Seventeen Scenarios

71. “I want a pet.”80. “Does he know about the baby?” 

The three of you were walking hand in hand down the windy path when your son tugged on your hand and pointed earnestly at a puppy tearing down the field of grass. It passed in front of your family and barked happily as it caught the Frisbee thrown in the air. 

“Mommy, I want a pet.” Your son looked up at you with wide, pleading eyes. His little body leaned forward in an attempt to get a closer look at the puppy. His fingers nearly slipped from your grasp in his eagerness but you caught on.

“Does he know about the baby?” your husband mouthed at you when you glanced at him.

You shook your head. The two of you were planning on keeping the whole second baby business a secret until you were securely in your second trimester.

“Maybe the baby can his pet,” Soonyoung whispered and if it weren’t for your son between the two of you, you would have reached over to give him a slap on the arm.

“How dare you,” you hissed and he smiled widely, his eyes disappearing in his glee.

“I’m kidding. But maybe it is a better idea to get him a puppy now and have it be acclimated to the family before we bring back a screaming bundle of joy.”

Soonyoung did have a point. It might be better to give your son something to distract him before all of your attention was divided by his younger sibling. 

You leaned down and gently patted your son’s hair. “Joonie, what type of pet do you want?”

It was amazing how much like his father he was. When he smiled, his eyes all but disappeared and his entire row of upper teeth showed. “A puppy! Like that one!” He pointed back at where the playful dog had proudly trotted the Frisbee back to its owner. 

Soonyoung squatted down and started to make barking noises, playfully placing his fingers on his head like ears. “Would this puppy do?”

Joon laughed and shook his head. “No! You’re daddy!” 

Your husband pretended to be offended and jumped after your son, barking lightly as he did so. “I’m a puppy!” 

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42. “Stop being so cute.”84. “Show me what’s behind your back.”

Warning: Explicit Content

He’s been away on tour for a while and you’ve been missing him. It was great that the world tour was a booming success, but not so great that he was thousands of miles away from you and all you had was a personally taken fancam of his solo. One where Joshua had decided he was going to sing R&B and dance with a precariously low neckline. 

It has been three weeks away and on your hundredth rewatch of the fancam, you were starting to feel a little antsy. Your heart raced as you placed the phone propped up and reached for the tiny box in your nightstand. Your fingers ran along the smooth cool metal and you adjusted your pillows so that you were more comfortable. 

First, you removed your shorts and then brought the device to the dampening fabric of your panties. A click of a button and there was a small hum in the air. The gentle vibrations against your clit had you moaning as you watched him sing and gyrate his hips towards the microphone stand. Slowly, you let your eyes close to feel the sensations until the buzz and ring of an incoming video call interrupted you.

It was Joshua. Your heart raced and the pounding in your ears was still going but you had to answer. Quickly, you held the vibrator behind your back and tucked back a piece of hair nervously.

“Hi babe.”

Joshua was smiling right at you and you blinked furiously at the sudden brightness of his well-lit background. Despite the lust, you felt a deep pang of sadness. You missed him, and seeing him now, with his damp hair, flushed cheeks and comfortable sweater, made you miss him even more.

For a few moments, you could not speak. You tried to swallow your tears and he cooed. “Ahh, baby, stop being so cute.” His finger came towards the screen and you wanted to feel his touch. The two of you spoke about his concerts and the upcoming stops and all the while, you could feel your longing for him grow more and more.

“Show me what’s behind your back.” His words startled you. You had already forgotten that you were still holding on tightly to the vibrator and the sudden jerk of your arm made you wince. The stiff position you had it in caused some pain.

“It’s nothing,” you hedged. “It was a comfortable position.” 

Joshua’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Are you sure? Because I’ve really been missing you and seeing you in panties and a soft sleeping shirt really had me all worked up.” Somehow, even in the brightly lit room, he managed to bring a completely different aura to the conversation.

You swallowed and slowly unraveled your fingers to show him the little bullet in your palm. “I couldn’t stop watching your solo fancam,” you confessed. “I miss you so much, Josh.”

He let out a tiny groan and shifted in his seat. “Then can you give me a show?” he asked. You saw him already palming slow circles on the growing bulge in his pants.

You leaned back and placed the laptop in between your legs, blushing profusely as you did so. The two of you have tried mutual masturbation but never like this, never over the cameras and there was something even more erotic about this.

“Turn the vibrator on, babe,” he encouraged. The device came to life and he started to pull his erection out of his pants as he instructed you to rub your clit with the instrument. The previous surges of lust came back and you ground yourself against your hand, going faster and slower based on his strokes of his cock.

You ran your fingers past the fabric of your panties and pushed them aside. “Yes, baby, slide your fingers inside, just like that. Add another one,” he whispered as his thumb rubbed against his swollen and leaking head. You thrust your fingers inside you, wishing it were Joshua instead.

He started to pump faster, encouraging you to fuck yourself faster on your fingers. The vibrator’s added stimulation had you cumming hard and you moaned loudly as you watched streams of opaque cum shoot from your boyfriend’s cock, splattering all over his stomach and his hand.

Joshua let out a satisfied moan as he grabbed a tissue off the table and wiped at himself, all the while keeping eye contact with you. Your fingers were still inside you and you looked back at him, a little wilted and out of breath.

Day 5

Hi _______,

           Yesterday, you messaged me and I allowed myself to go through the anger, the spite, the sense of relief that we could still be in contact. I gave myself a million reasons as to why we can still talk. I’m lonely and having someone to talk to who is familiar and close is great. I wanted to stay friends with you and this is a good way to do so. I missed talking to you and now it seems like we could go back to a sort of normalcy.

