- in which your boyfriend is a really good teacher...kinda
bf!lee know x fem!reader
author note: most of my lee know posts are targeted at my best friend, so thank her for the inspo every time đ«
word count: 391
warnings: fluffy, they're so in love, kisses bc i'm a minho-being-obsessed-with-smooches supporter đđœ
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minho had been trying to teach you korean for the past few months, and although his strategies likely wouldn't be approved by the haunting green bird of duolingo, he would argue that no one has picked up a second language faster.
you were a quick learner, he was well aware, but your attention span sat at a negative one on a good day, so he had to take this into consideration and find alternative methods while sitting you in front of a pen and paper for an hour everyday.
and god is he considerate.
it was purely coincidental, completely unintentional - he swears! he had started off with silent nods and a gentle smile when you progressed. then he got touchy, a warm palm trailing your spine in encouragement and light pats on your thigh whenever he read the work over your shoulder.
but then he was challenging you with rapid fire questions in full korean at random times of the day and waiting very impatiently for a response, a cocky grin on his stupidly pretty face as soon as you caught an attitude because; "at least give me context clues!"
ìë. no.
but then the pride became verbal and his smirk formed a dazed look as a "good girl" slipped past his lychee-balmed lips at your eventual reply in a complete korean sentence.
he was so proud, immediately leaning over to plant a very obnoxious kiss on your heated cheeks.
"you did it, bunny!" he broke out into a wide grin, attempting to drag you into his lap, but glaring down when a thinly padded couch cushion squished against his bare thighs instead. "stupid pillow." he muttered, tossing it to the ground like it had a bug crawling along it.
resuming with his important task of smothering you in kisses and basking in your giggles and loving whines of "this is not a helpful tactic! you can't do this everytime i get one thing right!"
safe to say you were successfully silenced by a sudden nip at your collarbone as he patiently waited for you to finish your broken record of a rant.
when he felt you finally snuggle into him, he peeked up at you with a cheeky smile.
"are you done yapping?"
"actually-"
"baby, just let me kiss you!" now it was his turn to whine.
- in which your boyfriend is a really good teacher...kinda
bf!lee know x fem!reader
author note: most of my lee know posts are targeted at my best friend, so thank her for the inspo every time đ«
word count: 391
warnings: fluffy, they're so in love, kisses bc i'm a minho-being-obsessed-with-smooches supporter đđœ
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minho had been trying to teach you korean for the past few months, and although his strategies likely wouldn't be approved by the haunting green bird of duolingo, he would argue that no one has picked up a second language faster.
you were a quick learner, he was well aware, but your attention span sat at a negative one on a good day, so he had to take this into consideration and find alternative methods while sitting you in front of a pen and paper for an hour everyday.
and god is he considerate.
it was purely coincidental, completely unintentional - he swears! he had started off with silent nods and a gentle smile when you progressed. then he got touchy, a warm palm trailing your spine in encouragement and light pats on your thigh whenever he read the work over your shoulder.
but then he was challenging you with rapid fire questions in full korean at random times of the day and waiting very impatiently for a response, a cocky grin on his stupidly pretty face as soon as you caught an attitude because; "at least give me context clues!"
ìë. no.
but then the pride became verbal and his smirk formed a dazed look as a "good girl" slipped past his lychee-balmed lips at your eventual reply in a complete korean sentence.
he was so proud, immediately leaning over to plant a very obnoxious kiss on your heated cheeks.
"you did it, bunny!" he broke out into a wide grin, attempting to drag you into his lap, but glaring down when a thinly padded couch cushion squished against his bare thighs instead. "stupid pillow." he muttered, tossing it to the ground like it had a bug crawling along it.
resuming with his important task of smothering you in kisses and basking in your giggles and loving whines of "this is not a helpful tactic! you can't do this everytime i get one thing right!"
safe to say you were successfully silenced by a sudden nip at your collarbone as he patiently waited for you to finish your broken record of a rant.
when he felt you finally snuggle into him, he peeked up at you with a cheeky smile.
"are you done yapping?"
"actually-"
"baby, just let me kiss you!" now it was his turn to whine.
& if you find me on twt, don't talk about my tumblr on there pls i like to keep the two accs seperated as this is literally like my own little escape & some of my future posts will be trauma focused situations that i've experienced & don't want people who know me to know about.
maybe one day i will be okay to do requests, but for now i don't have the time & am very unreliable with my inability to focus đ€§
that's all, but thank you for enjoying some of my silly little thoughts đ«¶đœ
OT8 STRAY KIDS REACTIONS: you want to watch a horror movie
bf!stray kids x reader
warnings: fluff, horror movie mentions obviously, suggestive bc it's me and i'm a whore, lowkey spoilers, queer bc i'm gay for demon milfs, scary?
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BANG CHAN: FNAF
- oh there's no way in hell you're convincing him to watch a horror movie
- and in his honest opinion? five nights at freddy's is barely toeing the line of acceptable
- why are there jumpscares in - what's supposed to be - a mildy family friendly movie?
- his head is shoved right in to the crook of your neck, hands covering his ears whenever there's a loud noise and he's whining at every jump scare
- spends most of the movie switching between tense silence as he waits for another loud noise and complaining about the movie being too scary
- you don't actually make it through the whole thing because you're starting to get genuinely worried
- he swears he's fine
- but he also demands every light stays on in the house and it remains that way until morning
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LEE KNOW: insidious
- so you may have sprung this one on him last minute
- but he's down, and although he won't actively seek a horror movie on his own, he's perfectly content with watching one while cuddled up to you
- is quick to gather food and drinks for the both of you
- basically uses you like a pillow because why would he use a real one when you're so soft and warm?
- his heart skips a beat from time to time, but nevertheless he's enjoying the movie
- ends up turning in to a movie marathon where you take turns picking movies until one of you passes out (it's usually you)
- and he will probably never admit it out loud, but he's fighting to stay awake the longest just so he can make sure you're safe and resting
- though he's absolutely the last to wake up the next morning and grumbles when you try to leave the bed
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CHANGBIN: megan
- he actually suggested this one
- and definitely doesn't know it's a horror movie
- literally saw a silly little edit of the dance scene thanks to a tiktok that felix sent, so now he's convinced it's a comedy
- you will be a victim of the rewind and repeat
- he insists "wait, babe, this part is funny, look!" every time and if you don't laugh hard enough, he's assuming you missed it and rewinds
- has way too much fun with the movie, despite the doll giving him the creeps
- it takes him exactly 15 minutes to learn the choreo (he timed himself) and yes, he rewinds it and performs for you like a kid convincing their parents to let them sleep over
- grabs his boob at every jumpscare
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HYUNJIN: the boogeyman
- big baby fr
- either pretending to be less or more scared than he really is. no in between.
