OMG I can't anymore bro I genuinely want to die, I don't find joy in anything anymore and I literally just want someone to ask if IM okay rather then venting to me 20/4/7 it literally makes me feel worse that nobody actually cares and that im noones favorite person. I literally js wanna be loved and find happiness in something for once. I literally give up bro like the only thing actually keeping me alive rn are games and shows?? Like wtf that's pathetic, I should have more to want to live for.
warnings: this chapter has smut!! MDNI! 18+. p in v unprotected. oral (r receiving), just a bunch of love making, daeho being vocal, praise, vulgar dialogue.
the house felt strangely quiet without the familiar sounds of tiny feet padding across the floor, the giggles and babbles of your daughters filling every corner.
stillness settled over you like a soft blanket, both comforting and unsettling. you stood by the window, watching as jia buckled seo-ah into her car seat, her practiced hands moving with ease.
byeol, snug in her infant carrier, was already dozing, her tiny hands curled into fists. jia smiled up at you through the glass, her warm, maternal energy radiating even from a distance.
“eomma! we’re going to have so much fun!” seo-ah called out, waving her little hand excitedly.
you forced a smile, waving back from out the window.
“i know, baby. be good for auntie jia, okay?”
“okay!”
you felt dae-ho’s hand slip around your waist, his presence grounding you.
“they’re going to be fine,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.
you leaned into him, exhaling the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.
“i know. it’s just… we’ve never been away from them this long.”
“jia’s got this. she raised min-jun like a pro, remember?”
min-jun, one of daeho's many nephews, and jia's only child who is now sixteen.
you nodded. jia was incredible, a strong, patient mother who had always made parenthood seem effortless.
you trusted her completely, but the idea of spending an entire weekend away from your babies tugged at your heart.
jia approached the door, knocking softly before stepping inside.
“hey, you two,” she greeted, her warm smile easing some of your nerves.
“hey,” you and dae-ho replied in unison.
jia glanced between you both, noticing the tension lingering in your shoulders.
“they’re going to be fine, unnie. i promise.” she placed a reassuring hand on your arm. “seo-ah is already planning our whole weekend. she’s got me making pancakes tomorrow morning and taking her to the park by my home.”
you chuckled softly.
“that sounds like her.”
“and byeol is so easygoing, a quiet baby. min-jun wasn't like that, she’s been a dream so far.”
you smiled, though your heart still felt heavy.
“thank you again, jia. really.”
she waved it off.
“please, i’m excited. and you two deserve this. a weekend to yourselves.” she arched an eyebrow, smirking.
“go have fun. sleep in. enjoy each other!”
you blushed slightly, while dae-ho chuckled, pulling you closer.
“we’ll try,” he promised.
jia gave you both one more hug before heading back to the car. you watched as she drove off, the car disappearing down the street, leaving an unfamiliar silence behind.
you stood there for a moment, feeling the absence of your daughters like a weight in the room.
dae-ho squeezed your hand.
“so… what do we do now?”
you let out a soft laugh.
“i… have no idea.”
“me neither.”
you both wandered into the living room, where the couch seemed bigger without toys scattered all over it.
you sank into the cushions, leaning against dae-ho’s side as he wrapped an arm around you.
“this is weird,” you murmured, snuggling into him.
“yeah. but kinda nice, right?”
“it is.”
you sat there in silence, the kind that only comes when there’s no rush, no distractions. just the two of you, alone for the first time in what felt like forever.
dae-ho’s fingers traced lazy circles on your arm.
“hey,” he said after a moment.
“hmm?”
“go get ready.”
you tilted your head to look at him.
“for what?”
your husband's lips curled into a soft smile.
“i’m taking you out to dinner tonight.”
you blinked, caught off guard.
“seriously?”
“yeah. an actual date night. just us two without the babies.”
you hesitated. it had been so long since you’d done anything like that, just the two of you.
“are you sure?”
“positive. we deserve this, y/n.” he cupped your cheek, brushing his thumb over your skin.
“go get dressed. we’re going out.”
your heart fluttered at his words, warmth blooming in your chest.
“okay,” you whispered, smiling.
you took your time getting ready, savoring the quiet as you stood in front of the mirror.
you pulled on the prettiest pink dress you own, one that flowed gently over your body, perfect for the warm spring evening.
as you slipped the pink dress over your shoulders, the fabric draped over your body in a way that made you pause. it hugged your curves gently, the skirt flowing down your legs with a familiar ease.
you turned slightly in front of the mirror, your eyes widening as you noticed how the dress fit, snug in the right places, loose where it needed to be, just like it had before you’d ever had kids. it is tight around the bomb area, but that is perfectly okay, that part of your chest has grown naturally with kids.
a soft smile spread across your face as you took it in. for months after having byeol, you hadn’t felt quite like yourself...your body still healing, changing, adjusting.
now, standing here, you saw the first signs of the old you coming back, blending with the woman and mother you had become.
your hands instinctively wrapped around your waist, hugging yourself, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest.
the fabric hugged you in all the right places, the color bringing a softness to your features.
you did your makeup lightly, just enough to feel special, before slipping on your favorite heels that matched with the dress.
when you walked into the living room, dae-ho was already waiting, dressed in a sleek black suit, his hair styled perfectly. he looked up as you entered, his eyes widening, a slow smile spreading across his face.