           I had all these brave words. I wanted to win the breakup. I wanted to find someone before you did. I wanted to move on before you could so I wouldn’t be the one left in the dust, left to grieve. Even though you told me you aren’t looking, I can’t help but feel like you’re already over me. You had said you wanted me to get over you still and that you didn’t want a relationship and I know you’re telling me that we can only be friends. And I thought it was enough.

           If I was honest with myself in moments of clarity, I know that neither of us are in the place for a long distance, that none of us can really sustain and the years would only be more and more confusing and we won’t know. But a part of me can’t help but think what if in a few years, if we’re still single, if we have the means, we can reconnect and see what could have been. But it seems like you’ve already dropped that possibility before it happened and I know I have to too.

           I don’t know what I want. I don’t know if I want to get back together. I know I need to strengthen myself and not spend the whole day waiting for you to message me and then to message you just so we don’t go a day without talking. I don’t know what to do. Everyone says to talk to myself honestly but I’ve been telling so many lies to keep myself from breaking I don’t know what the truth is anymore. I just know what talking to you makes me happy, even if it is devastatingly bad for me.

           The more I talk to you the more it tears me apart but I’m not strong enough to tell you I need time. I’m not strong enough to put myself first. I have a bad track record of keeping people around and you’re not the first I would keep around because I’m scared I would lose you. It just took me three years and meeting you to get over him. How would it be with you?

           It was strangely cathartic talking to you on the phone today. I liked that we set up boundaries, liked that we have an idea of where this is headed and if ever it changes, then maybe it would be for the better. If we both decided to move on, then that’s a win. If fate decides we aren’t over quite yet, then we’ll have to see how that goes. But all of that is out of our control and I can only be grateful that we found this balance, be it what it is.

Day 2 

Hi ________,

           You’re the still the first thing I think about when I wake up. I had to have people call me to help me fall asleep so I don’t dream about you. I’ve had to tire myself out so that I could hopefully fall asleep without having to think of you.

           But it feels better today. Maybe I’m just forcing myself to be numb because I need to get through school, get through these oral arguments, presentations and the interview. It doesn’t feel better. Forty minutes after I’ve just written this, it hits me like a ton of bricks and I’m suffocating again.

           It feels like I cry on the clock. As if a few hours without shedding tears means that I’m going to drown. And you know I’m scared of drowning. I wonder if my shadows haunt you the way yours haunt me.

           I’m starting to lose my self-control. I want to message you and ask you how your interview went, how your day went, if we could watch Terrace House, if we could just be in each other’s lives again. I did so well not checking to see if you were online the other day but now I’m slipping and I have to stop myself before I make a mistake.

           It’s an up-down roller coaster. Sometimes I think I’m ready to let you go and can think rationally then I’m picturing us and our memories and our promises that are no longer and I fall apart and I just look back down into the abyss. Long distance was never fun but we had our moments of seeing each other and those moments were beautiful and I don’t think I can go back to those places without seeing you, seeing the shadows of us promising each other love and forever.

           You said Lucky Charms would be ruined for you if we ever broke up. I hope that’s still true. I hope you don’t quite forget about me just yet. Just let me whirl around you a little more. Let me be selfish a little longer.

Day 3 

Hi _________,

           I’m scared to drive tomorrow. But I also don’t want to give up on this chance that I would have taken had we been okay. I can’t let you affect my future but this one choice could lead to something worse if I don’t plan it properly. I’m scared. I want to call you and ask you if we could be okay for one day so I could survive tomorrow but I don’t know.

           I finally allowed myself to dream last night and I sort of dreamed of you. Granted it was through another person and I wanted to force myself awake but I kept myself dreaming, kept myself going because I need to feel to heal.

           I spiraled a little more today and I just wanted to call you and tell you about everything that was going to happen but I won’t. In case of disappointment and also because you need space and I need space. I’m going to love you but I need to turn that love into one where it is only about the care, only about wanting to see you happy and not about seeing that we are happy, as one. And it will take a while.

           “I was getting used to being someone you loved.” How beautiful and how devastating is that line? I was just getting used to being yours, to having you always, for the concept of forever and then all of a sudden, “you pulled the rug.” Yes, I’m listening to love songs and it may seem so cliché but there is no other way I can allow myself to enter the memories of us without having too many thoughts. Instead I let the lyrics take me.

           You say we can be friends but would you be ready? Would you want to be the type of friends that I want to be? I picture you happy with someone else and I don’t know how I would feel. Would you move on faster than me when before you had told me you would take a long time, you didn’t see yourself with anyone else. Would you prove yourself wrong in only a matter of months? Or would we both be hurting for a while?

           I’ve had dreams of us older, when we were both settled and maybe we could be in the same time zone, the same place and meet again. But who knows what fate has in store. We were both in the same place for the same ten months and look, we met. And even if our story ends here, I have no regrets. I want to be rational and to be able to smile and let you go. Your words sting me to reality when I remember you saying you stopped loving me, you were ready to move on, you wanted me to let you go, you wanted to get over me, that this is truly the end now. And I would be a fool if I kept wanting you.

           And this is how I oscillate day by day. I smile bravely at the world because of your conviction and I want to respect it. Takes two to be in a relationship and I can’t force it if you weren’t in it. And then other days, I remember you telling me fiercely that I’m the only one, you can’t live without me, how there is no other girl, I’m the one you want, how you wanted to be the first to die because you didn’t know how to live without me, and my heart just breaks. When will I ever find someone who would feel the same way when I couldn’t even appreciate the you who did?