- if he's acting more scared, then it's purely so you dote on him and throw your arms around him to pull him in to your soft chest - combing through his long dark hair and calling him the sweetest names
- basically willing to act like a little court jester just for your attention
- if he's acting less scared, it's because you're afraid and it's time for him to be the protective one and he's admittedly such a sucker for the knight in shining armour trope
- overall very sweet and immersed in the entire experience with you, it's always a comforting and safe moment for the both of you
- so unbelievably cuddly, he's never close enough to you and it genuinely annoys him at times (safe to say he's a fan of cockwarming)
- toilet breaks together because there's no way in hell he's going alone
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HAN: the nun 2
- loves a good horror movie
- literally follows you around the house begging you to watch the newest horrors with him
- is not against throwing you over his shoulder and dragging your ass to the nearest cushioned surface to watch the movie
- likes to have you sitting between his legs or the other way around, he's not picky with cuddles
- but if he's laying between your legs, then he definitely looks at your hand expectantly and if you don't immediately get the message, he's grabbing your hand and placing it in his hair as a silent demand
- giggles at the worst times
- "someone just died"
- "yeah, but look at the way his body flopped"
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- is literally still shitting himself
FELIX: haunted mansion
- poor lix
- very similar to chan
- "where are you going?!"
- there's no way you were getting him to watch a proper horror movie, yet this is still pushing it and he jumps every time he hears something and 100% whines any time you leave to do something
- "to refill our drinks?"
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- "wait i'm coming! don't leave me here."
- the kitchen is a few meters away and you can still see him from the fridge
SEUNGMIN: evil dead rise
- points out inaccuracies
- tried to add to the jumpscares by yelling "boo!" in your face at least once
- you're both sitting on the edge of your seats in tense silence or yelling at the screen because "you idiot, why would you do that?!"
- he's having such a fun time and he gets to do it with his favourite person, it's a win win situation
- definitely judging the characters stupid decisions
- the movie sparks a bunch of hypothetical questions about your survival rates and how you would handle the situation
- you're also both conflicted about the attraction you feel for the demon milf
- "smash"
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I.N: the pope's exorcist
- a commentator
- spends a lot of time mimicking the actors to make you both laugh in the midst of slight fear
- another snack connoisseur
- you both have a designated section in the kitchen cupboard that is for movie food only!
â he's so absent-mindedly touchy with you, literally treats you like his favourite sensory toy
- fingers tangling and untangling with your own, he's tracing imaginary shapes on every surface of skin he can reach, even styles your hair at one point during the movie
- you feel more than hear him during jumpscares, because one minute he's tracking movement on the tv, and the next has him jolting against you so suddenly that you get a fright from him
- falls asleep with his face smushed against your shoulder and his hand clinging to yours
warnings: fluff, suggestive, humour ig, spooky themes, horror movie mentions, gore, swearing, brief star wars mention (i'm an anti star wars girly sorry), kissing, hangover details (hongjoong), a lot of fake blood, yunho as ghostface...yes, that's a warning, corny pick up lines, also i'm a firm believer in jongho being an absolute simp for his partner & only his partner
author note: belated happy halloween to all you spooky freaks (me) & this is a short one because i kinda wanna turn some of them in to small fics for horny reasons đ«¶đœ
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SEONGHWA: jack and sally (nightmare before christmas)
- it did not take much convincing once you uttered the words "couples costume"
- he's literally googling jack skellington as soon as you tell him what you want him to go as
- mildly concerned about your evil grin when he asks if you can do his make up
- fortunately, he already has a similar outfit ready to go and as soon as he puts it on, you're already vibrating in excitement
- he pretends not to notice
- raises his eyebrows when you literally moan out loud once the look is complete
â it's taking everything in you not to throw him against a wall right now and he definitely knows it "this is what you're into now? how is this hot?"
- "you wouldn't get it"
- and you're waving his questioning eyes off and tugging him out the door
- just wait until you get him to go as darth vader next year
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HONGJOONG: beetlejuice and lydia (beetlejuice)
- shoves his phone in your face demanding that you go as beetlejuice and lydia
- somehow already has the entire outfit?
- he dyes his hair green too
- gets really in to character and quite literally hops around the room like he's a kid experiencing sugar rush
- already planning the next halloween in so much detail that you space out for a bit and all you get is quick mutters of "mad hatter" and "dragon"
- he helps make your dress!! literally learns how to sew and stitch, so it ends up becoming a whole project for the both of you
- is fucking beaming at you when you're finished getting ready and can't help but smile at you the whole night
- you two are the best dressed at the event and know it
- celebratory shots send him straight to sleep
- wakes up with his face paint on his hands and stomach, clothes ruffled and half off, but then he's seeing you up the other end of the bed with your poofy dress swallowing your entire form and thinks the headache and nausea is worth it
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YUNHO: stu and tatum (scream)
- is always calling you out for your obsession with masked men
- also feeds into it at every possible chance
- you both have a small collection at home and if anyone asks, you're simply collectors
- was prepared for you to be all over him and is lowkey offended when you're not??
- but you see one ounce of sadness on his face and quickly explain that you're way too horny to function
- he's cocky about it
- puts the mask back on despite the limited oxygen and has to steady himself when you jump on him and kiss him through the mask
- "jesus, is it really that attractive?"
- "don't judge me!"
- he's also not gonna ask if you want to go trick or treating, but he's secretly hoping you do and hopes you say something first so he can act like it's for you
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YEOSANG: akasha and lestat (queen of the damned)
- you're currently dousing his chest in fake blood so it drips down over the very real bite marks and hickeys, and he's trying so hard to resist from putting his hand in the thick, silky liquid out of pure curiosity
- he's also been patiently waiting to taste the blood stain on your lips and chin ever since you told him it tastes like honey
- he swears it's just because he's never had honey before
- he's lying and the cheeky grin gives him away every time he tries to deny it
- is trying so hard to keep a serious face for the mini photoshoot that you set up in the bathroom
- but your soapy and naked body is pressed against his and the goofy smile forces its way on to his face again
- "yeosang! you need to lose the smile, just for a second please!" because honestly, he's well aware that every single photo so far has just been him giving you heart eyes with a face so red it rivalled his bleeding chest
- you eventually get exactly one serious photo, and it's only because you grinded down on his lap a little harder and his smile dropped real quick
- "can i taste the honey now?"
- "only because you were so good for me"
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SAN: riven and musa (winx club)
-best boyfriend award
- he's just happy to be included fr
- lets you do your thing and simply watches with a blissed out smile and curious eyes
- grabby hands while you're styling his hair and gets whiney when you haven't looked at him in a while
- is effectively silenced with kisses or praise
- honestly isn't the greatest at staying still because every time you shift or go to grab something, he's following your movements immediately and you have to rush to stop him from touching his hair or face
- frowns at the outfit
- not because of it's look, but he sees how tight it is and wonders briefly how the hell he's going to...hide
- shrugs it off and (with slight struggle) slides in to it
- has way too much fun with the cape and spends most of the night posing like superman
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MINGI: grim and malaria (the grim adventures of billy and mandy)
- only agreed because he got to wear a hooded cloak and said he felt like an evil god
- keeps walking around the house yelling "i'm in love with an emo girl" in the most nasally and exaggerated tone until you throw your lipstick tube at his butt
- he doesn't even feel it, but he hears the plastic clattering on the wood behind him and gets the memo
- until he's pausing, and his eyes are widening in fear as he takes a second to overthink
- "wait. was that you?"
- "who else??"
- clutches his heart "fuck i thought it was a ghost"
- definition of silly and goofy, so be prepared for the most intense and overly excited reaction when you walk out in the little black dress
- bounces in his seat the whole night because you're so pretty and he doesn't know what to do with himself, literally stuttering out corny pick up lines, but somehow it's working?
- "babe! one more, just one more- okay. let's play titanic. you be the iceberg and i'll drown- wait. no."
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WOOYOUNG: jake and tricky (subway surfers)
- "i hope you don't expect me to ride around on a skateboard all night."
