genre slight angst , fluff , chani has past scars , non idol au , chani x fem!reader cw chani is afraid of love and a bit reclusive , reader loves him unconditionally , kissing, he's shirtless for one scene , not proofread wc 850 request no note originally written for my f1 blog but i like this fic so much and wanted to post it here as well. i felt like it fit chani the best <3 ik barely anyone reads for sf9 but this is moreso for me than anyone else lmao net @kstrucknet
When you first met Chanhee, he hid his past like he hid the scars on his back; pretending like they didn’t exist at all. To the regular onlooker, he was a normal guy in his mid-twenties. Graduated from a respectable university with a regular office job, his daily life no different from theirs. But the first time you met Chanhee, you noticed the sadness in his eyes.
Something drew you to him, like a moth to a flame; something so strong that you couldn’t ignore it. He was hesitant to let you in at first. He was used to being guarded all the time, whether at work or social gatherings. Even his boss and coworkers knew almost nothing about him besides the one-dimensional ice breaker questions he couldn’t get around answering. But you were persistent, and Chanhee couldn’t fight back against you.
You got to know Chanhee slowly, patiently. You were acquaintances first, and then one day you dared to call him your friend. A small smile flashed on his face for a split second at the mention, and your chest buzzed with warmth at the sight. It was the first time you had seen him smile.
You steadily broke through each level of guarded walls that he had put up so many years ago, and when you finally reached his heart, you found it still wounded. But you were relentless with your patience, and having spent over a year around Chanhee already, you weren’t ready to give up. You took it slow, as always.
When he told you he was scared at the thought of dating— that he had never done it before and didn’t know how— you simply told him that you hadn’t either. It was normal to be scared of the unknown. It was okay to be hesitant. But you could tell he wanted to test out the waters, to see where it would lead. So, you extended the steady assurance that you had given him every time before once again.
“I like you. I do. But I don’t know how to express it,” he whispered one night, hesitance in his voice and doubt in his eyes.
“I know. You’ve already shown me since the day we met. You let me in. That’s enough for me. I don’t need anything else.”
You dated for two years before Chanhee made the first brave decision of his life. His proposal to you was nothing extravagant. But it was him. It was quiet, timid, and so delicately beautiful that you couldn’t help but fall deeper in love with him. You had never been so sure about anything in your life— Chanhee was the man you wanted to marry.
Things started to look up. Your fiancé smiled more easily, and cracked more jokes. Your day-to-day life felt light and weightless. Even the usual frustrations could barely leave their mark on you. You had always been affectionate, but during those days, Chanhee was wrapped up in your affection nearly every moment of the day. The amount of love you poured out was almost overwhelming, and he could only do his best to match it in his own way.
You were admiring your husband again in the quiet, gentle, slowness of the early evening. After a year of marriage, he was more than used to it by now. He let you have your way, pressing slow kisses up his arm and shoulder, nuzzling your face in the joint of his neck. Your hands trailed along his back, tracing the scars he once was so hellbent on hiding from the world. After knowing Chanhee for five years, there was nothing left to uncover, no secrets he still hid in shame. You knew him inside out. All his rough edges had been softened by your love. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t defined by pain anymore.
“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered to him. He had heard you saw that countless times, but it still made his breath hitch. You were everything to him.
“I’m just me, though.” It was his usual reply. He could feel you smile against his skin, breath warm as you placed another kiss to his shoulder.
“‘Just you’… You don’t even know how much I adore just Chanhee.”
He caught your hand, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles and then your fingertips, admiring the beauty in something so simple. Your way of loving Chanhee was overt. You weren’t shy to tell him every lovely word in the dictionary that fit him so perfectly. Kind, gentle, handsome, perfect, mine.
It used to make him shy, heat creeping up his neck at how easily you could say such things. He wasn’t used to such words being used to describe him. But he was starting to get used to it now, starting to accept the warm feeling that you instilled in his chest whenever you complimented him, starting to not be scared to love you back just as fiercely as you did.
