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♡All my life I tried to find
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Morning heat
Pairing: Bang Chan x fem!reader
Genre : smut (drabble)
Summary: You wake Chan with your mouth on him, a morning surprise that leaves him gasping
The first thing you noticed when your eyes fluttered open was the sunlight sneaking in through the half-drawn curtains, painting the bedroom in a soft golden glow. The second thing was the warmth at your side—the steady rise and fall of Chan’s chest, his arm slung over your waist, heavy and protective even in sleep.
He looked peaceful like this, lips parted just slightly, hair messy from the night before. You loved him at every hour of the day, but there was something about mornings that made you ache for him in a way you could never quite explain. Maybe it was the way his voice sounded raspy, or how his body ran hot under the sheets, or simply the fact that you had him to yourself before the world barged in.
You shifted carefully, watching his features in silence. His lashes fluttered a little, though he didn’t wake. The corner of your lips tugged into a smile. He deserved to sleep in after how hard he’d been working, but your body betrayed you—heat pooling low in your stomach, eyes drawn down to the outline pressing faintly against the sheets.
Biting your lip, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. He didn’t stir. Another kiss, lower this time, on his chest. Your fingers brushed across his abs, tracing the faint ridges. The small sound he let out in his sleep went straight to your core.
You hesitated, just for a second, wondering if you should really go through with what was swirling in your head. But then you remembered all the times he had spoiled you selflessly, all the ways he always put you first. This morning, you wanted to flip that balance—wake him in the best way possible.
Slowly, you slipped out from under his arm. The blanket slid down with you, exposing more of his bare torso. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, waistband loose from the way he liked to sleep. Your mouth watered at the sight.
You bent down, brushing another kiss to his sternum, then lower, letting your lips trail across his stomach. His muscles twitched under your touch, and he let out a half-asleep hum. Still, his eyes stayed closed.
Your fingers toyed with the waistband of his sweats before tugging them down carefully. His cock sprang free, already half-hard, flushed and tempting. Your breath hitched at the sight, arousal spiking instantly.
You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his tip. He groaned this time, hips twitching just slightly, but his eyes remained shut. Smirking to yourself, you swirled your tongue around him, tasting the salty precum that had already gathered.
The reaction was instant—his thighs tensed, another low sound spilling from his throat. You took him deeper, lips wrapping around him, one hand stroking the base as you bobbed your head slowly. Spit slicked his skin, and you relished in the mess, in the warmth of him filling your mouth.
“Mm—fuck…” The groggy curse broke from his lips, his voice deeper than usual. His hand shot to your hair, not to stop you, but to ground himself as his eyes blinked open.
The sight of you between his legs had him fully awake in seconds. “Baby… what-ahh, what are you doing?” His words were shaky, but the dazed smile spreading across his lips said everything.
You pulled back just enough to answer, your lips brushing his tip as you whispered, “Waking you up.” Then you sank down again, slower this time, taking him as far as you could before gagging lightly.
His breath hitched, fingers tightening in your hair. “Holy shit,” he groaned, head falling back against the pillow. His hips bucked before he caught himself, letting you set the pace. “You’re unreal…”
You hollowed your cheeks, working him with your mouth while your hand stroked what you couldn’t take. The taste of him, the weight of him against your tongue—it had you squeezing your thighs together, desperate for friction.
“Baby, fuck… feels so good.” His praise came out in ragged breaths, every word soaked in sleep-rough need. He was watching you now, eyes heavy but locked on the sight of you going down on him. “Best wake-up ever...fuck just like that-”
The more he praised you, the harder you tried. You swirled your tongue under his tip, then pulled off with a pop just to kitten lick the head, teasing until he groaned your name like it was a prayer. His hips were trembling now, his abs flexing with every movement you made.
“God, you’re perfect,” he rasped, his voice breaking. “Gonna make me-fuck-gonna make me cum already.”
That only encouraged you. You picked up the pace, sucking harder, your spit dripping down to your hand. You wanted to hear him lose it. You wanted to swallow everything he gave you.
“Shit, baby, I—” He tried to warn you, but the words dissolved into a strangled moan. His thighs jerked, cock pulsing on your tongue as he spilled into your mouth. The salty warmth filled you, and you swallowed greedily, not letting a drop escape.