- "obviously not, you get the pogo stick."
- ??????????
- you'll give him points for creativity and for thinking of a costume that involves you
- neither of you have actually played the game, but he watched yeosang fiddle around with it on his phone enough to decide it was an ideal couples costume
- you're just glad it's comfortable and warm
- it helps that wooyoung also looks good as hell with the tight jeans hugging his thighs
- "you got an actual pogo stick for this?"
- "and stole yeosang's skateboard." he feels the need to point it out proudly, holding up the worn out piece of wood like a trophy
- you start to become even more interested in the subway surfers vibe when wooyoung starts showing off little tricks as you walk down the street
- yes, you "accidentally" left the pogo stick at home, but that's ok because woo is all too happy allowing you to hop on the board while he holds your hand and guides you around the street
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JONGHO: morticia and gomez (the addams family)
- jongho has such pretty lips and gomez does nothing but leave kisses on morticia...so really, you were forcing him to do this for very selfish reasons
- he's not complaining
- he gets to put on a suit? and treat you like a queen? and kiss you non-stop? is this even a costume?
- secretly enjoys this way more than you
- oh and when you come out in a floor length dress that tightly frames to your body in a soft, black velvet
- he literally shudders. heart skips a beat, and he has to manually breathe for a bit, before the gentlest smile is gracing his face and he's holding a hand out for you to take
- immediately brings his cherry lips to your fingertips and kisses his way up to your neck
- isn't one to voice how he feels
- but the redness creeping up to cover his ears and slight tremor in his hands is enough for you to know he's fighting demons
warnings: fluff, suggestive, lowkey smut (yunho), mentions of orgasm denial (also yunho), gender neutral, sickeningly sweet, sexual innuendos, swearing, very slight angst, insecurities, this is a mint chocolate loving household, tipsy reader and woo
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SEONGHWA:
- you had been snuggled up to him on his bed watching movies
- key word: had
- you were acutely aware that you were being dramatic & definitely bratty, but can he really blame you?
- he was all soft-spoken and cuddly and gentle and now his side of the bed was cold and your pillow simply isn't good enough anymore
- he literally only left the room to go see what san is doing because he could hear loud crashes
- but that was 10 minutes ago
- he eventually comes back another 10 minutes later, but by then you have a sour look on your face and roll over when he tries to pull you in again
- ?????
- "sweetheart?"
- cue his adorable little pout
- "you took away my cuddles"
- his pout softens in to a close-lipped smile
- god, you were so cute
- "m'sorry, san broke his bed. i was just helping him clean up."
- HUH? your pettiness was put on hold for that as you turned your head to look at him questioningly
- "he swears it wasn't a sex thing, but didn't offer any other explanation...so" he yawns
- you go quiet and try to turn back around-
- hwa drags your stubborn ass right back in to his chest
- mumbling sleepy apologies against the back of your neck with ticklish kisses after each one
- arms holding you tight against him just in case you choose to act up, he was admittedly too tired for any of that right now, but can you really blame him? you were all warm and calming and you smelled so good
- his personal melatonin gummy fr
HONGJOONG:
- hongjoong is a perfectionist
- once he finds a hobby or project of any sort that he's passionate about, he studies, learns, applies and continues until he's satisfied (and even then, he repeats the process all over again)
- right now, he's attempting to cook
- and it was adorable...2 days ago when he first started trying to make the "perfect" mint chocolate chip cookie
- he didn't even like mint chocolate
- but you did, so he tasked himself with this baking challenge as soon as you had sent him a tiktok about them
- it was sweet at first, and it's still cute how much he wants to get this right for you
- but when you had to wake up once again to an empty bed and with the sound of trays clattering along with his little curses, you were slightly annoyed
- "babe, we have 4 containers of cookies now." you had taken the soft blanket from the end of the bed and wrapped it around yourself to combat the chilled nip of morning air, trudging over to the busy man
- "i think i've finally figured it out though! i added vanilla extract this time." he was zipping around the kitchen, mumbling measurements to himself "what about cinnamon? do we even have cinnamon? should i go get some? oh, maybe honey-"
- "joong?" you cut his rambling off, trying to be patient
- "you don't like honey?" he questioned, head now inside the cupboard as he looked for more ingredients "i thought-"
- "hongjoong!" you pleaded, quite literally stomping your foot
- his head whipped around, either at the use of his full name or your tone - probably both, wide eyes peering up at your angry face
- "it's your week off and you've spent majority of it making cookies, and i get that they were for me and i love you so much for it, but if you make me wake up with no kisses or cuddles one more time, i'm going to lose my god damn mind!"
- his brows pinched together, the urge to immediately defend himself held back by a bite of his lip
- "i thought you wanted me to make them?" had he been wrong?
- "i wanted us to make them...and probably just once"
- his face softened at the defeat in your voice
- "oh" he stood up, finally coming over to you "i just wanted to make up for not being here to do things for you...i'm sorry."
- you pulled him in, arms locking behind his neck and hiding both your bodies inside the blanket, as his arms simultaneously curled around your waist "i'm sorry for getting angry at you, i just miss you."
- he nodded, grip tightening as he pecked your lips softly
- "i owe you 2 days worth of affection, don't i?"
YUNHO:
- having a gamer bf can be fun!
- like when he lets you sit on his lap while he plays, or teaches you the basics of a silly little game where you're only listening to half the instructions bc his hands are engulfing yours and his voice is so deep and sending a rumble of butterflies to your stomach, and it's definitely fun when he asks you-
- "can you hold this?" just for you to turn around and see a cheeky smile on his face with his hard dick out
- of course, you oblige. every time.
- i mean look at him, all red ears and ruffled hair???? and he has the audacity to be shy about it when you agree
- but now you're sat on his dick and he's been completely ignoring you for 45 minutes. yes, you've been counting
- "yun...come on, i'm bored." you frowned, trying to shift forward subtly, but his hand came down to swat at your bare thigh so quick that you didn't feel the sting until his hand was resting on his mouse again
- you couldn't help the clench, forcing a groan out of him as his head dropped to your shoulder
- "just let me finish this, please." he basically whimpered the words
- oh fuck this
- "fine."
- you get up defiantly, chewing on the inside of your bottom lip to stop the gasp from slipping out at the sudden loss
- he was too dazed to stop you, not at all expecting you to pull away
- you were usually so good for him, eager to please and obey
- had you really felt so deprived this whole time?
- "darling?" now it was his turn to frown "where are you going?"
- "to take care of myself, since you forgot how to." rolling your eyes purely for added effect
- "oh? you wanna be like that?" it should have worried you, just a little, how quick he was to turn the game off, but you were honestly too horny to care right now. "okay." he cracked a smile and you could literally see his brain working overtime to figure out how exactly he was going to handle this situation. handle you.
- you needed yunho and you needed him now.
- "pick a number."
- "what?"
- "i won't repeat myself."
- "but what for?!"
- "pick. or i will."
- oh fuck.
- "umm...3?"
- "poor thing." he pouts mockingly, backing you up till you have no choice but to sit on the bed. "3 denials it is."