His love for you was always quiet, but it was never hidden. You could always see it like broad daylight.
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Can I ask SF9 how they showed their love to their partner? (Hugs, kisses, physical touches, loving words, etc)
Sorry for my english 🥺
Your English is fine hun! Plus the language is kinda stupid hehe
SF9's Love Languages 🩷
Warnings: These are what I think are SF9's top love language. Of course it is impossible for such lovely people to have just one 😔. Mention of food/cooking in Tae's. Tea is Chani's.
Youngbin
WORDS 👏 OF 👏 AFFIRMATION 👏
I will literally physically fight if anyone disagrees with me lol. Our man is so wise and sweet and his voice is just is soothing so I just think that his ultimate way to show you appreciation will be through words. Plus man's a great and creative lyricist.
Inseong
Quality time
Well, it's mostly just him trying to make you laugh by saying and making up the stupidest jokes, if you can call them that, ever. I'm also a strong believer that this man just wants to annoy you enough to start a debate with him cuz he's bored lol
Jaeyoon
Physical Touch
Maybe this is me projecting my needs maybe it is not okay idk. But let's be honest here, this man is the cutest ever and he will want to squish your cheeks, irrespective of squishyness quotient. He also likes to hug you, literally engulf you in his broad af chest and baby you although you want to baby him don't we all
Dawon
Acts of service
I just love him sm 😭. See, he's the kind to leave you sweet sticky notes with reassuring words and a drawing or something stupid on the back lol. But yeah it's all the small things that he'll do like buying you a new chapstick before your old one gets over, bringing your water bottle around even when you tell him you won't carry it, letting you use his arm as a pillow during the long car ride to your destination although it definitely hurts after some time, fixing your hair when you're distracted, etc. Bye I need a Sanghyuk
Zuho
Words of Affirmation
He is so much different that Youngbin tho lemme tell you. So Bin uses maturity and juju uses his baby voice(?) aka he does aegyo and makes you feel all mushy inside. I mean, he is cute.
Rowoon
Gift Giving
It won't necessarily be stupid gift all the time, he does give you good ones occasionally like a sunscreen stick for example. Most of the time it is something useless and weird like a spoon pillow or some shit but it's the thought that counts right?💀
But no on a real note he's super thoughtful when he gives you gifts and he thinks of it as something that'll remind you of his love when you use it.
Yoo Taeyang
Acts of Service
It could be doing your laundry or cooking for you or putting you phone on charge. It's the little things that you need in your daily life that sometimes get so difficult to manage. But don't worry, our teddy Tae is here to be your little lovely helper fairy, even if you don't ask or notice it right away.
Hwiyoung
Physical Touch
Yes he hates skinship from members but you, no. He loves clinging to you and hugging you and kissing you. He's like a mama cat and you his kitten and he wants to kith and protecc and love you so much till you physically have to be away from him lol
Chani
Quality Time
It doesn't even have to be like an eventful couple of hours. It could just be him laying on your lap taking a nap and you reading you book and playing with his hair, giving him a head massage or tracing his cute facial features. It could also be sitting on the rooftop with hot tea cups and talking about life while nuzzling into each other for warmth.
Hi, I saw your requests were open! I think I sent this in before when on your haitus/requests were closed, but could I request a Dune story please where reader is an orphan Fremen, and Chani finds them and takes them in like a younger sibling and is really protective of them?
Hand in Hand
sibling! Chani x reader
gender neutral pronouns
TW: Insinuation that you were a slave :/ (also I kinda took a little bit of creative liberty here and there so please don’t come at me)
a/n: (kinda spoiler?) they did my girl chani so dirty in the movie i need justice for my queen
dune master list
The desert was an unforgiving place. Survival was never a guarantee, the coarse sands and the blazing heat threatening death to any who try to exist in the wilds of Arrakis.
