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She grabbed at the fabric sliding off her shoulders and attempted the impossible task of making his oversized shirt fit her frame. The cotton brushed against the skin of her thighs with every step. Underneath, her bare body was still humming with the contentment he’d gifted her a few hours ago. Contentment so blissful that she’d fallen asleep less than a minute after he growled her name into her neck. She couldn’t even remember how she’d gotten from sitting in his lap to being spooned under the covers, but she wished she could – just so she could have seen Heungmin’s face when he finally realized she was going to be spending the night.

She’d thrown his discarded shirt over her head and made her way down the hall when she heard the first disgruntled-Heungmin sound, the dawn light illuminating the vacant, but warm, sport beside her.

She rounded the corner and was met with a boxer-clad Heungmin looking though his pantry with undisguised disappointment. “Are you okay?” she croaked, her voice hoarse from a lack of use combined with residual strain from last night’s screaming.

He jumped in surprise and turned to her immediately, a smile breaking across his face as he saw her using his shirt as a dress. “Hello, my love. Sorry for waking you,” he apologized, teasing her gently.

“What’re you doin’?” she asked, her usual eloquence still not quite with her.

He let out a sorry laugh and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “I wanted to make you breakfast in bed, but my pancake mix was expired. I swore I just bought them though,” he rambled, muttering the last part to himself. He kept talking as she took in the sight of his five o’clock shadow emphasizing his jawbone, the same jawbone she’d affectionately lavished last night. “And then I thought I could make you some eggs, because you’re always cooking to keep me alive and this is all I know how to make.”

She started languidly walking towards him while he continued explaining his foiled attempt at romanticism. By the time she was at his side, she couldn’t resist temptation anymore, so she grabbed onto his arm and lifted herself up on her tip toes to kiss him.

However, she hadn’t had the opportunity to do this before without the added high of her heels, and she fell embarrassingly short of being able to reach his mouth, so settled to peck his chin.

He stopped mid-ramble and turned his head to the side to beam at her. Raising herself back onto her toes, she looked him in the eye and murmured, “Kiss me.”

The fact he had to noticeably bend over to kiss her while she was standing at her full height was not lost on her, but it faded to the back of her mind as his hands cupped her cheeks and drew her into him. They stayed like that until her toes burned and his neck presumably felt the mutual strain. She let her eyes flutter open slowly as she lowered herself back down, melting into the way his hand slipped under the shirt to rub up and down her back.

“Heungmin,” she repeated softly, reaching around him to switch the stove off with ease.

“Hmm?” he murmured, letting his face fall so he could kiss a trail down the curve of her neck.

“Come back to bed,” she requested, tugging on the waistband of his boxers playfully.

Waking up to the uncomfortable prickles of a shiver running rampant on her skin was by no means the way she wanted to be greeted in the morning. With a disgruntled sigh, she willed her eyes to open as much as possible to try and read the time. The clock on the bedside table read 7:35 am, a perfectly reasonable time to wake up and get ready for work, yet all she wanted to do was burrow deeper into the covers and slip right back into dreamland.

She honestly had no one to blame other than herself (and maybe even Sonny). She’d insisted that her boyfriend eat something before bed, and he’d retaliated by coaxing her to staying up way past both their usual bedtime hours. She’d charmed him with stories of her grandmother playfully wielding her slipper as a weapon against her siblings, her father travelling from Goyang to Seoul on a daily basis in an attempt to woo her mother, and a few more stories in an attempt to distract him from the weariness of the day. Of course, this meant that she’d lost track as the hours that slipped away in the quiet comfort of each other's voices, filling in the gaps that too often felt like chasms in their time together.

With the demands of his life, Sonny was like a fleeting gust of wind in the summer. It was a demanding lifestyle, one that he’d fought tooth and nail to achieve. Bearing this in mind, she never once asked him to devote more time than he honestly could on her. So when he could carve out time just for her, she treasured it, sleeplessness and all. His laughter was worth the countless yawns she’d have to endure at work (much to the amusement of her coworkers).

He was worth the loss of sleep.

Shifting underneath the covers, she focused her gaze on Sonny, dozing blissfully by her side. The sight of him, long lashes resting against the curve of his cheeks and his lips parted just slightly enough for a light snore to fill the silence, made the corners of her mouth tug upwards into an amused smile. He really was the epitome of innocence at moments of stillness, the sharp edges of a man put down by the events of the day lost in slumber. His arm was draped languidly over her waist, anchoring her close to his side in that tender and protective way he always did, even in his sleep. He always ran hot; the heat and weight of his limb was nothing short of grounding, reminding her that despite the chaos of his world they were each other’s anchors.

