*warning: kind of dirty??*
"hey, i have an idea" he says, breaking the comfortable silence lingering throughout the hotel room.
you turn to your boyfriend, watching as he turns towards you, laying on his side and resting on his elbow. he has a dopey smile on his face, making you curious as to what he's thinking.
"and what would that be?" you ask, knowing that he's very chaotic and his request could be literally anything.
he reaches over and puts your book down on your chest, making sure not to lose your page as he does so.
"we coulddddd... go outside and i can practice my pitching one last time before tomorrow?" he says, ending it as a question, but in his mind the only answer that you can reply is yes.
"babeee" you groan, flopping over and laying on your stomach, burying your head in the pillow. "its so hot outside" you mumbled, muffled by the fabric.
dokyeom was recently invited to throw the first pitch at one of the Doosan baseball games, a team he's admired since he was young. he's been practicing non stop, saying that he wants his pitch to be perfect and doesn't want to embarrass himself. now you don't know much about the sport, but his pitch looks great to you. yet theres still been countless days and nights of him dragging you outside in the heat to help him. you don't usually mind, of course, watching him throw is surely not a sight for sore eyes. today, however, it is hot and you are very content in bed with your book.
you feel yourself being pushed into the bed as he rolls on top of you, wrapping his arms under you and holding you tight. he nuzzles his head into your neck whining,
"pleaseeee sunshine? it won't be too long i promise" he says, leaving soft kisses on the back of your neck, making you cave.
your turn around, laying on your back now as you're still squished under him.
"okay okay, just get off of me you big idiot" you chuckle, gently pushing him to the side.
he sits up next to you and crosses his arms, pouting like a kid at the joking insult. you sit up and place a kiss on his pouty lips, making it better. you stand up and put on some shoes, getting a sudden burst of energy.
"lets go!" you say, urging him out the door and down to the park across the street.
you guys throw the ball around a couple of times, him saying that he's just 'warming up'. as he's distracted with the ball for a moment, you take out your phone and snap a picture of him. he's wearing a blue jays jersey and a baseball cap, with his legs exposed from the sweat shorts. he looks amazing, you could stare at him all day. you have other things in mind now than continuing pitching, but you try to compose yourself for the time being. when you hit the camera button the sound goes off, and you mentally curse yourself for having the ringer on at a time like this.
he looks up from his glove, raising his eyebrows at you in amusement.
"did you just take a picture of me?" he asks, clearly smirking with enjoyment at the idea.
"what? no" i say, clearly lying. "i was just taking a picture of the tree behind you, it looks pretty".
he turns around to see said tree, noticing how blatantly bland it is. he looks back to you with a grin, saying "mhmm okay" as he makes his way over to you.
"i'm just gonna need to see that real quick" he says, motioning to the phone in your hand.
you try to run away from him, giggling as he grabs you by the waist and pulls you into him, trapping you. he takes the phone from your hand and looks at the picture, revealing that it is in fact a photo of him. he thinks its sweet, appreciating how you captured the moment.
he gives the phone back to you, turning you around in his arms so you're facing him.
"you're cute" he smiles innocently, pecking your cheek. you bite your lip, wanting to say something a lot more inappropriate to him, knowing that he has no idea what's on your mind right now.
yet again, you hold back "you look so fucking hot" you say, putting your hand on his bicep, flaring his ego even more.
he chuckles deeply, giving you a sweet kiss on your nose before saying a simple, "well thank you, baby". he backs away, leaving you standing there as you have an obvious pout on your face at the lack of progression of your intentions.
he shakes his head at you, laughing lightly at your disappointment.
"if i kiss you right now then i'm going to forget all about practicing" he says honestly, tossing the ball up and down to himself.
"so?" i say, shamelessly urging him to just let it go.
"so" he draws out, smirking at me, "we are going to keep practicing" he says, tossing the ball my way.
i catch it, sighing loudly.
"you suck" i exclaim, throwing the ball back at him, putting some strength into it.
"no" he says, looking at you through his eyebrows as he gets closer to you, for only a moment. "you do" he whispers into your ear, leaving you speechless as he backs away yet again, leaving you standing there in the park completely riled up and unsatisfied as he continues to practice.
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if you thought he was hot yesterday, then you definitely were not prepared for today. he has the full uniform on, the jersey proudly displaying the number 17 on the back. you swear you are almost drooling over him at this point, its ridiculous. his mind is perfectly in the zone, the nerves kicking in as its moments before he has to go out to the mound. however, he's not too serious for some quick banter as he grabs your attention, saying
"hey babe, don't you want to capture this moment too?" he smirks, noticing how i'm staring at him. he raises his arms above his head, holding the glove as his torso is on display, as well as his bottom half that is being hugged just right in those white pants.
you bite your lip at the sight, wanting to throw yourself at him. you shake your head and laugh at his request, but snap the picture anyways, knowing you'll regret it if you don't.
you put your phone down, watching as he brings his arms back down and adjusts his belt, fiddling with the clasp. you don't hesitate to help him, bringing your hand to his core and clasping the belt for him. as you finish, you trail your hands down a little, brushing over his groin. you hear him let out a breath, a sound you know all too well. you place your hands on his hips and push yourself against him, kissing his lips seductively with a sly, "oops?".
you feel him growing underneath you, only making things harder for you.
"y/n" he warns, but making no real effort to back away.
he watches you as you grin at him, batting your eyelashes sweetly as you pretend you're innocent, and doing nothing wrong.
"yes?" you tease, looking up at him, but only making eye contact with his lips. he groans, and right as he's about to speak we hear someone call out,
"dokyeom, you're up!".
he reluctantly pulls away from you, noticing the tent thats left in his pants, evidently in plain sight.
"fuck babe" he mutters. you just shrug your shoulders in a 'what did i do?' kind of way, sending him crazy. he looks around to see if anyones watching, before pulling you back to him firmly, his hand on your ass. he brings his mouth up to your ear, sending shivers down your spine as he bites your lobe lightly.
"you shouldn't have done that, love. you are going to pay for this later" he growls, squeezing your ass as he backs away.
you smirk, feeling your cheeks heat up at the attention and the promise. he walks away, heading out to the field.
"fighting, baby!" you yell out with a fist in the air, keeping up the innocent act, knowing its working.
he turns around to look at you one more time before rolling his eyes in dominant frustration, mouthing a "later", reminding you of his previous declaration.
the whole time he's out on the field, he doesn't even think about the pitch once. he turns on autopilot, throwing the ball like he's done a million times before, but all he can think about is going home and loving you right.