To Chani, however, the danger of the desert was not a source of fear, but rather a sense of life, a purpose which drove her onward with her people. She welcomed the desert’s temperament, using the skills she had grown with to build a life. In short, the desert was her home. One that she would die to protect.
One day, however, as Chani returned to the entrance of the caverns leading to the underground home of the Fremen, she felt the hairs on her neck stand, her entire body flooding with the feeling of something not being quite right. Carefully, she examined the surrounding area, crouching low to prevent being seen by possible enemies.
She soon found footprints in the dunes, faint from the sands being blown back and forth. They were unlike any footprints made by Fremen, too uniform and heavy for their skilled feet. Slowly, Chani crept forward, moving silently as she followed the footprints.
When she reached the end, however, it was not a ruthless Harkonnen that met her eyes. Instead, tucked into the crevice of the rock wall, a young person laid, their breathing heavy and their skin glistening with sweat. All of Chani’s senses were on high alert, but she couldn’t help the small twinge of sympathy she felt in her heart.
She looked around, trying to see if this person could possibly be a spy or a danger to the Fremen, but there was nothing else to be found. The person themself was barely alive, their skin burned and their chapped lips showing how dehydrated they were. Chani knew they would die if she left them there, and her mind said it would be natural, the desert reclaiming their bones, her heart grew louder in its empathetic protest:
Before she could doubt it again, Chani shook the person—albeit a little harshly— to get them to awaken. In response, the half dead young person blearily opened their eyes, the irises struggling to focus.
“Up.” Chani commanded.
The person blinked again, clearly still struggling to understand what was happening.
“Up.” She said again, more sternly. “Before you become food for the worms.”
Grabbing the person’s arm, Chani dragged them to their feet, half supporting them as she dragged them inside. If this person was actually a spy, they did not seem conscious enough to likely remember the path through the tunnels.
She managed to get them through without too many people noticing, and she got them into the healing ward. Ignoring the questions of the Fremen Healers, Chani began collecting supplies, returning to the young person’s side. Painstakingly, she tended to the person, forcing them to take small sips of water, spreading salve on their burns, and just doing everything she could to get them to live.
Throughout the night, Chani tended to the young person, caring for them with a tenderness and patience that was not always characteristic of the Fremen woman. Still, Chani could not deny the feeling that caring for the helpless person was the right thing to do.
In the morning, when the stranger awakens, they look around wildly, confused.
“Calm yourself.” Chani tsks, pushing the person back down. “You are weak.”
The stranger looks at Chani curiously, their eyes showing their mind trying to process what is happening. “You are a Fremen.” They say after a moment.
“I am.” She nods. “I found you half-dead in a dune. Why were you so foolish to be in the desert?”
“I….I ran away.” The young person looks away, almost ashamed.
Chani’s eyebrows furrow. “From who?”
“The Harkonnens.” The young person says quietly. “They own me.”
Chani’s insides twist for this person, who has also suffered at the hands of the cruel rulers of Arrakis. “No one owns you.” She says firmly, her blue eyes boring into the person’s. She then busies herself with checking the person’s burns and wounds. “What is your name?”
“I am [name].” The person replies, watching her. “Thank you for saving my life.”
“You will continue to recover here.” Chani brushes off the gratitude, trying to ignore the soft and protective feelings growing inside her for this person. “You will learn to survive the desert and avoid such idiocy in the future.”
[Name]’s eyes widen, looking surprised but hopeful. “Really? You would offer me a place with your people?”
“You will earn your place.” Chani replies, her voice serious compared to the fondness inside. “Just as every Fremen does.”
Just then, there was a sound of a bit of commotion coming from the entrance. Stilgar, the leader of the Fremen, strides forward, his face intense. “What is this that you have brought an outsider to our home?”
Chani quickly gets to her feet, squaring her shoulders. “I found this person outside our walls, dying.”
