how about you losing your v-card to them? would love to hear your take on it
genre: suggestive??
a/n: I wrote this between packing, so this is def not proofread or edited, but when is any of my stuff really? I write like I'm possessed.
warnings: mdni, 18+, soft! svt, in love! svt, boyfriend! svt, first-time! reader, virgin! reader, praise, dirty talk, size difference, hints/descriptions of different positions, squint to see some fluff, fanfiction, teasing, etc.
wc: 3.1k+
SEUNGCHEOL - Seungcheol says it's easier if you're on top.
He gives you a little smile in reassurance, the corner of his mouth curving up as he looks up at you with a fervent stare. His brown eyes are sparkling, and his big hands feel warm on your waist as your thighs straddle his hips with his guidance.
You think about how big his cock is, how it's thick in girth with a slight curve at the tip, and you blush at wondering how it'll fit. You remember the ache in your jaw when you've given head, and your stomach swirls with anticipation.
"Are you ready?"
He's giving you an out because he can see the way your breath hitches when he angles his cock to your entrance, and he's more than happy to go at this at your pace.
But you've been wanting this, so instead of answering, you lower yourself - gasping when you feel him push past and begin to stretch you deliciously.
You both groan in unison, and Seungcheol's grip on your waist tightens, but he doesn't take charge yet; he wants to see you take him all by yourself first.
JEONGHAN - It's all feverish kisses and hands worshipping your body. Jeonghan's taking his time to explore all your dips and curves, teeth ghosting along the spots you felt more sensitive so he can hear the way you soften up for him.
He doesn't give you a chance to overthink it, to worry about how you look when he's leaning over you. Instead, he notes all the ways your body responds to his so beautifully. The way your back arches when his hands sneak down your waist, how your legs automatically part when he slots himself over you leaning down to give you another kiss.
He checks in at every new sensation, making sure you want him to continue, even making you repeat yourself louder just so he can hear you whine his name after.
He uses his tongue, his fingers, and his words to make you come undone. He wants your pretty eyes to be glossy like your lips, and he wants you needy like he is, because he's wanted you for so long, and now you're grabbing onto him like he's your lifeline, and he thinks you're absolutely perfect.
He tells you that too, just as he's sinking into your pretty pussy, watching the way your eyebrows pinch and your mouth drops open. You're gorgeous, fucking gorgeous.
JOSHUA - Joshua talks you through it while guiding you up and down on his cock.
He kisses you ardently between asking for your consent. “Are you sure? Let me hear you say what you want, my love. Tell me what you need." He wants to make sure you really are ready like you said you are because he knows first times matter, and he’s fine with whatever you want.
So when you say the words all breathy, your chest heaving from when he’s kissed you silly - he’s all but pawing off your clothes alongside with his.
He manhandles you onto his lap, feeling the heat between your legs get hotter when he gives you praise, and he tells you to take the lead with a little smirk.
There is no doubt that he’s in charge, but it makes both yours and his heart skip a beat when your hand barely wraps around his shaft. And the both of you seem to hold your breath when you guide him to your weeping cunt with a slow confidence.
“There you go. You’re so wet for me, baby, have you been thinking about this for a while? Been wanting t’know how I feel inside you?”
You have to brace a hand on his chest when his words swirl around your brain. He knows just how to rile you up, throbbing in need.
“We’re gonna take this slow, okay? Want you to feel how good it feels when I reach deeper places your fingers can’t.”
JUN - Jun makes you feel so deliriously good that you think you've lost your mind. He takes his time building you up, playing with you, worshipping you, just so he can make you desperate with need and soaking wet.
He knew it was your first time, he knew you had been nervous, and he knew it meant a lot that you chose him, so he doesn't even get close to undressing himself until he's got you crying out his name twice. Once on his tongue, another on his fingers, and it's only the beginning.
When he's finally deemed you ready, your legs tremble, your eyelashes are wet with tears, and he's peppering kisses all over your cheeks, nose, and lips with a cute laugh.
He's made you a babbling mess, and it's perfect because when he finally nestles between your legs, you're like putty in his hands. He's able to easily maneuver you, pushing one of your legs up to give him better access, and when he slides home? There's no discomfort, just a delicious squelch of you welcoming him in, and your eyes roll back just as he coos. "That's it- so wet for me."
HOSHI - Hoshi doesn't realize this was your first time until it's too late.
He never seemed to stop long enough to question it; he just assumed you were taking things slow, even if you two had been dating for a while now.
Both of you led busy lives, and he was perfectly happy with the make-out sessions you two had when you found time to be together. For him, as long as he got to be with you in any type of capacity, he was happy.
He simply went at your pace and never questioned why it never went past some heavy petting and dry humping. His eyes never sparkled any less when that was your limit, and he hardly blinked an eye when you gave an excuse to stop.
So reflecting on it, he definitely should have seen the signs, but any thoughts he had in his head simply disappeared when you kissed him stupid, blindly guiding him from the couch and towards your bedroom.
It only feels natural that he's got you underneath him on the bed, and his brain is all mushy trying to hear all the pretty noises you make as he kisses down your neck. So when your breath catches as he finally sinks into you, he has to blink a few times before he realizes, and then his eyes are widening with realization.
His lips find yours immediately to kiss the discomfort away, and his movements slow to give you time to adjust as he gives you praise. "Doing so well for me, that's it, take it all for me. We’ll take it nice and slow.”
WONWOO - Wonwoo doesn't let go of your hand the entire time.
He holds onto your hand when he kisses you, soft and sweet at the front door of your apartment. He holds onto your hand when you guide him inside with a cute smile, and he holds onto your hand when you find yourself on his lap at the edge of the bed, his fingers laced with yours as his other hand cups the back of your neck deepening your kiss with a low groan.
When you tell him you want more, he makes sure to hold your hand while he trails his kisses down your neck, only letting go of you to help you out of your clothes.
You squeeze his hand when he does something you like, and his lips curve into a knowing grin when you tug on his hand to pull him closer when it becomes too much, and your thighs clamp around his head, keeping him right there. His fingers dig into your thigh as his other hand squeezes yours in reassurance, and the way you say his name swirls around his brain all whiny and soft.
When you're soft and slick, dripping down your thighs, he holds your hand while he guides his cock to your weeping cunt. He gives you a moment to change your mind, but when you squeeze his hand twice, he pushes his hips forward, rocking into you until you take him to the hilt.
Wonwoo squeezes your hand three times to tell you he loves you before he feels you squeeze him back, but it's not his hand that you squeeze, and the feeling makes him curses between praise, pushing your knee up as he pulls his hips back before sliding back in again with a firm stroke.
WOOZI - Woozi doesn't last long when you tell him you're ready to take the relationship further. He knew this was your first time, and he had it all planned out in his head that he'd take it nice and slow for you, guide you along with praise and kisses before he got a front-row seat to what you'd look and feel like coming a part underneath him.
But his mistake was not accounting for how good you'd feel wrapped around him.
Your nails are leaving crescent-shaped indents into his back, your legs are squeezing his hips, and your pretty pussy is trembling around his shaft so deliciously, his moan breaks off into a gasp.
He shudders in pleasure, gasping an "oh fuck" and his eyes are as dilated as yours are as they look at you with alarm. You can feel every inch, every vein throbbing down his length, and when you are just about to question why he stopped moving, you're blinking up in surprise when you feel him twitch.
Woozi's not even halfway in, you had been taking him so well, but now his ears are burning red all the way down to his chest as he suddenly cums without warning. You had felt too good, and it's so unexpected that his head bows until his lips are kissing up your neck feverishly.
He keeps rocking his hips forward, mumbling against your skin that he's going to make up for it, shivering at the sensitivity of his cock as he feels you suck him in deeper, ready to milk him dry.
MINGHAO - Your first time with Minghao is filled with sweet words, hand holding, and lots of eye contact. It's beyond intimate, and Minghao knows it's important because it's your first, he's your first, and his heart is filled with so much love for you that it might burst out of his chest.
He can't stop praising you with soft whispers and even sweeter kisses, while his movements stay slow but firm. He entwines his fingers with yours, keeping them pinned next to your head, and his brain is absolute mush.
Normally, Minghao is quiet, the observer, who has all of his emotions displayed on his face, but his tongue in check - but now? Now, all of that is out the window. He thinks you're gorgeous, lying underneath him, and he's pretty sure he's giving you praise for taking him so well, for feeling so good, and looking so pretty, but in reality all his words are slurring, and he's so down bad he's stuttering.
"Hck - mmph - does this feel good? Hn - o-oh, you're still so tight, it's like you don't want me to leave, baby."
When you fall apart, he watches intently, taking in the way your eyes roll back and your mouth drops open. His pupils dilate into hearts, and his hips don't falter in rhythm, ready to build you up again - addicted to the way you cry his name.
MINGYU - Mingyu refuses to have your first time be anything but perfect.
He's arranged candles, flowers, a home-cooked meal, and curated a playlist. He denies labeling it "lucky" and also denies that his hands are shaking when you settle on his lap an hour after dinner.
You're gorgeous, all soft and sweet, as he takes his time to kiss you. You make the prettiest noises when he does something you like, and his big hands can't help but squeeze and grab at your waist, whispering praise between kisses as you tilt your head back to give him more space.
He doesn't rush anything; instead, you're the one who has to nudge him along when he kisses you senseless, making you all needy enough to whine out his name like a plea.
Then it's all a blur - his palms slide up your back, pulling you closer, and the kiss turns into something more desperate, both of you pulling at one another's clothes like you can't get them off fast enough.
When it gets too much for him, Mingyu's lips find yours again as he carries you back to the bedroom. He checks in to make sure you really want to continue, reassuring you that it's fine if you change your mind, but you've never been more sure than you are right in that moment; and you show him by pulling him in for another kiss, letting yourself get lost in the touch of his hands on your legs, and his lips on your neck as he talks you through it.
DK - DK is unprepared in the best way possible. He knows you trust him, and he knows you're a virgin, so he figured that when the time was right, he'd make it special and show you how much you meant to him.
The plan was to take you out to a fancy dinner, give you flowers, and tell you how much he loves you, but you had other ideas.
In the time that Dokyeom has dated you, you two have had very close calls where he'd kiss you with his hips snug between your thighs, and it was subconscious the way your make-outs would turn into this addictive grind that left you dizzy in the best way possible.
Your moans would be swallowed by him giving you slow-burn kisses, his tongue rolling over yours as his hips rocked into you, and a familiar heat would pool in your lower stomach.
It was delirious to feel this good and be fully clothed, and when Dokyeom's breath hitched as your nails dug into his biceps? Well, screw his plans for a wine-and-dine first time - you wanted him, and you wanted him now.
You barely give him a chance to think when your hands slip to the front of his pants. Your fingers are already unbuttoning them as he pulls away from your lips to catch his breath, and his eyes swirl seeing you look at him with hunger. His cheeks are flushed like yours as he stutters out, "Are you sure? Right now?" And your only response is to drag his zipper down, taking your first time in your own hands, quite literally.
SEUNGKWAN - You two actually made a pact.
You had been friends for a long time, and you really wanted to lose it to someone you trusted. So that's where your best friend Seungkwan comes into play.
You had made him promise over a bottle of tequila that if both of you were single before your next birthday, you'd fuck, and you cashed it in months later when you realized your birthday was coming up. Both of you were single, and you didn't want to deal with it anymore, so bravely, you called him over.
"Are you sure?" Seungkwans asks for the nth time; his eyes have never been more serious than they're now, and it honestly makes you smile from how concerned your friend is - but you two were already naked, and you've never felt more sure in your life.
You see, you never told Seungkwan this, but you loved him, genuinely, and being underneath him had only solidified it.
"Boo," your smile is soft as you take in his pretty eyes, and before your heart can leap fully out of your chest, you pull him down for a kiss. "I love you."
The moment Seungkwan hears you say it, he knows it's different from all the other times you've said it as a friend, and he all but melts into your kiss as it echoes in his mind.
When he confesses to you that he loves you too, your hands are entwined, and his movements are slow but solid, taking your breath away as he pulls you into another kiss to distract you from the slight discomfort of you taking him to the hilt for the first time.
VERNON - It's awkward, filled with laughter, and shared kisses when you lose your virginity to Vernon.
You were honestly beyond nervous and thankful that Vernon tried to take it slow, tried to help you relax with sweet words and slow kisses. But if we're being honest? You were clutching onto his biceps like your life depended on it, thinking too much with your head.
"My love," Vernon's voice is soft, and your cheeks burn with a blush as he rubs his palms up your thighs in reassurance. "If you don't relax, it won't fit."
Even in the darkness of his bedroom, he knows you, and the minute his words register, you both freeze before falling into a fit of giggles that breaks you from overthinking stupor.
What you didn't realize until now is that sex didn't have to be serious, and the laughter eases something in your chest and in your head, and before you know it, his hips are flush against your ass, and your giggles turn into a breathy moan that'll be seared into his brain forever.
When your eyes meet Vernon's, you see he's just as affected as you are, and he doesn't give you a chance to think before his lips are crashing into yours. "You did so good for me, my love. Now let me take care of you."
DINO - Dino has never been more focused in his life than the way he is right now.
His pupils dilate, his breath comes out shallow, and his cheeks are flushed as he leans over you. "Fuck, you're so pretty." He can't believe you're underneath him. That you're looking up at him with those pretty eyes, and that cute nervous grin, and his tongue rolls over his bottom lip as you give him space to nestle between your open legs.
Dino knows how important this is for you, and he is determined to make you feel good, so he watches intently - taking in all your pretty little noises and flushed cheeks, the way your eyebrows furrow, and the way your lips part when he does something that feels really good.
He makes it all about you. He holds your hands, entwining your fingers, and checks in. "Does this feel good?" "Do you like it when I do that?" "You sound so pretty; let me hear you louder, baby." "Fuck, baby, you feel so good, my love."
You truly feel like heaven, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip, determined to make you fall apart a few times before he shows you that this is only the beginning.
대박 - you made it to the end.
Tell me about it.
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Summary: you can’t stay too mad at your boyfriend, especially when he orders flowers that fill up every surface of your kitchen.
Wc: 1,808
Warnings: not proofread 🥲
MASTERLIST
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The disagreement itself had been stupid.
Not serious enough to become a real argument, but just annoying enough to leave you in a bad mood.
You'd been sitting at the kitchen island that morning wrapped in one of Mingyu's oversized button-down shirts, absently stirring your coffee while watching him get ready for work.
The penthouse was already buzzing with activity around him. Assistants were sending messages, his phone kept lighting up with emails, and somewhere in the background his schedule for the day was being finalised.
Meanwhile, you were focused on one thing. The fact that he had promised to take you shopping.
"You promised you'd come with me today." Your voice broke through the silence as you watched him adjust the cuff of his watch.
Mingyu didn't even look up at first. "I know."
The dry response only irritated you further. Your eyes narrowed as you set your mug down onto the marble countertop with a quiet clink.
"You literally told me you'd clear your afternoon."
"I did."
"And?"
Finally, Mingyu glanced over his shoulder. "And a board meeting got moved."
You stared at him in disbelief before letting out a long sigh. "Oh, a board meeting." The sarcasm dripping from your voice was impossible to miss. "Of course."
A smile threatened to pull at the corner of his mouth. "You knew I wasn't going to cancel a meeting worth millions of dollars."
You folded your arms across your chest. "Maybe I wanted you to."
That finally earned a proper reaction. A quiet laugh escaped him as he shook his head. "You're unbelievable."
"And you're a liar."
The fact that he laughed again only made your annoyance worse. Because he wasn't taking you seriously, at all.
By the time Mingyu was ready to leave, briefcase in hand and suit jacket perfectly pressed, you were still determined to maintain your grudge.
Which was exactly why you were now leaning dramatically over the upstairs railing overlooking the foyer instead of walking him to the door like you usually did.
Your chin rested in the palm of your hand as you watched him from above. Mingyu slipped his phone into his pocket before glancing up. The second he spotted you, his expression softened.
It always did. No matter how busy he was. No matter how many meetings he had. No matter how irritated you were pretending to be. For a moment he simply looked at you.
Then he tilted his head. "That's it?"
You blinked down at him innocently. "What?"
His eyebrows lifted. "You're really going to let me leave like this?"
You shrugged one shoulder. "Looks like it."
Mingyu stared at you for a second before shoving both hands into his pockets. The action was familiar enough that you immediately knew he was about to start negotiating.
"Where's my goodbye kiss?"
The audacity. You nearly laughed. Instead, you simply looked down at him while he looked right back up at you. Waiting.