YEOSANG:
- he was so sweet
- and you were fortunate enough to call him your best friend and boyfriend
- comfortably telling you any and every rambling thought that crossed his mind, sharing a roller-coaster of theories, scattered words when he was half asleep, and cosying up to you during drunken nights like a cat snuggling in to an owners lap
- despite all that though, he was never one to burden you with his struggles
- he hated to worry you
- which is why, during his more stressful times, he often fell in to an unhealthy routine of distractions
- but he was your safest, most sacred place and you were a comforting weight of strength
- so, he wasn't at all surprised by the speed at which you dragged him out of his little protein powder and gaming rotation, refusing to see his eyes sink in any further from the sleepless nights
- taking him to a small water tower on the top of a mountain, where yeosang had thrown a few pillows up, and the two of you had climbed the ladder with a blanket each
- now sat at a lookout together
- cuddled up under the fluffy blankets and allowing yourselves to settle in the darkness with nothing but each other and the starry night around
- "i missed you"
- he's turning on his side, propped up on one arm to look down at you curiously
- "what do you mean?" and he's looking at you with sparkly, clueless eyes "i haven't gone anywhere, angel?"
- and it takes everything in you not to coo at him right now, he's so so cute
- "you've just been really distracted lately, i felt like i was in the way sometimes" you breathed out, not seeing the guilt wash over yeosang's face
- but then he's cuddling up to you with his cheek smushed in to your chest with a waterfall of apologies flowing from his pouty lips
- "it's okay, i know you've been stressed, just please talk to me next time?"
- and he's nodding rapidly with another hushed apology and pressing himself further into you with a kiss to your collarbone
- "i didn't realise..."
- "i know, yeo."
- and he's just so genuine and kind and gentle and and and :(
SAN:
- he's live
- he went live RIGHT after he finished fucking you into the mattress
- phone propped up and turned away from the bed just enough to keep you out of sight
- so yeah, you were seething
- ok so maybe it's not completely his fault!
- he did warn you that he had to go live (he keeps his promises to atiny)
- but he seriously finished in you, then tucked you in with a kiss to the forehead and?? dipped????
- it's like he could sense your pouting because suddenly, he was rolling the desk chair out of sight with a quick mumble of "wait, where's my drink?"
- quickly ducking over to your side of the bed, he lowered his voice; "why are you mad?"
- naturally, you ignored him, just to be petty
- "baby...i told you i needed to do this live, but i'll make it quick, i promise!" he whispered with urgency.
- "...fine."
- another kiss to your forehead and a hushed i love you before he was grabbing a half empty water bottle from his bedside table and rolling back into frame
- and he did keep his promise. another 5, maybe 10 minutes, before he was wrapping up with the excuse of being hungry, before he came running back to bed and literally jumped on to the bed
- you would have giggled at his excitement if it wasn't for the loud crack that echoed through the room
- "oh shit!" san panicked, immediately grabbing your blanket burrito self, as he stared at the bed in shock "what was that?"
- "did you just break the bed?"
- once again, you would have giggled...if it wasn't for a stern seonghwa busting through the door and seeing a dishevelled, and very much naked - you, and a guilty san
- san gripped the blanket around you tighter, thankful that you were covered right now
- "you two disgust me." seonghwa grimaced, looking at the slightly dipped bed and back at the two of you
- "it wasn't even a sex thing!" san pleaded, looking at you for help.
- yeah, you can forgive this dork.
MINGI:
- he fell asleep on the couch
- it has now been a week since he's gone to sleep in your shared bed
- and you were admittedly starting to feel insecure
- is it on purpose? is there something he's not telling you? does he not want to sleep with you?
- he's not actively avoiding you though, nor is he treating you so carelessly and he's still the same hyper mingi with you
- so why are you getting ready for bed with the distant sound of him snoring in the lounge again?
- the negative thoughts were nipping away at you and you were stuck between crying, yelling, swearing your head off, screaming and laughing
- do you confront him? but what if you don't like the answer?
- fuck it
- you're determined and quite frankly sick of the swirling thoughts, so before you know it, you're standing in front of a sleeping mingi with a frown on your face and poking at his exposed arm with a call of his name
- he wakes up fairly easy to your voice. always has.
- "baby? what's wrong?" bleary-eyed and deep groan of a voice echoing in the silent house
- rip the band-aid off- "why don't you sleep in our bed anymore?"
- and he's slow to process your question, but sits up as soon as he hears the hurt in your tone
- is very dazed and confused, but trying his hardest to catch up with you
- you fortunately don't have to repeat yourself and he wordlessly grabs at your form in the dark, tugging you closer towards the large couch until you climb on top of him
- sleepily explains that he's been waking up at odd hours because of a reoccurring bad dream and didn't want to wake you, so he's been combating it with late night/early morning tv and snacks to get rid of the imagery
- has the audacity to be embarrassed when you're just sad he didn't tell you
- mumbles incoherently while tugging the blanket up over both of your shoulders
- "night, baby."
- and now you both sleep together again (whether it's in bed or on the couch)
- and despite his protests, you've tasked yourself with being there to soothe him when he jolts awake, as well as binge watching any and every feel good movie at ungodly hours until he gets his rest again
WOOYOUNG:
- teasing little shit
- absolutely knows that you're feeling needy
- genuinely enjoys seeing you get riled up and beg for his attention
- in his defence, he just likes to feel needed and wanted, okay?! he's a sucker for reassurance.
- and you, while stumbling towards his outstretched arms in a tipsy haze, were full of praise
- he's no better, giggling like a kid at your messy state and having to catch both of you from the sudden weight of you crashing in to him
- "you smell so good"
- nipping at his neck with a smile
- "mmm well, you have fun, darling" slowly pulling away from you with a way-too-quick peck to your cheek "i"m gonna go to bed"
- sour face
- "what?"
- "i'm tired" he throws out carelessly, fighting to hide the grin on his face, and if you weren't so focused on his retreating form, you'd clock his game immediately
- turns around to leave
- but you're a clingy drunk and it takes mere seconds for you to mold to his back, arms wrapping tightly around his torso with a desperate whine as your feet plant in to the ground
- now he's cackling, wiggling around to face you with a beaming smile
- "so cuteee" he cups your jaw "you don't want me to go?"
- as if he really has to ask
- with a defiant shake of your head, you look up at him with sparkling eyes and downturned lips, tugging at his shirt
- he's had enough of the teasing, folding at the sight of your pleading face and dazed eyes as he leans down to pick you up and wrap your legs around his waist
- "what if we both go to bed?"
- and you're leaning in to kiss his grin away, just happy to be held so gently with his full focus solely on you
- smirking inwardly at how easy he was to reel in
- two could play the teasing game
JONGHO:
- kind of impossible to be needy around him
- literally such an attentive and observant boyfriend, it's almost scary how quick he is to detect things about you
- you don't even have to say or do anything, he's already doting on you and making sure you're happy
- you just mean so much to him
- "i want cuddles."
- he's giggling at your puppy eyes and pulling you in, huffing in faux annoyance
- "i can't get anything done with you around."
- "i can g-"
- rolls his eyes, but definitely cuts you off with a kiss...and ignores the flip his stomach does as you giggle in to it
- he knows you're kidding and would literally give him the cold shoulder if he ever truly made you feel unwanted (the two of you were a bit petty)
- but now you have him in your clutches and he fears he made a slight mistake
- he really does have to get some shit sorted, but he's acutely aware that he fell right in to your trap and he'd be lying if he said he was mad about it
- so with a final decision in his head, he's telling you to hurry up and get ready
- doesn't tell you why. just walks out of the room and waits.