Stilgar scoffs. “There are many who die in the desert. We do not jeopardize our lives, our people for them.”
“This person is a victim of the Harkkonens, like us.” Chani retorts, her eyes fierce as she doesn’t back down. “They are young, and they deserve a chance.”
Stilgar looks over at [name], his eyes seeming to analyze them. “You hate Harkkonens?”
[Name] nods in response, looking nervously between Chani and Stilgar.
“You will vouch for this stranger?” Stilgar asks Chani.
Chani pauses, and she looks back at [name]. Everything in her head is telling her to let it go, that survival is only about yourself, but when she looks into their hopeful eyes, her heart cannot be ignored. “I will be guardian of [name].” She responds, looking back at Stilgar. “I will take the responsibility of their learning.”
Stilgar is quiet for another minute, until finally he sighs, running a hand over his face. “Very well then. Let us hope we do not regret this.”
——
As promised, Chani continues to help [name] get back to their feet. Once they are healed, she instructs them in the way of the Fremen. Her lessons are strict and sometimes she is brutal with her criticism, but somehow, [name] continues to work their way into her heart.
By the time [name] is able to ride their first sandworm, Chani cannot remember life without them. She finds herself smiling more, laughing, looking forward to the quiet evenings where they swap stories over dinner.
Chani is beaming with pride as the Fremen gather in the tent that evening, celebrating [name]’s initiation into their people. She relishes the feeling of being a big sister, having been able to watch [name] grow and learn and become part of her family.
“Chani.” [Name]’s voice breaks her from her thoughts, and she looks over at them.
“What is it?”
“I have something for you.” [Name] smiles widely, and they hand Chani a small parcel.
Chani looks at it curiously, examining the leather and string. “What is it?”
Chani unfolds the worn leather, and inside is a beautiful, baby blue stain sash. Chani runs her calloused fingers over the delicate fabric, her heart swelling with warmth. “This is for me?” She asks, looking at the young person beside her.
[Name] smiles brightly, looking excited. “It matches your eyes. I thought you might like it.”
Chani looks back at the gift, something so precious, so drastically different than her life and surroundings. The blue is like a breath of magic compared to her usual brown tones adorning her body. In a way, it reminds Chani of [Name], of the color and brightness they brought into her life.
“Thank you.” Chani says, her usually flat voice softening a little as she looks at the person she has come to see as her little sibling. “I have nothing to give in return.”
Name shakes their head, waving Chani off. “You’ve given me more than enough.”
Despite that being true, Chani still doesn’t fill right not giving something to their young friend. “What if I give you a Fremen name?”
[Name]’s eyes widen, a little glimmer of hope sparking in them. “Do you really think I’m ready?”
“You have learned to become one with the desert. You are Fremen now.” Chani says, pride swelling in her chest at the thought of [Name] being even more like a sibling. Chani gazes at them, thinking over their short time together, and she settles on a name. “You are like the life that thrives in the desert. You will be Akarso.”
[Name]’s smile grows, echoing the new title softly. “Akarso.” Their eyes are full of brightness and warmth as they look at Chani. “Thank you.”
[Name] smiles again and goes back to eating, chatting with some of the other Fremen. Chani gazes on fondly, a small smile pulling at her lips as she sees how well her desert plant has blossomed.
“Thank you.” Chani whispers, knowing that because of her Akarso, her life is all the better.
Prompt: slow-dancing, skirts, barefoot (from this list)
Genre: fluff Word Count: 0,3k
Pairing: Chani x female reader
Requested by anon
Summary: stuck at home with Chani on an important date.
The tempest obligated you and Chani to stay home. That was the last thing you wanted to do for your relationship anniversary. The occasion had Chani dressed like a distinguished man after so much time. Truth being said you used to see him in very informal clothes every time. His excuses alternated between working with dance and being too tired to pick a stylish outfit for a date with you. When you make a minimal complaint, he straight up pouts and asks whether you stopped loving him.