Like it was the most reasonable question in the world. Like he wasn't the reason you were annoyed in the first place.
Slowly, you tapped a finger against your cheek as though genuinely considering it. "Hmm."
His eyes narrowed immediately. "Hmm?"
You pretended to think harder. "I don't know." A pause. "I don't know if you deserve one."
Mingyu's eyebrows rose so high they nearly disappeared beneath his fringe. For a second, he simply stared up at you as if he couldn't quite believe what he'd just heard.
Then a disbelieving laugh escaped him. "You don't know if I deserve one?"
You smiled sweetly. The same smile that usually meant you were about to become a problem. "You made me mad."
"Oh, did I?"
"Mhm."
The hum was accompanied by a small nod, as though there was absolutely no room for debate on the matter. Mingyu let out a slow breath through his nose, clearly trying not to smile.
The worst part was that he looked completely amused by the situation.
As if your attitude was somehow entertaining. As if watching you sulk was one of his favourite hobbies. Which, knowing him, it probably was.
"Baby."
"No."
"Come here."
You immediately shook your head. "No."
His grin widened. The sight alone should have annoyed you. Instead, it made your stomach do that stupid little flip it always did.
"Come kiss me goodbye."
You pretended to think about it. Again.
Your finger tapped thoughtfully against your cheek while Mingyu watched from below with the patience of a man who already knew exactly how this was going to end.
"Hmm..."
The sound of his laughter filled the foyer. Rich and warm and entirely too pleased with itself. "You're acting like a child."
You gasped. "I'm acting like a woman who was abandoned."
Mingyu barked out another laugh. "Abandoned."
"Yes."
"I'll be gone for eight hours."
"Exactly."
His smile only grew. God. You wanted to be annoyed. You really did.
Unfortunately Mingyu looked unfairly handsome standing there in his charcoal suit, one hand resting on the handle of his briefcase while he looked up at you like you were the most entertaining part of his morning.
"You know," he said casually, glancing at his watch, "I have exactly thirty seconds before I need to leave."
You rested your chin deeper into your palm. "Sounds like a you problem, Gyu."
"Twenty-nine."
"Twenty-eight."
You pressed your lips together. Because he was smiling now. It made staying mad significantly harder than it should have been. Which was incredibly irritating.
With a dramatic sigh, you finally pushed yourself away from the railing. "Fine."
His grin became immediate. Victorious. "Thought so."
"Don't be smug."
"I'm always smug."
You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt. Mingyu's laughter followed you as you made your way downstairs. The entire time you could feel his eyes on you.
By the time you reached the bottom step, he was already standing there.
Like he assumed you'd walk straight into them. His arms opened automatically. Which was exactly why you didn't.
Instead, you ignored the invitation entirely and walked right up to him. Mingyu watched suspiciously. You rose onto your toes. Pressed a quick kiss against his cheek. Then immediately stepped back.
"There." You dusted your hands together dramatically. "Goodbye kiss."
Problem solved. At least in your opinion. Apparently not in Mingyu's.
Because the second you tried to walk away, warm fingers wrapped around your wrist. You barely managed two steps before being pulled back.
"What now?"
The look on Mingyu's face was almost offensive. Like he had personally been wronged.
"That's what I get?"
You blinked innocently. "You asked for a goodbye kiss."
"That was not a goodbye kiss."
"It absolutely was."
You laughed. "Mingyu—"
The protest died instantly when his free hand slid to your jaw. Not rough. Just enough to stop you talking. Just enough to tilt your face up towards him.
Your breath caught. Because the teasing expression slowly disappeared from his face. And suddenly the atmosphere felt very different. His gaze dropped briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes.
The look there made your stomach flip. "You think you're funny." You tried to maintain your composure. Failed. A little.
"I am funny."
"Mhm." His thumb brushed slowly across your cheek. "You've been giving me attitude all morning."
"You deserved it."
"Did I?"
"Yes."
The answer came so quickly that it made him smile. His head dipped slightly as he shook it. Then, before you could say anything else, he stepped closer.
One arm slid around your waist, pulling you flush against the front of his suit. Immediately surrounding you with his familiar scent.
"Still mad at me?"
His voice was quieter now. You looked away for a second.
"A little."
"That's unfortunate."
Your eyes lifted back to his. "Why?"
"Because I hate leaving when you're mad at me."
And just like that, your annoyance cracked. The stupid thing was that he knew it would. He knew exactly what those words would do to you. You opened your mouth to respond.
But Mingyu kissed you before you got the chance. The moment his lips touched yours, every argument you'd been determined to continue immediately lost its momentum.
Not because he was trying to distract you. Well, maybe a little. But mostly because there was something unfairly effective about the way Mingyu looked at you when he was trying to make things right.
Like you were the only thing on his mind. Like the board meeting, the investors, the endless calls waiting for him the second he stepped into the office didn't matter nearly as much as making sure you weren't upset with him.
His hand remained against your cheek while his other arm stayed securely around your waist, holding you close enough that you could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing.
When he eventually pulled back, it wasn't very far. Just enough to look at you. His forehead almost brushed yours.
Your hands smoothed down the front of his suit jacket absentmindedly. Immediately his eyes dropped to the movement.
Then softened. That expression again. The one that always made your chest squeeze. The one reserved entirely for you.
"You know," he murmured, "most people would be impressed by how hard I work."
You scoffed. "Most people aren't dating you."
"Good."
The answer came far too quickly. You laughed. "Babe."
"I'm serious." His arm tightened slightly around your waist. "I don't want most people."
The warmth that spread through your chest was immediate. This was exactly how he won. Every single time. You'd start the day determined to hold onto a grudge and somehow end up staring at him like he'd hung the moon.
It was deeply annoying. And completely his fault. "You're laying it on thick."
"I'm being honest."
"You're manipulating me."
"I'm apologising."
"You bought your way out of trouble."
His mouth twitched. "Maybe a little."
You pointed a finger at his chest. "See? That's not apologising."
"No?"
Mingyu caught your hand before you could pull it away, lacing his fingers through yours. "Then let me try again."
The playfulness in his expression softened. "I know I cancelled our plans."
You stayed quiet.
"And I know you're disappointed."
"I am."
"I know."
He lifted your joined hands and pressed a brief kiss against your knuckles. "And I still hate leaving when you're upset with me."
Before you could think of a comeback, Mingyu leaned down and kissed you again.
Slow. Unhurried. Like he was deliberately taking a moment for just the two of you before the rest of his day pulled him away. One hand settled against your jaw while the other remained secure around your waist.
Your fingers curled into the front of his suit jacket. Immediately he looked pleased with himself. Which made you want to roll your eyes. When he finally pulled back, your cheeks felt warm. Mingyu looked entirely too satisfied.
"There." His thumb brushed across your cheek. "That's a proper goodbye kiss."
You narrowed your eyes. "You're still in trouble."
"I know."
His grin widened. "But you love me."
Unfortunately, you did. And judging by the way Mingyu looked at you, as though you were already the best part of his day before he'd even left the house, he knew it too.
"Go to work."
Mingyu laughed before finally grabbing his briefcase.
"You better be home early."
"Yes, princess."
"You said that yesterday."
He backed towards the door, still smiling. "I mean it this time."
You pointed at him. "Said every liar ever."
Mingyu's laughter followed him out the door. And just before it closed, he shot you one final grin.
"Love you."
Then he was gone. Leaving you standing in the foyer trying very hard not to smile. And failing completely.
~
A couple of hours had passed since Mingyu had left. The penthouse was quiet. Too quiet.
You'd spent most of the afternoon sprawled across the living room couch, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, still pretending you were annoyed with him.
Pretending. Because the truth was that your little argument this morning had barely lasted five minutes before he'd kissed the attitude right out of you.
Still. You weren't about to let him off that easily. Your shopping trip had been cancelled. You had standards.
A soft chime suddenly echoed through the penthouse. The doorbell. You frowned. Turning off your phone. Sitting upright.
You weren't expecting anyone. No deliveries. No friends. Nothing. You heard footsteps from the foyer before one of the house staff answered the door.
Muffled voices drifted through the space. Then more footsteps. More voices. The sound of something being carried inside.
Your confusion deepened. You pushed yourself off the couch and began walking towards the foyer.
Halfway there, you stopped. Because you saw colour. A lot of colour. Your eyes widened.
Flowers. Everywhere. The kitchen island had disappeared beneath enormous bouquets. The marble countertops were covered. The dining table was covered.
There were flowers being carried through the front door by multiple delivery people while your staff attempted to find places to put them all.
Pink. White. Cream. Soft peach. Every single arrangement was filled with your favourite flowers.
Your mouth actually fell open. "What's going on?"
One of the servants laughed. "All from Mr. Kim, Miss Y/N."
You stared. Then another bouquet came through the door. Then another. Then another. "How many did he send?"
The servant looked down at a clipboard. Then back at you. "A lot."
"A lot isn't a number."
"I stopped counting after twenty-seven."
Your jaw dropped. "TWENTY-SEVEN?"
A second servant walked in carrying another arrangement almost as big as she was. "Twenty-eight."
You couldn't stop smiling. Your cheeks already hurt. The entire penthouse smelled like fresh flowers. It looked like a florist had exploded. You knew exactly who was responsible.
A small cream envelope poking out from the biggest bouquet caught your attention. Immediately you reached for it. The elegant black handwriting was unmistakable.
Your smile somehow widened even further. You opened it. Inside was a simple handwritten card.
I'm sorry for making your pretty head annoyed this morning.
Love, Mingyu.
You stared at it. Then laughed. Actually laughed. Because of course he wrote that. Of course he couldn't just apologise like a normal person.
No. He had apparently decided to purchase half of Seoul's flower supply instead. Your phone suddenly buzzed.
You didn't even need to check who it was.
Mingyu ❤️
"Flowers delivered?"
You rolled your eyes. Immediately typing back.
"You're crazy."
The typing bubble appeared almost instantly.
"Did you like them?"
"There's enough flowers here to start my own business."
"That's not an answer."
You looked around your kitchen. At the ridiculous number of bouquets. At your favourite flowers. At the handwritten note still sitting in your hand. Your heart softened despite yourself.
"Maybe."
A response arrived immediately.
"Liar."
You laughed.
"Maybe I liked them a little."
"Only a little?"
"Mhm."
"Interesting."
"Why?"
Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Then appeared again.
"Look out the window."
Your eyebrows furrowed.
You walked towards the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.
"What now..."
Then you saw it. Far below. Parked outside the building. A familiar black luxury sedan. Your eyes widened. No way. Absolutely not.
Your phone rang before you could even think. You answered immediately. "What did you do?"
His laughter filled your ear. God. You could practically hear the grin.
"Go downstairs."
"Mingyu."
"Go downstairs."
"Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"I was."
"Was?"
"Then I started thinking about how cute you looked pouting this morning."
You covered your face.
"And?"
"And I missed you."
Your heart melted instantly. Traitor.
"So." You could hear him smiling. "Come downstairs."
You looked back at the mountains of flowers filling the penthouse. Then at the note still clutched in your hand. Then at the black car waiting below. A grin spread across your face.
"Mingyu."
"Yeah, baby?"
"You are so sweet." His laugh echoed through the phone.
soft cuddles with svt after a hard rough night of loving..... i’m broken
A/N: Omg, anon, I hope you take comfort in my take on your request, and I apologize for the wait for my response.
genre: fluff, suggestive?
warnings: mdni, 18+, soft! svt, in love! svt, boyfriend! svt, mentions of fucking you stupid, hints at various positions, hints at multiple rounds, descriptions of trembling legs, marks, hair tugging, scratches, etc.
wc: 2.9k
SEUNGCHEOL - Seungcheol keeps you trapped between him and the bed when his vice grip on your thighs turns softer. You two are both breathless, and his palms slide up to your ankles to gently bring your legs off of his broad shoulders as you try to remember how to form a thought again.
Your legs feel like baby deer when they try to learn to walk for the first time, and it's a little embarrassing how they just flop onto the mattress with a muted thud while Cheol leans back over you.
He takes over your vision, hiding the view of your ceiling with his shoulders, and you're blinking stupidly up at him as he gives you a charming grin in greeting.
That's when he leans down to give you a kiss, wiping any thoughts from your mushy brain as he rolls his tongue over yours before trailing his kisses down your body with slow precision.
He kisses the marks he's littered all over your body, all the way down to your sternum, and then that's where he stays. He weighs his body down on top of yours, making a home between your shaking legs, and it's like you have whiplash when he gives you a loving stare from his big brown eyes.
He doesn't have to speak for you to know what he's thinking; his fingers that caress your hips and up your ribcage tell you that he's a little worried he was a little too rough this time around, but you're humming with satisfaction, combing your fingers through his hair as he rests his head over your stomach, holding you like you're his personal teddy bear, cuddling you close as he tells you he loves you.
JEONGHAN - Jeonghan kisses each of your wrists with soft kisses before he rubs his palms up your arms. He knows your arms have to be sore because he's held them behind your back most of the night.
Your legs are still trembling when he finally slips away from you, and you're barely hearing the soft noises he coos as he gets you to roll onto your back. You're marked all over, and Jeonghan is almost tempted to take a photo of how pretty you look with his teeth marks on your breasts and bruises on your inner thighs, but it's more important to him that you focus your pretty eyes on him.
Your eyes are a little glossy, and it's truly his fault, but his grin says he's not remorseful in the slightest. Instead, he lies on his side, cuddling into you as he traces his fingertips up and down your body.
"Did so well for me, my love." He praises, and you're all but putty in his hands as he brings you from your gooey thoughts. Actually, it's more like no thoughts because that's usually how he makes you when he's finished, and when you're finally blinking up at him, his smirk is soft - loving - as he hums. "There's my love. You feel good?"
JOSHUA - Joshua pulls you to his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist as he kisses your forehead softly. "You did so good for me," he murmurs, and his fingers run down your back in slow swirls as you snuggle in closer after hearing the praise.
His touch becomes softer, gentler, the complete opposite of what it was mere minutes ago when he had fingers in your hair and a rough grip on your hip to keep you in place.
Now, his hands massage your muscles, holding you close as he gives you kiss after kiss on your lips, your cheeks, your forehead. It makes you feel warm from your head all the way down to your toes as you tilt your head up to look at him.
And when he says "I love you," you can see it in his eyes, the way they soften as his nose nudges against yours while you meet him halfway for another slow kiss.
"I love you, too." You murmur and feel the way he tries to pull you closer, like somehow you weren't already more intertwined than you could be.
JUN - Jun peppers you with kisses, praising you in between each one he places on your lips, your cheeks, and your forehead. The once strong grip he had on your ankles all but disappears as your wobbly legs slip from his shoulders, and the smile he gives you should give you whiplash.
Jun has gone completely 180 from fucking you stupid to doting on you like the sun actually sets on you, as you come down from your latest orgasm. Your thighs won't stop trembling, and your tongue feels stuck to the roof of your mouth, but Jun's hands work your muscles like he's a professional masseuse.
He's careful not to touch the marks he's left on you, and when the ringing in your ears subsides, you realize he's blabbing praise to you as he lifts your leg up to gently kiss your inner ankle.
It makes you clench around nothing pathetically, and you're all but pulling him back over you as you wrap your legs around his waist.
Your actions make him laugh softly, and he doesn't get to see you blush as you bury your face in his chest, but that's fine because he simply rolls you both to your sides, keeping you close against him as he kisses the top of your head, murmuring a sweet, "I love you" into your hair.
HOSHI - Soonyoung's touch becomes gentle almost instantly, even before his cock has had the chance to soften up inside of you. He lets go of your wrists he's had pinned above your head, and instantly rubs his palms down your body like worship.
His fingertips trace the curves of you, the little bite he placed on your shoulder, another bite mark just under the swell of your breast, and his eyes seem a little glossy with admiration and love as he praises you. "You were made for me, my love." He states it as a fact, and your legs twitch around his waist as he squeezes your hips like a stress ball, the cute aggression too much to handle for him. "Fuck, you're perfect."
The words make you laugh, and your hands push on Hoshi's chest as he gives you a big smile. "Shut up," you dismiss, but Soonyoung doesn't allow it.
"No. I mean it: you're perfect, perfect to me." He doubles down on the praise, and before you can process it, he's rolled you two around so he's splayed on his back with you on top of him. He wraps his arms around your back, forcing you to cuddle him, and another giggle escapes you.
"I love you." You giggle, and Hoshi makes a noise while he pinches your side with an incredulous huff.