Chan’s chest heaved, sweat dampening his hairline as he stared down at you in disbelief. “You really just… woke me up like that?” His laugh was breathless, his eyes soft even as his body still shook with the aftershocks.
You wiped your lips with the back of your hand, crawling up his body to lie against his chest. His arm wrapped around you instantly, pulling you tight. He pressed a kiss to your hair, voice still raspy as he murmured, “You’re dangerous, you know that?”
You only smiled, nuzzling into him. “Worth it?”
He chuckled, tipping your chin up to kiss you properly—slow, deep, tender. “Baby, that was the best morning of my life.”
A/n: a fluffy fic I read a couple of days ago about morning Chan triggered me to write this hehe hope u enjoyed <3
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Taglist: @pochacco-baby, @princesskrystix, @staytinyluva
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Stopp this got me cackling😭. Tysm for reading <3
Skin against the glass
Pairing: Hyunjin × fem!reader
Genre: smut (drabble)
Summary: A quick shower turns into something deeper when Hyunjin presses you against the glass, craving more than just warmth from the water.
The first thing you noticed when Hyunjin tugged you into the bathroom was how warm his hand felt wrapped around yours, even though your skin still held the faint chill of sleep. It was supposed to be simple—just a quick rinse before heading out, clean clothes, breakfast somewhere cute for your rare day off together. Nothing more.
But plans never lasted long when it came to him...
Now, your back is pressed against the cool glass of the shower wall, steam curling through the air while water runs in steady rivulets down your body. Hyunjin has you caged in, his chest flush to yours, his lips mapping every inch of your skin like he’s been starved. The kiss to your jaw, the brush over your throat, the trembling press against your collarbone—each one makes your heart thud harder, a little faster.
“Hyun—” you breathe, your voice shaky as his cock nudges your thigh, hot and heavy even under the water. “We’re… gonna be late.”
He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. Wet strands cling to his forehead, lips pink and parted as he whispers, “I know.” His smile is desperate, almost shy. “But I need you ..J-Just… let me have you like this, please?”
The raw sincerity makes your chest ache. You should say no, should remind him that you both had plans but instead, a sly smile curves your lips. “God, you’re so needy in the mornings.” You tilt your hips, teasing, watching his lashes flutter. “But fine. Since you asked so sweetly.”
His relief is palpable. His hand slips lower, fingers sliding between your thighs, coaxing you open with a touch that’s reverent despite the way his breath comes ragged. The water makes everything slick, his movements careful, slow, until the nudge of his length against your entrance steals your breath.
You’d thought a shower together would be playful—warm kisses, teasing arguments about the water temperature. Instead, he’s trembling against you, eyes glazed like he belongs nowhere else but here.
“Please…” he murmurs, lining himself up with shaky precision. “Need to feel you.”
Your teeth catch his shoulder lightly as you whisper, “Then take me. I’m yours, Hyun.”
And thats all it took...The first push makes your head fall back against the glass. The stretch of him, the way he sinks in deep, has your lungs stuttering for air. Hyunjin gasps, a broken sound, his forehead pressing to yours as if the closeness is the only thing holding him together.
For a long moment, neither of you move. Just the rush of water, the steam, the trembling grip of his hands on your thighs as he holds you up. His lashes are wet, his voice ragged when he finally whispers, “God, you’re perfect.”
Then he moves. Slow at first, each roll of his hips deliberate, careful—pulling sounds from your lips that he drinks up like they’re sacred. His kisses are messy, desperate, landing on your mouth, your cheek, your temple, like he can’t stop reminding you how much he adores you.
“Feels so good,” he breathes against your lips, his words tumbling out unrestrained. “You make me feel… fuck, baby, you make me feel everything.”
It doesn’t stay slow for long. The need overtakes him, pace quickening, the wet slap of skin echoing through the shower. His moans tangle with yours, his hands gripping tighter, his body trembling with every thrust.
“Come for me,” he pleads, voice almost breaking. “Please, baby, I need it-I need to feel you fall apart for me.”
Your nails rake down his back, head tipping forward to pant against his lips. “Then make me come, Hyun. Don’t stop...fuck me harder.”