"Well, I've put on this fancy shirt for nothing" he whined after a dreadful sequence of thunders.
You chuckled behind him, your arms circled him while the side of your head leaned on his back. "That wasn't for no reason, you look stunning as you should."
You could not see but he bit on his lower lip. "Yet, we aren't going to that restaurant. I didn't expect the rain to be a storm. Are you afraid, baby girl?"
"No. You are protecting me"
"You are so flirty today. Lemme look at you"
He softly guided your arms off his middle and turned around to put his eyes on your figure. You were equally refined if not more than him. Surely more than him, he pondered. A fat lightning probably crashed because the amount of glow that entered the window and emphasized your beauty was not normal. Chani stared at the way that skirt hugged your hips and thighs and went speechless.
He loved you. You have not put your heels on yet so he noticed your toes playing with the rug fur.
"You're the cutest girl" He smiled pulling you closer and starting to sway with you, following an imaginary jazz rhythm.
You moved with him as if you could hear it too - and maybe you could. "I thought I was the most gorgeous one"
"Everything" he asserted before covering your talkative lips with his own.
Hi again I see your requests are open, hope you are doing well. I was hoping to request Fluff prompts 1 and 4 with Chani from Sf9. It’s been a really long week for me and all I can think about is snuggling that man with some sweet kisses. 🫠 you always write the best scenarios ❤️ have a nice day!
Thank you very much, anon! You also have a nice day and I hope things are better now ♡
Chani (SF9) | Being held after a long day & Comfortable silence
fluff | 0.5k
The digits glowing on the clock on the night table read a little after midnight, but nobody pays them any attention. It’s late, even if for the two of you this is actually early. Seldom it happens that you get to hold each other sooner than in the early hours of the morning. You both got home before midnight, and yet it feels like the day has been excruciatingly long. Neither of you bothers recounting the frustrating day, instead opting to allow yourself some well deserved rest.
Silence has never bothered you, and it’s twice as true when you share it with Chani. And honestly, after the day you’ve had it’s exactly what you need. There’s ringing in your ears that has yet to subside but already it feels better as you lay your head on Chani’s chest. His heartbeat is slow and comforting, and he seems just as content with wordlessly holding you as you are with holding him. Your bare bodies share their warmth under the covers and as tired as you are, you don’t want to fall asleep just yet. It’s a blessing to feel that way, you realize, and how lucky you are it’s your lover who makes it possible. You just want to lay like this with him for as long as you can.
His hand finds its way to your hair, gently combing through it before his fingers make contact with your scalp. You groan softly as they begin to move and massage over your head. No way you’re opening your eyes any time soon. You hug him tighter, thanking him with a lingering kiss over his heart.
In response, he lets go of you, the loss of the warmth of his hand immediately making you shiver with cold, and takes your hands. He guides it towards his shoulder and you shake your head with a smile. The position isn’t good to help ease the pent up tension and knots in his muscles but it will have to do since neither of you wants to move.
Despite the awkward angle and limited access, you do your best. You wince internally just imagining the discomfort he must feel. You add slightly more pressure even if your fingers threaten to cramp up and it’s not enough. You know he appreciates it anyway, and besides he’d need a professional to truly feel a difference - there’s only so much your loving touch can do. What a shame fairytales aren’t real.
You can’t tell when the switch flips and your mind gets so cloudy that you’re barely aware of your surroundings, sleep taking you all at once. When you awake hours later, you find yourself in the same position. Chani’s hand is still tangled in your hair, and you chuckle quietly. He must’ve drifted off just as suddenly as you did.
Carefully, you move his hand to his chest and find a more comfortable position to sleep in. Settling on your side, you feel sleep creeping up on you once more. Yet before you lose consciousness, you feel your boyfriend shift and suddenly there’s a warm chest pressed against your back. It’s not long before his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you closer.
You think there’s no better way to fall asleep, or to wake up.