"Hey, that's my line!"
WONWOO - It's dark in your bedroom when Wonwoo's touch becomes softer. He still grabs you firmly, pulling you into him with the sheets wrapped around your waist, but he follows the action with a sweet kiss to your lips. "You did so good for me," he praises low against your lips, and a shiver runs down your spine in response.
Your body is soft, thoroughly spent, and pliant as he pulls you to lie half on top of him. You're both breathing a little hard after your latest orgasm, and if the lights were on, you'd see that one of the pillows is on the floor, and his forehead is lined with sweat as your body hums a frequency that makes your toes tingle.
"Are you okay? Was I too rough, my love?" Wonwoo asks while his hands map their way down your body with soft squeezes that end up making you giggle because it would be Wonwoo who would fuck you like he hated you, only to end up caressing you like you were his alter he chose to worship at.
"Yes, and yes." You muse, and Wonwoo's hands pull you closer, his mouth finding yours even in the darkness of the night. "I loved it, though. Do you feel better letting it all out of your system?"
Wonwoo answers your question with another kiss, his hands already pulling you the rest of the way on top of him as a response.
WOOZI - Woozi isn't a man of many words; his love comes from his actions, so when you two catch your breath, he's gentle as he pulls away from you. His eyes are soft and full of love as he gives you a kiss before he goes to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth.
When he returns, you're still lying there, perfect as ever, and he tells you as much when he leans down to give you a sweet kiss.
He makes sure you're okay by cleaning up the mess he made of you with a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. He gets to watch the blur in your eyes clear up as time goes on, and he gently drags the washcloth over your body, taking note of the finger-shaped bruises he made on your thighs and on your hips.
After he throws the washcloth into the hamper, he holds you close, tucking your head into his chest while his fingers card through your hair.
You two lie together, with you cuddled into his side as you listen to his heartbeat steady. Thump, thum-thump, thump. You feel the way your heart rate syncs to his, your head rising in time with each breath he takes, and the silence you two share is soothing. There aren't many words exchanged in the silence, but Woozi holds you protectively, tracing the unspoken words of "I love you" along your back, making you feel warm all over.
MINGHAO - "Don't move," Minghao orders, and he all but tucks you into him like you could somehow feel your legs after what he's done. Your body hums like an electrical current, and your eyes blink the blurriness you've got away as Minghao's chest presses into your back.
Both of you are breathless, and you aren't sure if it's his heartbeat that you can feel racing or if it's your own. All you do know is that you feel sore in the best way possible, and you're smiling stupidly because of it.
You know the blankets are somewhere on the floor in a heap, and your legs tangle with his as you feel his head rest on the back of your shoulder, and you don't move.
Instead, you focus on the way he kisses the back of your neck softly, the way his hand snakes up to cup your neck again. He doesn't grab it roughly like he did minutes ago when he had your eyes rolled to the back of your head; this time, it's softer, resting gently so he can feel your racing heart sync to his, and he repeats himself again. "Don't move."
He says it tenderly, quieter, almost like a plea, and you don't have to look over your shoulder to know he's smiling before he places a kiss on your shoulder, holding you close as you snuggle back into him.
MINGYU - Mingyu's entire body weight sinks on top of yours, and both of you groan in unison before laughing a little. You feel like you've run a marathon, and you might as well have, with the way Mingyu tossed you around the last few hours. Actually, you're not sure how long, but you know your body is still vibrating from the way Mingyu manhandled you mere minutes ago, and now that Mingyu's rolled to the side, you shiver in pleasure as he pulls you to his chest with ease.
"I love you," Mingyu confesses with a grin, and you roll your eyes playfully as he looks at you with his big, sparkly brown eyes. He looks at you like he's falling for you for the first time all over again, and his hands that were once holding you down now rub your back with soft swirls, soothing you, coaxing you to tilt your head up.
When he dips his head down to give you a kiss, you're already meeting him halfway, and you kiss him back slowly, melting into his arms as you tell him "I love you" in between the shared kisses. Your cheeks are rosy, your mind is warm and fuzzy, and Mingyu has you flushed against his body as he squeezes you by the hips.
He continues kissing you, murmuring praises against your lips, and you're putty in his hands, preening under his sweet words as he holds you close.
DK - When you've all but melted into the bed underneath you, Dokyeom's following suit, instantly softening his touch as you tremble underneath him from your latest orgasm.
His hands let go of your waist, moving up to settle on the bed right by your head, and you watch his head lower with a breathless laugh when you give him a playful hair tug. He's caged you between him and the mattress, pressing his chest against yours, and the once-roughness with which he handled you is gone as he kisses the curve of your neck with small adoring pecks.
You two try to catch your breath in the aftermath, and your ears stop ringing just enough for you to hear him as he apologizes with a bashful tone.
He's back to giving you soft eyes and a sheepish smile as he traces his fingertips down your sides, mapping out the marks he's left all over you in the heat of the moment, and you're quick to pull him into a kiss to let him know it's okay.
You two continue to kiss as he settles back over you, grounding you to him while your tongue rolls over his. And you two stay like this for a long time, cuddling close while wearing matching smiles as you take your time to say "I love you" in between the sweet kisses you two share.
SEUNGKWAN - Seungkwan's roughness immediately softens the moment your body melts into his.
Your thighs tremble, your hands shake, and his arms wrap around your back to keep you flush against his chest as he talks you through it. He murmurs praise low in your ear, placing kisses wherever his lips can reach, and you're clutching onto him as he says, "That's it, let it all out for me."
His fingers card through your hair, softly but firmly, massaging your head, and your body hums pleasantly as he places a kiss on your forehead before dragging his palms down your sides. You can feel the little ache on your scalp from where your hair was pulled, and the bruises that will form on your hips from where he held you earlier, but none of that matters when he pulls you into a loving kiss.
His hands massage your thighs lightly as you smile between the shared kisses, and when he tells you he loves you, you can feel it in the way he holds you closer, giving your hips a gentle squeeze as he cuddles you closer.
VERNON - "You're okay, right?" Vernon asks as you run your fingers along his scalp, massaging his head as he tucks himself into your side.
His fingers are tracing a bruise that's blooming on your hip, and you watch the way his eyebrows furrow a little in concern. The bruise is shaping to the size of his fingertips, which shouldn't be surprising since he was the one who made them when he had you on your hands and knees.
"M'little sore," you muse, and Vernon's kissing your collarbone as he squeezes your thigh, bringing it over his hip as you continue. "But the good kind of sore, an ache that's wanted."
Vernon moves on to kiss just above your breasts, making his way up to your neck as you lightly tug his hair, an indication you don't want him to stop.
When his lips brush along your jaw, your eyes are already closed, and your lips are curved up in a beautiful smile. It makes him pause, his own lips tilting up as he takes you in. "Yeah? You feel good, my love?"
He says it with a playful tone that makes you roll your eyes playfully in response, and you giggle when he pulls you closer, bringing you flush against him.
DINO - "I love you," Dino confesses, breathless and with an exhausted smile. His chest heaves with a full heart dedicated to you, and you're boneless underneath him, much to both of your amusement.
The sheets tangle just as you both do. Dino hooks your leg over his, and your head rests on his bicep, and neither of you comments on the fact that you should probably change the sheets and take a shower.
You're both covered in sweat; he's got red angry lines down his back, and you can feel the bruises forming on your thighs, but it's okay, it's good, even. The kind of good you know you'll feel days later.
Dino wraps a heavy arm around your waist, anchoring you to him, and his nose nudges your chin while his dark brown eyes look up at you with a reverence that should make you blush - but from what you two just finished doing mere minutes ago, you're already rosy in the cheeks, so you settle on a bashful smile that makes his grin grow bigger.
"I love you," he says again and again, kissing his way up to your lips as you melt into his embrace, loving that he repeats it until you're giggling and softly saying it back to him.
대박 - you made it to the end.
Tell me about it.
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tropes: domestic life, established relationship || warnings: fluff, bf seungcheol, drunk seungcheol, mentions of alcohol (soju), reader is whipped for him (and coups is eating it UP), skinship, kissing, slight manhandling (coups pulls reader onto his lap), pet names - babe (seungcheol), oh they're WHIPPED
word count: 822 || writing for: @k-records || listening to: omg - nwjns (i miss them..☹️)
a/n: guess who's actually not dead!! sorry this update took like YEARS to happen...i had no writing spark and then when it ACTUALLY came my internet went out for a week and 2 days 😐 consider this cheol fic as an apology of sorts!! hope u guys like it <3 ALSO thank user @kyeomiis for this genius idea...drunk bf coups you will forever be famous!!
your boyfriend, choi seungcheol, is all man.
he strides into the living room, cheeks slightly flushed from the soju the two of you had with your dinner tonight. his grey sweatshirt does well to hide his insanely muscular figure, beanie tugged over his bed head hairstyle as he falls into the cushion beside you. seungcheol's dark eyes are wide and soft as he looks at you, large hand instantly going to your thigh as he pecks your cheek.
it feels inappropriate to call him just your boyfriend. with the way he's looking all soft and strong at the same time, making your stomach churn in the best way possible, you should call him a manfriend.
"the food was amazing, babe," seungcheol's deep voice is slightly slurred—not impossible to understand, but mumbled enough to remind you that the familiar buzz of soju is starting to set in.
you lean your head on his shoulder, hand on his chest as you smile. "so you liked it?"
"oh, i loved it." seungcheol's voice is soft as he pulls your chin towards him softly, full lips covering yours in a kiss that isn't long enough to satisfy you. "made it just the way i was craving it."
giggling at nothing in particular, you blush at seungcheol's praise, smile too big to be wiped off your face in one go. he's laughing at something too now, and whether it's you, thinking about how heavenly his dinner was, or a mixture of both—it's got him wanting to pull you into his lap and kissing you silly.
"come here, babe." there's no mistaking the soft baritone that creeps into seungcheol's voice, and you do as you're told, falling into his arms as he tugs you into his lap.
he's warm, pleasantly so, and you find yourself leaning into him for that warmth. he chuckles smugly like the proudest man alive, tilting his head to the side slightly as he speaks. "do you know how perfect you are?"
"perfect? no way—" you're cut off by seungcheol's lips quickly pecking yours, drunkenly missing them by half a centimeter before recentering himself to where he needs to be.
"ah, ah, ah. let me finish." he's pouting like a little toddler now, and it breaks your thought train instantly, tipsy mind only focused on how he makes you feel.
"you're so good to me, babe. cooking me my favorite meals, being my support and caregiver, spoiling me with kisses and love all the time—" he pauses, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before pulling you a little closer to him. "you're just so damn perfect."
you're now just centimeters away from seungcheol's lips as he glances down at them quickly, wetting his own as if subconsciously tasting you on his own lips. you're cupping seungcheol's flushed cheeks, and he's leaning into the touch, letting you close the distance and kissing him softly.
seungcheol's melting into your kiss, hands going to rub your lower back as you smile against his mouth. he sighs when you pull away, lips jutting out in his signature pout as he huffs out, "kissing me like that and then pulling away from me without warning is like least favorite thing ever."
you laugh aloud, throwing your head back as your cheeks seem to blaze at seungcheol's eyes on you. "sorry. you know how much i love teasing you."
"sadly i do," seungcheol groans exasperatedly like a little child, grinning never the less when you pull him in for another kiss and a bear hug afterwards.
"what would you do if i called you manfriend instead of boyfriend?" the question comes out of the blue, and seungcheol looks at you with a cute expression of confusion as he hums to himself.
"manfriend is a little odd, and it makes it seem like you're free for taking. and you're not. you're mine." seungcheol doesn't say the sentence in a possessive way, but the implication is more than enough to make you blush. "why would you call me that anyway?"
"well, you're just such a...a man." you say like it's obviously, quickly adding on once seungcheol gives you another confused expression. "like you're my boyfriend, yeah, but you're definitely not a boy. you're so strong, and big, and manly..."
seungcheol's grinning proudly from ear to ear when you trail off, and you roll your eyes, laughing to yourself as you finish off with, "i just don't think boyfriend fits who you are."
"it'll do for now. you could use my nickname, too. i like whatever you call me." seungcheol mumbles shyly. he leans over, laying his head on your chest as you fling your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as you smile. "okay, cheol."
he's playfully throwing you on the couch and peppering your face with kisses before you can even think to start laughing at his flustered expression.
a/n: drunk boyfriend seungcheol is the best idea to EVER be formulated ty @kyeomiis 😝 WOW its been so long since i've updated my tumblr.......pls excuse that!!!! i've been so busy with work and watching netflix that i haven't opened tumblr w the intent to post anything in what feels like AGESSS anyways!! i hope u guys liked this fic <3 reblog and comment!!
︵⠀BABYCARE ⠀◌Ⳋ ✧ ── taking care of a baby can be stressing, but it also has its perks.
pairing: seokmin x gn!reader wc: 0.8k words warnings: none
Toys all over the floor, star shaped fruits forgotten on the highchair, infant formula in the baby bottle on the kitchen counter and a crying toddler on your lap as Seokmin shakes the rattle in front of the little girl.
“This isn’t helping, she’s just getting louder.”
“I know,” Seokmin pouts slightly and stops shaking the rattle. “I don’t know what to do anymore, is she hungry? Is she sleepy? Feeling gassy? There’s no way to know!”
By the way he’s running his hand through his hair and his voice’s getting slightly louder as each word leaves his mouth, you know that he’s starting to feel frustrated. It’s rare for Seokmin to get frustrated by children, but no one would remain calm with a baby crying for almost fifteen minutes straight.
Your gaze softens at him and you take a deep breath before mumbling an okay and standing up, fixing the toddler’s position to make her rest her head on your shoulder. “Sing for her, let’s see if she’s sleepy.”
Seokmin nods and starts to sing a lullaby, being careful with his tone so it won’t turn into a shouting competition — the baby’s loud crying and his loud singing. You bounce her little body lightly and try to follow Seokmin’s rhythm, quietly praying for it to help and make the toddler sleep and give you and Seokmin some peace of mind for at least half an hour.
It takes three songs for her to calm down and drift off. When you look down at her and see her fighting against her own body to keep her eyes open, your eyes widen and you look at Seokmin with a surprised yet relieved face. “It’s working, don’t stop,” you whisper.
The tension in Seokmin’s shoulders seems to loosen up instantly and a grin appears on his face as he keeps on singing. When the girl finally falls asleep, you take her to your room and carefully place her in bed, leaving her there to sleep peacefully and closing the bedroom door. Once your eyes land on Seokmin’s figure you smile brightly and run to hug him. “We did it, she’s finally sleeping! The crying is over!”
“Thank God,” Seokmin sighs and hides his face in the crook of your neck, taking deep breaths as if trying to calm himself down. “I thought she was going to keep crying and crying and crying… That was a nightmare.”
“I know,” you chuckle. “At least now we have some time alone and you know what that means, don’t you?”
“Oh I sure know what that means,” Seokmin plants a kiss on your neck before leaning back and looking at you. “Time to clean the house up.”
You flash a tired smile to each other and start to tidy the house up while the girl sleeps. Seokmin takes care of the kitchen while you take care of the living room as you try your best to keep quiet in order to not wake the toddler up and provoke another crying session.
The kid sleeps like a tired person that hasn't slept for more than 24 hours because when Seokmin’s sister and her husband come to pick her up at night she’s still asleep. Seokmin’s sister thanks you for taking care of her daughter for the entire day and leaves along with her husband and daughter, making the usual silence come back to your place — the comfortable silence that doesn’t threaten to be replaced by loud cries.
“It’s over. It’s just the two of us again,” you say as you and Seokmin sit down on the couch, feeling exhausted. “Just like it should be.”
“I always knew that it’s tough taking care of a baby, but I didn’t know it was that hard.”
“But we had good moments as well. Did you remember how cute she looked when she was trying to reach out for the apple you were holding?” Seokmin turns his head to look at you and chuckles, smiling as he thinks of that moment. “And the cute little smiles she gave us almost every five minutes after she was fed? Adorable.”
The atmosphere turns into something quiet and comfortable as you think of all the good parts of taking care of Seokmin’s niece. You turn your head to look at Seokmin and he’s already looking at you with an expression on his face that makes what he’s thinking about become crystal clear because you are looking at him in the exact same way, thinking the exact same thing.
“Later on?”
“Later on,” Seokmin takes your hand and squeezes it gently. “Let’s enjoy the two of us a little bit more before changing our lives completely.”
You smile and nod. “I love you.”
