languidly, toes pointed. A glance at the clock tells you it's way past the time your reservations were set for. You called to apologize, and like usual, he forgave you with an easy smile in his voice. Occasionally you wonder what it would take to drive away your boyfriend, but if after three years he was still hanging around, you decided there wasn't much you could actually do. Thank God.
"Well, so much for my birthday. Maybe next year-" Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. "Oh hell no," you mumble "there's no way I'm getting off this couch." The knocking continues, increasing in volume.
'How bad could it be to just yell, it's open!' you wonder, as you roll less than gracefully off the couch and stride towards the door, fully intending to give the person on the other side a piece of your weary mind. Really, who goes knocking on doors at this time of night!
You pull the door open swiftly with the most displeased, 'go the fuck away' look you can manage plastered on your face. "You know, it's- oh."
What you did not expect to see was a familiar face behind two dozen roses. A deep voice sounds from somewhere behind the bouquet, "Surprised? Happy birthday."
"Of course I am!" You open the door wider and pull him through, into a hug.
He kicks the door shut behind you and presses closer, murmuring into your hair, "Well good. That's what I was aiming for."
You blush and wriggle out of his grasp, "I should, uh put these in water."
He smiles knowingly and lets you pull away, flowers in hand, toward the kitchen.
You fill a vase with water and gently clip the stems on an angle, he watches you from his place leaning against the adjacent counter.
"They're great, thanks."
Once the flowers are taken care of, you turn to him, eyes downcast "Look... G.O. I'm really sorry I had to cancel like that. Things just got really busy at the office and I tried-" he cuts you off with a soft kiss, dropped chastely on the side of your mouth. The sudden display of affection causes a pigmented warmth to spread across your cheeks, as usual.
"It's so like you to stay until things are done-even on your birthday!" he laughs quietly behind his hand.
"Shut up." you justify yourself by way of a very detailed explanation of office politics, and he listens with an indulgent smile.
_____
You're not sure how you ended up here, in his lap on the couch, his hands in your hair and tongue in your mouth. But you'd like to have an opportunity to thank whatever deity made this possible. Later, that is. Because right now his hands are slowly moving southward leaving a wake of stimulated nerves and making your head spin in the best kind of way. You sigh against his lips as he pulls your hips closer to his, he grips you tighter and starts a slow rocking motion beneath you. It takes all of your willpower to choke back a moan. You're close to giving in, you've wanted this for way too long. Every time you start, it becomes harder and harder to stop. And he knows it too; he breaks the kiss and rests his head against your chest.
"We should- you know. You want to watch a movie or something?" the need in his voice is apparent, and all of the sudden, it's too much. You can't quite remember why you had ever wanted to stop kissing the man in front of you. How that ever seemed like a good idea is way past your lust-clouded level of reasoning.
"No. No I don't think I want a movie tonight." You tilt your head to the side and sweep your parted lips across his, the velvety catch of skin sends a warm shiver through you.
He pulls back slowly and you almost want to laugh at the apparent confusion on his face, 'He's too much of a gentleman,' you think.
"Well... we could always go to sleep early if you want?" he tries.
"A bed sounds good right now," your grin is borderline feral, "but I'm not sure I'd want to sleep..." if you hadn't gotten your point across already, your idea becomes increasingly clear when you slide off his lap and pull him to his feet by the collar of his shirt, you kiss him roughly and he responds with equal enthusiasm.
You make it halfway down the hallway before he stops you, you have to work very hard to not hit him, "What now?"
He looks unsure, and a little guilty. Also quite edible, your mind happily supplies. "Are you sure you want this? I mean, I thought we'd decided to wait. You know, like until," he looks away and finishes weakly, "marriage."
His skin is warm under your hand when you place it on his cheek, forcing him to look at you, at the sincerity in your eyes, "It's okay." You smile, because it really is.
____
He knows you too well, or at least he has an idea of how exactly to wring a moan out of you. You're wondering if the roughness of his beard against your inner thigh feels as good as his mouth does between your legs, wet, hot and searching. Until he pushes his tongue inside you, and you decide it's no contest as you grip the bedsheets and clutch what's left of your dignity just as tightly.
When you pull him up his lips are glistening, and for some reason you want to lick the moisture off. He beats you to it, running his tongue across his lower lip before drawing it through his teeth, "Yum,"
You groan and let your head fall back against the pillow as he climbs over you, pausing to kiss your neck while he slips a hand under you to unhook your bra. You arch your back and lie to yourself, just to make it easier for him to reach. It's got nothing to do with the way his mouth fits perfectly against you.
It's only when you feel your shoulder straps being pushed down that you come to your senses, "No fair. I'm almost completely naked here and you've still got jeans on!"
"Alright, alright." He laughs and guides your hand down to his fly. You notice that his jeans fit a bit tighter than they had earlier that night. And, you figure, turn about is fair play.
It takes you seconds to have him moaning and thrusting against your hand. You haven't even gotten his pants undone yet, and he's putty in your hands. But he only tolerates it for so long, before he kisses the look of satisfaction off your face and pushes you back against the bed.
"Impatient?" you question as you pull his pants the rest of the way off.
"Incredibly." he growls, removing your bra.
He pins your hands above your head and draping one leg over yours and bends down to kiss you with equal parts of love and lust. He rocks against your hip and whispers in a hot rush of breath into your ear, "You ready?"
You give a shaky nod as he releases your wrists and moves to kneel between your legs, spread shyly. He hooks his arms under your thighs and pulls you closer, settling your legs over his as he positions himself.