Yesterday’s match against Liverpool had been resoundingly intense, and the following drop in points on the Premier League table had taken a toll on him. She could tell that he was beyond exhausted. The performance could honestly be chalked up to the fact that half the starting team was in the depths of a medical nightmare. They’d lost, and yet Sonny blamed no one but himself. He felt raw, exposed, his mind a blend of misery and despair, haunted by the taunting boos and curses flung his team’s way from the fans in the stands. The bitter disappointment of the evening still clawed relentlessly at his dreams.

The unhurried flutter of the window curtains signalled the cool morning breeze intruding into her bedroom, but not even the chill of the breath of wind could wake the human furnace beside her. As she lay in silent envy of her boyfriend’s ridiculously gorgeous slumbering form - whilst wondering how best to shove him off the bed in the nicest way possible - her attention zeroed in on the open window.

The claws of another chill ran shivers up her spine, so she burrowed deeper into Sonny’s side, taking full advantage of the warmth he inadvertently provided. As if sensing her discomfort, his arm immediately curled tighter around her waist, though he remained in a state of blissful slumber. He must have been running through mental notes on the match though, because his muscles were tightly coiled as if ready to spring into action at any given moment. His breathing, in contrast, remained steady and constant, and she tried to match her own breathing to his rhythm. Maybe that would help lull her back to sleep.

Her eyelids fluttered as drowsiness quickly began to pull her back into its loving embrace.

If only she’d remembered to close the damn window before bed—

And suddenly her eyes were wide open as realisation slammed into her consciousness. She was not the window culprit. It was Sonny!

She hadn’t been in the room at the time, but she could easily picture it; him half-dazed, muscles screaming in protest, vision clouded with the weight of the match’s results, and then . . . the window left ajar, as if his mind couldn't quite handle the simple task with everything else loaded on his plate.

She couldn’t even feign annoyance even if she’d tried. He must have been truly drained to forget a task that he’d practically drilled into his routine. She took the time to appreciate the familiarity of his body pressed against his own, the rhythmic thump of his heart beat, the wonderfully mind numbing scent of vanilla and something so indescribably Sonny and the way her fingers travelled up to tangle his hair, eventually pulling him from his dreams.

Face twitching, long eyelashes fluttered against the pillow as his lips parted to inhale a sharp bout of air. Her fingernails scraped lazily across his scalp, the familiarity of the motion finally waking him from whatever remnant of sleep he had been lost in.

“Sonny,” she whispered playfully. “Did you forget about anything last night?”

He grumbled incoherently in protest, shifting a little to try and pull her closer, but she wiggled back just enough to keep him succumbing to the drowsiness. As if to prove her point, she jammed her icy toes into his knees. He immediately jerked, his forehead creasing as his eyes shot open at the surprise attack, no longer able to hang onto the last tempting tendrils of sleep. Sonny blinked, not quite seeing her through the thick haze of sleep. The half-conscious, and thoroughly puzzled, sleep-logged look he gave her honestly was adorable.

“Goodnight kiss?” He tried, voice rough with sleep and doing wonders to send an eruption of butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. His cheeky little smile carried the tilt of mischief she’d come to adore.

Shuffling forward to close the gap she’d created, Sonny pressed a kiss to the warmth of her cheek, taking a second to marvel at the immediate relief of tension from his shoulders. He could spend days in bed like this with her.

“The window, Son Heung-min,” she reminded him. “I’m freezing.”

His expression adjusted as a less than stellar joke dawned on him. “Ah,” he exclaimed thoughtfully. “I’m Heung-min.”

She really did resist the force of a tidal wave in order to stop her eyes from rolling to the back of her head, so chose to jab a finger into his shoulder instead. “Baby. The window.”

Sonny blinked, trying his best to assess her words the best he could after having just woken up, before craning his neck to pin his gaze on the confounded window. Clarity finally broke through as he smashed his face into the pillow and groaned to try and escape the responsibility. The corner of his mouth, however, quirked into a small apologetic grin. “I forgot. I’m sorry.”

“Mmm. You’re lucky I’m comfortable,” she teased lightly, combing her fingers through his hair and running them across the back of his neck, watching in delight as he shivered delicately under the cool touch.

Humming in agreement, he yanked her closer to his side and grabbed the sheet so that she couldn’t escape. “Can I close it in a minute?”

She raised an eyebrow, a gesture that he couldn’t see from having his face mashed into the pillow, but definitely felt in his bones. “I can feel you glaring at me ,” he mumbled as she laughed and kissed his shoulder. It was time to get up and get ready for practice anyway.