“wow,” he breathed, standing up.
you felt heat rise to your cheeks.
“you clean up pretty well yourself.”
he chuckled, reaching for your hand and spinning you around gently.
“you look beautiful, baby.”
“thank you,” you murmured, feeling butterflies stir in your stomach, just like the early days of your relationship.
“ready?” he asked, offering his arm.
“ready.”
you both stepped out into the warm evening air, the warm countryside feeling fresh before hitting the train out to the city center of seoul.
it felt surreal...just the two of you with no diaper bags, no car seats, no toys in tow.
this was your night. you planned to enjoy every second of it.
a half an hour later exiting the subway station, a cool spring breeze brushed past you as you and dae-ho climbed the steps, your heels clicking softly against the pavement.
the city lights of seoul shimmered in the distance. however, the familiar sterile smell of the subway station lingered.
for a moment, the weight of past memories pulled at you...the fluorescent lighting, the dull hum of vending machines, the heavy presence of the recruiter who’d handed you that fateful card after playing the stupid ddakji game.
you felt a slight tension in your chest, and as if on cue, dae-ho’s fingers laced through yours, his grip tightening gently.
you turned up and glanced at him, catching the subtle flicker of unease in his eyes. he was thinking about it too.
neither of you spoke about it though.
it was a silent agreement...a pact made without words. tonight wasn’t for those memories. it wasn’t for the darkness that loomed in your past or the haunting remnants of the games.
it wasn’t for worrying about seo-ah and byeol, even though both your hearts ached a little at the thought of them.
tonight was just for the two of you.
“you okay?” dae-ho asked softly, his thumb brushing the back of your hand.
you nodded, giving him a small smile.
“yeah. you?”
“yeah.” he exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing, “let’s have a good night.”
“a great night.”
the unease faded with each step away from the subway, replaced by a warm anticipation as you approached the restaurant. it was a towering glass building, its sleek design and gold accents signaling the kind of luxury that would’ve made you both uncomfortable in the past. however, you do not feel that uncomfortable financial burden anymore.
you and dae-ho had money now...enough to live comfortably, enough to give your daughters everything they needed, and then some. the way that wealth had come to you lingered in the back of your mind like a shadow sometimes. even as you walked into the upscale restaurant, its marble floors gleaming under crystal chandeliers, you couldn’t help but feel a strange disconnect.
“who would’ve thought?” dae-ho murmured as the hostess led you to your table by the window, offering a stunning view of the city skyline.
you chuckled softly, smoothing your dress as you sat down.
“not me.”
“this place is insane,” he added, glancing around at the elegant décor, the soft ambient music and the waitstaff dressed in perfectly pressed uniforms.
you both scanned the menus, leather-bound and heavy in your hands, listing dishes with names you could barely pronounce.
years ago, this would have sent you into a quiet panic, worrying about prices, about fitting in, about not belonging.
tonight, there was a calm acceptance.
“so,” dae-ho began, setting his menu down and folding his hands on the table, “how are you doing? really?”
the question caught you off guard. it wasn’t just small talk...it was genuine, filled with that soft, steady concern he always carried for you.
you paused, considering.
“better,” you admitted. “earlier, when I was getting ready… I put on that pink dress and noticed how it fit.”
your husband tilted his head, his eyes softening. “yeah?”
“yeah. it felt like… I’m finally starting to get my body back after having byeol. I looked in the mirror and for the first time in a while, I felt a little confident again.”
a slow smile spread across his face, his hand reaching across the table to take yours. daeho's fingers were warm, his touch gentle as he smoothed his thumb over your knuckles.
“you are beautiful,” he said firmly, his eyes never leaving yours.
“you’ve always been beautiful. before the kids, during both pregnancies and even now. you’re incredible, y/n.”
the sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten with emotion. daeho's gaze held so much love, so much admiration that it was almost overwhelming.
you could see it in the way his eyes softened, in the little upward curve of his lips...the light that always appeared when he looked at you.
“thank you,” you whispered, feeling your heart swell.
he smiled, his thumb still brushing over your hand.
“always.”
you hesitated for a moment, then asked, “how about you? how have your therapy sessions been going?”
for a moment, something flickered across his face, something guarded, but then he relaxed, letting out a soft breath.
“good,” he replied. “really good. my therapist has been helping me work through a lot, especially… the ganghwa.. um- thing.. and… well, everything else. he has been nice.”
you nodded, squeezing his hand.
“I’ve noticed. you’ve been doing so well. I’m really proud of you.”
he gave you a soft, almost shy smile, his ears tinged pink.
“i’m trying.”
“i love you,” you said, feeling the weight of those words fully.
daeho's smile widened, his eyes filled with warmth.
“I love you too.”
however, the waiter arrived, interrupting the tender moment.
“are you both ready to order?”
you smiled politely, letting go of dae-ho’s hand to glance back at the menu.