A groan tears from his throat as he shifts, angling his hips just right before slamming back into you. The new angle has him brushing against that spot deep inside, again and again, until your vision blurs. Each thrust is sharper, more desperate, his grip on your thighs almost bruising as he drives into you with everything he has.
The pleasure builds too fast, too much to hold back. The orgasm rips through you sudden and consuming, every nerve sparking as you clench tight around him. He chokes on a moan, burying his face in your neck, fucking you through it with trembling desperation. The squeeze of your release drags him under, his hips jerking hard before he spills inside you with a broken groan, whispering your name like a prayer.
The world narrows to steam and water and the sound of your ragged breaths mingling together. Hyunjin holds you close, chest pressed to yours, his lips brushing your damp skin as if he can’t bear to pull away.
When he finally eases you back onto your unsteady legs, his hands linger at your waist, steadying you. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, then another to the corner of your mouth, his smile warm even through his exhaustion.
“Not exactly the quick rinse I had in mind,” he murmurs, his voice soft and teasing.
You let out a breathless laugh, swatting weakly at his arm. “Maybe not quick, but definitely worth it.”
His eyes curve into that familiar crescent smile, wet strands of hair plastered to his forehead, cheeks flushed from more than just the heat. He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, thumb brushing your cheek tenderly.
“Everything with you is worth it,” he says simply, the honesty in his voice making your chest tighten.
And when he kisses you again—slow, unhurried, full of love..you realize the rest of the day can wait a few more minutes.
A/n : Things haven't been easy for me lately I am sorry if this fic is not as good... I will do better.
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Taglist: @pochacco-baby , @princesskrystix , @staytinyluva
Oh dear yn, idgaf if you were going to be late... You had hwang hyunijn pressing you against the shower glass 🫠
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Skin against the glass
Pairing: Hyunjin × fem!reader
Genre: smut (drabble)
Summary: A quick shower turns into something deeper when Hyunjin presses you against the glass, craving more than just warmth from the water.
The first thing you noticed when Hyunjin tugged you into the bathroom was how warm his hand felt wrapped around yours, even though your skin still held the faint chill of sleep. It was supposed to be simple—just a quick rinse before heading out, clean clothes, breakfast somewhere cute for your rare day off together. Nothing more.
But plans never lasted long when it came to him...
Now, your back is pressed against the cool glass of the shower wall, steam curling through the air while water runs in steady rivulets down your body. Hyunjin has you caged in, his chest flush to yours, his lips mapping every inch of your skin like he’s been starved. The kiss to your jaw, the brush over your throat, the trembling press against your collarbone—each one makes your heart thud harder, a little faster.
“Hyun—” you breathe, your voice shaky as his cock nudges your thigh, hot and heavy even under the water. “We’re… gonna be late.”
He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. Wet strands cling to his forehead, lips pink and parted as he whispers, “I know.” His smile is desperate, almost shy. “But I need you ..J-Just… let me have you like this, please?”
The raw sincerity makes your chest ache. You should say no, should remind him that you both had plans but instead, a sly smile curves your lips. “God, you’re so needy in the mornings.” You tilt your hips, teasing, watching his lashes flutter. “But fine. Since you asked so sweetly.”
His relief is palpable. His hand slips lower, fingers sliding between your thighs, coaxing you open with a touch that’s reverent despite the way his breath comes ragged. The water makes everything slick, his movements careful, slow, until the nudge of his length against your entrance steals your breath.
You’d thought a shower together would be playful—warm kisses, teasing arguments about the water temperature. Instead, he’s trembling against you, eyes glazed like he belongs nowhere else but here.
“Please…” he murmurs, lining himself up with shaky precision. “Need to feel you.”
Your teeth catch his shoulder lightly as you whisper, “Then take me. I’m yours, Hyun.”
And thats all it took...The first push makes your head fall back against the glass. The stretch of him, the way he sinks in deep, has your lungs stuttering for air. Hyunjin gasps, a broken sound, his forehead pressing to yours as if the closeness is the only thing holding him together.
For a long moment, neither of you move. Just the rush of water, the steam, the trembling grip of his hands on your thighs as he holds you up. His lashes are wet, his voice ragged when he finally whispers, “God, you’re perfect.”