In private especially was where Chanhee liked to be more affectionate, at times he got a little bit shy to be affectionate around you with others around, but when it was just the two of you, he made sure to be all over you.
B ⇴ BOYS
The boys couldn’t help but tease Chanhee ever since the first moment that they met you. Chanhee knew that it came from a place of being happy and supporting him, but even he couldn’t believe how much the boys teased him, with them often being egged on by you laughing at the remarks that they made too.
C ⇴ COMFORT
There was often a moment of panic in Chanhee when he saw that you needed comforting. He didn’t like doing the wrong thing, at all times he wanted to be perfect for you when you were in your time of need, but once he’d reminded himself of what was important, Chanhee would be straight there by your side.
D ⇴ DOMESTICATED
Despite having very little experience at being domesticated, having had the boys look after him for so many years, Chanhee was keen to learn when after moving in with you, although he’d had the boys to care for him, he wanted to care for you. He followed you around every time that you did something when you first moved in and then over time eased back once he began to do things more for himself.
E ⇴ ENGAGEMENT
The most important thing to Chanhee was the celebration that you had after you got engaged, providing a rare chance for your families to get together, and some relatives even meet each other for the first time. They were the most important people that Chanhee wanted you both to be able to celebrate with, having not seen most of them for a long time, there was no better excuse for you all to get together.
F ⇴ FAVOURITE THING
Chanhee’s favourite thing about being with you was how comfortable he felt around you. He could really just be himself and let go when he was with you, not once did he ever worry about doing the wrong thing or being judged by you. He loved how relaxed you were whenever you were around him too, you didn’t hold back either, you just messed around and always gave Chanhee something to laugh about.
G ⇴ GOING OUT
Between going out and staying in, you definitely preferred to stay in and shy away from the public spotlight. You liked to be in your own space in the evenings, without cameras or fans watching you both. Only unless you really had to, would either of you find yourselves going out after your schedules were done.
H ⇴ HONEYMOON
Your honeymoon was something that you had both been looking forward to when you were engaged, let alone married. The two of you had hardly had a break in all of your years together, so whilst of course it was special as your honeymoon, it was equally just as special because it was simply a holiday.
I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”
Gestures and actions were definitely Chanhee’s way of showing you that he loved you. He loved to do little things for you, especially when you least expected them. He liked to know little things like when you needed a hug to be able to surprise you, but also loved to do grand things like buy you flowers to surprise you too.
J ⇴ JEALOUSY
The look on his face would often be the biggest giveaway to anyone when Chanhee was jealous, he just couldn’t find a way to be able to hide it. The sound of you laughing would often drag Chanhee out of his stare, looking to where you were to be able to tell just by your smile that you had spotted how jealous he was, quickly changing up his expression and beginning to defend that he wasn’t jealous at all.
K ⇴ KIDS
Both of you knew that despite marrying at quite a young age, having children was still something that was a long way off for you both. You didn’t see much of a need to talk about it too much with so much time ahead of you, you both knew what you wanted, it was just a matter of waiting for that right time to come.
L ⇴ LAZY DAYS
The most important thing to the both of you was simply spending time with each other on your lazy days. Whether you were watching something, playing something, making something or simply sleeping, it was the fact that the two of you were doing it together which was the most important thing to you both. With so many days apart, your lazy days were always a bonus for you both to spend the day together.
M ⇴ MORNINGS
Quite often you ended up having to be the one to get Chanhee up in the mornings as he slept through his alarm time and time again. He was used to Youngbin or Inseong coming in to wake him up, and so he kind of expected the same from you, although you were a lot harsher than the boys ever were.
N ⇴ NIGHTS
You loved to catch up at night and talk about how your days had gone. The two of you could talk for hours sometimes if you’d had particularly busy days, sharing as many details as you could remember with each other.