“yes, I’ll have the salmon with rice and vegetables, please.”
the waiter nodded, jotting the order down on his ipad before turning to dae-ho.
“i'll take the galbi-jjim,” dae-ho said, choosing one of the fancier korean dishes on the menu.
“excellent choices. I’ll be back with your drinks shortly.”
as the waiter walked away, you found yourself about to bring up the babies. something about how seo-ah probably had pancakes for dinner and how byeol was likely fussing about now.
however, you stopped yourself just in time. instead, you leaned in, a playful grin on your face.
“so… I started watching this old american sitcom the other day, one I used to watch back home back then...” you began, twirling your fork between your fingers.
dae-ho raised an eyebrow, interest piqued.
“oh? which one?”
“it’s called full house. I found it online and I started to remember how much I used to love that show as a kid. it’s cheesy but… I don’t know, it makes me laugh.”
daeho's face lit up, his shoulders relaxing as he chuckled.
“that's very nice, I've heard of it but I have never seen it before.”
you smiled, warmth blooming in your chest.
“it reminds me of home, in a weird way. it’s… comforting.”
he reached for your hand again, his thumb stroking gently.
“I’m glad. I know how hard it’s been for you to find things that feel safe.”
you nodded, thinking back to how your taste in shows had shifted over the years.
before the games, you used to watch intense thrillers, horror films, anything dark and gritty. after surviving the games, those kinds of shows felt suffocating...too real and too triggering.
now, sitcoms and lighthearted comedies were your go-to.
“it’s funny,” you mused, “I used to love horror movies and all that dark stuff, but now… I can’t even handle jump scares. I just want something that makes me laugh.”
“that makes sense,” dae-ho agreed, his voice gentle.
“after everything we went through… I’m glad you’ve found something that brings you peace.”
you smiled, feeling the weight on your chest lift a little.
“and when I’m not watching sitcoms, I’m stuck watching all of seo-ah’s cartoons while you're doing work in the office.”
he laughed, the sound deep and warm.
“oh, the joys of parenting. at least her shows are educational, right?”
“sure,” you giggled, rolling your eyes.
“if learning how to sing every nursery rhyme and counting to one-hundred counts.”
he chuckled, and in that moment, everything felt easy and simple. you were just two people in love, on a normal date night, without the weight of your past hanging over you.
you caught the way he was looking at you again...soft, admiring, like you were the only person in the room.
the both of you got your food not too long afterwards. the food was delicious, super good.
as you swirled your fork around the last few bites of salmon, the soft hum of the restaurant filled the space between you and dae-ho. the warm glow of the chandeliers above cast a golden hue on the table, making the wine glasses shimmer, and the soft murmur of conversations from the few other people around created a peaceful backdrop. it felt… perfect.
dae-ho leaned back in his chair, his hand resting lazily around his glass as he looked at you, his gaze filled with something deeper, calm, love, maybe even a little wonder.
“we should go on a vacation soon,” he said, his voice soft but excited, like the thought had been bouncing around in his head for a while.
you perked up, setting your fork down.
“yeah?”
he nodded, a slight grin on his face.
“yeah. maybe okinawa in japan? or jeju island? somewhere warm, by the water or even hawaii... I don't know just a real beach vacation.”
the thought made your heart flutter. a real family vacation. you could almost see it now: seo-ah building sandcastles, byeol’s tiny feet dipping into the water for the first time, you and dae-ho under a beach umbrella, watching it all unfold.
you smiled at him, the idea filling you with warmth.
“that sounds perfect.”
then, practicality hit, and you laughed softly, shaking your head.
“but… maybe we should wait a bit? byeol’s only four months old. traveling with her right now might be… a lot.”
he chuckled, his hand moving to rub at the back of his neck.
“yeah, you’re right. i got ahead of myself.”
you reached across the table, placing your hand over his. “no, i love that you’re thinking about it. it means a lot.” you paused, letting the moment sit between you before adding, “it’s kinda funny, though. having these kinds of conversations now, with our own little family.”
daeho's eyebrows lifted, and a soft smile tugged at his lips as he nodded in agreement.
“i know,” you continued, “it wasn’t that long ago what, five years? we were just starting out. barely had enough money to get those cheap triangle kimbaps from the convenience store. and that tiny apartment of yours…” you laughed, the memory vivid in your mind.
“remember how the ceiling leaked every time it rained?”
he let out a deep laugh, his shoulders shaking.
“oh my god, yes and that heater? the one that would rattle like it was going to explode every winter?”
“i was sure we’d freeze to death that first year,” you giggled, your fingers still tracing his knuckles.
dae-ho’s laughter faded into a fond smile.
“but you stayed. through all of that.” his voice softened, eyes locking with yours. “and now… we’re here. I feel, i don’t know...complete, I guess? knowing we made it out of tha- that i got us here.”
your heart clenched, your chest swelling with emotion. you could see the pride in his eyes, the relief, too. you squeezed his hand gently.
“we did it together, dae-ho. yeah... i feel complete too.”
the two of you ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, occasionally offering each other bites and exchanging smiles.
as you finished the last bites of your meal, you leaned back in your chair, your hand resting on your stomach.