Then he moves. Slow at first, each roll of his hips deliberate, careful—pulling sounds from your lips that he drinks up like they’re sacred. His kisses are messy, desperate, landing on your mouth, your cheek, your temple, like he can’t stop reminding you how much he adores you.
“Feels so good,” he breathes against your lips, his words tumbling out unrestrained. “You make me feel… fuck, baby, you make me feel everything.”
It doesn’t stay slow for long. The need overtakes him, pace quickening, the wet slap of skin echoing through the shower. His moans tangle with yours, his hands gripping tighter, his body trembling with every thrust.
“Come for me,” he pleads, voice almost breaking. “Please, baby, I need it-I need to feel you fall apart for me.”
Your nails rake down his back, head tipping forward to pant against his lips. “Then make me come, Hyun. Don’t stop...fuck me harder.”
A groan tears from his throat as he shifts, angling his hips just right before slamming back into you. The new angle has him brushing against that spot deep inside, again and again, until your vision blurs. Each thrust is sharper, more desperate, his grip on your thighs almost bruising as he drives into you with everything he has.
The pleasure builds too fast, too much to hold back. The orgasm rips through you sudden and consuming, every nerve sparking as you clench tight around him. He chokes on a moan, burying his face in your neck, fucking you through it with trembling desperation. The squeeze of your release drags him under, his hips jerking hard before he spills inside you with a broken groan, whispering your name like a prayer.
The world narrows to steam and water and the sound of your ragged breaths mingling together. Hyunjin holds you close, chest pressed to yours, his lips brushing your damp skin as if he can’t bear to pull away.
When he finally eases you back onto your unsteady legs, his hands linger at your waist, steadying you. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, then another to the corner of your mouth, his smile warm even through his exhaustion.
“Not exactly the quick rinse I had in mind,” he murmurs, his voice soft and teasing.
You let out a breathless laugh, swatting weakly at his arm. “Maybe not quick, but definitely worth it.”
His eyes curve into that familiar crescent smile, wet strands of hair plastered to his forehead, cheeks flushed from more than just the heat. He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, thumb brushing your cheek tenderly.
“Everything with you is worth it,” he says simply, the honesty in his voice making your chest tighten.
And when he kisses you again—slow, unhurried, full of love..you realize the rest of the day can wait a few more minutes.
A/n : Things haven't been easy for me lately I am sorry if this fic is not as good... I will do better.
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Taglist: @pochacco-baby , @princesskrystix , @staytinyluva
Hiiii ! Can I be added in your tag list please ? 🤗🤗 love your work btw !
Hii baby, ofc adding you to the taglist right away .Thanks so much for loving my work, it means a lot. Hope you’re having a great day<3
Skin against the glass
Pairing: Hyunjin × fem!reader
Genre: smut (drabble)
Summary: A quick shower turns into something deeper when Hyunjin presses you against the glass, craving more than just warmth from the water.
The first thing you noticed when Hyunjin tugged you into the bathroom was how warm his hand felt wrapped around yours, even though your skin still held the faint chill of sleep. It was supposed to be simple—just a quick rinse before heading out, clean clothes, breakfast somewhere cute for your rare day off together. Nothing more.
But plans never lasted long when it came to him...
Now, your back is pressed against the cool glass of the shower wall, steam curling through the air while water runs in steady rivulets down your body. Hyunjin has you caged in, his chest flush to yours, his lips mapping every inch of your skin like he’s been starved. The kiss to your jaw, the brush over your throat, the trembling press against your collarbone—each one makes your heart thud harder, a little faster.
“Hyun—” you breathe, your voice shaky as his cock nudges your thigh, hot and heavy even under the water. “We’re… gonna be late.”
He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. Wet strands cling to his forehead, lips pink and parted as he whispers, “I know.” His smile is desperate, almost shy. “But I need you ..J-Just… let me have you like this, please?”
The raw sincerity makes your chest ache. You should say no, should remind him that you both had plans but instead, a sly smile curves your lips. “God, you’re so needy in the mornings.” You tilt your hips, teasing, watching his lashes flutter. “But fine. Since you asked so sweetly.”