Day 1

Hi ________,

           How are you? I hope today has been kinder to you than it has been to me. Today is the first day where I woke up and could not send you a good morning text, where when my clock struck twelve, I could not check my messages to see if you were awake to respond. There was nothing more I wanted than to shoot you a message: good luck on your interview bb but that would be crossing a line you had drawn so clearly just yesterday, sixteen hours ago.

           I haven’t been doing so well. I know you did what you thought was best but I can’t seem to get your smile out of my head, your laugh, your touch and then your last words to me. You were begging me to let you go even when I was begging you to stay. And I can’t possibly hold someone who wants to go with me because you’re right. It would be cruel to you and cruel to me. But sometimes I can’t help but wonder. How did I take someone who loved me unconditionally and broken you to the point where you told me you didn’t love me anymore?

           I miss you. I missed you when we were talking every day; how can I not miss you now? How can I not miss you when I can no longer see the little chat bubble light up with your name and see that you want to call me How can I not miss you when I just want to be next to you, holding onto your arm as you drive, watching you smile at the road like you were the luckiest man alive How can I

           I close my eyes and I think about you. I close my eyes and I picture what you had to say to me and I think of all the plans we had, all our promises, the future we no longer have. I want to scream and cry and turn back time but I can only do the first two and the second most of all. I miss you. I miss you, I miss you.

           I think of how confident we were that I would be your first and last and how much you didn’t envy those who suffered break ups. And yet. Here we are. With you looking at me, telling me you were ready to move on. And I don’t blame you. I only look at myself and wonder what if I were better, what if I were different, what if I appreciated you more, what if. But a thousand what ifs would only haunt me and haunt our times together and I just want to look back on our times and smile.

           I’m scared to sleep, you know? Because I’m scared to dream. Back when we were together, you were always the one dreaming of me, and now I’m the one who has you in every little slip of sleep, every little scent of a dream. You’re there, whether in person, in spirit or in knowledge and something inside me would yank me awake before I can fully bring you into fruition and concoct a fantasy that would leave me crying.

           Instead, I’m snatched awake, panting and scared because I have to close my eyes eventually. But before I can enter sleep, you’re on my mind. Your every word, your every look, your every action. Us. We are on my mind. And my heart would squeeze painfully and I would force myself to open my eyes, breathe, before it gets too much.

           I don’t eat too much anymore. But when I don’t eat, I feel my collarbones and I remember you saying you liking them, wanting to plant thousands of little flowers on them, and then I hate them again. I hate myself, I hate how I couldn’t have treated you the way I should have. I hate how I only have myself to blame for this pain.

           The shaking and the hysterics are over. That was yesterday. But today is only salt rivers and exhaustion and just miss. It’s such an odd feeling, the feeling of missing someone. It’s an ache in your soul, a hole in your heart, a rock in your stomach and a plunge in your chest. How could the feeling of not having something feel so full? How could not having someone feel like you’re wrapped in that very emotion, like you reach out and the air pulsates with miss.

69. “We need to talk.”57. “Just get home as soon as possible, okay?”

Warning: Explicit Content

The article you saw on your phone was the absolute last straw and it took nearly all of your willpower to smile through the last set of photos and not break down. You knew that it was inevitable. Models were always scrutinized and there were constantly so-called fashion critics who seemed to know better and had the sharp tongues to pass along their belief.

The latest article was one of doubt, doubt that you could be the new leading face for a global brand because you had just started in the industry and wasn’t considered a universal beauty. You had unique features that worked well with clothing and a bright smile that seemed out of place on the runway but had still had the fashion designers fawning all over you, desperate to have someone different represent them. 

And yet, despite all this, being a newbie and being different meant that you often got the cold shoulder from your colleagues and disbelieving smirks from photographers whenever you made a minor mistake. Normally, you used your optimism and self-confidence to make it through the difficulties but today has been particularly awful.

You spent the whole day going from shoot to shoot, almost running late because the photographers decided to change their schedules and conveniently “forgot” to tell your manager. By the time you arrived, you had been subjected to berating comments and justified anger. To make matters worse, you couldn’t find the right size clothing and had to resort to shoots that required artistic covering. 

The busy day passed in a blur and you forgot to have lunch, only eating when your assistant shoved an apple in your hand. The article came out right in the middle of a particularly difficult shoot and immediately, on set, someone had passed it out, subjecting you to obvious ridicule. 

There was a ping and a notification lit up your screen. “Baby, we need to talk.” You didn’t know why but the text from your boyfriend had your stomach sinking and you tossed your phone in your bag, fearing the worst.

When finally, the cameras were off and you were changed into your normal wear, you had the courage to pick up your phone only to see three missed calls. What could be so urgent that Jeonghan had to call you this many times?

“Hello?”

“Oh thank goodness,” and all was better when you heard the relief evidence in his voice. It mustn’t be anything too terrible if he was worried about you. “I was on the computer, all excited to read the new article, and I’m so angry at what they said about you. But I’m just worried that you’re going to take it too hard.”

“So you read it too,” you responded thickly. The unshed tears clogged your nose and made your voice hoarse. It was too painful to say more.

“Love, you know that you were chosen by the stockholders of the brand, and who else wants to make more money than them? If they didn’t think you would be making them money, would they choose you? Besides, I love you, and even if you don’t have the high cheekbones and the thin lips, or whatever, I still love you. You’re still the most beautiful woman in the world to me and I can’t wait for the whole damn world to see.”

Shortly into his soliloquy, you were already crying. There really was nobody else better in this world than Jeonghan. Suddenly, all you wanted was to be in his arms again and have him shield you from the world’s ugly gaze with his strong arms and soft kisses. 

“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?” You sniffed an assent and blew him a kiss. It took a few deep breaths to calm down and you patted at the tears on your cheeks, willing them to dry before he saw you.

