Crazy Busy
Character: Choi Changho x fem!reader
Warnings: light smut, mention of smoking, changho being hard-working husband at NIS, he gets one quiet day outside work
⚠️ MINORS DNI ⚠️
it's almost midnight. your chest rose and fell as you lowered to the other bedside, catching your breath aback after reaching numerous orgasms, just like the man next to you. lately, your husband has worked hard to capture an offender operating abroad who have been wanted for years. you can tell he's super stressed before he reveals. computer, phone, gun, vest, car, he's fed up with all that pattern. he was burnout, often startled by the sudden vibrating phone in the mid sleep, even appeared when you both were relishing intense warmth for each other. it slowly gnaws at him, frustrated. but thanks, he did it without any hitch tonight. you give him a sweet smile, put your lingerie back on, and lie facing him while he gives you a dumb smile.
"just two rounds, but i feel incredibly tired." he chuckled himself, turned his head toward you. gradually you felt his bulkier palm hand brushing the side of your cheek. your skin felt a cold line come from his ring. you held his hand though couldn't perfectly hold it, playing with his thick fingers later kissing his palm with eyes closed. 2 weeks is cruel that they made you apart.
silent night covers, you often longed his kisses all over your body arc as moving your slender hands roamed over your torso and below, there always ended with a soft moan out from your mouth. he was reactive to quench you without you told. you always thought about the worst things that could occur while on duty. that environment was too harsh for him. well, you still opine it doesn't suit him, also for your composure. he began to massage his nose bridge with restlessness haunting his mind but tried to smile steady in weak only for sake making you relaxed.
before now, you let changho smoke actively when you were still a couple though you felt heavy in heart. you always hate cigarettes, electric ones, or various types of them. it's not that you have any particular condition, but you just hate to see how the filter was inside people's mouths then why they can suck it deep. you can't even say how strange the taste was. suffocating, you think. and also, you're not from the surroundings. your father and brother avoided it for well and healthful of medic name. your mother once was a midwife, but she quit and enjoyed the chance as a full-time mom and wife who certainly had no experience in smoking. but look, before your eyes, getting a partner who was a hefty smoker even can audibly speak while the cigarette was still on his lips. yet you find him tempting just only when he does, his well-formed face and solid charism likewise good public speaking indeed full of sultry ambiance. you go insane and knees bent for him.
so when he feels down, you indirectly affected by his collapse. fair enough to be careful, you shift barely and sidewise half your body to open the drawer beside the bed, take out the cigarette box you always keep that you got from his pocket within the work coat inside the hamper. of course, you felt betrayed, then confiscate it in resentful state. however, find he'd been reaching his limit, you at least want to give him some relief, which you did when you shouldn't, handed him a cigarette as well helped him to lit it. you watch him blow soft smoke as leaning your head onto his bare top. eyes were closed to listen quiet of his beating heart.
your family will completely throw him out of respect when they find this. thankful he has occupied an apartment once married you, couldn't grateful more for that happen. he not only vows on marriage but also vows to validate you as his wife. technically claimed you. yes, you savor what a wife should be.
“yobo smell so good today, been a long while haven't been this close.” your fingers start to wander around his abdomen and faintly kiss his chest side. put your chin up there, seeing his implying face render you can't stand to stole a kiss from him. you start to make some moves which lead you atop his waistline. his narrow eyes judging your doings, no, you’re not yet content wanting him before he returns to being crazy busy work.
“god, it was torment away from your touch” whisper with smirk on your face and create your way under the covers between his legs. it's your fertile day anyway, you won't regret doing more. moreover, your in-laws already want a grandchild. you will punish him if something happens and make him pay more attention to you.
you gently press his stomach as support of your hasty pace. won't mention how he always hooked you, it's amazing to contrast your size and his can fit inside, you even felt the length in yours. no matter how multiple times or rounds you mount him, it's never enough to stop.
he immediately drowns the rest cig inside the water glass and spins you beneath. now, he took the power after you've done. his lips find their way to your nipples in unison with kneading your other bust. he pampered you with small pecks, traces along your figure to your lower belly, then returned to fit his face with yours.
"thank you for always being by my side."
your delicate heart cannot be coated with a warm feeling to devour his low voice, smile shyly and plant one deep kiss on his face which guide you two to further kiss and peak.