“And I,” he reaches out and brushes his nose against yours. “Love you more. Now let’s get ready to sleep, I have a feeling we’ll sleep at least ten hours straight.”
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Seungcheol
Giving - gift-giving
He’s a gift-giver through and through. Sometimes it’s just him handing you his card, but other times little gifts will show up and you’ll just raise your eyebrow at him. Will not accept any arguments, even if you call him out on it being the third (rather expensive) thing this month. Will just blink innocently at you and pout, saying, “But I thought you’d like it!! At least open it and take a look first.” I’m sorry, he’s not returning it unless you genuinely hate it.
Receiving - words of affirmation
I think he carries a lot of weight on his shoulders and still probably feels like he should be doing more. He’ll come home from a particularly grueling day, saying that he wished he’d done better or just simply wishes he’d gotten more done, and someone needs to help him reel it back in. Tell him did great and that he shouldn’t put so much pressure on himself. And when something goes well, some really loud support goes a long way with him, even if it might make him a little shy sometimes.
Jeonghan
Giving - acts of service
It boggles your mind sometimes at how he just anticipates things you might need. He notices that you ran out of something and it’s replaced the next day. It’s his day off and you come back to a lot of your weekly chores done. He seems to have a sixth sense for when you’re having a bad day and he’s got things ready to help you relax at home. Will not acknowledge any of this because he genuinely doesn’t put a ton of thought into doing these things in the first place.
Receiving - quality time
Just wants to be with you in your space. Don’t buy any teasing he does if you ask him to hang out. He might say, “Awe, do you miss me or something?” But he misses you more probably and he’s got his keys and is slipping on his shoes. It may seem silly to some, but it means the world to him that you think of him the moment you have some free time, because he most certainly does the same thing.
Joshua
Giving - physical touch
Now this was tough, because I have a hunch he’s kind of a master at giving all five love languages. But I think the one that would come most naturally to him is physical touch. He’s got a hand glued to you in some way every moment you’re within reach. It’s the sweet brush of some hair behind your ear, or a hand on your hip as you stand next to him, or a comforting hand on your thigh while you sit next to him. 99% of the time he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it because it’s kind of magnetic to him.
Receiving - words of affirmation
Now, he might be an expert in giving, but I don’t think he’d genuinely ask for very much in return. Still, I think about times when he might need a pep talk or he receives some hate from so-called fans. I think he’d take it particularly hard and he’ll need you to set him straight. You might have to tell him how sweet and thoughtful and handsome and insert literally any other wonderful adjective here he is, and he might be a little bit emotional about it. But it’ll comforting to know how vehemently you believe those things.
Jun
Giving & Receiving - quality time
I think he’s quality time through and through. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure there are times that the other love languages come into play, but really the critical thing for him is that he can see you and spend time with you. It’s his favorite thing when you ask him to hang out or go on a date, but I’ll be real with you, he was probably already at your place if he was free. And it doesn’t even have to be a dedicated, purposeful time together. He’s perfectly happy to just coexist with you on opposite sides of the couch for the day if that’s what you want.
Hoshi
Giving & Receiving - physical touch
I think he’s glued to you and wants you to be glued to him too. The PDA is crazy between you two. He loves to know that he can come cling to you when he needs it, which is often. It’s reassuring to him to fold himself around you, or better yet, to curl up against you. But he wants you to be comfortable doing the same!! No matter how long you’ve been together, he’ll be overjoyed when you reach for his hand, or lean into him, or curl up into his chest. (I’m so sorry but I’m so soft thinking about this.)
Wonwoo
Giving - acts of service
Another one that just knows. The things you were dreading are just done by the time you get to them. And he insists that you just ask if you need help with something. All you have to say is ‘Wonu, can you’ and the answer is yes because he’s already up out of his seat. So nonchalant about it if you ever thank him. Another one that doesn’t think much about it. You need something so he’s doing it.
Receiving - physical touch
Now, I certainly enjoy watching him rebuff or panic at any physical touch from the members. But I think it’s something he might crave in a relationship, particularly in private. Might not always initiate that physical touch, but if you wrap your arms around him out of nowhere or kiss him randomly or open your arms for him to curl up in, he might be a little starry-eyed. It brings him a lot of comfort - so much that he might not even be all that embarrassed about this affection being around others from time to time.
Woozi
Giving - quality time
I’m sure he never feels like he has enough time, so what little free time he does have is valuable and is going straight to you. He’s not terribly picky about how he spends this time. If you want to go out and do something, he’s ready. But if you want to just lie around in bed, he’s ready for that too (and might benefit greatly from this!!). Not that he wouldn’t try to give other love languages if you preferred something else on occasion, but he’s particularly inclined to this one. It’s easy - he’ll just go wherever you are.
Receiving - acts of service
I mentioned his lack of free time above, which means he might neglect certain things in an effort to get things done at work. Oh, don’t get me wrong, he’ll put up a fight, but he’s incredibly touched and sometimes a little emotional when you show up with dinner on a late night at work. Or when he comes home for a few hours to sleep, he finds that you’ve washed his laundry for him. Or that you’ll organize a really nice, relaxing day home after a really rough period of time at work. I fully believe he doesn’t know how to thank you for these little acts of kindness.
DK
Giving - physical touch
Another one that’s glued to you. He’ll do other love languages too, but if he sees that you need some comfort, the quickest and most natural thing for him to do is to reach out to you physically. His hand is constantly linked to yours or his arm is around your shoulders when you sit next to him. And don’t forget being smothered in big, dramatic kisses, with the cherry on top being the big ‘mwah’ sound he’ll make sometimes just to make you laugh. You really never doubt that he’s into you because he never lets you breathe.
Receiving - words of affirmation
He seems like such a mood-maker, but the thing about being a mood-maker is that you always have to be ‘on’, you know? Still, you can tell if something is off if he comes home dragging with a little bit of a frown on his face. Make him talk it out and tell him how good of a job he’s doing and that it’s okay to have bad days. He needs to hear it. It will make him feel lighter. You’ll actually see his shoulders relax and the frown lift a little when you soothe him with those little words. You’re his go-to when he has a bad day. He might be everyone else’s mood-maker, but you’re his.
Mingyu
Giving - acts of service
Would prefer that you never lift a finger. Naturally, that’s not always possible because he can’t always be around to do every little thing for you. But he’s the cook of the house, as well as the repair man, and the mover when you need something heavy rearranged, and, and, and. The list goes on. Might actually get after you a little bit if you do something for yourself, not because he doesn’t want you to be independent, but because he wants you to feel taken care of. Like Wonu, all you have to do is say “Mingyu, can you” and he’s saying ‘yes’.
Receiving - physical touch
I’m sure you saw this coming. The big baby needs to be coddled. Needs excessive amounts of hugs and kisses to get through the day and is not afraid to pout if he’s denied for whatever reason. Sleeps wrapped around you or curled up on your chest. Really, genuinely does not want any space from you at any given time. I think this would make things like traveling and touring difficult for him, but he’ll learn to appreciate the other love languages when that time comes.
Minghao
Giving - acts of service
Likes if you’re independent and prefer to do things for yourself, but he will absolutely not let you struggle with anything on your own. So whereas others with this love language might preemptively do things for you, he’s ‘fixing’ things for you. Could be the jar that you can’t open, which he’s simply taking and opening for you. Could be that chore that you dread every week, which is done moments after you mention it. Could be that box or load of bags that you’re trying to lug around, which he’s grabbing from you right away. If you ever put up a fight, he’ll insist that he doesn’t mind carrying the burden of those things with you.
Receiving - quality time
Wants nothing more than some lowkey quality time with you. A formal date is good, for sure. But he’s fine with anything. He’ll drag you to an art gallery or try to teach you how to paint if you aren’t very good at it. He’ll let you pick out a book for him and make some tea if you want to just sit around. If either of you feel like shopping, he’s ready to go. Doesn’t matter all that much to him as long as you’re around. You might underestimate how much he enjoys these little things, but it’s all he thinks about when he has to be away for work.
Seungkwan
Giving & Receiving - words of affirmation
I fully believe you two can talk to each other about anything. Think of it as late night therapy sessions where you both just vent about what’s going on in your lives. The venting is good, but more than anything, it’s nice for you both to comfort each other and talk each other through said problems. There are a lot of little pep talks between you both all of the time too. These are super sweet, super open, super honest conversations that will absolutely never happen in public. That kind of makes it all the more special, really.
Vernon
Giving - acts of service
I will die on this hill. He notices things, way more than he gets credit for. I think he’s quietly attentive. Not enough to ever squash your independence or anything. But if you’re cooking, he’s on autopilot putting things away for you when you’re done with them, not even breaking conversation. Or if you carry in a hamper of clean laundry to fold, he’s sitting down next to you to help you fold it. If you’re handwashing dishes, he’s next to you with a towel to dry them. These acts of services often manifest in teamwork to get something done quickly so you both can move on. He also never wants it to feel like those things are your burden alone to carry.
Receiving - quality time
This lowkey goes hand in hand with his section above. He just likes time with you. Ideally, it’s not doing chores, but he even considers that time well spent with you if those things need to get done. Naturally though, he’d prefer to do something fun. Go out, watch a movie, play a game. Doesn’t matter much. He’s even fine with just coexisting in the same room, just as long as he’s in the same room with you, he’s good.
Chan
Giving - physical touch
Love, love, loves to touch you. A hand is always on you somehow - it’s linked when you guys walk together, or it’s on your waist while standing, or your leg while sitting. Cannot help it and doesn’t even try to. He’s also peppering you with kisses constantly - your forehead or temple, your lips, your hand, it doesn’t matter. This would only be a tad more subtle than what Hoshi is like, and it might even earn him a little bit of teasing from his group members, being that he’s the maknae. He will never stop though, not even if all 12 of his hyungs have something to say about it.
Receiving - words of affirmation
I think he is so confident 99% of the time, but there might be times that he makes a mistake, or has a hard time grasping the choreography, or his voice doesn’t sound quite right. He needs someone to help keep that little perfectionist voice in his head in check. He needs to be reminded to be kind to himself and that he’s an incredible performer who puts so much effort into it. It might not click immediately, but when he finds himself in a bad thought process, he’ll try to remember what you said, or just have you repeat it.
boyfriend!scoups who knows very well that a dog that barks a lot rarely bites. You can try to keep up appearances, call him an asshole, roll your eyes, or tell him to shut up whenever he's being an insufferable brat, but deep down, he knows that all that attitude of yours is nothing but an act. He knows that the second he gets you on your knees in front of him, that whole serious-woman façade is going to disappear like smoke. And he doesn't waste time with gentleness; one heavy, firm hand grabs the back of your head, bunching your hair into a grip that forces you to look up at him while he guides his thick, throbbing cock straight to your throat. He makes you take every inch, loving the feeling of filling you completely. He adores the sight of you there, your eyes glossy and watery as you fight against your gag reflex, trying to adjust to his size. He watches with a satisfied smile as your throat trembles and tightens around him, leaving you breathless and voiceless. You try to protest, try to call his name, but all you can manage are pathetic moans and muffled choking sounds as he sinks even deeper, reminding you in the dirtiest, rawest way possible that you'd much rather be down there sucking him off than winning any argument.
boyfriend!scoups who treats your body like a canvas, except he doesn't use paintbrushes; he uses his teeth, his tongue, and brute force. He's obsessed, a damned animal in heat with an almost unhealthy need to leave his mark on every inch of you, without the slightest hint of subtlety. He devotes himself to marking you as though he's claiming territory, sucking at the soft skin of your neck with ravenous hunger until your chest is covered in purple and crimson bruises, screaming to the world who that body belongs to. He doesn't stop there; he digs his fingers hard into your hips, squeezing the pliant flesh until the shape of every finger is left behind, making sure you feel the weight of his possessiveness in every movement.
And the thought of you first thing in the morning, panicking in front of the mirror trying to cover the hickeys blooming across your collarbone, is the peak of entertainment to him. He lets out a rough laugh, amused by your hopeless attempt to hide from everyone what a spoiled little slut you are behind closed doors.
boyfriend!scoups who bends you over the edge of the bed, leaving you in a position of complete vulnerability, your ass raised and exposed, practically begging for his wicked gaze. When he leans in, there's no warning or tenderness; his hand comes down hard, delivering a sharp, well-placed smack right against the softest, most sensitive part of your ass. The crack echoes through the room, loud and unforgiving, making you let out a startled squeak as your toes curl from the sudden sting. He chuckles under his breath while pressing his lips against the shell of your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. In that deep, masculine voice dripping with delicious arrogance, he murmurs, "Poor thing... taking it all so well. You like it when your man reminds you who this body belongs to, don't you, baby? Just stay nice and still for me, hm? Let's see how long you last before you start begging for my cock."
boyfriend!scoups who takes an almost sick, deeply erotic sense of pride in the angry red scratches you leave scattered across the broad expanse of his back. He'll be standing in front of the bathroom mirror after a particularly wild round, shirtless, his skin gleaming with sweat while his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. He runs his fingers over the uneven, burning lines where your nails dug deep into his muscles, trying to hold on so you wouldn't slip while he pounded into you. He isn't angry—quite the opposite. He practically glows with absolute satisfaction as he admires the trail of desperation and pleasure you've left behind on his skin. The moment he catches your eyes through the mirror, that half-lidded stare still heavy with primitive desire and lingering lust, he lets out a muffled laugh. "Just look what you did to me, kitten... trying to destroy me?"
boyfriend!scoups who has absolutely zero interest in being "gentle" or keeping up any sort of etiquette when it comes to your pleasure. He can smell your arousal hanging in the air; he knows that just hearing the tone of his voice is enough to have your pussy soaking wet, throbbing, begging for his cock to stretch you open and fill you. He looks at you with that infuriatingly smug little smile tugging at the corner of his lips, pure provocation. "Look at the mess you've already made just from hearing a few words... You're nothing but a needy little slut for my dick, aren't you? Now spread those legs."
boyfriend!scoups who's absolutely obsessed with the look of pure bliss on your face when he uses his own fingers to spread your slick all over your folds, making sure every inch of your entrance is coated. He's in no hurry; he wants to hear the wet, filthy sound of his fingers sliding in and out of you, that rhythmic mix of suction and friction. And when he finally decides to replace them with his cock, he has no intention of taking it slow; he drives into you with one heavy, deep, forceful thrust that makes your entire body shudder and your eyes roll back. The thick head slams against your cervix with a harsh, punishing impact that tears a sharp cry from your throat. He keeps up that brutal, relentless rhythm, the sound of his broad pelvis slapping against your soaked skin creating loud cracks of flesh against flesh that swallow every other sound in the room. He couldn't care less about elegance or looking like a gentleman; his only goal is to bury himself as deeply inside you as possible, his heavy balls striking against you with every merciless thrust. Thick, possessive arms wrap around your waist while his large, calloused hands dig into your hips to anchor you in place, hauling you back onto him with raw strength so he can hit that deepest, sweetest spot even harder.
boyfriend!scoups who couldn't care less if the sheets end up tangled beyond recognition or if the headboard keeps pounding rhythmically against the wall loudly enough to wake the neighbors halfway down the street. If anything, the thought of just how noisy the two of you are sends a delicious rush of adrenaline through him.
boyfriend!scoups who's the absolute master of duality. One moment, he's sitting on the couch beside you acting like the biggest idiot on the planet, pulling ridiculous faces and sticking his tongue out just to watch you roll your eyes and grumble about how childish he is. But before you even have time to process the shift, that very same tongue that had been teasing you moments ago is now working over every inch of your body with ravenous precision, trailing down over your mound before disappearing between your thighs. He devours you with such visceral, consuming hunger that you're left completely speechless, reduced to nothing but helpless moans as he loses himself in your warmth. And the craziest part is how those same hands—the ones you know can soothe your menstrual cramps with the gentlest touch over your belly—can, in the next instant, slide down to your ankle, fingers closing around it with possessive firmness before giving one powerful tug, lifting one of your legs until it comes to rest over his broad shoulder.
boyfriend!scoups who uses you as his own personal outlet, the release no crowded bar or bottle of whiskey could ever compare to. When it feels like the world is falling apart and stress is boiling through his veins, it's your body he seeks to unload every bit of that pent-up frustration. He doesn't come home looking for romance; he comes home wanting to have you in the rawest way possible, so primitive it almost feels like he's trying to become one with your body. It's messy, sweaty, driven by animalistic urgency. Every thrust is heavy and rhythmic; each time he drives his cock into you, the impact of his broad pelvis slamming against your ass echoes throughout the room in loud, wet cracks of skin against skin, filling the silence between his low curses and your hoarse moans as he fills you to your limit. It's a dance of friction and heat, a chaos of sweat and desire where he tries to lose himself in the tight grip of your cunt, using you to silence the noise inside his own head.