Jeonghan had candles and your favorite cinnamon buns on the counter when you walked in. You inhaled deeply and he picked one up and brought it to you. “I figured you haven’t eaten yet so take this for now. I ordered take out.”

You bit into the sweet treat gratefully and he watched you devour it before taking your hips in his hands and placing a chaste kiss on your lips. “Mmm, so sweet. Come, lets take a shower and get you all de-stressed.”

He had set up a warm bath and you slid into the water only to have him kneel behind you and bring his hands to your shoulders. “Join me?”

Jeonghan chuckled and placed a kiss on the nape of your neck. “I still have to get the food.” 

You let out a slight pout but closed your eyes and allowed him to pamper you. His fingers kneaded at the knots on your shoulders and traveled down your back and towards your breasts. You twisted your head to kiss him and he chuckled, letting you brush your lips across his jaw and his cheeks as he continued to touch you gently. 

A deep heat was building up in you and you shifted in the water, desperate for more. The rude vibration from his phone on the sill of the bathtub interrupted you and you sighed as he pulled away. “Food’s here. Do you want to rinse off and join me?”

He gave you a lingering smile as you pouted up at him but nodded anyway. Jeonghan chuckled and blew you a kiss. “I’ll see you downstairs, babe.”

Moments later, you slid on a robe and joined him in the dining room. He had an array of pasta and soups spread and you looked for the salad but he tsked. “Definitely no healthy food today. It’s all about self-care tonight.”

You let out a bright smile as you dug into the carbonara, enjoying for the first time that day, the warmth of food. “Thank you, Jeonghan.” 

He clinked his glass of white wine at you and winked. “Of course, sweetheart. Anything for you.”

After the food has been cleared, you stretched your arms out towards him and he chuckled as you made your way over. You engulfed him in a hug and placed your head against his shoulders. The steady beating of his heart calmed you and you stifled a yawn. 

“Tired already?” You looked up at him to see him with a slightly raised eyebrow and an amused grin dancing across his lips. 

“Not particularly, just happy.”

“Good, that’s the point.”

Memories of what was supposed to happen earlier lingered in your mind and you placed a kiss against his chest, kissing until you found his nipple through his thin shirt. Your hand reached down to palm him and you smiled happily at the groans leaving his mouth.

Taking greater liberty to reach down his pants and stroke him, you pressed closer and felt his grip tighten around you. “Alright, let’s get you to bed, you little vixen.” He picked you up and you jumped into his ready arms, allowing him to carry you down the hallway to your bedroom.

The moment your back hit the bed, he was on top of you, removing his shirt and tugging at his sweatpants. You undid the belt of your robes and he moaned at the sight of you. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed his soft kisses and gentle touches on your skin. Just as he pressed a kiss to your pulse point, you opened your eyes and looked at him. “Jeonghan, fuck me please. Hard.”

At first he seemed surprised, probably wanting to pamper you to end off the day. But at your request, he smirked and sucked harshly on your neck, hard enough to hurt but not quite enough to leave a telling mark. His hands parted your thighs easily and he settled himself between you.

He ran the tip of his cock up and down your folds, pressing into your clit and watching you arch your back. Your lips opened and he pulled you up onto your knees and he grabbed onto your hair. “Suck.”

You whimpered around his cock, desperate for more. You ran your tongue over his head and licked a line down his shaft, taking more of him in as you went. When he finally hit the back of your throat, you let out a moan and his grip on your head became tighter. Jeonghan gave you a few minutes to adjust before thrusting his hips into your mouth, allowing his cock to hit the back of your mouth each time. 

You swallowed a little, gagging and choking, but desperate for more. Your legs spread and the hand that wasn’t steadying you against his hips went between them to touch yourself. You were so wet that sliding in two fingers at once wasn’t difficult.

He watched as you touched yourself and sucked him off, the tears running down your cheeks and the shivers of pleasure and kept whispering praises. The compliments boosted your confidence, long trod on in the industry you were in, and you brought your fingers to his mouth, wanting him to clean you off.

He laid you down gently and complied. You watched his tongue swirl around your fingers and desperately wanted his tongue on you. “Baby,” you whimpered. Jeonghan knew exactly what you wanted but wanted to hear you. “Can you eat me out?”

He let out a hum of satisfaction and inched down to suck on your clit. He lapped at your juices and brought two fingers into you, widening them to spread you out. You gasped from the pleasure and was soon cumming on his tongue and fingers, your hands buried deep into his hair and back arching off the sheets.

After you shook and tried to pull away, he chuckled and wrapped your legs around his waist. He slid inside you easily and, remembering your request, started thrusting into you hard. You let out tiny screams as the sensitivity from your previous orgasm and the beautiful pleasure of every thrust had the desire burning in the pit of your stomach again.

Jeonghan was merciless, taking you from behind and grabbing your hips to steady you as he plowed into you. You buried your head into the pillows, needing the release. He bit a mark into your shoulders and you clenched around him, desperate for one more orgasm.

When he had you on your back again, his thumb found your clit and you cupped his face. “Cum inside me,” you told him, wanting to feel him fill you and to be filled with every part of him.

“Fuck,” he let out a tiny groan and rubbed at your clit, eager to have you come undone first. When you began to shake and whine, he gave a few more rapid thrusts before stilling and moaning. He placed a hand on your stomach and rubbed you as he filled you and your eyes fluttered closed.

He gently laid on top of you and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him to you as he stayed inside you. “I love you,” you whispered, blessed to have him.

31. “I haven’t slept in ages.”62. “If you can’t sleep… we could have sex?”