“i don’t think i’ve been this full in years,” you said, laughing softly.
dae-ho grinned, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
“me neither.”
you both sat there for a moment, soaking in the calmness. the restaurant was still relatively quiet...only a few couples scattered across the room, some leaning in close to each other, others sipping wine and laughing.
“it’s nice here,” you murmured, glancing around.
“everyone just… looks so content.”
“yeah,” dae-ho agreed, his voice soft.
“maybe they’re like us...getting a rare night away from their kids.”
you smiled at the thought, leaning your chin against your hand as you gazed at him.
“probably but i don’t think anyone here’s been through what we have. at least I hope not...”
he nodded, his expression turning thoughtful.
“no… probably not.”
“yeah.” you sighed, the peacefulness of the moment wrapping around you like a warm blanket.
you reached across the table, lacing your fingers with his again as your legs caress his underneath the table.
“thank you,” you whispered.
“for what?”
“for this. for everything.”
he smiled, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your hand.
“you don't need to thank me, I would do this for you always.”
another hour goes by as you and dae-ho stepped out of the warm glow of the restaurant, the cool midnight air of spring wrapped around you like a gentle whisper.
it wasn’t freezing, but the april breeze sent a subtle shiver up your arms, making you instinctively rub your hands over them for warmth. you didn’t say anything, but dae-ho noticed immediately. he always did as he observed your movements. without a word, he slipped off his blazer and gently draped it over your shoulders.
the soft fabric was still warm from his body heat, carrying his familiar scent, cologne mixed with something uniquely him.
“there,” he murmured, adjusting it so it sat comfortably on your shoulders.
“can’t have my wife freezing.” the man chuckled.
you smiled softly, touched by the small but meaningful gesture.
“thank you.”
he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, “always.”
the two of you began walking down the street, your heels clicking lightly against the pavement, though with each step, your exhaustion settled deeper into your body. it wasn’t the kind of tiredness that came from stress or worry…just the peaceful fatigue of a long, perfect night.
you knew if you admitted how tired you were, dae-ho would offer to carry you all the way back home to the countryside without hesitation. as your gaze wandered, something caught your eye, a sleek, towering hotel just down the street.
the way its windows gleamed under the moonlight, reflecting the city skyline, made it feel like a sanctuary. tall and elegant, its name glowed softly in the night, inviting, almost tempting.
you stopped walking, tugging lightly at dae-ho’s hand to get his attention.
he turned to you, brow raised in curiosity.
“what’s up?”
you gestured toward the hotel.
“what if… we just stayed there tonight?”
he followed your gaze, then looked back at you, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“really?”
you nodded, shifting his blazer tighter around your shoulders.
“i’m too tired to head all the way home. and… it could be fun like a mini staycation.”
he considered it for a moment, then his smile widened, warmth dancing in his eyes. “i like that idea. plus,” he chuckled, “i’m pretty tired too. would be nice to just… crash there together.”
“and not worry about anything else,” you added, feeling a flutter of excitement at the thought.
“exactly.”
no other words were spoken before the two of you made your way to the hotel, the building seeming even nicer and bigger as you approached. the glass doors opened silently as you entered the sleek, modern lobby, where soft music played in the background and a massive chandelier sparkled above.
everything smelled faintly of jasmine and something crisp, almost like fresh rain. checking in was quick, and soon you and dae-ho were stepping into the elevator, heading up to the 17th floor.
as the doors closed, you leaned against his side, feeling his arm slip around your waist, holding you close. the soft ding of the elevator signaled your arrival, and you both stepped out, walking down the plush-carpeted hallway until you found your room. once inside, you let out a soft gasp…the view was breathtaking.
the entire far wall was made of floor-to-ceiling windows, revealing the city of seoul in all its midnight glory. glittering lights stretched out endlessly, streets crisscrossing below like illuminated veins, cars moving like tiny, glowing specks.
the han river shimmered in the distance, reflecting the city lights, and the n tower stood tall against the night sky.
“wow,” you whispered, walking up to the windows, placing your hand gently against the cool glass.
dae-ho closed the door behind you, slipping off his shoes before making his way over. he stopped right behind you, his presence warm, grounding. daeho’s hands found your waist, pulling you gently against him, his grip firm but gentle.
“it’s beautiful, huh?” he murmured against your ear, his breath warm with an ulterior motive.
you nodded, your heart fluttering.