And yet, the whole thing changes in a way that leaves you completely weak. The moment he reaches his peak and spills his hot, thick release inside you, the beast who'd been pounding into you with such fury seems to disappear entirely. He doesn't pull out right away; instead, he shifts, draping his heavy body over yours and pulling you into a hug from behind as though he wants to melt you into his chest. The contrast is intoxicatingly insane: the man who'd been fucking you as though he wanted to break you only seconds ago has suddenly become the gentlest creature alive. He starts pressing slow, lazy kisses along the curve of your shoulder, trailing up your neck with such tenderness that your whole body slowly unwinds after all that brutality. The strong arms that had held you down so firmly now wrap around you with quiet protectiveness, guiding your head against his chest where you can hear his heartbeat still pounding hard as it gradually settles back into rhythm. He takes advantage of the angle to leave one sloppy, warm kiss after another across your neck before making his way up to your face, peppering your skin with affection that feels almost impossibly soft. It's in moments like these, between one kiss and the next, that he makes one thing perfectly clear: no matter how rough, brutal, or out of control he gets in the heat of the moment, you'll always be his little princess.
summary: You think Jihoon is courting you, but the waiting is making you crazy.
word count: 1350
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“You really don’t have to do that.”
Jihoon follows you into the kitchen as you carry the night’s dinner dishes to the sink. As you set them down, he adds, “I don’t mind doing clean up.”
“You cooked, which means you don’t clean,” you reply, soaping up the sponge. “That’s the rule.”
Still, he hovers. He does that a lot lately, always appearing by your elbow like he’s a planet caught in your orbit. Like he can’t bear to be too far away from you. You don’t mind. After all, if it wasn’t him, it would be you. You like having him close by.
He’s been courting you, or at least you think he has. Jihoon is quiet, deliberate. He’s also shy. It’s only because you know him so well that you’ve allowed yourself to believe this. Why else would he share his time with you willingly? Text you, call you even? His soothing voice heavy with sleep because he can’t bring himself to hang up even though he clearly should. Or his enthusiasm when he’s in the middle of a project that’s going well.
Why else would he show these sides to you?
The others tease you. Call him your shadow, make fun of how “dreamy” your eyes get when you catch sight of him. One time Jihoon ordered everyone to be quiet so you could speak–the others make it a point to mimic him now every time you try to talk.
So you do this now instead: the two of you, dinner, alone. The peace of his apartment, no pressure to perform for each other.
Jihoon takes a towel and wordlessly, you hand him a plate. He drags it through the towel efficiently before setting it in the dish rack. He doesn’t need to do this, of course. The dishes will dry on their own. It’s an excuse and you’re both glad of it.
He brushes your hand as he takes the next plate and you fight not to jump. After all, physical contact is still exciting.
There have been close calls. Looks traded in hallways, over restaurant tables while sandwiched between louder friends, or while leaning in car doors to wish the other a good night. One time, when everyone was walking in front of you, Jihoon took your hand, gripped it for as long as he dared, which would never be long enough.
You’re the one who initiated the kiss. Hand on the car door handle, knowing you needed to leave but not wanting to. Jihoon looking at you with an expression that bordered on reverence, enough to make your stomach twist with eager embarrassment. A chaste brush of lips that shocked you both at first; then, a not-so-chaste follow up.
Nervous laughter and apologies in equal measure as you both hurried to clear the air. Waited for the other to make another move. It never came. Hasn’t yet.
But he still invited you over tonight, which means something, right? He gave you his hoodie to wear when you showed up sodden from the warm June rain. It smells like him. You never want to take it off again. But you will when you go.
And the time to go is inching closer. You finish the dishes and Jihoon hangs up the towel and the two of you return to the living room.
“Movie?” he offers, voice almost like a plea. “We can watch that documentary you were interested in. The one on–”
“Mary Oliver?” you ask. “You don’t even like poetry.”
“I’m learning.”
For the past month you’ve sent him a verse each day. He sends you songs, you send him poems, the two of you caught up in the beauty of words in any format. It’s the easiest way to say the words neither of you can seem to find yourselves.
It’s not all about love. (But it is.)
“I don’t think it’s out yet,” you say, and he goes for his phone immediately, slim fingers–musician fingers, deliberate–tapping away rapidly.
He looks up at you after a moment, defeated. “You’re right.”
There’s always something else. A million other things you could watch, maybe curled up with him, inhaling his comforting scent. It’s not about the movie after all. It’s about how long you can stand to be close to him with everything still uncertain. You don’t know how many more of these nights you have left in you.
You can wait. Have waited. He’s worth it, after all. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t going slowly crazy, too.
“I should go,” you tell him, though you really don’t want to. Your fingers grip the cuffs of his hoodie as you psych yourself up to remove it.
“It’s still raining,” says Jihoon, looking anxiously at the windows. “You should stay a little longer.”
A soft laugh shakes your shoulders. “Hoon, if I stay any longer I’ll be here all night.”
“Okay.”
Just one word. Quick, earnest. Weighted.
Everything he hasn’t said to you is in that word and you know it. Can feel it, the warmth of it curling around you like a cat snuggling in for the night.
Still, you say, “You don’t mean that. I probably snore.”
“I’m a heavy sleeper,” is his easy response. “Stay.”
What does that mean? You know what you want it to mean. What you think it means. But you’ve been wrong before. You have a memory of a searing kiss with nothing to follow it. (Yet.)
“I want you to,” he insists, seeing your hesitation.
“But do you want me?”
You’re not sure where you get the courage. Now that you’ve asked the question though, you stand strong. Watching him. Waiting.
Jihoon pushes himself off the sofa, comes to stand in front of you. His beautiful eyes with their beautiful lashes are fixed on you, unblinking, unwavering.
“More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life,” he says without hesitation, and you believe him.
You let him cup your cheek, let him decide the angle as he presses his lips to yours. It’s a sweet kiss, an earnest one. He breaks away too soon.
“Jihoon…”
“Is that okay?” he asks suddenly, his bravado swept away. “Do you want to stay?”
You kiss him back with force, fingers trembling with excitement as they hold the front of his shirt, trying to pull him ever closer. Your tongue brushes against the seam of his lips and he groans, opens for you immediately. He’s yours finally, after so long. And it’s perfect. He’s perfect.
This quiet man whose body language is so loud right now, every atom fixated on you and you alone. His hands slide to your lower back, pressing you closer, holding you steady. You want him so much it’s making you a bit crazy. Lightheaded.
Or maybe that’s the lack of air.
“Yeah,” you say breathlessly. “I’ve wanted to stay for a long time.”
He ducks his head at this, gives you a soft smile. “Thanks for being patient.”
“You’re worth the wait.” He is. Every second.
You tug at the hem of his hoodie where it falls across your thighs, ready to lift it over your head when he stops you, a wild look in his gaze.
“Keep it on a little longer,” he urges.
“Oh?” you tease him. “You like seeing me in your clothes?”
“You can’t imagine how much. It’s making me a little crazy.”
But you don’t remove your grip on the garment. “You know, Hoon, you have plenty of t-shirts I can borrow, too.”
The hunger deepens between the two of you as he pulls you flush with his body once more. You can feel his desire pressing against you; it’s taking every bit of your self-control to not fall to your knees in front of him and show him you’re worth the wait as well.
His lithe fingers slide under the hoodie, under your shirt as well, seeking your bare skin. You shiver as they dance across your stomach, moving higher.
“Then in that case,” he says lowly, slowly, “allow me.”
synopsis: Woozi cared about two things: his wife and his farm. These are a bunch of moments over a year that show that.
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warnings: mdni, 18+, slice of life, farmer! Woozi, cowboy! Woozi, wife! reader, seamstress! reader, oral (f + m rec), praise, dirty talk, fingering, riding, mating press, exhibitionism, hardly any plot my bad, Woozi big, squirting, etc.
wc: 10.9k+
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Woozi hated the town meetings. They were redundant, long, and boring, messing with his routine, and as a farmer, his routine was meticulous; it had him rising before dawn and working late into the evening to make his ranch work. Which meant he had to plan out the little bit of time he got to be with you, his pretty wife.
He looked at his watch for the third time tonight and sighed.
If he weren't at this dumb fucking meeting, he could be doing something way more productive. Like fucking you into his bed to expel the last bit of energy he had before he had to wake up at four in the morning.
He liked his routine; it ensured him that his world would continue to go round as he woke up to fresh scratches on his back, and sore muscles that were worked out in the fields and in his bed with you. So, if he wasn't in the town hall right now, he could be hearing that little whine you make when he sinks into you nice and deep, your pretty nails clawing for mercy while you take all of him like he knew you could.
But instead, here he was, the dirt on his cowboy boots scuffing the old wood floor as he sat in the uncomfortable folding chair provided by the assistant to the mayor. His jeans covered the expanse of his thick thighs, his flannel stretching across his chest as he folded his arms with a furrowed brow. He watched as the mayor tried to placate the postman and the grocery store manager, the two grown men fighting over the location of the mailbox in front of 'Gyu's Grocery Store', and Woozi could feel his jaw tense.
This was a stupid meeting. It was the same meeting they always had once a month, and it had nothing to do with him or the farm.
And it's just as he begins to grind his teeth in annoyance that he feels you nonchalantly place your thigh against his.
The town meeting required everyone in Silver Springs to attend, and because the town wasn't big at all, everyone who wasn't a child attended the small town meeting. Nothing really exciting happened in Silver Springs; everyone pretty much knew everyone else since birth, and therefore, the only new bit of drama that could unfold was at these types of events.
Hence why Jeonghan had an amused grin playing on his lips as he shared a thing of popcorn with Joshua, the owner of the only candy shop in the town center.
Jihoon was a quiet man; he wasn't a man for displays of affection in these types of situations where anyone could see him, so when you touch him - his breath stills. He knew he loved you; it was a feeling etched in his bones, the same type of knowing he got when he could look at the clouds for a minute or two and know there would be a storm later in the evening. It's ultimately how his entire body hums alive when you give him the simplest touch. Your knee knocks into his knee, and it feels like electricity shoots through his veins.
You're sitting right next to him in the same type of folding chair, wearing your pretty little summer dress, which you made from scratch, and you had paired it with some little heels to match. You're a complete contrast to him. He's got dirt and grass stains smudged onto his jeans and boots, a simple flannel for a shirt, and his old black cowboy hat resting on his lap. If anyone walked in and didn't know who Woozi was or you, they'd never guess you were his wife.
I mean, you don't even spare Jihoon a glance when your thigh presses into his, your bare skin rubbing against the rough material of his jeans while the mayor demands the postman to sit down. You simply fold your hands in your lap, head raised tall, an aura of elegance coming from you. You looked perfect, but maybe Woozi was just biased.
The town meeting goes by quickly after that; Jihoon doesn't focus on the same monologue everyone gives once a month. Instead, he chooses to focus on the way your bare thigh feels against his. That your pretty little heels are next to his dirty cowboy boots, and if he moves, your perfect put-together look would be ruined.
His mind wanders.
His fingers twitch.
And when the meeting comes to a close, he doesn't hesitate to grab your hand in his. He holds you firmly, guiding you through the thick crowd as you two make your way to his red truck. Again, the contrast screams in his head. His eyes were watching you as he helped you inside his truck after opening the door for you, noticing how you stood out compared to him, and he made it halfway home before he finally couldn't take it anymore.
The truck pulls over onto the gravel road, bouncing you a little in your seat before he turns the truck completely off. When you realize you are somewhere on Woozi's farm, you try to figure out how far the Big House is. There's so much land he owns, and it's dark out, so you're not entirely sure where on the farm you both are, but it doesn't matter when he's calling to you softly.
Jihoon coaxes you closer with an outstretched hand, his fingers curling to beckon you near as he says, "c'mere." He's not asking, and you don't hesitate. You easily slide across the bench seat of the truck until Jihoon pulls you himself, his patience running thin as he brings you onto his lap directly.
You can feel the buckle of his belt against your pelvis, his jeans rubbing against your inner thighs as his fingers dig into your waist. It's cramped, but you've never felt more comfortable than right here as he looks up at you. His hat is tilted back, his hair almost falling into his eyes, as you rest your hands on his chest.
The air is charged with tension, your breath stuck in your lungs before Woozi breaks the silence. "I fucking hate those meetings."
It's unexpected, and it jolts you into laughter, your lips pulling up in an amused grin as he deadpans you. He meant every word, and you know he did.
"I'm serious. They wasted my time, and they wasted yours." He grumbles, and your shoulders shake as he leans back in his seat, the movement making you grind against his lap, and it quietens your giggles. "Could spend my time doing better things."
You know what he's hinting at, and you know you're not in public, but your eyes still flicker from window to window of the truck before you meet his eyes again. You notice the way his eyes have darkened, his lips parting as a soft pink dusts his cheeks with color. "Is that so?" You muse, your heart rate picking up pace as warmth pools between your thighs. "And what would that be?"
Your husband doesn't answer you; he pulls you into a kiss to show you. His warm hands are holding your lower back to keep you close, and he kisses you like summer rain, slow and steady, like he's got nowhere else to be. His hands move up your back and up to your face, tilting your head back so he can begin his trail of kisses down your neck, stopping in spots where you moan sweeter than before. And you're unsure how you end up on your back, splayed out on the bench seat of the 1970s boxed truck he drove, but Jihoon is fitting his hips between your legs like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle.
His denim jeans rub deliciously between your plush thighs, and your dress gets flipped up high enough for him to pull your panties down. You're just thankful that the windows are cracked because otherwise, you were pretty sure the windows would be fogged up by now with the way he's got you gasping for air.
When Jihoon's calloused fingers find your pretty pussy soaking wet and needy, he's got the top of your dress already bunched at your waist, his tongue laving over one of your nipples as you moan in pleasure. "This is what I ought to be doin'," he mumbles against the curve of your breast, his teeth nipping the supple skin as he swirls his thumb around your puffy clit. You make a keen whine, jutting your hips with a jolt that makes his smile grow. "Should be pleasing my wife, taking care of her. Isn't that right, my love?"
He doesn't expect an answer from you. Not when he's filling your sweet pussy with two of his fingers, stretching your gummy walls open as he sinks his digits to the knuckle.
You take him easy, already soaking wet for him, like always, and Woozi goes back to sucking your nipple into his mouth. He thrusts his fingers into your drooling cunt like he wasn't pulled over by one of the fields he owned, curling them just right, and your head swims with desire. He takes in the hitch in your breath, the way your legs fall open wider, your knee knocking into the dashboard of his truck as you take another one of his fingers, and the heart in his chest grows warmer.
"You take me so well, Peach." Woozi praises, and he looks between you two to see how glistening wet you make his fingers. "Should just have you like this all the time, wrapped around me, and making those sweet noises just for me." The sound of your pussy becoming wetter fills the small space, and your nails dig into his biceps, your cheeks flushed as he curls his fingers again and again.
He grazes the spongy spot that makes you see white, and your entire body tenses as you moan loudly for him. "Right there, oh! Right there!" You babble, and Woozi thinks about the contrast again. How pretty and put-together you were at the town meeting, and how ruined you are now.
Your dress is bunched up around your waist. Your pretty tits are exposed to his hungry eyes, and your sweet pussy is slurping on his fingers, begging for more, while he is still fully dressed. The power imbalance is unable to be hidden in Woozi's eyes, and his cock was hard and heavy in his jeans, wishing to be buried deep inside your drooling cunt as he got you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. His cowboy boots leave dusty footprints on the inside of his driver's side door as he brings your orgasm close, but he couldn't care less because after a few more strokes to your g-spot, he gets to see you like this: disheveled, holding onto him like a lifeline, and a complete mess as you cum with a cry of his name.
You tremble underneath him, your pussy spasming around his fingers while you gush hot and sweet, bucking your hips like you can't control them yourself. And Woozi's chest warms with pride, his fingers working between your thighs to fuck you through it, prolonging your high as your eyes glaze over in ecstasy.
When your tremors subside to little twitches in your thighs, he leans back, slipping his fingers from your sopping cunt with a satisfied grin. He keeps eye contact with you as he licks his digits clean, groaning at the taste of you, and murmuring, "sweet as a peach," while you try to blink away your bleary vision. "I think this was better than any town meeting."
And you can't disagree when he's unbuckling his belt, moving to shove his jeans down so he can get his cock free.