Warning: Explicit Content

You stretched a little, trying to straighten out the knots in your back. Your mind was wildly alert and all you wanted to do was be able to shut it down and welcome the warm embraces of sleep. Your breath was erratic and you twisted your blanket in your fingers, hoping to find a position that would be comfortable enough to lull you to sleep. 

This was already the fifth day in a week of sporadic sleep and you weren’t sure you could be able to continue to function at this rate. The more you tried to count sheep, think of the stillness of a pool of water, the more your brain wanted to paint wild colors.

The front door clicked open and your heart rate rose in anticipation. The exhausted part of you wanted to groan because the last thing you wanted was to have your boyfriend see you this grumpy. But the restless part of you had you open your eyes when he gently pushed open the door to the bedroom.

At first, you knew he was being quiet to not wake you up. His footsteps were almost soundless as he crossed the room to the bathroom. Your heart warmed to see that he closed the door before turning on the lights, only to open the door a few moments later to grab a change of clothes.

“Babe,” he whispered when he saw that you were staring at him. He walked over to you and dropped a kiss on your forehead. “Did I wake you up?”

“Can’t do what was already done,” you mumbled, already comforted by his warm scent. Minghao chuckled a little and brushed his lips against your cheek.

“Let me go wash up and then we’ll sleep, okay?”

You were reluctant to let him go but decided that the sooner he was done, the quicker you could have him all to yourself. The traces of insomnia didn’t leave you and you yawned a little painfully as you tried to find in yourself the ability to let go and sleep. 

After what felt like hours but really was thirteen minutes according to the clock by your bedside, Minghao finally came out, bringing with him the leftover steam and scent of body wash. 

He climbed onto his side of the bed and reached for you immediately. You pulled away a little, whining, “Too warm.” Even though he hadn’t put on a shirt, the high temperature of his shower had remained stamped on his skin and it made you even more uncomfortable.

“Sorry,” he laughed and waited for you to come back to his arms again. “How have you been the last few days? Did you miss me?” Never mind the fact that the two of you talk every day. He always wanted to know how you were.

“I haven’t slept in ages,” you complained. 

He made a small noise of sympathy and gently traced the dark circles under your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing in particular. It just feels like my brain is running at a faster speed than I would like it to and it hasn’t been allowing me to properly fall asleep.”

Minghao planted another kiss on the top of your head and rubbed your back. “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex.”

Your heart sped up in anticipation even though you only looked up at him. “Are you serious?”

“Of course. I haven’t seen you in a week. Do you know how much I missed you?” His lips were by your ear and his thumb still tracing patterns onto your back. But his other hand was straying to your hips and to the hem of your shirt. 

You should be sleeping. But the idea of falling asleep because of the orgasm that Minghao was bound to give you sounded better and you slid your leg between his. Your mouth found his and you nibbled on his bottom lip before taking a deep breath and opening your mouth in a sigh. His tongue found yours and he deepened the kiss as his slender fingers slipped down your shorts and rubbed against your underwear.

The kisses muffled the soft moan that escaped from you as he gently pressed against your clit and stroked you through the thin fabric. You could feel yourself get wet and he was hard against you and all you could think about was his scent in your nose and how warm it was in his arms. 

You pulled away briefly to allow him to tug your shirt over your head and then his mouth was latched onto a nipple and you were arching and pressing against his lips and his fingers as he started to stroke your flesh, slowly sliding a finger between your folds. Unconsciously, your legs fell open and he placed a hickey on your thigh.

“Hao,” you whined. It was the dead of summer and you were going to wear shorts.

“Relax, baby,” he whispered, not missing a beat as he hooked his finger through your panties and dragged them down to expose you to him. His tongue wasted no time licking and tapping at your clit. A low groan fell from your lips as he slipped a finger into you. The stretch was not enough and you widened your legs more, encouraging him to put more into you.

Sweat slid down your forehead as he pinned you down with his forearms and continued to tease your clit, occasionally adding another finger and curling them inside you. You were panting and desperately tugging at your own nipples, trying to stimulate the orgasm that seemed so hard to find.

“Sweetheart, you need to let go.” You’ve been so strung, so tight, that you realized you were slowly sucking his fingers into you and preventing Minghao from being able to pleasure you properly.

You took a breath and channeled all your energy to focus on the deep strokes and the curl of his tongue against your clit and finally, with a sigh of relief that was mingled with the slight cry of pleasurable pain, you came around him. He kept his head buried between your legs and you shook from the overstimulation.

He waited until you finally stopped moving to come up towards you. Immediately, you felt a wave of exhaustion hit you and you let him curl against your chest comfortably. In your hazy state, you wanted nothing more than to sleep under the warmth of his weight. But you could also feel his erection pressing against your thighs and you shifted, trying to get him between your legs.

Hello everyone! I'll be at KCon today to see Choi Seungcheol so definitely say hi if you want haha! Will most likely be hanging around the Food Court in Ktown.

83. “Enough with the sass!”91. “Tell me you want me.”

Warning: Explicit Content

This was nothing like how you pictured your reunion would be. You had pictured candles and petals and soft kisses. But instead, it was the dead heat of summer, the air conditioner had stopped working and you were both standing yards apart, staring at one another.

“Really?” Hansol’s voice cracked a little. “You haven’t seen me in a month and a half and all you’re concerned about is that I have a photo of my coworker on my phone?”

“Well who is she? I know all of your team and I’ve met them. So of course I’d wonder why of all the other members, you only have a photo of her in a field of flowers with her making a little heart on your phone?”

You had taken his phone and wanted to see the pictures from his business trip to Japan only to see that the very last photo was one of a beautiful woman, posing as if for her lover. The moment you saw the image, you had tensed and Hansol had turned to you, surprised to hear all the excitement vanish.

