channie’s gal

whispering i miss yous and i love yous, he technically had his hands everywhere; making sure you’re really there, it’s really you whom he’s hugging after a dreadful week. you gently scratched his nape to reciprocate the love he’s currently giving while humming since it’s been a while since you feel this content. well, he would’ve clung onto you for an extra 5 minutes if only you didn’t push him off and screamed in his ear telling how he is still in outside clothes and you just showered.

“do you not miss me?” he furrowed his brows and pouted, an act that made you want to smooch the living daylights out of him.

“i do, but you have to shower min. you’re smelly,” which was a lie, you’re perfectly aware of his blue de chanel perfume lingering around the room – he can see right through it.

“fine, I’ll go shower. with one condition, you’re accompanying me,” he smirked, knowing quite well you’ll do it.

you scoffed in reply and headed straight to the bathroom, preparing everything needed for him, there’s no way in hell you’re gonna shower again, water bills are expensive. you opted drying your hair, since it’s still wet from the shower you had.

while he was showering, he managed to tell you all about the meeting and the fact that he got a week off due to his amazing presentation. times like this are times you most cherish, it’s not something as extravagant as having sushi in the most expensive restaurant there is nor something as fun as going to the amusement park. but times like this, are where the two of you can take a break from the real world, not having to hide from anyone; being vulnerable with one another.

hopping out of the shower wearing a robe, he grabbed your hairbrush. confused, you only tilted your head and furrowed your eyebrows in the mirror. he turned you around and grabbed both of your hands, only for him to place it around his neck. then, he brushed your hair while looking at you like you were the most beautiful human to every exist in the world – which was true, but he’s too prideful to admit that. putting down the hairbrush, he stroked your hair a few times while looking at you with those lovestruck eyes. you swear you could see the love swimming through his eyes, cupid must’ve been happy it got it’s job done.

deciding to continue with your hair serum, he chose to not take part in that as he knew how much you love your hair products. considering on whether to disturb you or continue to stare his one and only while doing his routine, he chose the latter.

“quit staring,” after a few minutes of him looking at you from the mirror’s reflection.

“and why would i?” he replied, while giggling, “i haven’t seen you in a week, i believe i get to stare as much as i want at my other half.”

you tried to suppress a smile, trying for a sulking expression. minho saw through you and immediately hugged you from behind, his hands on your waist and his head on your shoulder.

giggling, “come on now babe, don’t try to hide that smile.”

with no choice but to smile, you replied, “what’s up with you today, min? it’s not like you to be like this.”

heart so full of love it was about to explode, he resorted to kissing your cheeks, temple, everywhere his lips could reach. aiming for you lips, you saw through his intentions and turned your heads so your lips would meet. a kiss full of adoration, affection and warmth, if only breathing wasn’t mandatory, you’d never pull away.

“i love you, so much,” minho said, breaking away from the kiss the two of you just shared. feeling overwhelmed, you tried to keep your tears at bay. minho realized this and was quick to act on his feet, asking whether everything is okay.

you can only stare back at him with the same attraction and love he has been giving you for the past year you’ve been together. getting yourself together, you replied, “i’m okay, min. i love you too, much more than you can ever imagine.” feeling the heat creep upon his cheeks, he chose to bring you in a comforting hug, something the two of you missed and needed.

you buck up your hips to chase more friction from minho's fingers, earning a gentle slap on your cunt asking you to behave and you let out a sharp "ah" against his lips, one that he swallows with a bite as you immediately lower your hips back on the mattress.

minho might seem like he's teasing you by that, not wanting to give you what you want so soon, but the way his fingers pick up their pace tells you otherwise. he will give it to you, just doesn't want you to move.

soon enough you feel your high approaching, lips detaching from minho's as your moans get louder, hand now trying to jerk him off faster. your back arches, muscles convulsing as your orgasm now washes over you. but minho doesn't stop, he keeps rubbing tight circles on your pussy and helping you ride your high. but also soon pushing you into overstimulation, your hand that was on his cock now flying to grab a tight hold of his in attempt to make him stop.

but minho's close, your whines are fuelling his high and now he's missing your touch on him. so he's quick to reach down with his other hand to pump his length, the other still on you. the stimulation together with the sounds you're making for him and his own deep groans soon get minho where he wants, shooting his load all over his abs.

after he's done milking his cock dry, he removes both hands from between your legs, both just as messy and sticky with either of you's slick. your eyelids flutter back open once your breath steadies and upon landing your eyes in the sight, you find yourself instinctively reaching for the hand that was just on his cock, grabbing it with both hands before wordlessly licking it clean.

minho watches you, eyes scanning the way your tongue glides on his palm before trailing up to his fingers, sucking on them arguably longer than necessary. the sight makes him do the same, sinking his own fingers covered in your essence in this mouth, all while keeping eye contact.

you moan around his fingers before releasing them, all nice and clean, licking your lips right after. he mirrors your actions before speaking, "aren't you gonna clean up my abs?" he briefly glances down and you follow his gaze to his abdomen, milky ribbons glistening on his skin.

you think about it for a second, making minho chuckle at your cutely furrowed eyebrows before you look up at him again, shaking your head "wanna ride them."

"you didn't participate in releasing this cum so you don't get to feel it on your little cunt."

"i was sensitive!" you whine in protest, justifying why you let go of his cock earlier and making him have to jerk himself off instead.

"not my problem." minho shrugs and you just pout, giving up and settling on just licking and sucking them clean in a bit. which didn't seem that bad at all, you definitely weren't complaining.

"but you really can do the work for two huh." you start the conversation again, impressed by how versatile his skill can be. not only were his hands ridiculously attractive, he just had to be so good at using both of them.

"had to take matters into my own hands when my baby couldn't handle a few fingers playing with her pussy," he grins at you.

you pout, "not fair. i wanted to make you cum too."

"maybe next time."

"you always say that."

"well then try harder to catch up, pretty." he shrugs again, this time with a smirk on his face, knowing fully well what he did there and you glare at him, "asshole, you know i can't."

minho chuckles, "oh i do."

"but really," you fiddle with his fingers, "it's impressive how you can maneuver both of them just as well."

he gives you a wicked smile, "yeah? do you want me to show you what else i can do with both hands?" minho's tone is tentative, alluring, and you can't help your mind racing through all sorts of filthy thoughts.

"don't leave me wondering." you find yourself muttering, eyes not seeming to be able to leave his, completely bewitched by his mischievousness.