The weather is perfect today on the farm. It's clear skies and a sweet breeze that make the rows and rows of trees sway in the wind gently; the green leaves do a little shimmy before settling back in place, and you stand in your kitchen barefoot.
Normally, you'd always be dressed down to the kitten heels at the very least. Your wardrobe is usually picked out the night before, matching the perfectly fixed hair that you take your time to do every morning, but today is different. You are off today, not needed in town after your assistant threatened to lock the doors to your shop if you tried to come in. Minghao was like that, a sharp eye that meant well, and you were the kind of boss who didn't know what an off day meant until it hit you. So, after some whining from you that your assistant easily blocked, you were hung up on and left to your own devices.
But now what?
You're still in your pajamas, which consisted of a shirt of your husband's and little ruffled shorts you hand-made yourself, and your hands rested on your hips as you tried to figure out what to do for the rest of the day.
Your husband was long gone by now, somewhere on the farm working hard; he always got up before the sun did, and you would wake up to a pot of coffee waiting for you, still hot on the kitchen counter when you eventually made it downstairs.
That's what you gravitate to first.
You see the new mug set out on your kitchen counter; today it's shaped like a cowboy boot, and you fill it up with coffee Woozi left on. This was your routine. Woozi made coffee, something he desperately needed to start his day, and he made enough for both of you as he picked out the mug he wanted you to use for the day.
The first sip warms you entirely, making your lips curve into a soft smile as the taste of coffee and creamer swirls along your tongue. You're feeling more awake as you lean your hip against the old counter, your eyes flickering to the window above your kitchen sink.
You look out the window, ready to enjoy the view, when you spot your husband a little bit in the distance. He's on top of one of the big tractors he owns, tinkering on it as one of the dogs you two own zooms around it, making your husband shake his head. You don't have to be close to know he's smiling, and you can't tear your eyes off of him.
He's in his normal uniform: denim jeans, a plaid flannel, and a black cowboy hat. He's got the sleeves of his flannel rolled up to his elbows, and you know that even with his hat, he's got to be sweating. The summer hadn't turned unbearable yet, but it was still hot to be out there for long periods of time without any shade.
And you're just thinking about making him some lemonade or a snack when he's suddenly coming through the kitchen door, making you blink in surprise. You hadn't realized you were so lost in thought, but it seems you surprise Woozi just as much as he does you. He falters in step for a second, taking you in slowly, seeing your bare legs and feet as you hug the cowboy mug to your chest. You would normally be gone by now, halfway to work, but with your day off, you aren't.
You twist your body to face your husband, leaning back into the corner of the kitchen counter as he keeps eye contact with you. His eyes flicker, and it's too fast for you to try and read the emotions, but you watch as he silently opens the door of the fridge, grabbing a cold water bottle before he copies your stance - leaning back on the kitchen table, facing you, as he crosses his feet by his ankles.
His eyes stay on yours as he takes a moment to speak up, choosing to instead open the water bottle with an easy twist before bringing it to his mouth. Your eyelashes flutter as he takes a drink, a brief memory of last night flashing through your mind, and you're feeling more than envisioning his mouth sucking on something else that makes your thighs clench together in need. You watch his throat work, drinking in the water while your eyes wander down his body.
His flannel hugs his torso, stretching over muscles built by long days of hard labor, and you can't help but appreciate it. His thighs fill his jeans, and his forearms flex as they cross at his chest - and you're all but salivating at the mouth for your husband.
"You doin' work from home today?" He asks, breaking the silence and pulling you from your wandering thoughts. You shift from one foot to the other, not knowing that you were driving him insane by being in just your pajamas and a little messy hair. He wanted to bend you over the counter, spread your thighs, and tell you how much he needed to relieve some stress. How one of the tractors started acting up, getting on his nerves, and only your pretty pussy could help him get through the rest of his day - but instead, he does his best to restrain himself. He quirks a brow in your direction and watches you lick your lips before answering.
"No, I uh, took the day off." His eyebrows raise more at that, and he taps the empty water bottle against his bicep in thought. He doesn't know if he really could be productive today when he knows his wife will be inside all day, wearing his shirt, and hardly anything else. "But it could give me time to catch up on some personal work," you add, and Woozi stays quiet.
In the Big House, your home, Woozi had made sure you had your own office. A place where you could bring work home, or create on your own when you had the time. But you were always busy with something, especially since you were the main seamstress in town, and therefore, you hardly ever had time to create your own work.
Another beat of silence stretches between you two, and eventually Woozi nods his head to himself, standing straighter as he clears his throat with a little grunt. "Well, maybe I can join you for lunch if I can fix the tractor in time."
You knew your husband well enough to know that he wasn't a man of many words; he showed his affection through actions, and you knew that he'd do his best to find time to see you, and it made your heart flutter as he pushed off from the table. He seemed to hesitate again, just briefly, before he took two big steps toward you. When he was close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from his body, his hand reached for your face, pulling you half-way until his lips barely brushed yours.
It made you gasp, your eyes widening as your cheeks flushed, and you felt more than you saw, his lips curving into a knowing smirk. He hummed softly, and your lips tingled before he finally gave you a kiss that made your head spin. But as soon as he kissed you, he was pulling back, his tongue licking over his bottom lip as he cleared his throat like he was restraining himself. "Good morning, by the way."
And then he was gone, back outside with your two dogs at his heels while you slumped into the kitchen counter.
How were you supposed to be productive today after that?
Three hours later, you give up trying to work from home entirely when you're too distracted by your husband working outside. Your office faces the East, filling the small room full of fabrics in a warm glow, and giving you the perfect view of your husband riding the tractor he fixed. He's going up and down in the field to your left, and you're going insane alone with your unfinished projects.
Even from where you stood in the Big House, you could see that more buttons had come undone on his flannel, exposing his skin to the sunlight, and leaving you in a trance that makes you shake your head literally. You only got like this, dazed, with your husband; you were usually more composed, focused, and a little cold out in public. You owned and ran your own business, all from money you had earned through hard work, and it had taken years to get where you were now.
You had finally started becoming a recognized brand that was highly respected, and it was because you could remain composed, level, and meticulous in everything you did.
That's why no one would ever believe you if you told them you were in the kitchen making homemade lemonade as an excuse to see your husband instead of working.
You were still in your pajamas, your ruffled shorts hidden under your husband's old t-shirt as you added water to the pretty pitcher you had been gifted for your wedding. All the lemons you had stored on the kitchen counter had been juiced, and your cheeks were flushed from the silliness you felt by doing this. You could just go outside and call him over. You knew he'd drop everything, but you had no reason to interrupt his work. So, you didn't stop your lame excuse and grabbed the sugar from your pantry to stir in with your water until the lemonade was as sweet as the lemonade you could get from the state fair.
Once you were satisfied, you poured a tall glass with ice full of your lemonade before you ventured out the sliding glass door in your kitchen. Your stomach flipped as you realized you had no shoes to wear that wouldn't get ruined by mud, and you decided to carefully shake out your husband's extra pair of cowboy boots before you stepped in them.
The boots were old, worn, and dusty, but it was all you had, even if they didn't go with your outfit and they felt a little big to be walking in. Nevertheless, you were determined, and with the glass of lemonade in one hand, you stepped off the porch in search of your husband.
Luckily, it was not too hard to find him; you only had to glance at the field you last saw him in before you saw the barn door open in the distance. He must be getting ready to saddle one of the horses, and the thought alone made you walk faster so you wouldn't miss him.
The red barn was one of the bigger ones on the farm. Jihoon had four in total, not including the Big House, and they had been on this land long before he was even born. They had withstood rainstorms, snow, and a flood back in the eighties, and the goal was that they would be here long after him. Some paint peeled now and then, and Woozi would have to hire contractors to come look at a leak in the roof soon, but most of the time, it was the sanctuary he gave himself in between tasks for the day.
Amongst the stalls for the horses, and the extra bales of hay in the corner, the barn also housed all the gear he needed to saddle his horse or brush them after a long day, and a little workbench he was currently leaning against to give himself a small break. He was hoping to finish early to see you back home sooner, and he had been so lost daydreaming about you from this morning that he hadn't noticed you hesitantly walking in until you were calling for him softly.
"I made lemonade."
Woozi blinks; his flannel is fully open now, and he catches the way your eyes flicker down to the lines and ridges of his abs as you come to a halt a couple of feet away from him. His lips twitch, an amused grin almost showing on his face as his dark eyes move from you standing there like his greatest temptation and the cup of lemonade in your left hand.
"You made lemonade?" He mused, and he leaned further back against the workbench, allowing his flannel to fall from his sides. He can see you shift from one foot to the other like you were unsure of yourself, out of your element, and it's then that he realizes you're wearing more of his stuff than before, and the sight of it makes his cock twitch in delight.
"Yeah, I uh," you lick your lips and trail off because your mind is wandering south just like your eyes. You briefly wonder what it'd feel like being bent over the desk he's leaning on, and your thighs squeeze together pathetically in response. "I uh, thought maybe you'd be thirsty."
Thirsty. Jihoon nods to himself, agreeing he's thirsty, but not for your lemonade.
He stands up, slow and confident, loving that you made this excuse to see him, and he walks closer with deliberate, languid steps. His pretty wife, it seems, had been thinking about him as much as he has been thinking about you all day today. And when he finally takes your cup from your hand, he's all but backed you into one of the haystacks with a knowing smirk that makes your breath hitch in your throat.
"You're right," He hums and keeps eye contact with you as he sets the cup to the side on an adjacent haystack. His hands find their way to your waist, slipping under his shirt to touch your hips without anything in the way, and the feel of his calloused fingertips against your smooth skin makes your eyelashes flutter. "I am thirsty," he says it low and deep, and you're clutching onto his biceps as he lifts you to sit on the haystack with ease.
From this height, your hips are the height of his chest, and your gasp echoes as your husband pulls your ass to the edge, his eyes sparkling while heat pools in your stomach.
"You gonna let me fix that, my love? Let me have a taste after working so hard in the sun today." His words make your heart pick up the pace, stuttering in your chest, and you find yourself nodding dumbly as his fingers hook into your ruffled shorts and panties.
He drags the two pieces of clothing down until they are balled up next to the useless cup of lemonade, and then he's pushing you back gently, forcing you onto your back as he manhandles your knees to your chest, exposing your pretty pussy to the open air.
It should be embarrassing how wet you already are, and how much more of your slick seeps from your puffy folds when Jihoon moans. He hasn't even done anything but stare, watching how your sensitive clit glitters with your juices as he stands over you. "Always so good for me," he praises, and you're unable to speak when he dives right in.
His hot tongue is thick, and the wet muscle laps up your slit like you're his favorite meal. And maybe, it's because you are. His fingers dig into the fat of your thighs, keep you spread open, and his nose buries itself against your clit as he slurps obscenely, letting the noises echo in the big barn. It's dirty how he has you, with your ass hanging on the edge of the haystack as he messily makes out with your cunt, but you've also never been more turned on.
Your hands scramble to hold onto something, anything, before you bring his face closer to your pretty pussy, your hips rocking up to match the filthy thrusts of his tongue plunging into your sopping cunt.
The familiar heat in your stomach swirls tighter with each sloppy shake of Jihoon's head between your plush thighs, and your cries resonate in the tall barn louder, mixing with his lovesick groans. "This is just - hah - what I needed-" He confesses, and you feel his hand leave your thigh before two of his fingers stuff your cunt with a sticky squelch. Your eyes swirl, and your jaw drops, and Jihoon dives back in, sucking your clit into his mouth with a precise curl of his fingers that makes your ears ring.
Stars burst behind your eyelids, bringing your orgasm closer, and your whimpers turn more wrecked as he focuses on the soft spots inside you that have you thrashing underneath him.
"You don't even know how much I wanted to fuck you when I saw you this morning." His words come out between his tongue lapping on your pulsing clit, and the deep plunges of his thick fingers inside your pussy. His lips and jaw are dripping with your arousal, and he's only more determined to make a mess out of you as he keeps talking you through it. "Just - ngh - wanted to bend ya' over our kitchen table, see if your pretty pussy was still molded to m'cock from last night."
Your gasp comes out choked, and your gummy walls tighten around his three digits, squeezing him in pulses as your orgasm crashes through you suddenly. You cry out his name when you cum, and Jihoon replaces his fingers with his tongue, slurping your slick while his thumb rubs sloppy hearts into your clit, fucking you through it with a happy groan. He rides out every wave of your orgasm until your noises come out silent and you're oversensitive, weakly pushing on his head to let you go.
When Woozi finally listens, he places a sweet kiss on your trembling thighs before he stands back up from his hunched position. Your arousal coats his nose, lips, and jaw with a glittering shine that has your cheeks blushing a darker shade, and the pleased smirk he gives you when you lie there boneless has your pussy fluttering with new tremors.
You watch him lick his lips before grabbing your forgotten lemonade. He makes sure you're watching as he takes a sip, sighing in contentment before he gives you a teasing wink. "Sweet, but you're sweeter."
When the leaves change colors in the fall, the farm changes with it. It'd been an annual event for the pumpkin patch to be held on your husband's farm. It'd been the designated place for generations, so as the spooky holiday neared, your work balanced between running your business in town and creating side projects to decorate your land for the town to enjoy with their family and friends.
The usual staples would be provided, like bobbing for apples, hay rides, pumpkin picking, and a corn maze that you were determined to make spooky enough for the teenagers when they came during the evening. It was always like that: kids and families came during the day for wholesome fun, and then teenagers and young adults came in the evening for date night and scares. You were proud to be a part of this tradition, and the whole town helped, so it wasn't just on you and your husband's shoulders.
Mingyu, Seungcheol, and Dino came early to help your husband set up tables, guide food trucks to a clear field, and put up structures that you had painted the week before. Seungkwan supervised not only the kids' activities because he was everyone's favorite school teacher, but also the rest of the town on what their job was and how to do it properly. He had muttered to you that otherwise no one would do it right, and it made you hide your grin behind your hand as he sauntered off to find Vernon, who was supposed to have the raffle tickets for the prizes that would be won later.
You had felt like you had been pulled in every other direction putting this whole thing together, and it also felt like you had hardly seen your husband unless it was across the way, and he was busy with another task with one of the boys. You'd catch him lifting hay bales, muscles flexing under the autumn sun, before someone would come to talk to you about an activity, distracting you from your view of your man, and when you looked back moments later, he'd be gone. The moments seemed to build as time went on, and before you had realized it, hours had passed, and the kids and families were gone, while the evening rolled in with the next wave of people.
Eventually, you'd find yourself back inside the Big House, which was off-limits to others but your husband and you, and it was your solace as you leaned on the kitchen sink with a heavy sigh. The kitchen window gave you a view of adults mingling around, laughing and talking, and you felt satisfied with how the event turned out, even if you were tired and missing your husband more than usual. The last time you had seen him, it was just before four in the afternoon, and Seungkwan was hosting the last kids' bobbing for apples activity with you right next to him.
Your eyes had wandered from Seungkwan's dramatic flair on how to actually bob for apples to the tractor dragging the hitched trailer full of families, your husband being the person behind the wheel as he drove it around for everyone.
Jihoon had his black cowboy hat tipped back, his posture relaxed and confident, and the urge to kiss him consumed you so suddenly you felt frozen. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him, watching as he drove nearer, and as if he could feel you staring, his head turned, and his dark eyes caught yours like two magnets snapping together.
With one look, your breath caught, your cheeks flushed, and Jihoon's lips curved up in amusement. When he was close enough, he tipped his hat to you nice and slow, a teasing smile dancing on his face as he murmured, "My love," before driving by. It was just two words, but it was enough to make your tummy flip and your neediness grow as Seungkwan redirected your attention to the kids who were clamoring to bite one apple from one of the five barrels in front of them.
You had spent the rest of the day in a daze, your eyes glossed over with very little attention span, and you hadn't even realized you were no longer alone in your kitchen until your husband spoke up.
"My love," those two little words snap you from your wandering thoughts, and your head turned to look over your shoulder towards your husband, who was wearing the same teasing smile as before.
When you realize you're finally alone with him, your body moves faster than your mind, and you're not hesitating as you pull him into a kiss that makes his warm hands squeeze your hips with a groan. You take charge of the kiss easily, nipping on his bottom lip with your teeth as your hand snakes down his chest to the waistband of his jeans. You make quick work of his belt, sliding his zipper down and unbuttoning his jeans until they bunch at his knees with an eagerness that makes his head spin.