- drags you out the front door without another word
- now you're at a cafe with him, and no, that wasn't originally on his agenda, but you were already grumpy this morning. he didn't need you to be hungry too.
- he's content with watching you eat the fruit bowl, a slice of warm, buttered coconut loaf and a mango smoothie
- but then you're switching to the other side of the booth and force feeding him
- because he's not the only observant one, and you vividly remember him coming home at 11pm complaining about being hungry, before eating a simple protein bar and knocking out
- so you sit there sharing the food despite his protests and eventually he goes silent and allows you to pepper him with affection
- his tummy does a weird flip again and he's clearing his throat, shy all of a sudden, as if you could see it
- in which your boyfriend just wants to celebrate his special day with his angel.
bf!bang chan x fem!reader
author note: belated birthday post bc i've been working đ«¶đœ
word count: 1,205
warnings: sickeningly sweet fluff, suggestive, they love each other so much, cuddling, sleepy chan with his morning voice, very self indulgent comfort fic, chan might actually be perfect idk
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chan never thought too much about his birthday, always too focused on work. he really was an expert in tiring himself, which is ironic considering his sleep schedule.
you couldn't really blame him though, not with his fidgeting hands so desperate to get their hands on the nearest laptop or piece of paper - hell even your notes app is stuffed full of the jumble of ideas he gets on a whim.
it was bitter-sweet to watch him zone out into his little world of music, he was so beautifully content and at peace while creating. furrowed brows, pretty lips set in a pout, small hums to himself when he was finally making progress. you allowed him to bring it home every time, if not for your own selfish eye candy reasons, then just to see him bring his past, present and future to life in a simple melody.
though you were fortunate enough to never have to ask twice for attention, he was an intensely attentive and passionate man. his whole life, world, universe, was you, and he made sure you damn well knew it every day. you don't think there was ever a time in your entire relationship, both as friends and partners, where he made you doubt his feelings towards you. he offered reassuring words almost too easily, but it really was just instilled in his nature to provide.
provide love, and care, and sinfully good lust.
you couldn't help but feel the need to protect the one real and true thing in your life, wanting to hide the both of you away from the negativity of the world.
chan was good. he was warmth. he was safe. he was trustworthy. and he was oh so adored by everyone, but mostly you.
"hi, pretty girl." he mumbled out, sleepy eyes cracked open as he let a smile ease on to his face.
"happy birthday, baby." you smiled back, cold hands coming up to brush his bed hair away from his eyes.
"oh. i forgot about that." he frowned in confusion, eyes shutting again as he relaxed in to your soft touch.
"what do you wanna do today?"
"cuddle." he sighed out, toned arms bringing you in even closer so that you were basically laying on top of him.
"and after that?" you pulled yourself on to him more, throwing your leg over to straddle him and laying your head down on his firm chest, chin propped up on your forearm so you could watch him.
"anything you wanna do." he decided, his tone low and gravelly as his body processed waking up. "i just want you with me."
you were glad his eyes were still closed, because you knew he would've teased the shit out of you for getting flustered and avoiding eye contact at that reply.
"you don't want to do anything at all? not even see your friends?" you lightly laughed, inwardly cheering when he shook his head with minimal effort.
"i am seeing my friends, i'm with my best friend right now." he emphasised with a squeeze to your hips.
"you're being way too sappy for nine in the morning."
"i'm serious though. this is my first proper week off in years and i don't want to spend it with anyone that isn't my girl." he opened his eyes properly this time, scanning your features, awaiting your next response with a blissed out look on his face.
he looked so dreamy.
"i love you." you slipped out effortlessly, almost instinctively upon seeing the gentleness in his deep brown eyes.
he had always had such a strong pull on your emotions, it was as if your brain had no other option than to immediately tell him every thought that crossed your mind, compelled to indulge his never-ending curiosity in you.
he loved it, in fact, it made him fall all the more in love with you - knowing that you trusted him enough to feel comfortable being your most authentic self, and filling his body with a rush of heat that made his skin prickle. he was addicted to the feeling, to you.
he was thoroughly convinced that he needed your daily anecdotes to survive, relying on your rambling texts and spam of memes to get him through the long days.
he wished he was exaggerating, but one time you had lost your phone and he had never felt so miserably pathetic. he had spent the better half of his day checking his phone every twenty minutes in the hopes that you had sent a picture of a random stray dog again, or told him about a random person that had cut you off in traffic in very colourful sentences. it had taken him all of 2 hours to pack up and leave, trudging home to see you curled up on the couch sick and with no phone in sight (he had eventually found it in the washing machine right before he was about to turn it on).
"i love you too." he whispered, one hand coming up to tuck your hair back as his lips twitched in to a smile, and his ears burned crimson at the tip.
he felt his stomach dip with the intensity of your stare and you revelled in the power you held over him, only slightly cocky about the reactions you could get out of him without lifting a finger or saying a word. he had told you once before that he didn't know how to handle the way you looked at him, like he held the seven wonders behind his own sparkling eyes.
"stop!" he whined out, bringing his hands up to hide his beet red face, before dragging them through his hair.
"but you're so cute!" you giggled, pressing a soft kiss to his nose.
"give me a minute to wake up properly and you're gonna pay for this." he mumbled, pushing his hands behind his head to prop his head up more.
that was definitely intentional.
and if the sudden motion of his flexing biceps wasn't enough of a give away, then his sly smirk when he saw you notice definitely was.
"not fair. i was playing nice, not horny!" you scolded light-heartedly, sitting upright on his lap as you internally struggled with focusing on his bare torso or arms.
"liar." he called out instantly. "you think i don't know the difference in your stares by now?" his dimples popped out when you rolled your eyes at him, grin spreading across his face in delight.
your attitude and teasing is what drew him in when you first met, the playfulness and natural flirting dealt irreparable damage to his heart, leaving a dizzying effect on his psyche that is yet to free him.
not that he's putting up a fight.
"well, in that case...why are your pants still on?"
and there goes his mind, imploding in on itself while his emotions claw their way to the forefront of his brain and he's stuck with a mental choir of giggling like a child opening a christmas present, screaming into the void of his head, and wailing at the mere reminder of being blessed to have you in his life.
- in which your boyfriend wants to learn about your obsession with the pretty rocks
bf!lee know x fem!reader
author note: this is for my best friend and her obsession with minho and crystals
word count: 1,024
warnings: fluff, kuromi hoodie!lee know, cute mushy in love shit, he's just such an attentive boyfriend, minho is a simp: confirmed, very lowkey suggestive, crystals, tarot mentions, astrology and one mention of a blood sacrifice
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is minho into crystals? he's unsure, but that didn't stop him from asking a whirlwind of questions - if not for the information, then definitely so he could watch the way you darted around your room in excitement as you stuffed your arms with boxes and trinkets and bags to show off to him.
minho curiously sifted through the collection of crystals you had passed to him in a small velvet "pouch" - you had called it - soft hums and quiet mutterings of awe escaping his pouting lips as he studied the various colours and shapes in his outstretched hand.
you had set up a huge spread of crystals on the bed for him to study and pick his favourites. he was always intrigued with your excitement surrounding the pretty rocks and you had dragged him along to a crystal shop today to start his very own collection.
he hadn't been too interested in purchasing them, but he'll admit he was fascinated with the hidden, little corner store at the top of the foggy mountain - dimmed, golden lighting reflected against the glass display cabinets, each crystal glittering back at him. it was inticing and it didn't take him long to understand the obsession, especially when he saw how passionately you talked about each one and their purposes. he had asked about the feathers, tarot cards and made a comment about "sex candles", but you had swiftly dragged his grabby hands away, waving off the questions and groaned back with a playful reminder that he needed to focus on one thing at a time.