“so beautiful.”
your husband’s hands tightened slightly on your waist before his lips found the spot just below your ear, pressing soft, lingering kisses there. the sensation sent a shiver down your spine, but it wasn’t from the cold this time. you closed your eyes, leaning into his touch as his mouth moved lower, his lips trailing delicate kisses along your neck.
the softness, the tenderness…it had been a while since the two of you had this kind of intimacy, uninterrupted, without the background noise of crying babies or toddler giggles. daeho’s hands roamed, sliding over your waist, his fingers tracing the curves of your body through the pink dress you are wearing.
your breath hitched, a soft whimper slipping out as his lips pressed against that sensitive spot just beneath your jawline. you felt your entire body responding, warmth pooling deep in your core, your hands reaching up to grasp his as they held you close.
you turned slowly in his arms, your chest rising and falling, your eyes meeting his. your man’s gaze was heavy with want, filled with love and desire all tangled together. your hands slid up his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. you tilted your chin, your eyes flickering down to his lips before locking back onto his.
you leaned in, pressing your mouth against his, the kiss soft at first but quickly deepening. daeho’s hands moved, one sliding up your back while the other cradled your cheek, holding you there as if he couldn’t get close enough.
the kiss became more urgent, more intense, as you let yourself get lost in the feeling of him. the familiar scent of his cologne, the warmth of his touch, the gentle but possessive way his hands moved over your body. you whimpered against his lips when you felt his hand grab your left ass cheek, realizing just how much you had needed this…him, this moment, this connection.
daeho’s other hands slid down again, gripping your waist firmly as he pressed you closer, deepening the kiss further, like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between the two of you. your fingers tangled in his hair as your lips moved together, every emotion, every ounce of love, and longing pouring into the moment.
the taller man stopped before lifting you up, his left hand staying on your ass with his right going under your dress to lift you up. he carries you to the queen size bed and gets right back into kissing all over your neck and collarbones.
“dae,” you whimpered, his large hand pushing your left leg to open. your leg’s knee lifted up to be closer to your chest as your husband’s bulge pressed against your center.
“baby, what do you want from me?” daeho groaned, his hand coming up to massage your right boob through your dress as he uses his teeth to pull your dress a bit down, exposing your left boob to him.
“i- i need you.” you whimpered.
“use more words sweetheart, i need you to be more specific.” he mumbled against your nipple, taking his lips and kissing around your boob teasing you.
“i need you to make love to me, fuck me, just put yourself inside of me.” you moaned when you feel daeho’s bulge press against your center once again. your underwear was ruined, completely soaked, and your husband could feel it through his pants.
your husband moved up to kiss your ear once again. it was clear hat he was tired, as were you, but you guys needed eachother more. tired and lazy sex it is! you whimper softly as you feel your man’s hands pull your soft lacy underwear off of your body, keeping your dress on.
“you’re so big.” you moaned when your bare center settled onto daeho’s clothed cock. he started dry humping you, his lips making contact with yours again. you moaned wanting to feel him inside of you, your core clenched onto nothing as your husband used his free hand to hold your wirsts together above your head.
“be patient, baby.” daeho groaned, feeling himself grow impatient as he looked down at your core, completely soaking his dress pants and the bed below.
“you’re so pretty. i can never get enough of this pussy, can’t i?” your husband whispered to himself but you heard it, you bit your lips as you admire your husband unzipping his pants. the man’s big cock is freed from his pants and boxers, which causes you to spread your legs as wide as possible.
your husband didn’t even bother taking off his pants before he pulled you towards him. he started to kiss down your inner thighs, starting from your knees and going closer and closer to where you wants him to be.
“i’m the impatient one?” you smirked as your husband taking no time in teasing you, as you knew he planned to.
“shhh!” he whispered against your soft inner legs.
daeho finally reached your center and you released the loudest moan when he kitten licked from your center and up to your clit. he started flicking at it with the tip of his tongue, using his thumb to expose the little bud from its hood.
your hands grabbed your man’s dark hair as he held one hand on your waist, the other massaging your left thigh.
“yes, fuck! you’re doing so amazing.” you praised. your man pushed his tongue inside of your walls which causes you to whine in pleasure. your dress was pushed up your waist, and daeho’s face was completely covered with your juices
after feeling the familiar tightness in your core, you arched your back off of the bed.
“ah ah, stay.” daeho held your waist in order for yout entire body to on the bed. he admired your soaked vagina before sitting up, seeing how much you’re ready for him.
“please fuck me.” you say.
daeho places your legs on his shoulders before bending down to kiss you. neither of you bothered to take off your clothes. again, your dress gave him easy access and he was too tired to take off his pants completely. he needed you as soon as possible.
you look down and moan at daeho moving his fat mushroom tip along her folds, you moaned when it make contact with your swollen clit before it slips in easily. your juices coating his cock perfectly as you feel your walls greet the familiar dick inside of you.
as good as daeho’s cock was, you can’t question how you’ve gotten pregnant twice.
“fuck, you’re always so soaked.” your husband leans down, engulfing you in a heated kiss as your walls grip his cock perfectly.
you moaned loudly, never getting enough of daeho’s dirty talk.
your love combined with your sex made daeho the happiest man in the world. seeing his love under him as you looked down at his dick rearranging your insides every.single.time with your glassy eyes and swollen lips made his cock twitch more than he could count.
“you’re so pretty.” daeho whimpered. you felt yourself clutch around his dick due to his whimpering. you could never get enough.
“your dick is sooo big!” you moaned, spreading your legs as an angle which helped daeho’s tip kiss at her cervix.