O ⇴ OBSESSION
Chanhee was obsessed with your personality and how well you suited him. You seemed to perfectly fit the criteria that Chanhee always had for a future partner better than he could have ever imagined someone would.
P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS
The times that Chanhee enjoyed with you the most were the times when you were normal. He loved being human with you and not an idol, being able to do the things that every other couple around the world got to do. He just loved being himself, he didn’t have to do anything other than be himself and relax.
Q ⇴ QUESTIONS
Because he was so busy, you often found yourself asking him what he was doing one day to the next in order to keep up with him. Chanhee was always more than happy to tell you, getting confused himself often too.
R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS
One of the things that Chanhee liked to do was design your group merchandise so that everyone knew that you were married. He loved to be able to show you off, even if you weren’t with him backstage, at least when people still saw you, they knew that he was the lucky guy who got to marry you.
S ⇴ SILENCE
Both of you didn’t mind silence at all, it was usually quite comfortable between you both. However, as soon as Chanhee began to sense even the slightest bit of awkwardness between you both whilst it was quiet, he’d be onto you and asking you if you were alright, not caring if you needed silence around you or not.
T ⇴ TIPS & TRICKS
Chanhee’s biggest trick for making your marriage work was keeping you happy and feeling positive. As long as you had a smile on your face then everything else felt like it would be alright for him with you.
U ⇴ UPSET
There would often be a pause when Chanhee saw that you were upset, trying to figure out what was best to cheer you back up.
V ⇴ VISITS
He loved nothing more than when you visited him on set, it was often the boost that Chanhee needed, particularly on those longer days, never failing to appreciate it whenever you stopped by to cheer for him.
W ⇴ WISH LIST
As far as Chanhee was concerned, there was nothing more from life that he could wish for, he had everything that he’d wanted.
X ⇴ XXXX
He loved to make you smile by kissing you, Chanhee knew how big of a weakness kisses were for you and so he’d try and do it to keep your toes and try and bring a blush to your cheeks too which made him smile as well.
Y ⇴ YOU
You were his best friend, the two of you were always supporting each other in everything.
Z ⇴ ZZZ
It was inevitable most nights that Chanhee would be the first one to fall asleep between the two of you. He couldn’t help but close his eyes quite a lot of the time, sometimes accidentally when you were talking too.
Warnings: suggestive, brief mentions of sex the night before, brief mentions of love marks aka hickeys
Genre: morning after AU, suggestive, fluff
Plot: A beautiful morning waking up next to the boy that owned your heart never sounded as good as today. The crisp morning air wakes you up just to admire the love marks you both left on each other’s bodies the night before where you both shared the love you had for each other. Was there a better way to wake up than that?
A/N: Here is another fic for the #FallingIntoAutumn event from @kdiarynet ❤❤ Hope you guys enjoy it ❤
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MASTERLIST
(9:00 am)
The soft sunlight was finally peeking through the few grey clouds that have been covering the warm sun in the past few days, letting some space for sunny days through the weekend. You always had the fall season as your favorite for the same reason: sunny and cool days. You couldn’t help loving the fact of waking up with the dim sunlight hitting the perfect nooks of your face and feeling the soft, cool and crisp morning air characteristic of autumn days softly touching the uncovered parts of your body. You always loved that feeling but ever since you started dating Chani you loved it even more. It was so heartwarming feeling his arms around your body as he pulled you close to his own body to keep you warm on the cool autumn mornings. He always complained about you leaving the window open when you felt clearly cold but little did he know it was just the perfect excuse to wake up with his arms wrapped around your body.
Today, just like any other day, you opened your eyes to meet the most beautiful frame you could think of. You loved waking up before your boyfriend so you could spend as much as you wanted admiring his peaceful and beautiful figure. He transmitted so much peace and softness through his little and soft snores as he slowly breathed, making that hypnotic movement on his chest that never failed to lull you back to sleep. You tried to get closer to his body, trying to breathe in his beautiful scent and go back to sleep but the forbidden memories you both share from last night was keeping you wide awake when your sleepy eyes landed on the few love marks you left on his collarbone a few hours ago. ‘Should I feel stupid for being shy about all of this?’ You thought to yourself, letting out a quiet giggle as you covered your face trying to hide your blushing cheeks.