His relief is palpable. His hand slips lower, fingers sliding between your thighs, coaxing you open with a touch that’s reverent despite the way his breath comes ragged. The water makes everything slick, his movements careful, slow, until the nudge of his length against your entrance steals your breath.
You’d thought a shower together would be playful—warm kisses, teasing arguments about the water temperature. Instead, he’s trembling against you, eyes glazed like he belongs nowhere else but here.
“Please…” he murmurs, lining himself up with shaky precision. “Need to feel you.”
Your teeth catch his shoulder lightly as you whisper, “Then take me. I’m yours, Hyun.”
And thats all it took...The first push makes your head fall back against the glass. The stretch of him, the way he sinks in deep, has your lungs stuttering for air. Hyunjin gasps, a broken sound, his forehead pressing to yours as if the closeness is the only thing holding him together.
For a long moment, neither of you move. Just the rush of water, the steam, the trembling grip of his hands on your thighs as he holds you up. His lashes are wet, his voice ragged when he finally whispers, “God, you’re perfect.”
Then he moves. Slow at first, each roll of his hips deliberate, careful—pulling sounds from your lips that he drinks up like they’re sacred. His kisses are messy, desperate, landing on your mouth, your cheek, your temple, like he can’t stop reminding you how much he adores you.
“Feels so good,” he breathes against your lips, his words tumbling out unrestrained. “You make me feel… fuck, baby, you make me feel everything.”
It doesn’t stay slow for long. The need overtakes him, pace quickening, the wet slap of skin echoing through the shower. His moans tangle with yours, his hands gripping tighter, his body trembling with every thrust.
“Come for me,” he pleads, voice almost breaking. “Please, baby, I need it-I need to feel you fall apart for me.”
Your nails rake down his back, head tipping forward to pant against his lips. “Then make me come, Hyun. Don’t stop...fuck me harder.”
A groan tears from his throat as he shifts, angling his hips just right before slamming back into you. The new angle has him brushing against that spot deep inside, again and again, until your vision blurs. Each thrust is sharper, more desperate, his grip on your thighs almost bruising as he drives into you with everything he has.
The pleasure builds too fast, too much to hold back. The orgasm rips through you sudden and consuming, every nerve sparking as you clench tight around him. He chokes on a moan, burying his face in your neck, fucking you through it with trembling desperation. The squeeze of your release drags him under, his hips jerking hard before he spills inside you with a broken groan, whispering your name like a prayer.
The world narrows to steam and water and the sound of your ragged breaths mingling together. Hyunjin holds you close, chest pressed to yours, his lips brushing your damp skin as if he can’t bear to pull away.
When he finally eases you back onto your unsteady legs, his hands linger at your waist, steadying you. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, then another to the corner of your mouth, his smile warm even through his exhaustion.
“Not exactly the quick rinse I had in mind,” he murmurs, his voice soft and teasing.
You let out a breathless laugh, swatting weakly at his arm. “Maybe not quick, but definitely worth it.”
His eyes curve into that familiar crescent smile, wet strands of hair plastered to his forehead, cheeks flushed from more than just the heat. He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, thumb brushing your cheek tenderly.
“Everything with you is worth it,” he says simply, the honesty in his voice making your chest tighten.
And when he kisses you again—slow, unhurried, full of love..you realize the rest of the day can wait a few more minutes.
A/n : Things haven't been easy for me lately I am sorry if this fic is not as good... I will do better.
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Taglist: @pochacco-baby , @princesskrystix , @staytinyluva
Let me just die
Noo baby don’t die 😭😭
Skin against the glass
Pairing: Hyunjin × fem!reader
Genre: smut (drabble)
Summary: A quick shower turns into something deeper when Hyunjin presses you against the glass, craving more than just warmth from the water.
The first thing you noticed when Hyunjin tugged you into the bathroom was how warm his hand felt wrapped around yours, even though your skin still held the faint chill of sleep. It was supposed to be simple—just a quick rinse before heading out, clean clothes, breakfast somewhere cute for your rare day off together. Nothing more.
But plans never lasted long when it came to him...
Now, your back is pressed against the cool glass of the shower wall, steam curling through the air while water runs in steady rivulets down your body. Hyunjin has you caged in, his chest flush to yours, his lips mapping every inch of your skin like he’s been starved. The kiss to your jaw, the brush over your throat, the trembling press against your collarbone—each one makes your heart thud harder, a little faster.