“all for you, mama, all for you.” daeho kissed your lips once again, his tongue entering your mouth at a nice pace.
your husband continued to moan and whisper as your insides pulsed around his sick, “i’m gonna-“ you moaned, before you realized that you couldn’t gold it. he is too good. you finally released all over daeho, getting your juices all over his cock and the bedsheets, as his hand caressed your face.
“I’m almost done, i’m almost there sweetheart, hold out for me.” daeho fucked into you harder, knowing how sensitive your pussy is now. as he felt himself coming inside of your walls, you nearly squealed at his dick abusing that good spot inside of you.
“fuck fuck fuck!” you scratched at his bicep.
“oh my god you’re so amazing, that was needed.” daeho pulled out of you.
the love of your life laid on top of you, his body weight a little crushing but it served as a warm blanket in the cool hotel room. you smiled, noticing how both of you were still dressed.
“it was needed. i love how we didn’t bother to take off our clothes.” you smile, smoothing your hands through daeho’s soft hair as his hands gripped at your childbearing hips in comfort.
“yea, we were both impatient.” daeho jokes, coming up to kiss your lips softly before fully falling asleep on your chest.
gang I feel empty like I need to vent to someone but as soon as I vent to someone I feel bad and like I feel as if Im making everything worse like I comfort a lot of people and idk and I feel really bad Abt lot of things and AH I WANNA DIE /lh /j
first time posting something like this kinda nervy but i had to write for my pookie dae ho and my bro said it was good enough to post so here DAE HO TRUTHERS EAT UP if this does well there will be more to come trust
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
he's such a gentleman when it comes to aftercare. he’ll immediately help you clean up before you have the chance to move an inch, he’ll give you one of his shirts to wear (if you're not already wearing one) and he'll literally carry you to the bathroom to shower together. but if you're both too tired he'll just pull you close to him and play with your hair until you fall asleep in his arms
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
i think his own favorite body part would be his chest, hes got some nice pecs and he knows it. also cause he has a lot of upper body strength 🤤🤤 on you though its hard to choose one but he always finds himself grabbing onto your thighs and love handles so i think its safe to say those are his favorites
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
hes not a fan of making a mess, which isnt much of an issue anyway because spoiler alert he has a breeding kink!! he loves filling you up, especially when you both cum at the same time because it makes him feel connected to you. but if not inside he'll sometimes shoot a load on your face or chest cause it looks pretty when its all over you
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
he thoroughly enjoys being dominated. usually hes the one in control but he will bend over and take it like a good boy whenever the opportunity arises. being a big strong man is hard work, sometimes he needs to be taken care of too
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
he doesnt have a crazy body count or anything but he knows what hes doing for sure. especially when it comes to you, he knows your body and how to turn you on instantly and make you cum fast it fills him with so much pride
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
he loves the intimacy of missionary. any position where he can look into your eyes and be pressed skin to skin with you are his favorite. cowgirl is a close contender because he can look up at you while motorboating you and gripping your thighs. he also likes the one where he lifts you up and fucks you against the wall cuz he gets to remind you how strong he is. trying out new positions is fun with him too, he'll have your legs bending in ways you never thought possible
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
he doesn't really like being too serious in the bedroom, hes almost too giggly sometimes. if he catches himself being all concentrated he'll slow down a little and smile at u n shiiiii but its also so hot when he's just really focused on making you feel good
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
has like no hair down there he shaves as soon as he feels stubble, he just prefers to be clean shaven
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
intimacy may as well be his middle name. he values the connection between you too so much and it's adorable. he's constantly checking in to make sure youre enjoying yourself while also praising you and planting soft kisses all over your body. sometimes you can tell he loses focus just from looking at you. he’ll tuck your hair behind your ear or gently caress your face, he treats you like royalty seriously
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
he doesnt jerk off that much but when he does he's usually thinking of you and definitely whimpers your name when he finishes. he's not much of a porn watcher, all he needs is a pic of you and 5 minutes
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
he's big on hair pulling for sure. like how can you see that mane and not immediately reach for it when hes 7 inches deep inside you. and it goes both ways you’ll catch him yanking on a fistful of your hair without even realizing it. oh yeah hes also into breeding!!!! blowing his load inside is his favorite activity!!!!!
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
basic bitch loves the bedroom. he just likes anywhere that feels the most intimate, sometimes thats your bed or sometimes it's in the shower and he can't keep his hands off you and suddenly you're bent over with your hands pressed against the foggy glass
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
dae ho might not have the highest sex drive but to him, you are his motivation. it drives him insane when you make the first move. he gets weak in the knees when you put your hands on him or whisper something scandalous in his ear when he least expects it, he’ll start matching your energy real quick
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
he’s open to almost anything but hes not really into bdsm or torture and shit like that. he doesnt mind receiving pain but inflicting it on you especially to that extent is a big no-no
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
he could bury his face in between your thighs for hours at a time call this man the headmaster the way he eats pussy like its his last meal, and hearing the sounds you make is only more motivating for him. also BIG on face sitting he cant get enough of it. if you're hesitant about it he'll literally hold your hips down to feel all of your weight on top of him. he prefers giving but he'll still go crazy over the feeling of your mouth wrapped around his dick, especially if you make eye contact while taking it omg he’ll finish in 3 seconds
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
he always caters to you. he starts off slow and sensual, but as you get worked up and start moaning louder he’ll pick up the pace until tears start to form and your legs are shaking. training in the marines paid off thats for sure!!!