"W-wait a second. I just... I need..." you trail off, not really understanding what it is you're asking for.
But somehow he does, "It's okay."
He smiles that familiar smile and leans down to press gentle kisses from temple to jaw. Your mouth finds his, and it's bliss.
"Yeah. Yeah, okay." you whisper when you part
The pain was something you did not expect. It was like an almost unbearable sharp stretch that burned hotter with every inch he thrust inside. You won't cry. You want this.
He moves slowly, pushing the rest of the way in, whispering words you're sure are meant to comfort you. But soon you can't really make sense of anything he's saying, because he's moving again. And this time it's a different kind of unbearable. It's all kinds of good. This time the feeling of being so filled causes a warmth to settle in your belly, coiling tighter with every move he makes. You throw your head back and moan, giving up all pretenses. Because why the hell not, the hottest guy you've ever met was currently fucking you through the mattress. An occasion like this called for at least a little vocality.
He pulls out quickly, and thrusts back in, hissing at the tightness. His hands grip your hips tighter as he moves inside you, pushing and pulling until a fast-paced rhythm is set. You push back against him, meeting his thrusts. He groans and dips his head down to suck at your neck.
It's quickly becoming too much, you're not sure how much longer you can last. He kisses you dizzy as he lifts your hips higher and thrusts back in. The fire in the pit of your stomach flares; it's deep and he's moving inside you in a way that kind of makes you want to beg for more, harder, faster.
You're not sure if he's a mind reader, or just can't hold back any longer, because he's suddenly giving it to you so good you've got his name on your lips, and you're breathless from the pleasure that thrums down every nerve ending. His hands are all over your body, running down your sides, caressing the sensitive skin of your thighs. You're running steadily towards something, not sure what, but the heat is building and the drive to just /move/ is irresistible.
You can only assume he appreciates your efforts as you grind your hips down onto his, since he's moaning your name like that. He hits that spot again and suddenly you're unable to breathe as you lose yourself in a full body tremble. Orgasm rips through you, and you're only slightly aware of G.O. hissing your name through clenched teeth.
You're still in the midst of the aftershocks when he groans"I can't- I have to-" and pushes himself deeper
"C'mon." you whisper and grab his hips, pulling him further inside you. He yells your name hoarsely and gasps as he comes violently inside you.
He drops down onto you and tries to catch his breath, you wrap your arms around him and smile into his hair.
"Okay?" he asks
"In love." you reply
____
The next morning you're a little sore, but when asked, you flash a cheeky grin and tell him, "It was definitely worth it!"
That is, until you look in the mirror and see red patches on your face, chest, neck, stomach- was that one on your thigh?! You're completely puzzled for a minute until your mind drags up a conversation you had with a friend a few weeks prior... something about getting skin irritation from... [1]
"G.O. I DON'T CARE HOW HOT IT LOOKS, YOU'RE SHAVING THAT THING OFF YOUR FACE BEFORE WE DO IT AGAIN!" you shout in despair.
Laughter sounds from the direction of the bedroom, where your boyfriend is pulling a small, square velvet box out of last night's jeans, "Looks like I forgot to give her one of her presents..."
Later he'll tell you the diamond in the ring shines almost as bright as the smile you had on when you said yes.
[1] TOLD YOU SO!
Hope you enjoyed it, bb <3
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So I really don't know how I am writing this review, since I feel as though I am in a state of putty at the moment, but here it goes. SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! G.O. LOVE!! I am so happy that it was G.O.! I was sorta blushing and giggling the whole time I read this, and I couldn't help but be happy that you included the little fact of me being a journalist in the beginning of this story! This is one of my most favorite stories currently, and I feel that I am going to be reading this again tonight!!
Now, if you want a little critiquing then I will say just that I feel that G.O. shared more of my traits when it comes to "it" than I did, because I feel that I would have been the more flustered and shy one when it came to actually doing "it." I feel that I would be the one changing the subject. But, I like that you made him be in that position because it made him seem like the sweetie-pie he is! Also, was it bad for me to think that in this line this is what I wanted to add?
"He yells your name hoarsely and gasps as he comes [physically like jaebeom] violently inside you." LOL.
P.S. Yay for G.O. hinting the proposal at the end!
P.S.S. I NEVER said that I wanted him to shave off his goatee! That is his charming point for me!
P.S.S.S. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I WANT TO HAVE YOUR SECOND CHILD!!! <3
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I was gonna stick in Mr. K as your boss, but I couldn't actually remember what his name was ^^"
I tried to make you shy, but c'mon. It's G.O.! How could you change the subject when he's just begging for it?!
Plus I kinda wanted him to treat you well and not push you haha
LOLZ I think I should edit that line in haha. Poor Jae, the things we do -_-" And I was totally trying to figure out a way to work G.O.'s noise in here, but I just forgot
I married you off because I can, and friction rash from a beard is really freaking painful! (PS I did it just to annoy you <3)
Yay, BABIEZ! I'm glad you liked it. It would've sucked if you had been all excited for it and then it ended up being awful.
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NOT ANYMORE RANDOM THAN JAEBUM COMING PHYSICALLY AND G.O.'S SOUND EFFECTS! Mr. K would've been the least of our problems lol
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You're up next, but I'm still sick so it might be a little while before it's done @_@
I'm glad you liked it- in a way that makes me hate myself =_=
xoxox
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go , in my pants. i like this. also, no dear. that beard needs to come back asap. i don't care if i am red all over and he's scratching at me till i bleed, that beard is staying for lifeeeee
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GO FIND THE REAL STUFF LMAO
/SECRETLY SHAVES HIS PICTURES