“Hyun—” you breathe, your voice shaky as his cock nudges your thigh, hot and heavy even under the water. “We’re… gonna be late.”
He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. Wet strands cling to his forehead, lips pink and parted as he whispers, “I know.” His smile is desperate, almost shy. “But I need you ..J-Just… let me have you like this, please?”
The raw sincerity makes your chest ache. You should say no, should remind him that you both had plans but instead, a sly smile curves your lips. “God, you’re so needy in the mornings.” You tilt your hips, teasing, watching his lashes flutter. “But fine. Since you asked so sweetly.”
His relief is palpable. His hand slips lower, fingers sliding between your thighs, coaxing you open with a touch that’s reverent despite the way his breath comes ragged. The water makes everything slick, his movements careful, slow, until the nudge of his length against your entrance steals your breath.
You’d thought a shower together would be playful—warm kisses, teasing arguments about the water temperature. Instead, he’s trembling against you, eyes glazed like he belongs nowhere else but here.
“Please…” he murmurs, lining himself up with shaky precision. “Need to feel you.”
Your teeth catch his shoulder lightly as you whisper, “Then take me. I’m yours, Hyun.”
And thats all it took...The first push makes your head fall back against the glass. The stretch of him, the way he sinks in deep, has your lungs stuttering for air. Hyunjin gasps, a broken sound, his forehead pressing to yours as if the closeness is the only thing holding him together.
For a long moment, neither of you move. Just the rush of water, the steam, the trembling grip of his hands on your thighs as he holds you up. His lashes are wet, his voice ragged when he finally whispers, “God, you’re perfect.”
Then he moves. Slow at first, each roll of his hips deliberate, careful—pulling sounds from your lips that he drinks up like they’re sacred. His kisses are messy, desperate, landing on your mouth, your cheek, your temple, like he can’t stop reminding you how much he adores you.
“Feels so good,” he breathes against your lips, his words tumbling out unrestrained. “You make me feel… fuck, baby, you make me feel everything.”
It doesn’t stay slow for long. The need overtakes him, pace quickening, the wet slap of skin echoing through the shower. His moans tangle with yours, his hands gripping tighter, his body trembling with every thrust.
“Come for me,” he pleads, voice almost breaking. “Please, baby, I need it-I need to feel you fall apart for me.”
Your nails rake down his back, head tipping forward to pant against his lips. “Then make me come, Hyun. Don’t stop...fuck me harder.”
A groan tears from his throat as he shifts, angling his hips just right before slamming back into you. The new angle has him brushing against that spot deep inside, again and again, until your vision blurs. Each thrust is sharper, more desperate, his grip on your thighs almost bruising as he drives into you with everything he has.
The pleasure builds too fast, too much to hold back. The orgasm rips through you sudden and consuming, every nerve sparking as you clench tight around him. He chokes on a moan, burying his face in your neck, fucking you through it with trembling desperation. The squeeze of your release drags him under, his hips jerking hard before he spills inside you with a broken groan, whispering your name like a prayer.
The world narrows to steam and water and the sound of your ragged breaths mingling together. Hyunjin holds you close, chest pressed to yours, his lips brushing your damp skin as if he can’t bear to pull away.
When he finally eases you back onto your unsteady legs, his hands linger at your waist, steadying you. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, then another to the corner of your mouth, his smile warm even through his exhaustion.
“Not exactly the quick rinse I had in mind,” he murmurs, his voice soft and teasing.
You let out a breathless laugh, swatting weakly at his arm. “Maybe not quick, but definitely worth it.”
His eyes curve into that familiar crescent smile, wet strands of hair plastered to his forehead, cheeks flushed from more than just the heat. He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, thumb brushing your cheek tenderly.
“Everything with you is worth it,” he says simply, the honesty in his voice making your chest tighten.
And when he kisses you again—slow, unhurried, full of love..you realize the rest of the day can wait a few more minutes.
A/n : Things haven't been easy for me lately I am sorry if this fic is not as good... I will do better.
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Taglist: @pochacco-baby , @princesskrystix , @staytinyluva
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