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
he’s not really into quickies because he enjoys a more intimate experience and quickies leave him feeling needy. they're unnecessary to have often but when you do its usually just him pleasing you and hes perfectly fine with that; if you're ready to go then so is he
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
he will try almost anything as long as it's with you, but not without having a safeword in place of course. he has his boundaries and he would never forgive himself if he crossed yours
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
this man was a marine he can go for as long as your heart desires. if you're not satisfied then neither is he
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
i dont think he has any for his own personal use but he probably has a few toys for spicing things up when you're together. he’ll bust out his vibrating cock ring for funsies sometimes
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
hes not a huge tease but sometimes he’ll do it just to see you flustered. hes usually too clueless but he’ll whisper shit in your ear because he knows it makes you crumble. but not crazy on teasing cuz he just wants to please you, if anything HES the one getting teased
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
definitely a whimperer. hes usually not very vocal though so its a nice treat when he lets one slip. he's usually too busy talking you through it to make noise, but when hes bottoming though….. yeah not even a pillow is masking that shit
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
cant cum without a good makeout sesh. its his favorite type of foreplay cuz its so intimate and gets him in the mood instantly. sometimes you dont even get to fucking because hes just glued to your lips; he could probably finish from just making out alone
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
hes packing a good 6.5-7 inches with the perfect girth that stretches you out. also a pale shaft with a cute pink tip
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
hes not the super horny type but little things turn him on. like if youre super touchy with him he will fold instantly. if youre cuddling with him and you press your ass against him just to feel him get hard he’ll climb on top of you with almost no hesitation. hes so pathetic when hes needy too you can see it in his expression the way he craves you and only you UGHRHR
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
dae ho refuses to fall asleep before you, i think its impossible actually. your comfort is his biggest priority. he’ll usually snuggle up really close to you with his legs intertwined with yours and run his fingers through your hair, only dozing off when he notices your eyes finally close
♡ warnings. — oral sex (f!receiving) ⋆ p in v ⋆ MDNI 18+ ♡ ft. — hwang in-ho (front man) ‧ nam-gyu (124) ‧ choi su-bong (230) ‧ kang dae-ho (388). ♡ jackie’s note. — very rushed; excuse the typos
HWANG IN-HO doesn’t really celebrate valentine’s day, but you’re soft, naive. you care about things like this. so he humours you. he allows you to sit in his lap, kiss him all sweet and eager, all the while grinding down on his cock. you’re wearing nothing but the necklace he bought you—thin rose gold chain, diamond-encrusted pendant nestled against your collarbone. he watches it in a trance, the pendant bouncing on your tits as you move up and down, your cunt warm and tight around him like a glove. his hands rest on your hips, guiding you even though you don’t need it—you’re already pathetically eager to please.
“thought you wanted a romantic night,” he muses, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “this what you had in mind?” you nod breathlessly, nails digging into his shoulders. in-ho likes you like this—so needy, so fucking grateful for the attention. he tilts his head back against the couch, admiring you with an amused smile, as your lips part when you take him deeper. his patience stretches thin when you start to shake, movements getting sloppy. placing both hands on your waist, he shoves you down onto him. “c’mon, you can do better than that,” fingers ghost over your stomach, closing loosely around your throat. feeling the vibrations as your breath stutters. “what, you get tired that quick?” you shake your head no, but you’re so close, squeezing around him. in-ho doesn’t look convinced in the slightest, but he lets you have it—and when you finally go limp in his arms, he strokes your hair, chuckles low against your ear. “happy valentine’s.”
NAM-GYU is far from the romantic type. tonight—valentine’s day—he’s between your legs, which is rare enough that it almost feels like a gift. he takes his sweet time with kitten licks, tongue flicking over your swollen clit before sealing his lips around it, suckling. he’s messy, too. sloppy. doesn’t care if it dribbles down his chin, doesn’t care about the obscene slurping noises. but when you whimper and your hips buck against his mouth, nam-gyu simply pries your thighs further apart. when you’re right there, teetering on the edge, he slows down a bit. lets you tug on his hair as you grind against his face. and when you fall apart, breathless and trembling, he licks his lips, swiping the slick from his chin with his thumb. then he looks up at you—so damn pleased with himself—and smirks. “happy valentine’s.”
CHOI SU-BONG is a busy man. schedules packed, deadlines looming, cameras always on him. but on valentine’s day, he clears everything for you. his team knows better than to even try and book him—he’s off the grid. the day is extravagant. private dining, exclusive shopping, things you’d never let yourself indulge in if it weren’t for him. he buys you everything you so much as glance at. waits for that little flicker of want, whips out his black and it’s yours. but the real gift comes later. back in his penthouse, su-bong lays you out on the bed, fingers tracing the fresh diamond pendant settled against your collarbone. he spares the dirty talk and doesn’t waste any time—not when you’re so wound up. his mouth is hot against your neck, kissing a path down to your collarbone, breasts. he settles between your thighs takes hold of your ankles, placing them over his shoulders. a groan escapes when he sees how ready you are for him.