He lets out a strangled noise when you pull back from his kiss just enough to see his eyes swirl, and his cheeks darken with a blush. His hat is tilted back, his eyebrows are furrowed, and his cock is growing a tent in his boxers as your palm rubs against it, squeezing him through the thin material that separates him from you.
Precum oozes from his tip, staining the fabric enough for you to see, and your smile is all seduction as he holds onto the kitchen counter tightly. "Were you missing me, too?" You asked Jihoon with a flutter of your eyelashes. You've taken to stroking him through his boxers, circling your thumb around the tip until heat ached down to his lower stomach. His abdomen tensed, his knuckles whitened, and your husband looked too good being this wrecked over a few tugs of your hand.
"Baby-" His moan came out desperate, his hooded eyes never leaving yours as his hips twitched under your hand. "Fuck, yeah- ngh - missed you s'much." Your touch became firmer as he stuttered through his words, and your hand moved underneath the waistband of his boxers to feel him hot and pulsing under your palm.
The mere touch of your hand made a whine slip from his lips, and his head tilted backwards as you used his precum as lubricant to tug on his cock. Obscene "schlick!" noises resonated in the kitchen as the event happened just twenty feet away outside your kitchen window, and your husband's head began to fill with nothing but the way your hand felt around his cock, and the pretty smile you gave as the wet repetitive sound of your hand pumping deliberate strokes grew more frequent with each squeeze you gave to his tip.
His hips moved in tandem with your hand, thrusting his cock into your tight grip, and just when he thought you couldn't get any hotter, you're sinking onto your knees between his spread legs.
His cock is heavy, weighing down from the amount of blood that rushed south to it, and his tip is cherry red with need. The sight of him, hard, pulsing, and leaking gooey precum profusely, has your mouth watering, and you're only able to give him a cheeky wink before his vision swims, and your warm mouth swallows his tip with a satisfied moan.
"Oh fuck," his curse comes out choked off, and his muscles flex as the coil of pressure in his abdomen tightens to an overwhelming tremor. His breath leaves his lungs, and your mouth slides further down his cock until his hand comes to twist in your hair. He doesn't pull you off or guide your movements; he just uses it as a hold to keep himself grounded as your mouth slurps his cock all the way down to the base.
Your nose brushes the trimmed hair on his pelvis, and his balls tighten with each wet, slobbery bob of your head. The slippery friction of your warm mouth leaves him gasping for air as you take him all the way down your throat before going back up to swirl your tongue around his tip. The sloppy sucks of your lips wrapped around his shaft increase, your pace picking up, and his hand on the back of your head gets heavier with each filthy "gulk!" your throat makes when his cock stuffs it to the brim.
After a few more bobs from you, he can't take it anymore, and he holds your head still, his hips rolling forward on their own accord as he takes over. The pleasure became too much, and your eyes watered as he fucked your mouth, your name coming out as a thankful chant. When he looked down at you, his eyes were blown wide, glossy like your lips, and the sight of you blinking up at him as you let him use you was enough to make the pressure building inside him burst.
His hips jutted forward, his thrusts stuttering into an erratic rhythm as his eyes squeezed shut so tightly that colors exploded behind his eyelids. Your name tore through his throat, raw and undone, echoing in the room as a mix between a broken sob and a gasp. All of his muscles locked up, his hand keeping your head down on his cock, forcing your throat to swallow around his thick length as his tip twitched with the first wave of his release.
His thighs trembled, and he fought to stay upright as you sucked on his sensitive tip until you had swallowed every last drop of his cum. Your tongue massaged the pulsing veins down his length, and when the waves of pleasure began to subside, you finally let him go with a wet "pop!"
Your tongue licked your lips clean as he slumped into the kitchen counter, out of breath, and you stood up slowly, getting onto your tiptoes as you gave him another slow kiss, letting him taste himself on your tongue. "I missed you." You murmured against his lips, and his fingers curled into your dress tighter, bringing you closer.
The coldness that creeps in, foreboding the coming of winter, brings slower work for Woozi; by this point, he's moved his cattle from one area to the next, and he's prepping the old land they were on for better growth for next spring as he manages the shorter days with less sun.
He's still busy almost the entire day, but with it being the colder season, he's able to finish up earlier with fewer tasks needing his attention, which allows him to have dinner with you on a four-day regular basis, an upgrade to your normal two- to three-day dinner dates.
You two work in tandem to cook a home-cooked meal, provided by his hard work, whenever you can, and while you insist on cooking, he insists on setting the table once he's finished with work for the day. The routine is simple: you arrive at the Big House around five-thirty like usual, and immediately get to cooking, and once Jihoon comes in for the day, you're usually half-way done with dinner to allow him to wash up and set the table in the meantime. You two don't really talk as much during this time; you know your husband isn't much for talking unless necessary, so you're not prepared when he comes in a little later than usual and sets his black cowboy hat down on the kitchen counter without so much of a glance.
His walk is heavier than usual, his eyes set on you as you stir the pasta you had made in the pot, and a shiver runs up your spine when you meet his dark eyes. "I just need to make the salad, and dinner should be ready," you say, and you mistake the hunger in his eyes for food. You don't know he's had a rough day, that every little thing seemed to go wrong, and he had pent his frustration in a slow swirl that tightened up like a rattlesnake's tail that jittered in warning before striking.
The silence hangs heavily between you both, and you could feel the air shift, electrifying the tension, and you had made the fortunate move of flipping the stove top burner off before you spoke up again.
"I just need you to set the table-" you are unable to finish your sentence before your husband reaches for you. The rattlesnake struck, gripping you with strength that made you gasp as you were whirled around the kitchen until your chest met your kitchen table. The wood table was cold against the little slip dress you had worn to work. The thin material hugged your body, stretching tight when Jihoon manhandled you to bend over the table, and your arms were behind your back before you could say his name in alarm.
His one hand holds both of your wrists in a taut grasp, and another gasp leaves your glossy lips when his cowboy boot kicks your legs open wider. You can feel his hips against your ass, his buckle digging into the end of your dress, and your cheeks flush as you feel his cock is already hard under his fitted jeans. "I'm going to fuck you." His words come out confident, a sureness that makes your pussy clench in anticipation, and you're rewarded with a roll of his hips as he continues to talk. "And you're gonna cum on my cock twice before we have the dinner you've made, okay?"
You're pinned to the kitchen table, his jeans rubbing against the back of your thighs, and your panties are soaked, sticking to your folds as you nod your head quietly. You can hear him huff a little laugh, smug, and his hands tighten around your wrists as he flips your dress up, dragging your panties down just enough to give him access to your pretty cunt.
You expect him to be rough, to take you right then and there, but instead, he's much worse. He's a tease.
His thick fingers find your clit with ease, and your arousal drips down his digits as he strokes your nub with light touches. His denim jeans are tight over his wide thighs, and they are keeping you in place as he teases your cunt with slow caresses. He winds you up with knowing accuracy, rubbing sloppy hearts into your clit until your cunt is all but weeping slick down your trembling thighs.
The room fills with the wet sounds of your cunt, and your breathy moans, and Jihoon lets out a sigh like this was exactly what he needed. His eyes can't stop staring at your quivering pussy, the way your hole flutters as he plays with you, dragging his fingers through your dripping folds, teasing your entrance before going back to your pulsing clit like he knows you could cum from just this.
And you could; he's had you do it before, stroking your clit until you were throbbing around nothing, begging for his cock before you orgasmed with a cry of his name.
Tonight, he's too tense to have that happen again, and just as your hips are tilting back, pressing back onto his fingers with a wiggle that says you're about to cum - he stops. With one hand, he unbuckles his belt, shoving his jeans sloppily down to his thighs, before he grabs your ass with a heavy hand. His cock aligns with your entrance perfectly, and the fat, blunt head of his cock is dark and leaking with his precum, coating your pussy and making your head spin with lust. You're just about ready to beg for him to move when he pushes his hips forward, sheathing his cock inside you in one full thrust.
Normally, your husband has you cumming on his fingers and mouth a few times before he gives you his cock, but tonight, he takes you like you're his personal cock sleeve. He holds your wrists in one hand behind your back and your hip in the other as he drags his heavy cock through your gummy walls, pushing out loud moans from your glossy lips each time he fills you to the hilt.
The table digs into your hips as his balls smack into your clit with little 'plap, plap, plaps', adding to your pleasure as he uses you hard and fast. You can only tilt your hips up to take each thrust with a whimper, your pussy slurping his cock deeper with each clap of his hips meeting your ass. The orgasm that builds in your stomach develops hotter with each stroke he gives, and you're rendered to a babbling mess as your pussy slobbers his cock with another wave of your slick. "Oh! Yes, yes, just like that!"
You barely hear your husband scoff, a smug smirk dawning on his face as he hooks your knee up onto the table. The new angle has him plugging his cock deeper into you, and your tongue lolls lewdly in response. "Just like that?" He croons condescendingly. "Yeah, you like it when I fuck my frustration out on you? Hah, look at you - you're soaking me."
Your legs tremble, and his thrusts pick up pace, bringing drool to the corner of your mouth as he reaches under you to find your puffy clit. He rubs the pretty nub with quick and mean circles, and you're unable to warn him fast enough before something snaps inside you. Your orgasm bursts like the wail you let out, and your cunt spasms into a vice grip around his cock, pulsing in tremors that make Jihoon's hips stutter.
"That's it, let it all out for me, Baby." He praises, and your pussy quivers as he keeps rubbing your clit, his thrusts growing harder as he changes his pace to fuck you deep and slow. He makes you feel every inch plunge through your gushing channel, until you're realizing just how much of a mess you've made. You can feel your cum drip down your thighs, and your cheeks flush as your second orgasm builds quicker than the first.
"Ji-Jihoon! It's too - ngh - too much! M'gonna - oh fuck, fuck," Your moan turns into a squeal as your body locks up; you've barely stopped the trembling in your thighs before you're gushing for the second time. Your stomach tightens, your pussy clamps down on his thick cock, and your vision darkens as he smacks your clit with his wet fingers.
You think you forget how to breathe, because one moment your vision blackens, and the next you're gasping for air as Jihoon curses behind you. "Fuck, you're perfect." You can hear his teeth grinding together, and your pussy is still milking his cock through your orgasm when you feel his cock swelling as he cums. Every inch of his shaft rubs your sensitive walls deliciously, and you can feel every spurt of his cock filling your cunt with his cum as he groans loudly behind you.
His hips grind into your ass, his cock painting your pussy white, and it's then that he finally lets go of your wrists. You feel your arms drop to your sides while he rubs his hands down your back, keeping you stuffed with his cock and cum as he praises you. "You did so good for me, my love; you made such a mess- even squirted for me." He sighs blissfully, and your cunt squeezes his cock instinctively at his words.
You're pretty sure your pasta was cold now, but you couldn't care less; you felt warm and satisfied as your husband rubbed your hips and back with deep circles, praising you with more compliments as you lay boneless over the kitchen table.
There are only a few days Jihoon takes off from working his farm. If he had it his way, he'd work even on his birthday, but you'd never allow that. You always claimed that the ranch could handle one day without him, and one small finger from you pointed at his chest with a determined glint in your eye had him shutting up any protest as he hung up his hat for the night, following you to bed as you slowly led the way with an enticing sway of your hips.
But old habits die hard, and Woozi wakes before the sun does. His eyes flutter open, and the first thing he notices is that your soft body is tucked into his as your leg drapes over his hip. It's quiet, the stillness before the dawn, and your little sleepy noises that you huff into his neck make his heart warm all over. It was always hard to leave you in the mornings, even when his body moved on autopilot.
Mornings were definitely not in his favor; his eyes could barely stay open as his hair jutted out every which way, and the only balm he gave himself was by making a strong cup of coffee to start his day. As the coffee dripped into the pot, he grabbed two mugs out of habit, one for himself and the other chosen specifically for you. Today, he chooses a pink one dotted with tiny red hearts all over it just for you.
When the coffee is done, the sky has barely changed color; it's still dark, but the first glimpses of it lightening up are seen just behind the mountains to the East, and he takes his cup of coffee onto the back porch.
Your porch wraps around the entirety of the Big House, but Woozi likes to stay on the back half, looking over all the land he worked hard to maintain. Two of the red barns are back here, and the chicken coop is around the corner, so as everyone sleeps, he sighs and leans his hip into the porch railing as he finally takes his first sip of coffee for the day.
He drinks his coffee mostly black; the bitterness shoots through his veins, waking him up faster, and his brows pinch as it warms his body over the cold morning air. Usually, if he were working, he'd drink his first cup of coffee just like this. He'd take the brief moment of quiet before grabbing his second cup to go as he headed out to check up on all the animals. He only allowed himself two cups of coffee; otherwise, his body would get too jittery, his brain would drift, and the urge to "fuck all" and find his wife would be too unbearable to resist. Essentially, nothing would get done but you, so he had to have some restraint as he would call your two dogs to follow him on his heels.
But none of that matters today, though; it's his birthday, his wife was naked in his bed upstairs, and when he finished his first cup of coffee, he planned to celebrate with his head between your thighs, waking you up with the warmth of his tongue to start your day off right.
The thought alone makes him smirk to himself, his cock growing in his jeans as he daydreams, and he's so lost in his own world he doesn't hear you until you're setting your pink mug of coffee right next to his on the porch railing.
"I woke up alone."
Your statement comes out quietly, calmly, and his dark eyes shift to the right, widening when he sees you standing there still as naked as he had left you. "Baby, it's cold out here-" His body fully twists in your direction now, and his eyes can't help but dip and follow the curves and lines of his pretty wife as you give him a knowing grin.
"-then warm me up, cowboy. Make up for the fact you weren't in my bed this morning." Your little nickname was always an inside joke between you two, something you called him just to rile him up, and his plans to take you on the bed fly out the window entirely. A grin tugged onto the edge of his lips, matching your own, and his hands grabbed your waist so fast that you let out an involuntary yelp as he pulled you into him.
Your cold skin hummed with renewed heat as his hands rubbed down your back, and your moan got swallowed by his lips when he kissed you like there wasn't enough time in the world. He could feel your perky nipples against his chest, the goosebumps that ran down your arms, and the smile you two shared as he licked over your bottom lip before pulling back. "What are the magical words?" He teased low and deep, the morning raspiness in his tone making your thighs squeeze together in anticipation as his hardening cock pressed against your hip.
It was unfair how easily he could make your head clouded with lust, and your nails lightly scratched down his sides to provoke a little inhale from him as you watched his pupils blow wide with hunger. You leaned up, brushing your lips over his, and smiled at the tingling you felt all the way down to your toes. "Happy birthday, my love."
Jihoon groaned, and you laughed as you two were brought down onto the floor by him. He didn't bother even making it inside with you as his body covered yours, right there on the back porch, and his hips slotted between your legs as he squeezed your ass playfully. His head dipped down, and his teeth nipped the curve of your neck, bringing another round of giggles from you as he spoke into your ear with an affectionate scoff. "I was looking for, please, Darling, not some cheesy happy birthday." He huffed, and an adoring pinch to your side made your hips buck up into his.
Your pussy slid up his jean-covered bulge, and both of you groaned as his own body reacted to yours instinctively. Every time your hips rolled, his hips responded, grinding into your exposed cunt, dragging the seam of his jeans over your pretty clit until your arousal seeped onto the front of his jeans with a darkening wet patch.
You were so pretty, lying underneath him, dry humping him out in the open, and he knew he was going to take you right here in the cold early morning, but before Woozi could pin you down, your knees pressed into his hips, and your body used his weight to roll you two around until you were on top.
Your weight settled back onto his lap as he found himself lying on the creaky wooden floor in surprise, and your hands rested on his chest as your hips swiveled again, grinding over his lap as he held onto your waist with a moan. "Birthday boys don't need a please; they just need to be good and take what they're given." Your husband's head fell back, exposing his neck, and your smile turned a little condescending as you looked down on him. "Now, are you going to let me ride my cowboy, or what?"
Jihoon gave a short, jerky nod in consent, his vision blurring a little as his cock pulsed in need from your words. He barely made out the two coffee mugs still steaming on the railing before you made quick work of his jeans, unbuckling his belt, and sliding his zipper down. He helped you shove his jeans down to the middle of his thighs with his boxers, and you were already soaking wet as you leaned up on your knees to reach back for his hefty cock.
There is no prep, no teasing, just your hand guiding his cock to your entrance, and then your pretty pussy engulfing his shaft inch by mouth-watering inch with such warmth that his tongue slaps the roof of his mouth as his eyes roll back in pleasure.