"is this the part where you drain me of my blood, drink it from a chalice and sacrifice me to your gods?" he asks, grin spreading aross his face as he wiggles his eyebrows. "cause i could be into that."
you throw the nearest pillow at him, but of course he catches it, unphased, placing it on his lap and using it as cushioning for the crystals he gathered.
"what's this one?" he held up a raw purple piece, fumbling with the coin sized crystal and almost dropping it back on the fluffy blanket.
"amethyst! it's one of the more known ones. very good for clearing your mind and cleansing."
"you need that one more than me." he mumbled cheekily, earning him a shove. "does it work on cats?" he continued, fingers now picking at the crystals like he's trying to see if it'll break from the slight pressure.
"any animal with 7 chakras, so yes." you frowned, quickly grabbing it from his destructive hands and tucking it away in its rightful pouch. "but only certain crystals will really have an effect on them."
"what about this?" he picked up a black one.
"that's onyx. used for protection most of the time."
you had settled in to the rhythm of sorting through each one and minho's low hum of a voice became the most beautiful background noise for your activity, filling you with a sense of tranquility and an abundance of adoration.
"and this?" he tossed the rock up and caught it, presenting the swirls of pink and black to you.
"rhodonite. for compassion and love."
"i like this one." he hums simply, a slight quirk to his lips which goes unnoticed by your distracted self.
"it's also good for panic attacks and relieving stress." you rambled on, mostly under your breath.
you're busy seperating them in to particular groups when he places his hands on yours, tugging you towards him with minimal effort. "come here."
"i just want to sort this-"
that minimal effort became full force and you had no choice but to drop the few remaining crystals from your hand, collapsing back on to the bed with him, chest to chest. his hair fluffed out against the pillows, cutely forming a heart above his head with a few of the dark strands.
"you're pretty." he stated, no glimmering eyes or smile, just a simple fact. he often did that - constantly filling your mind with praise and words of affirmation in an almost definitive manner, leaving no room to argue.
"i know, you remind me every day." you traced the lines and contours of his face with your fingertip, his eyes fluttering at the tickling feeling and taking time to study every detail of your face.
"i mean it." a small smile this time.
"i know." you giggle, leaning down to press a kiss to his rosey lips.
"my turn!" he announced, arms coming to wrap around your waist when you jolted in place from the sudden boom of his voice.
"you're pretty too." you whispered, planting a bigger kiss on his lips.
"you can't say the same thing!" he whined, arms tightening with a vice like grip as he nipped at your wrist next to his face. you pulled your hands away from his face instinctively, but they easily found their way to his mess of hair as soon as he pouted up at your lack of touch.
"you're gorgeous." another kiss.
"i kno-" you cut him off.
"i wasn't finished." kiss. "you're gorgeous, and your eyes are pretty, and i love your voice, your hair is always soft-" kiss.
"okay, enough." he grumbled, though the red heat creeping up his neck and encompassing his ears told you he was enjoying the praise.
"and you're thighs-" he leaned up to kiss you this time, but you pulled back with a grin. "i thought it was your turn?" you raised a brow teasingly.
"i want kisses now." he dragged the last word out, still straining to hold his head up with his lips puckered and waiting.
"simp."
he effectively silenced you with his lips, tugging you down gently with a hand that had snuck up to cradle the back of your head and his other hand coming up to cup the side of your face.
he hummed lightly as you kissed him back with just as much desperation, fingers carding through his hair while you tilted your head to deepen the kiss.
so no, minho's admittedly not into crystals, but he is very much into you.
- in which your equally as terrified boyfriend tries to help you with a spider
bf!choi san x fem!reader
author note: lower case intended for any drabbles i write bc i type them out in like 5 minutes when the idea springs into my head
word count: 1,045
warnings: spiders, arachnophobia, a lot of yelling, swearing, fluff, the both of them are scaredy cats, san is so brave for trying, mingi comes to the rescue, we kill spiders in this house sorry, humour?
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"baby..." he mumbled sleepily, patting around haphazardly at the bed in a blind search for his girl. "what are you doing?"
"sorry, i keep getting a weird itch on my leg." you whispered back, trying to kick your leg around gently at the odd sensation.
san lifted the blanket slightly, trying to peek down in the darkness, but couldn't see anything. reaching his hand down for your legs and dragging them over his hips with a sigh, he muttered; "probably just restless nerves. go to sleep, baby."
the calm lasted for all of two minutes, before san himself felt an itch, no, a crawling sensation, shooting panic up his spine and causing him to kick hastily at his own pants, shoving them off in a haze.
"there's a fucking spider!" he yelled unceremoniously, startling his half awake girlfriend as you blearily watched him shuffle around on the mattress.
san wasn't a fan of spiders at all, but he also knew his girlfriend fared even worse with them, and this was not how san planned to spend his tuesday night off. his girlfriend currently tearing the blankets off of the bed at four in the morning, while he climbed on his desk chair in fear, scanning the room for the critter.
"turn the light on!" he wailed, struggling to see anything with only the moonlight cracking through the window.
"i'm trying! i don't wanna step on it!" you huffed, quickly finding the switch and flooding the room with light, before you dashed over to san and pulled yourself on to the desk. "where did you kick it?!"
"i don't know!"
"are you sure it was a spider?"
"yes! i know what a spider feels like!"
if any of his roommates were to walk in right now, they'd be greeted with two very frightened faces and san cosplaying as winnie the pooh. quite a confusing sight out of sexual context.
a fact that had momentarily distracted you.
"put some pants on, oh my god!"
"the spider might be in them!" he whined.
"you wanna fight the spider with your dick out?" you squinted at him.
he paused. looked over at his drawers, back to his girlfriend, at his pants on the floor, then took in a sharp breath. "cover me." he replied, before he hopped over to the drawers to grab underwear, butt bouncing cutely as he continued to tip-toe in place.
"jesus christ." you rolled your eyes light-heartedly, but nonetheless grabbed the tissue box off his desk and got ready to aim at anything that moved.
san, finally being decently covered, crept back over to the chair, but not before making eye contact with the eight-legged freak under his desk.
"uh...babe." he refused to break contact, too scared to find out if it'll move when he looks away. "climb off the desk."
"what? why?" you responded, alarmed. "choi san, if you tell me the spider is under me right now-"
"okay, well, i just won't say anything then." he shifted back slightly, trying to mentally find an object in his room that could kill it.
"oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" you stood up on the desk, head almost touching the ceiling as you contemplated jumping to the bed.
"do not jump on the bed from there." san warned, eyes still laser-focused on the spider.
you frowned in annoyance, pouting.
"pass me the tissue box and your perfume." he decided, carefully holding a hand out for the items. you didn't even question it, passing the tissue box you were still holding as a defense weapon and picking up your perfume from his desk, basically shoving it into his chest. "okay. okay. it's just a spider. it's probably harmless. okay." san was nodding to himself, perfume held out like a gun and tissue box in the other hand ready to squish.
it's many beady little eyes seemed to stare straight back and its long, prickly legs rocked in place, almost as if poised for the upcoming fight.