What had ensued was a circular and petty fight that had no true end or beginning. “But you told me you were going there for business!” “Well, that was exactly what the trip was for!” “Then who the hell is she?”

Never mind that he had told you a hundred times in the past thirty minutes that she was a coworker from their Tokyo office. What you really wanted to ask was why he would take that photo of her. It didn’t matter who she was. It only mattered that he was your boyfriend and taking such photos was only supposed to be reserved for you.

Hansol tousled his hair in frustration and threw himself across the couch. “I don’t know why you’re so upset.” He said it in the deadpan tone he usually used when he was tired of the arguments and was inches away from shutting himself down and away.

Your chin wobbled as you swallowed. “Why were you taking photos of her? They seem like such intimate photos.”

“She found out that I liked photography and said she needed some photos to send to her boyfriend. They’re doing long distance.” He looked at you and you sniffed, feeling annoyed that he could have said this simple explanation from the start. “And I should have deleted the photo, but it was really nicely composition and I just wanted to keep it as a sign of my improvement.”

The ridiculousness of your entire argument hit you and you doubled over laughing and still crying the vestige of your tears. Hansol looked alarmed and he came over the coffee table to hold you. “I’m sorry.”

You wiped at your eyes and kissed him in silent apology. His hands spanned your back and you tugged on his shirt, desperate to turn the atmosphere into the one you had imagined. His lips molded over yours as he stumbled into your much cooler bedroom. His fingers tugged down the straps of your tank top and you sank onto the cool fabric of your freshly turned-down sheets.

The flower petals that you had strewn across previously stuck to your body and he laughed as he kissed you. “Hmm, maybe I can take some photos of you in another field of flowers.” His eyebrow quirked a little as his eyes twinkled with mischief. 

You giggled as his hair tickled your throat. Your palm rubbed along the outline of his erection as you couldn’t help but say, “Or you can ask your coworker to be your model.”

In retaliation, he nipped at your throat. “Enough with the sass. She’s taken.”

“And so are you,” you reminded him as you widened your legs and yanked on his belt. He hummed against your breasts as his fingers slipped past your shorts and between your folds. “That I am.”

Your hands went from his belt, up his torso as he kissed his way down your body. They sank into his damp locks and he pulled your pants down your leg. He let out a tiny groan and you tugged his hair back so that you could look at him. “Tell me you want me. Only me.”

You saw the corner of his mouth turn up into a small smile of resignation. “I want you. Only you.” Satisfied, you dropped your hand so that he could return to his ministrations between your legs. 

With every lick of his tongue, you let out a tiny groan. One hand held your folds apart so that he could suck on your clit better. The other reached up to cup your breast. You planted your foot against the bed to bring yourself closer to him. Your eyes closed to better feel the different sensations of his tongue flicking against your sensitive bud, his fingers curling up inside you and his thumb brushing your perk nipple. 

He had you shaking and jerking away from him in a matter of minutes. You panted as you slid further up the bed, away from him and Hansol gave you a tiny smirk as he kissed your thighs and your stomach, grinning at the spasms of your muscle as you whimpered in sensitivity.

29. “How is my wife more badass than me?”40. “The kids. They ambushed me.”

You came home and saw utter chaos. There were crayon strewn drawings everywhere, books scattered on the floor and the leftover vestiges of what must have once been a pillow fort piled near the sofa. The only thing that made you pause was how quiet it was in the house.

“Seungcheol?” You called out softly as you rounded the corner to peer into the empty kitchen. You padded down the hallway and saw that the door to your children’s rooms were both halfway closed and judging from the dim light, they were fast asleep.

When you neared your room, you heard the shower running and smiled to yourself. It was rare for your husband to spend a day along with the children and clearly the aftermath was as you expected.

You turned the knob of the bathroom door and carefully swung it open just in time for the water to turn off. Seungcheol slid open the glass door and it was a testament to how tired he was that despite being completely undressed in front of you, he made no innuendo. Instead he raised an eyebrow slightly as he nodded in acknowledgement.

“Hey.”

You took the towel and wrapped it around him before pressing yourself against his dripping chest. “You look exhausted.”

His arms came around you so that he could rest his chin on your shoulder. You didn’t mind that your blouse was getting soaked. “The kids. They ambushed me.”

Clucking your tongue, you pulled away to grin softly at him. “You make it sound like you’ve been to war and back.”

“I have,” he took your hand and led you out to the room. “I swear they’re always so well behaved when I come home. But today it was like they were unleashed.”

You sat on the bed and watched him drop the towel to pull on his pajama set. “Baby, can you stay home with me tomorrow? I don’t think I have the energy to do one more day alone.”

“Choi Seungcheol,” you scolded, “these are your children you’re talking about.”

“I know, and I’m just a tired, defeated dad. I need my co-captain to help me get them in line.”

You held out your arms and allowed him to climb into your embrace. “What did they do?”

“Junyoung wanted to play forts and war which was all fun and games until he accidentally knocked a pillow into Jaelyn’s face. Obviously that prompted a time out and quiet time coloring before the sugar high from rice kicked in.”

Your eyebrows raised automatically. “Rice?”

Seungcheol laughed a little and shifted so that you were tucked into his chest. “Well, maybe they had ice cream.”

“Was this before or after dinner?”

He hummed, the low vibrations rumbling in his chest. “I’d rather not say.”

Despite your words, you hugged him tighter. “Then I’d have to declare that you did this to yourself.”

“I couldn’t help it! You don’t understand. Jaelyn’s eyes when she’s begging for something is exactly like yours when you want me to do something, and I’m just absolutely putty in her hands.” 

You laughed and placed a kiss against his shirt. “Tomorrow, I’ll show you how it’s done.” 