“p-please. wan’ you.” you manage, and that’s all it takes—his patience snapped (not that he’s a patient man to start with), feeding his cock into you inch by glorious inch. the position has you spread wide, locked in place and unable to squirm away from the way he fills you. “señorita,” a stretched groan deep from his throat, “taking it so fuckin’ good.” each thrust knocks a little sound out of you, breathy and high-pitched. your hands claw at the silk sheets and he chuckles, adjusting his stance to angle another thrust—there, hitting that sweet spot that makes you see sparks. su-bong presses his thumbs into the soft flesh of your thighs, he’s barely getting started, but you’re already falling apart—fucked-out and glassy-eyed, just for him. “happy valentine’s, baby,” he coos, “hope you can still walk tomorrow.”
KANG DAE-HO wakes up before you do. it’s still early, the dark sky outside tinted with pale yellow, but he doesn’t mind. this morning is special. valentine’s day. he’s planned everything—breakfast at your favourite café, a walk along the han river, dinner at a rooftop restaurant. but right now, all he wants is this. you stir when he presses a kiss to your bare shoulder. warm hand drifts under the covers, tracing over your stomach, up to your ribs. his voice is still husky with sleep when he murmurs a “morning, baby.” into the crook of your neck. your eyelids flutter open, a raspy moan escaping your parted lips. his hand is now between your thighs. god, how you love waking up like this.
“you’re so pretty,” he marvels, nuzzling his nose against yours. he rolls you onto your back, hovering over you, trailing kisses down your jaw, the column of your throat before he returns to your lips. there’s no rush—there never is, not with dae-ho. when he finally pushes into you—that glorious stretch, you sigh into his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck. “gonna make today perfect for you,” he promises. and he does. he doesn’t let up until he’s wrung every ounce of pleasure from you, until you’re a soft, boneless mess beneath him, spent and sated. only then does he press a kiss to the tip of your nose, smoothing your hair back. “happy valentine’s, angel,” he smiles as he tucks you against his chest.
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And right before you can even finish, the moment you step out of the living room, your gaze landed on the floor and there was your boyfriend, asleep on the floor. You almost forgot how exhausted he must've been for today since he wasn't home all day. You, too, were busy with some other stuff, in the house or work related. Back to the situation, your boyfriend was right in front of you, lying on the floor and sleeping like a baby.
You almost didn't wanna move him but the damn floor is cold and he might get shit ton of muscle cramps no lie. You had two options, carry him or wake him up so he can lazily go to the nearest furniture which you'll end up still being worried because you know damn well this man would definitely fall off the damn couch.
...
And that's how you ended up carrying your boyfriend all the way to the bedroom, which led you to have the worst back ache of your life. How'd you even carry him? Of course the old fashioned Bridal Style, you swore you could hear your back cracking a few times each step to the damn bedroom. Nonetheless, he's in bed now and you plopped next to him, panting softly as you closed your eyes... And now you were deep in thought, wondering what on earth he did today that he was fast asleep on the floor the moment he got home.
The thought left you worried still and wide awake until you suddenly heard birds chirping out the window...
wait what?
You rushed to the window and peeked outside, and your jaw nearly dropped when you saw the sun rising, that's also when you realized, your sleep sched will be as fucked up as Ji-yong's soon enough. You lazily went back to bed, staring at the ceiling like you've seen a ghost, thinking and wondering how the fuck did you not notice the damn time.
Eventually you got a few hours of sleep, which means you got at least four hours of sleep. It was eight in the morning and you were sitting up, rubbing your aching head but your back made that crack again and you nearly screamed, luckily you stifled it with a breathless gasp. “Shit..” You muttered as you slowly lied back down, trying to ease the pain.
The moment you did, Ji-yong instantly trapped you in his arms like you'd disappear if he loosened his grasp. “Mmh..” He hummed against your head softly, his fingertips tracing random patterns on your lower back. “You carried me, again.” He murmured, sounding worried and opened his eyes slightly to look at you. “I thought i was dreaming when i heard you whispering cusses.” You deadpanned and sighed, “I can't just leave you on the floor, dragging you would be so rude, waking you up is the rudest.” You said as you gently cupped his cheek and brushed your thumb against his cheekbone.
“You didn't have to.. I told you to wake me up, not carry me. We're both getting old anyway and so are our bodies, now you have back pain again because of me.” He said as he pulled you closer gently, trying to be gentle as possible like how you were so gentle with carrying him hours ago. You sighed softly and planted a soft kiss on his forehead, “Alright, alright.. I'm sorry. I'll wake you up next time.” You muttered softly against his forehead and earned a soft, quiet hum from him.
“Let's sleep for a bit, Aein.. You have no idea how bad i missed cuddling you.” Ji-yong murmured softly and his grasp was literally trapping you, you could barely move. Which left you no choice but to smile softly and close your eyes again. “Okay Aein, love you..”