"okay. okay, i'm gonna spray it until it slows down, then drop the box on it." he was muttering the plan to himself mostly, eyes wide and body perfectly still as he hyped himself up. "alright, 1...2...-"
"what the fuck are you two doing?" mingi barged in, glasses perched on his nose and gaming headset wrapped around his neck.
"god dammit!" san cried. "i was finally ready to kill it!"
"there's a spider under the desk!" you say at the same time.
"oh." mingi states simply, casually walking over to san and grabbing the tissue box, before crouching down under the desk and abruptly slamming the box down with a soft thud and a subtle crunch. "it's dead." he then plucks out a tissue and wipes up any residue, handing the box back to san after, spider body slathered against the bottom, and it takes everything in san not to throw up at the visual.
"oh thank god." you climbed off the desk, grabbing the cursed box from your pale boyfriend and pushing it to the very bottom of his trashcan. "thank you, min!"
he nods back, ducking back out of the room with a dimpled smile.
"san? you okay?"
"i almost did it, i swear." he sulks.
"i know. you did great! it's sorted now, okay?" you soothed, rubbing his back and guiding him back to the bed where he places the perfume down on the bedside table. "maybe you can kill the next one."
"no! that took everything out of me, that's my spider bravery for the year." he decided, shaking out the blanket and double checking both inside and around the bed.
you climbed in after san, quickly pressing into him and allowing him to throw both arms around you, pulling you in even closer as he rested his chin on the crown of your head and tried to calm his rapid heartbeat as well as your own.
"wait, the light-"
"we're keeping it on tonight." you cut him off, one hand playing with the chain dangling over his white singlet, while the other draped across his torso.
he smiled, nodding along and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
"thank you for protecting me, san." you reassured, pecking his warm chest.
author note: this was originally a bucky barnes smut that i wrote years ago, but now i'm deluded by chan. anyways, i post for my own entertainment ngl but ily if you enjoy it too!
29th of September, 2023
warnings: nsfw, angst, heartbreak, smut, marriage, spanking if you squint, dirty talk, choking, tiny bit of fluff/reminiscing, fingering, swearing, hand kink, slight daddy kink, unprotected sex, rough, over-stimulation, multiple orgasms, sad ending, oh & you have children - briefly mentioned
chan's been distant and neglectful these past few months & his girl can't do it anymore.
"Just get it fucking done!" Chan yelled into the phone before slamming it on the mahogany desk. His left hand had been digging into the plush desk chair throughout the call; splitting the black leather and leaving a pulsing sensation in his fingertips from the pressure. He retracted his hand with an annoyed huff. His mind was scrambled - nothing new, he thought sourly. Closing his eyes and running his hand over his face, he tried to sort through the jumbled mess in his mind.
"Chan..." His ears perked up at the sound of her voice, but his eyes remained shut. "What did I say about bringing your job home?" She mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she wandered into the dimly lit study.
He didn't have time for her worried lecture, not right now.
"Angel, I can't do this right now..." She really should have expected that response. "Go back to bed." He muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Of course, it wasn't always like this. No, despite his brooding and mysterious demeanour, Chan was the perfect gentleman, loyal, protective (overly), caring, romantic and honest. Although he was still loyal and protective, she barely knew the cold and temperamental man in front of her. His constant disappearances and muffled conversations had her curiosity peaked and her heart in her throat.
She wasn't doubting his love for her - she never would, but she did doubt his trust in her and it was tearing her apart.
"Come with me." Slowly, she stepped towards his desk, standing on the opposite side. She wanted to touch him, feel him, comfort him. Be there for him, without his work involved and looming in the back of his mind, and she had triedâŠmultiple times, to understand the sudden distance between them, but it was hard to do when he had shut her out and pushed her away.
"No, this needs to be sorted now." He stated, sounding bored with the conversation. She knew she shouldn't pry, not when he was blatantly disinterested in sharing the details of his work life lately. But she had to try, someone had to try in this crumbling relationship.
"What does?"
His eyes snapped open and zeroed in on her for the first time since she'd walked in. "Don't." He warned.
"Fine. Then, can we talk about this in the morning, and when the twins aren't in the room across the hall?" She couldn't stop the slight bitterness from seeping into her words. "Come on, it's four in the morning."
"I. Said. No!" He didn't miss the way her eyes widened a fraction, or the way her hands turned to fists. He knew she didn't deserve to be the one he took his frustrations out on, not with horrible words or violence at least.
"Christopher, I understand that you're stressed right now and if you really do need space, then I will give that to you, but do not ever raise your voice at me."
If the circumstances were different, he'd smile proudly at how adorable the little frown on her face was, or the impressively threatening tone she had managed to conjure up.
"If you had listened the first time when I told you to get out, then I wouldn't have to, so don't give me that shit." The harsh words slipped out in a rush of anger and Chan had never wanted to punch himself in the face more. He sucked in a shallow breath, ready to apologise, but she had pushed away from the desk without a second thought and stood by the door.
She shook her head in disappointment, but not for the reasons he thought. She wasn't disappointed about the words, she knew he didn't mean for it to come out that way, instead she was disappointed because she should've realised sooner...he wasn't her Chan anymore.
"God, I- I don't know if I can do this anymore..." It was a mere whisper as she made her way back to their room, but Chan heard it loud and clear.
She had tossed and turned in the king-sized bed all night, her mind running a mile a minute as she fiddled with her wedding ring.
Why'd he have to get involved with that god damn Hwang?
Who was on the phone?
How do I get him back?
She wasn't an idiot, she knew what he was involved in, thanks to a childhood best friend that made promises of a lush lifestyle - which was a kept promise, but at what cost? Chan used to tell her every little thing about what was going on, making sure she was safe and comfortable, always putting her and the kids first, but now he's barely a shell of a man. Hell, even happy-go-lucky, ray of fucking sunshine Felix looked run down. Stressed. Worried.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Chan walked into the room and headed straight towards the bathroom. The sound of running water following shortly after.
He had assumed she was fast asleep now that the sun was peeking through, and decided to keep his distance, not knowing what to say or do without possibly fucking the situation up more. He never wanted to hurt her.
He pushed his sweatpants off and stepped into the large bath, welcoming the scolding water. She sauntered after him silently, finding him in the bath with his head resting against the porcelain tub, arms draped over the sides, jaw clenched, brows furrowed, and eyes shut.
He doesnât even have to open his eyes to know sheâs there; he can smell her, a light mix of cinnamon and coconut-scented moisturiser and his cologne. Without a single word uttered between them, he sits up more, making room for her and ignoring his racing heart when he hears her shirt hit the ground. Seven years of knowing each other and three years of marriage, yet she can still turn him into a hormonal, teenage boy with the simplest of looks, touches and words. He felt the water shift and soon her thighs pressed against the inside of his own. He opened an eye when he didn't feel her back against his chest, but knew he shouldnât be surprised, of course she was unsure of how to act around him right now. So, he took the lead, hands reaching out slowly â allowing her time to pull away â before gripping her hips and pulling her against him. She let out a small sigh, head instinctively falling back onto his shoulder as his arms wrapped around her waist, hands resting on her stomach.
He timidly pressed a kiss to her shoulder. âIâm sorry.â He whispered. She remained quiet, letting a tear slip down her cheek because he couldnât see.