Sure enough, the living room the next night was the epitome of familymagazine  perfection. Your two children were sitting on the floor, surrounded by their coloring books, cozy in their matching pajamas. Seungcheol and you were holding one another on the couch, looking through photos your friends had sent of their vacation.

He placed a kiss on the top of your head. “How is my wife more badass than me?”

“Because I’m not out to spoil my children rotten.”

The kids, upon hearing the quiet murmurs of their parents’ conversation, abandoned their drawings to curl against your warm bodies. You shifted so that they could have room and chuckled at how they fought to have sole possession of Seungcheol’s chest.

“Children, there is more than enough of daddy to go around.”

Seungcheol was laughing as he settled both squirming bodies between his arms and pouted slightly when you slipped away to lie next to him instead. “I can fit you too,” he protested.

You pressed against his back and stroked your children’s hair. “Hmm, maybe you can save that spot for the baby.” You said it idly but his ears immediately caught on.

“Baby?” And despite the difficulty, he still managed to turn his head to look at you.

4. “I’m too sober for this.”12. “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

The music was much too loud and bass-like for his taste. The moment he stepped in, the heat from the many bodies hit him like an unpleasant wave and he almost wished he could be outside in the freezing cold instead. Wrinkling his nose, Mingyu used his height to his advantage as he maneuvered around the jumping bodies.

“Hey, man, you made it!” He raised his hand to absent-mindedly high five a very drunk and giggly Soonyoung but his eyes were searching the room for someone else instead. “Looking for your girlfriend?”

“Yeah.” The inquiry immediately snapped him back to attention. “Have you seen her?”

Soonyoung giggled and slung his arm awkwardly around Mingyu’s shoulder. “Man, you are fucking whipped. Didn’t you two come together?”

It was clear that the dancer had no idea where she was so Mingyu carefully slid out of his grip. “Alright man, you have fun. I’ll keep looking.”

How in the world the one-story house could fit half the class was a mystery to him. It seemed that everywhere he looked, he saw familiar faces but not the one he was looking for.

“Gyu, come grab a drink with Hyung.” Seuncheol shoved a beer into his hand and Mingyu had no choice but to take a swig.

“Listen, have you seen my girlfriend? She said she was headed here.”

“Yeah,” Seungcheol gestured wildly into the space before them. “She looked pretty trashed. I kept asking where you were but she wouldn’t answer.”

Mingyu sighed. “Where did you last see her?”

“Dunno man. Probably in the dining room, by the beer pong table.”

Of course. There was no quicker way to get drunk than drinking games. “Thanks.” Mingyu raised his bottle in a toast before making his way past the kitchen to where a rowdy crowd was cheering and whooping at the players. He peered over their heads easily but didn’t see her.

At this point, it almost seems like she was deliberately hiding from him. He didn’t quite blame her. They had had an argument because she forgot to separate the washes and now all of his best sweaters were two sizes too small. It had been a dumb argument but now he wanted to find her to apologize. He also knew that a sad girlfriend plus alcohol was never the best mix.

“Gyu! She’s right here!” Soonyoung was waving both arms wildly from the living room. Mingyu made his way over and looked around in confusion.

“Where?”

“Shh,” Soonyoung placed a finger by his lips. “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

“Oh for goodness’ sake,” Mingyu muttered. “I’m too sober for this.”

Carefully, he peered over the couch and saw his beloved curled in a ball, crying. She was rocking back and forth and he extended a hand to her. “Sweetheart, it’s okay, let’s go home.”

She peered up at him and he winced. Her mascara had smeared all over her cheeks and her nose and cheeks were blotchy from crying. “You’re still mad at me,” she wailed and he flattened himself against the couch, trying to get closer to her.

“No, babe, I’m not. I came all this way to get you. Let’s go home, okay? We can always buy more sweaters.”

“It’s all my fault,” she hiccuped. “I didn’t realize I put in the sweaters and hit the hot wash.” Another fresh wave of tears welled up in her eyes and he gently took her by the hand.

“No, no, come up. You get to pick out new sweaters okay? We’re going to go home now and get you cleaned up, okay, love?”

Slowly, she stood up and wobbled out from behind the giant piece of furniture. “Y-you’re not angry anymore?”

Mingyu sighed. “Of course not. Come here, sweetie. Let’s go.”

She stumbled into his arms and he breathed a sigh of relief. Sometimes it was harder to placate her but she must have stopped drinking a while ago. Mingyu wrapped her in his jacket and looked at the pile of coats on the hallway dresser and hook in disdain. It would be a nightmare to find hers. After tossing a few on the ground, he found her jacket and wrapped it around her. “Alright, let’s go. Can you walk or do you want me to carry you?”

“Carry,” she mumbled, her hands gripping his jacket lapel and lips latched onto his neck.

Mingyu chuckled. “Alright, here we go.” He squatted to lift her by the legs and held her princess style. “See you later, man,” he nodded at Soonyoung, who had followed them to the door.

“You sure you don’t wanna stay for another beer?”

46. “It was a joke. Baby, I swear.”83. “Enough with the sass!”

Warning: Explicit Warning

“It was a joke. Baby, I swear.”

You stared at your boyfriend and wondered what in the world had made him think that saying the name of the girl who always flirted with him in the office while the two of you were making out was a good idea. 

Joshua tried to appease you by pulling you close to him and kissing you but you dodged out of the way, already grabbing the blankets to wrap around your body. You eyed his skewed button down and the obvious hard on his boxers did not hide. “Yeah? Well, your dick’s a joke too,” you muttered childishly.

“What did you say?” In a flash, the laughter was gone from his face. He got on his knees onto the bed and started to move towards you. “Say it again. To my face.”