Your pussy creates a filthy and sticky squelch from the breach of his cock stretching you open, and you can feel every thumping inch of his cock rub deliciously along your gummy walls as his weeping tip reaches places you didn't even know existed as your ass finally meets his hips in one swift swoop. Fuck, this was Jihoon's favorite position for a reason, and it shows when your head falls back and your eyes cross lewdly from the feeling of him stuffing you full.
Each time your hips slam down, driving his cock deeper into your wet heat, dirty "plap, plap, plaps!" resonate in the open air as your skin smacks into his. Your gyrations only got nastier with each twist of your hips, and the feel of his plump cock swiveling around inside you so deliciously had his jaw gritting, his muscles straining, as you rode him like he was a prized bull.
This was heaven, and he says as much as his eyes fixate on your bouncing tits, your face showing him the fucked-out expression he loved seeing you wear when you got cock drunk. One of his hands displays his fingers over your ass, squeezing the soft flesh as his other hand snakes up your curved back, bringing you lower until his lips could wrap around one of your perky nipples.
He sucks with a hard pull, and the new angle has his cock drilling into your sweet spot like a bullseye, making your entire body jolt as he bucks his hips upwards to meet your movements. An adorable "ah!" shrills from your gaping mouth, and your legs burn as every inch of your velvety walls gets massaged by his thickening shaft.
You were being fucked, and your brain lags the information that you weren't in control anymore, even if you were on top. Woozi's hand slips between your two sweaty bodies, his fingers spreading your puffy folds open even more, and you're babbling in desperation as his teeth graze your nipple with a grin. "Wait! Wait- I'm-" Your words slur, and Jihoon can't help but place a mean smack on your clit, splashing your juices across his fingertips as his other hand held your hips in place.
"So gorgeous," Your husband praises, and your cunt drools at the feeling of his cold wedding band on his left hand rubbing against your hot, pulsing clit in beckoning swirls, smoothing the harsh sting he gave your little nub seconds before.
You're not sure if it was the way he used his wedding band against your quivering cunt or the way his cock continued to bruise your g-spot with a mean accuracy, or if it was because he was looking at you like you were the greatest gift on this earth, but your orgasm slams through you suddenly, knocking every last thought from your brain as his lips crash into yours.
You feel your cunt gush all around him, splattering your juices, and his fingers make quick, swift smacks onto your pulsing clit until you're squirting hard, crying into his mouth as his tongue licks over yours with a deep groan.
When you finally pull away, Jihoon is chasing after your lips, and your pussy is still spasming through your orgasm as your slick spreads across his lap every time you fucked yourself down on his hard cock. You can barely see Jihoon's lovesick grin on his face behind your teary eyes, and his voice sounds as wrecked as you feel when he rasps, "Such a messy wife I got, huh? Squirting all over me."
Your pussy clenches wantonly, milking his weeping cock pitifully, and Jihoon's balls tense, his pupils dilating into hearts as you look at him with glossy eyes. You don't have to speak for him to know what you're wanting, and the two of you roll around again until your husband is pushing your knees to your chest, forcing you into a nasty mating press.
Maybe taking the day off for his birthday wasn't that bad after all.
The sun provides a welcoming warmth across your face as you lean back on the peach tree in April. Your chin tilts up, and your eyes close, basking in the sun's rays of spring while the green leaves cover you with partial shade. All the peaches look ripe and juicy, and a few of them are piled to your left on the blanket you're sitting on, and you can't help but think about how the past year has flown by so quickly.
You'd gotten married, built your business up even more, and had fallen for your husband more and more each day that passed. Your lips pull up into a sweet grin as you think about it, and you open your eyes just enough to glance down at your lap.
Jihoon's wearing the same type of flannel he wears almost every day, along with his worn jeans and dusty cowboy boots. The only thing missing is the black cowboy hat that he took off so he could lay his head across your lap. He had placed it by your foot, your legs stretched out over the picnic blanket, and your fingers scratch his scalp in soothing swirls, making his lips part as he exhaled a long, happy sigh.
You two had been sitting here for over an hour now, taking in the cool breeze, the green leaves surrounding the beautiful peaches, and the warmth of the sun. You're pretty sure your husband could fall asleep like this, and the thought brings a giggle that makes him barely crack his eyes open with curiosity. "What's so funny?"
Your head shakes, and his eyebrow quirks as your fingers swirl through his dark hair, combing through the long strands that now reach his shoulders. "Nothing, m'just thinking." Your left hand rests on his chest, and your wedding ring shines as you move your right hand from his head to grab one of the peaches you two picked together earlier.
Jihoon doesn't try to pry any further; instead, he watches as you take a bite of the plump fruit, the juices coating your tongue with sweetness that makes your smile grow until he can't take it any longer and he reaches for you. You've barely swallowed your bite before your husband's leaning up and bringing you down for a slow kiss, curling his tongue over yours to taste the same sweetness you just experienced.
He cups the back of your head as his tongue licks over your mouth, kissing you with a softness he only reserved for you, and your head slowly begins to fill with cotton.
When he pulls back, his forehead leans against yours as you two catch your breath, and his nose nudges yours softly. He's smiling, pulling you into another kiss that makes you melt into him, and the both of you sink onto the blanket under the big peach tree as he mumbles across your lips, "I love you."
He repeats the three words like a mantra, kissing down your neck as his hands worship your body, taking his time to show you how much he means it.
And while your husband makes his way south, sliding your dress up your soft thighs, your smile feels permanent - your love overflowing your heart as you say it back, taking over his chants as he places the first kiss on your inner knee.
"I love you, I love you, I love you."
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With your lips and your thighs you pull them closer to mine.
You struggle with your mental health and Woozi wants to help but there's only so much he can do. You need to be the one to pull yourself out of those places but he can be a support when you need someone to lean on so you don't relapse or listen and hold your hand when you need someone to talk to. In the end his patience always wins out and helps you claw your way out of the mental funk. You make a great team and he definitely appreciates the way you show your gratitude in more than words.
bf Jihoon x fem reader, supportive healthy relationship, reader deals with depression, patient sweetheart Woozi is there to be leaned on until you find the strength to pull yourself out of it. Soft domestic mostly comfort.
It’s been a long day, a long night, a long week. You’re exhausted when you finally make it home, silently slipping out of your work clothes and dropping face first onto the bed. Jihoon hovers in the doorway but doesn’t say a word, even as he steps into the room to root through a few drawers and hand you an oversized t-shirt. This wordless communication has become a routine, especially lately.
You’ve both been so busy neither of you has much energy left at the end of the night for small talk and you’ve been finding yourself struggling to muster up the spark to get back into more of a quiet winding down in the evenings, even with Jihoon who’s usually happy to sit and read or watch a show with you while you both eat and exchange few words. You’ve stopped making time to curl up on the sofa with his head in your lap, cooking together on Friday evenings, or even sitting with a glass of wine and your temple resting against one of your boyfriend’s large biceps as he works, lost in the world in his laptop screen or locked away in his studio with you comfortably folded into his lap cheek pressed to one strong shoulder as you lay half asleep against his chest.
Your usual routines are crumbling and you don’t even have it in you to be sorry for not having the capacity to fake these little moments right now. Jihoon seems to understand. You find yourself tucked in, a soft kiss pressed to your forehead as he ferries you food and water and makes sure you’re comfortably propped against the headboard. You barely manage to mumble out a thank you. Your boyfriend just smiles softly and reaches over to brush a hand through your hair fondly. You fall asleep quickly that night, cradled in the circle of his arms, but fail to notice how he lingers awake for hours after your breathing evens out.
“I wish I could do more for you.”
This quiet acceptance lasts a week before Jihoon takes your hand, leads you over to the couch, and asks what’s wrong one night when you get home a little earlier than usual. You try to brush it off but he isn’t having that. Jihoon is okay with silence, with giving you time to process, but he won’t accept avoidance. You know you need to face this, he’s right, but you’re just so tired and the way he looks at you with pity in those pretty brown eyes just sets you off. You end up pushing him away, insisting everything is fine, saying things you don’t mean and starting a fight instead of fixing anything.
“Hoon, it’s fine. I’m just overworked right now. I just need to get through this project.”
“Bullshit.”
“Leave it alone.”
“No y/n, you’re not okay.”
“I don’t need a babysitter Jihoon. I’m a grown woman. I can handle it.”
“I’m not micromanaging you, I just want you to talk to me.”
“I don’t want to talk, I’m exhausted. I just want to go to bed. Get out of the way.”
“Y/n, please.”
“Stop looking at me like that, I don’t need your pity.”
“You need a break.”
“I need you to leave me alone.”
“No baby, I’m sorry but I can’t do that.”
“Oh fuck off, I need some room to think.”
Still, he remains patient. Your sweet boyfriend, understanding and kind to a fault sometimes because he knows you need that gentle approach even when you drive him crazy. He doesn’t snap back, just steps away and the hurt in his eyes sends you fleeing to the bathroom to cry under the spray of the shower like neither of you knows you’re falling apart in the steam from the water you’ve set so hot it burns your skin. You just need to feel something, and for now at least this is working.
He doesn’t join you in bed that night but when you exit the bathroom your favourite t-shirt of his is laid out on the bed, warm from the dryer and spritzed with a fresh dose of his cologne just for you. He’s also left a cup of tea on your night stand and an advil for the headache he already knows you’re going to have.
“Oh Hoon…I’m so sorry. It isn’t you, I just… god I don’t even know what I need right now.”
That isn’t the night you decide you need to buckle down and find your way out of this, but it does get you thinking. Progress is slow but you start making more of an effort. At first it’s just little things, lacing your fingers together when Jihoon reaches for your hand and dragging yourself out to the living room to sit with him even when you want nothing more than to crawl under the covers and sleep for three days. Pressing soft kisses to his shoulder, jaw, collarbone or the back of his hand when he pulls you close or brings you something to drink or shares bites of his snacks to make sure you’re eating.
The little things start adding up until doing more feels less and less impossible. You spend a little more time in the living room with Jihoon, make time for a few more coffee dates and quiet homemade dinners in with your closest friends, getting back to cooking together once a week even if more days than not you’re perched on the counter while Jihoon does most of the talking and actual work. You’re grateful for the nights when he holds you close and lets you vent or cry or just say nothing at all, lulled to sleep by his soothing steady heartbeat.
“I hate feeling this way.”
Jihoon opens his arms as you step into your shared apartment. You’re shattered but you come bearing a bag of freshly baked croissants from Shua and a tupperware stuffed to the brim with Mingyu’s homemade remedy for everything that ever ails you - your favourite soup. You drop them on the kitchen counter and sink into the bear hug. Your boyfriend rocks you both slowly, humming your favourite song under his breath as you take a deep breath and squeeze him tightly.
“I just feel empty, even when I know I should be happy. I have everything going for me. You’re wonderful, our friends are so lovely, and life is good right now. I don’t know why I’m struggling.”
Jihoon rests his cheek against the top of your head. The small height difference between you is just enough to make you comfortable with your head tucked against his chest, listening to his heart and trying to match his slow breaths.
“Your brain is just feeling mean today.”
You laugh softly. “Just today?”
He hums a soft thinking sound before acquiescing. “Okay so maybe she’s been a little mean for a while now, but you’re trying.”
You sigh, snuggling deeper into his hold like there’s any space left between you to close. Jihoon’s hands tighten on your hips, squeezing lightly to remind you he’s not going anywhere. You blow out a breath, relaxing a little in his firm hold.
“I wish this wasn’t so hard.”
Jihoon just presses a kiss to your temple. “I know. You’re doing your best baby.”
“Sometimes it doesn’t feel like enough.”
He just tucks your face into the crook of his neck and rubs your back until the tears stop falling. His constant presence and familiar scent help too. The way he hovers sometimes frustrates you and sometimes makes you smile.
“I need to brush my teeth, but I don’t want to get up. I feel so heavy today.”
Jihoon sits with you for the hour it takes to force yourself off the sofa, arm looping around your waist to steady you when you stumble over your own feet, and follows you into the bathroom. He doesn’t chatter on, doesn’t provide motivational speeches, just nods in encouragement and leans against the countertop beside you. He provides a soothing presence, and a little external accountability, just what you need to push you to get things done. It helps that there’s no judgement in his eyes on the hard days when you don’t manage to get anything done, that there’s someone there for you to come home to and arms to collapse into without saying much. A listening ear when you just need to let out the frustration with yourself or the crushing weight of all the things you are and aren’t feeling. A hand reaching out to pull you from the current when it gets too much, or to hold on with a grounding little squeeze of reassurance that reminds you that you aren’t alone when you just need to sit in it all. It feels like nothing changes at all for a while but at least you aren’t drowning anymore.
Then, one day you wake up and the sun feels so nice in your face you can’t help smiling to yourself. You turn to find Jihoon still fast asleep, his arms banding tighter around you as you reach over to brush the dark hair out of his face. He murmurs and stirs slightly but his eyes stay firmly closed and you nuzzle closer to the warmth of his bare skin. It almost glows in the morning light streaming in through your curtains.
“Good morning my love. Thank you for sticking with me through this.”
He doesn’t respond but you didn’t expect him to. Instead you trail soft kisses from one wrist up his arm, slow and gentle, just expressing your gratitude for every time he’s held you through a rough patch or tough day with your lips. You pepper butterfly kisses across the entire span of his shoulder, smiling to yourself as you map out his soft skin in your own time. He blinks his eyes open and looks at you as you trail those same lazy kisses up his neck, across both cheeks and over his nose, along his jaw and temple. Jihoon just sighs and lets you, the hand on your waist resting heavily in place as his thumb strokes a simple back and forth rhythm on the slice of skin where your tank top has ridden up.
“Good morning. What’s all this about?”
His voice is still rough with sleep, and barely loud enough for you to hear him.
“I’m expressing my gratitude.”
Jihoon chuckles softly. “Oh, yeah?”
“Mhm.” You continue to trail kisses over his skin, leaning up to press your lips to his.
He doesn’t protest. He pulls you closer until you’re pressed flush against his chest and something about his hold makes you feel more safe and secure than you know how to express. You try to show him, pulling him back in and deepening the kiss. He makes a soft noise in the back of his throat but doesn’t stop you. You’re not in a rush, you take your time exploring his mouth, hands sliding down his chest to trace shapes against his skin. He shivers when your fingers brush over his nipples and you take the opportunity to arch into him further.
“I love you.”
His reply is muffled against your lips as his hand slides lower. You wrap your legs around him and giggle into the kiss as he rolls you both over until he’s hovering above you, eyes full of fondness and laughter. You trace his smile with your fingers and he doesn’t miss the chance to kiss each of them in turn.
“Are you sure?”
You nod, smiling back at him with all the love you feel shining in your gaze. He doesn’t ask again. One tug as you slip your hands into his hair is all it takes to have him taking full advantage and making you moan his name. When he's buried inside you and you cup his face as your eyes lock, he knows you're going to make it through this and your relationship is going to be alright. When you get up to shower and make him breakfast after, finally peeling yourself away from the post-haze cuddle session you’d both melted into together, he sees you smiling over your cup of coffee and he knows the worst is over again.
The rest of the day feels easier somehow, like you can finally breathe again. Jihoon doesn’t say much but his frown is gone, the furrow between his brows where he carried his concern has softened. You spend the rest of the afternoon curled up together on the couch, wrapped in your familiar soft quiet intimacy. You’re a team again, just like always, and you feel secure in the knowledge that Jihoon will be beside you through every bad day to come and you’ll figure out how to navigate them together until the clouds clear.
95liner (seungcheol, jeonghan & joshua) and their hand placements
seungcheol: in the curve of your hip
seungcheol likes to keep you close at all times; whether manoeuvring you through a crowd at the airport, on in the comfort of your own home. there will be a firm grip on your hip, sometimes on both sides as he bounces you up and down on his cock with no difficulty.
jeonghan: on your cheek
jeonghan loves to caress your cheek; to feel your soft skin as he peppered you with kisses. it felt good, to notice you lean your head into his hand, to know you felt safe in his touch. it also felt good, to be able to easily wipe the tear that ran down your cheek as he coaxed another orgasm out of you.
joshua: on the nape of your neck
joshua held the back of your neck gently as he kissed you for the first time after a fancy dinner date. Ever since then, he has become obsessed with mindlessly rubbing your nape as he scrolled on his phone next to you, massaging it after your long day at work, and holding your head down by your nape as you gagged around his cock prodding at the back of your throat.
a/n: another finished draft!! it’s winter where i live so i have been really thinking about hand placements of svt members 😌