Chan was surprised when she spun around, his arms loosening enough for her to move around and straddle him before they found their way back to her waist once again. He noticed the tears in her eyes, and the way she bit the inside of her cheek as her wet hands cupped his jaw and her thumbs stroked his reddening cheeks.
His defined jaw that sheâd grab often when he wasnât listening properly, or to plant a quick kiss on his lips.
His stubble that sheâd have to beg him to keep, ignoring his complaints about how he looked old and reminding him why she loved it so much â usually whispering filthy things about beard burn.
Her emotions were all over the place as her eyes studied his face, engraining every detail in her mind; from the way he looked, to the way he felt and smelled. For the last time. Her hands trembled slightly as she traced his lips gently with her fingertips.
His lips, always unintentionally pouty, especially when they were bruised and swollen from their intense kisses.
He wanted, needed, to simply enjoy her touch, but the way she was looking at him made his skin crawl in fear. He hated it.Â
Adoration as she gazed at him, adoration that he would always struggle to understand â despite basking in it like an affection-starved puppy â but obvious sadness peeked through now. Pure, unconditional love that continuously sent goosebumps trailing up his entire body, but pain had intertwined with her heart and sunk its claws in with the promise of tearing it in two. She was torn. Â
Chan didnât even have enough time to form words and ask her about it, because suddenly he was melting under her touch and giving in to a desperate and heated kiss.
She nipped at his lower lip, slipping her tongue between his teeth as the kiss deepened. âPlease.â She whispered against his warm lips. His left hand held her jaw, the cold digits digging into her cheeks gently, and his right hand found itself cupping her pussy, fingers drawing slow circles over her clit and sending a shiver down her spine from the sudden contact. She whimpered against his lips, the sound making his hardening cock twitch. Desperate to hear more, he pushed his middle finger into her pussy and groaned when her walls clenched around it. Chan pulled away slightly, eyes opening to watch her ride his fingers as he sped up his movements.
There wasn't much he was proud of, but being able to absolutely wreck his wife with his fingers or mouth alone was one for his personal history books.
Her nails bit into his chest and dragged down to his navel, eliciting a deep groan from him. Her hips grinded against his hand and he added his ring finger to her pussy, his thumb pressing against her clit and causing her to drop her head and moan into his neck. "Look at me while you fuck my fingers, baby." He bit at her shoulder and moved his hand down to wrap around her throat, moving her so they were face to face, and holding her in place.
Chan could've blown his load just looking at her, cheeks and chest flushed, forehead creased in pleasure, eyes half open in ecstasy and swollen lips letting whimpers and moans out.
I need to invest in a professional camera, he tucked that thought away in the back of his mind for later.
"Chris..." She moaned, looking into his eyes as her stomach tensed and her walls pulsed around his fingers. "Tighter..." She whimpered, her hands closing around his forearm.
His arms, no matter what they were doing, the toned muscles never failed to turn her to putty in his hands - his large, veiny hands. She always felt safe and comforted when his arms were wrapped around her, or when his hands held her own.
He held back a smirk and tightened his hand around her throat, digits pressing into the sides enough to make her eyes roll back.
He went through long periods of insecurity and shyness when it came to his arms and body, opting for leather gloves, hoodies and thick jackets to hide it all, but that changed when she came along and showed him just how much she loved every one of those pesky insecurities of his, and just how much he should too. She had started helping him pick his clothes out, new styles that still helped him to feel secure in himself.
"Cum." He spoke through gritted teeth. "Cum all over my fingers, sweetheart."
And she did. She choked out his name in a loud moan as shockwaves and tremors rippled throughout her body, her pussy spasming around his slowing fingers, but Chan didn't let her rest long. Pulling her legs around his waist and standing up, he moved back to the bedroom and placed her on the fluffy white blanket, trailing kisses up her glistening body as he crawled over her.
"God, I love you." He mumbled against her neck before sucking on the skin until there was a deep red mark. "Turn around." He pecked her lips. "Face down, ass up."
Rolling over on to her stomach, she pushed her ass up and turned her head to the side to see Chan pumping his cock. "Daddy...please..." She whined, knowing the name would drive him wild. It was a signal that she wanted it rough. She wanted to be manhandled.Â
"I got you, baby." He lined up and snapped his hips against her, his abdomen tensing involuntary at the tight warmth she provided. "Fuck." He groaned.
The sheets were bunched up beneath her hands, her mouth falling open in a breathy moan as his thick cock stretched her walls. Within seconds he was slamming into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and their erotic noises filled the otherwise quiet room. His hands were rough, grabbing and kneading the flesh of her ass, before smacking it hard enough to leave a bruise for a few days.Â
Thank fuck these walls are soundproof.
âYou gonna cum around daddyâs cock this time?â Chanâs voice was strained, pounding into her even harder. âI wanna feel you squeeze my cock, angel.â
âYes!â Her cunt pulsed around him, stomach clenching violently, and with a few more thrusts, she was cumming around him, constricting his cock and forcing him into a state of euphoria with her. They moaned in unison, but Chan didnât slow down. Instead, he leaned over to grab her shoulders and pulled her back against his sweaty and heaving chest, one hand wrapping around her throat again and the other locating her clit. âFuck, ChanâŠâ Her hands grabbed his left one, wanting to pry it away from her over-sensitive clit, but also loving every sensation. Especially when she felt vibrations coming from his favourite little toy. âOh my god!â She squealed, her head falling back against Chanâs shoulder, and he took advantage of that, his lips meeting hers in a mess of tongue and teeth. All the while, his thrusts had remained the same bruising pace, easing in and out of her cum-filled pussy.
When the fuck did he get the damn vibrator out?!
âI know you can take it. Youâve taken much more than this before, pretty girl.â He was right, considering how adventurous and salacious they both were. âCome on.â He encouraged, switching the intensity up and holding it down directly on her clit.
She convulsed against him, the added stimulation sending her over the edge for a third time. âChris!â
He couldnât stop the smirk from forming on his face this time. God, he would never get tired of this. Of her. He pushed his darker thoughts aside, the knowledge of how and why he ended up in this position right now sneaking up on him. Instead, he pulled out and turned her over, laying her on her back gently. âSo perfect, angelâŠso good for me.â He grinned, peppering kisses all over her face. âYou got one more for me?â He murmured against her breast, his tongue darting out to circle her nipple.
âJesus, Chan.â She rolled her eyes, a lazy smile on her face. âAlways.â She tugged on his hair, pulling him into a deep kiss as he slowly slid back in.Â
His hair; she had asked him to keep the natural mess of long waves to his hair â she liked having something to pull on, just as much as he loved her pulling on it â but he had told her it was getting annoying and it could always grow back, so she ruthlessly teased him, showing him exactly why his longer hair was betterâŠsafe to say he kept it long.
âShit, youâre always so tight.â
His thrusts were slower this time, deeper, and their kiss holding a passion much like the pull of a riptide. She moaned into his mouth, his teeth biting down on her lower lip and his hands lacing with her own. It took mere seconds after that, for the two to cum, swallowing each otherâs moans, groans and whispered, âI love youâsâ.
Her heart was breaking, she could physically feel it as she pulled away and looked into his eyes; a silent, âIâm sorry too.â
His usual warm, brown eyes - only ever sparkling with pure, unfiltered love for her - now filled with tears in realisation.
This wasnât make-up sex.
And the truth hit him like a sudden blow to the gut when he opened his fist to find her wedding ring in his palm.