A few minutes went by and all you could do was admire the figure of the boy that owned your soul and heart and that made you feel so many things last night. Noticing how late it was getting and how Chani was far away from waking up any time soon, you decide to get yourself out of bed and maybe prepare some breakfast to calm the hanger of the boy sleeping next to you. But before you got out of bed, you couldn’t resist the urge of placing a soft yet playful peck on his lips, that kind of kisses that would definitely leave you wanting a bit more, just as an attempt of waking the boy up. But it was useless, or at least that’s what you thought.
You slowly got out of bed, tucking him into the blankets right after and placing a soft and caring peck on his forehead. You couldn’t help smiling at yourself and thinking about how much you loved him and how it was even possible to love someone as much as you loved him. Then, before you exited your shared room, your eyes couldn’t avoid the mirror standing next to the door and they couldn’t help landing on the purple love marks he left on your neck and chest last night either. You just laughed a little and brushed off the memories, trying to continue with your initial plan of preparing breakfast. Unfortunately, a deep and tired voice prevented you from getting out of the room. “They look great right? I’m such a good boyfriend.” Chani said, still half asleep but awake enough to admire his masterpiece. “Good morning to you too.” You said laughing, slightly covering the hickeys so he couldn’t see them. “Good morning, love.” He said, getting out of bed and walking towards you to wrap his strong arms around your body. “Come on, don’t cover them. I love admiring it. You look so beautiful like this.” He whispered into your ear, back hugging you tightly and placing a soft kiss on one of the marks, sending a cool chill down your spine.
“You know I’ll have to cover them for work, right?” You said as you took a sip of your coffee once you were done with eating breakfast. “Don’t go to work. I can make a few more today so you have to stay with me the whole weekend.” He said with a wide smirk. It sounded really tempting. You loved having him between your legs and leaving love marks all over your body after all, and so he did. “And what do you want me to tell my boss? Oh, sorry, I can’t go because my boyfriend left some hickeys on my neck.” You said mocking him. “Well, if you want you can go with them, that way everyone will know you are mine and only mine.” He said, smirking a bit wider before finishing his coffee.
You never had big reasons to love autumn mornings apart from loving the dim sunlight and crisp morning air but from now on, a new reason has been added to your list of favorite things about autumn mornings.
"You almost ready?" Boyfriend!Chani called from outside your room. The two of you only having been dating for a short while.
"Yeah, I'm just finishing up," you spoke incoherently as you put on your favorite lip gloss.
"That looks nice," he states, only his head peeking through your doorway. "Watermelon?"
"Strawberry," you hum, smacking them together a bit.
"Ooh, can I have a taste?" He asks, throwing you off. Just a few short months ago, Chani seemed to be super shy around you when you met in class. Now, he's like a completely different person in terms of his boldness.
Taking a step forward, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, interlacing your hands behind his neck. You close your eyes, not quite going as far as to pucker your lips. "Mmhmm."
His hands find solace on your hips, somehow pulling your body even closer to his. Lifting open one eye, you catch a glimpse of him licking his lips, his eyes looking at your mouth as well. Chani leaned in the rest of the way, closing the already minimal distance between you two. His lips were soft, as he hardly applied any pressure to the kiss. Slowly moving his mouth in tandem with yours, you both hum contentedly.
You pull away shortly thereafter, reminding him that you two had a date to get to. "You might need to fix your makeup again first," he advises, winking as he not so subtly checks out your lips again.
Turning back to your mirror, you spot the pink red gloss all around your mouth, and even some smeared down to your chin. "This is your fault," you point your finger at him, sighing before grabbing a tissue to wipe off the residue.