“Your dick’s a joke.” You eyed him irritably. The previous prank he had played didn’t amuse you and you weren’t about to back down. You knew he only did it because you had been griping about how you hated the way she would look at him and he was trying to tease you but some things just weren’t funny. 

His teeth sank into his bottom lip and he gave you a casual smirk. “Really?” His hand reached into his boxers and you watched the fabric tent as he stroked himself. Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but whimper. The previous make out session had already turned you on and you were already half naked and now you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside you.

“I don’t know what she’s been telling you at work. Maybe you can get her to suck on it instead. I can barely feel it even when it’s in my mouth.” You had a bad habit of letting your temper run your lips. 

Oooh, the growl that left Joshua’s mouth had you weak. He gripped your hair and pulled your head towards his crotch. “Enough of the sass! You’re always such talk. Open your mouth.”

He pulled down his underwear and your mouth opened automatically despite whatever intention you had otherwise. The moment he was between your lips, his fingers were tugging at your hair, lifting you on and off his cock. You widened your jaws and tried to relax your throat but gagged each time he hit the back of your mouth.

“Not so wordy now that you’re stuffed with my cock, are you?” he breathed heavily. His eyes focused on where his length disappeared past your swollen lips and you flickered your gaze upwards at him. Joshua’s lips were curled back and he grunted as he fucked your face. 

You tried to formulate words, a syllable anything but couldn’t speak past the saliva and his dick. “That’s more like it,” he smirked. You saw his stomach ripple as he held you down, a salty substance streaming down your throat as he released in you with low curses.

When you swallowed every last drop, you pulled off and gasped, grabbing at your throat. You coughed and wiped away at the tears that formed from the gag reflex. He whipped off the blanket that had fallen past your waist and crawled between your legs. 

AAAHHH

adghajhga thank you so much sweetheart

29. “How is my wife more badass than me?”72. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

The man in front of you was trembling. His henchmen were crouched next to him, looking furiously between the barrel of your gun and their shaking boss. 

“If you ever try to trash talk my husband again,” you barked through clenched teeth, “you can say goodbye to ever using that mouth again.” 

The door behind you opened and you heard a slight intake of breath. “Baby, they’re my guests.” You let go of the trigger, turned on your heel and went to stand by the man who just walked in.

Jihoon’s hand came up to hold yours for a brief second before he looked at the three men before him. “Gentlemen, take a seat. I’m afraid my hospitality today was a little lacking.” But the smirk and wink he sent your way told you otherwise. You kept your gaze forward, alert for any slight movement.

The negotiations went a lot smoother after that. The men clearly understood where Jihoon’s reputation came from and a deal was reached quite swiftly. Through it all, you kept a stoic look on your face. It was only later, in the comfort of your room, that you finally relaxed.

“How is my wife more badass than me?” You couldn’t help but grin at your husband’s praise.

Jihoon came up behind you and kissed your shoulder. His hands wrapped around your waist and came to rest at your stomach. “Couldn’t help it. They said something insulting and I just got so angry.”

“I know, baby. But I have so many more methods to get back at them. That, and you now have to be so careful.” His palm rubbed against your skin and you pouted slowly.

“I’m going to miss being by your side all the time.”

“Yeah, but you’ll be here, taking care of yourself before our little baby is born. Isn’t that better?”

“No,” you responded. “What if someone says something bad about you again and I won’t be there to make sure they learn their lesson?”

Your husband let out a deep chuckle before kissing your cheek and taking you by the hand. “Darling, trust me. I have a lot more methods up my sleeves.”

As much as you wanted to remain composed, you were scared, and in excruciating amounts of pain. Despite the midwife’s reassurances that this was very much normal and how it was for all women giving birth, you hated the feeling and wondered how you could undergo copious amounts of pressure only to buckle now.

It didn’t help that a last minute mission had meant that you were stuck in labor alone. He had especially ordered Seungkwan to stay by your side and to keep you in the loop. But as he wasn’t family, the nurses had made him stay outside. 

“Alright, honey, deep breaths. You’re still dilating. We’re going to start counting the contractions, okay?” You nodded and gripped your blanket tightly, desperately wishing it were someone else’s fingers instead.

The torture felt like it lasted for an eternity. Later, you realized only two hours had passed before Jihoon came rushing in. He was still throwing on his scrubs over his outerwear and your eyes blurred with tears. The worried shackles around your heart broke and when the scrubs were securely tied, he slid onto the stool and inserted his hand into yours.

“How’s the mom-to-be?”

“Better,” you mumbled. You let out another groan of pain and he quickly placed ice chips by your mouth.

“I heard these help,” he said, a little frantically. His brows were furrowed and you could smell a little faint whiff of blood and wondered if it were yours or his.

“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

“O-okay,” and he did. It wasn’t a bright, carefree smile, but a little awkward but it made you feel better. Another wave of pain hit you and you heard the nurse pat your legs.

“Baby’s crowning. Come on, just breathe steadily, and push. One, two, three.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Jihoon looking towards the end of the bed and saw him smile and kiss your knuckles in encouragement. You breathed, and pushed, and there was a ripping feeling but also one of absolute relief and exhaustion and you heard your son greet the world with his first cry.

“Perfect,” Jihoon announced, as he coddled the swathed baby. His eyes shone with happy tears and you slowly came out from your dazed slumber.

“Not so tough for a mafia boss,” you whispered.

He chuckled and sat down, carefully holding out the baby so you could see. “Like I was telling him, he has one badass of a mother, so he should watch out. I’m letting you do all the disciplining.” You giggled and reached out for your son. “Thank you, sweetheart.”