He released a groan that came from the depths of his chest, clearly not thrilled about leaving the comfort of the bed and his beloved girlfriend, but the glint in her eyes was inventive enough to get him in motion. At a snail’s pace, he pushed himself up, his bare chest exposed to the chill in the room (he’d shucked his hoodie into a corner of the room at some point in the night). His sweatpants hung delectably low on his hips, the fabric clinging to his frame in a way that left so very little to the imagination.

In that moment, she just laid there, still in the soft glow of the morning light, admiring him as he broke into a lazy jog to close the window. His muscles rippled with each movement—his broad shoulders, the small bruises adorning his hip and legs at whatever knocks he’d picked up on the field, the defined lines of his chest and abs, all sculpted from the harsh physicality of the life he led, a few of the endless challenges and unspoken battles on the pitch. There were scars—faded over the course of time—chiselled into his skin like a map of his past, each one a testament to the strength he carried, the price he paid to be the athlete he was now.

She never asked about them; they were a part of his past that he’d really rather not have experienced. Though they were reminders that the sport he played was at times more dangerous than expected, they never scared her. If anything, each scar made him more real… more human. More her Sonny than the beloved Son Heung-min captaining both a Premier League and National team.

Her heart practically swelled triple its size at the way his back muscles rippled when he yanked the window shut with a nimble touch before turning around. The chill no longer bit at her skin, and the air was significantly warmer. The warmth, however, wasn’t simply because of the window being closed. It was him. It has always been him.

Sonny’s lips, upon catching her gaze the moment he’d turned around, curved into his signature wide smile, completing missing the fact that she was ogling him like a tall glass of cool water on a sweltering summer day. “Better?”

“Yes,” she mumbled. “Thank you.” Her voice, still a little rough with sleep, caught in her throat as her eyes raked his figure. She was fighting an internal war to keep a raging blush from colouring her cheeks and setting her ears on fire.

His smile faltered at the way she’d been silently staring at him, mistaking the quiet admiration of his build for something else. Raising a hand, his fingers ventured across the five o’clock shadow on his face. “What? Drool on my face?” he asked, a touch of humour in his voice.

She shook her head. “No,” she said, much softer now, “just… you.”

Crossing the distance between the window and the foot of the bed, Sonny beamed down at her and scrunched his brows in question. “Me?”

Words couldn’t quite articulate how much she loved him, and she didn’t quite know how to get the message across without bursting into tears. “I love you,” she said simply, choosing to tell him the truth as it simply was.

He stood still, smile melting into something that read quiet contemplation as he studied the sincerity in her tone and eyes.

"You do?" he murmured, his voice a little raspier than usual, thick with untapped emotion. He rounded the corner to stand by her side and reached over, his hand brushing gently against the apple of her cheek, a gesture that seemed to speak volumes more than words could.

She nodded, her impish little smile still there, but now tinged with a softness that only he could extract from her core. "Yes," she whispered again, a little breathless at the unexpected intensity of the moment, "just you, Sonny."

The silence seemed to stretch for hours, though it was a glacial ten seconds at best. He studied her, his gaze deep and knowing, like he was searching for something in her eyes. And then, with a slight curve of his lips, he said it back, his voice so raw, so full of everything he usually kept hidden beneath multiple layers of humour and sarcasm.

“I love you.”

It was simple, but the way he said it—the way his fingers ghosted over her cheek before trailing down to cup the back of her neck, the way his gaze softened, like the weight and noise of the world didn't matter as long as she was there—made the words feel more real than anything. Then, slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her in a soft, lingering kiss.

When she pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, his breathing steadier now. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

“Yes, you do,” she countered, moving her hands from underneath the covers to rest on his shoulders. “And if you can’t believe that right now, then believe this: I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever.”

He didn’t respond with words this time. Instead, he wound his arms around her frame to pull her in, holding her like she truly was the only thing anchoring him to the world. And perhaps, for the time being, that was exactly what she chose to be.

They stayed like that for a while as the morning stretched on, ignoring the cries of the alarm that alerted them of the danger of running late for work. And honestly? The world could wait.

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In the hallway leading to their bedroom, Heung-min was practically skipping. He was also loud, more so than usual, his voice ricocheting off the walls and bouncing off the high ceiling. He was elated, practically demanding that their neighbours in the complex hear it as well, but this level of happiness at such a close proximity was borderline overwhelming.

Not overwhelming in a bad way, but a tidal wave of his affection, so she tried to move his hands from her waist as lightly as possible.

“Heung-min, you know that I can still walk, right?” she asked gently, trying so hard not to let a giggle break through her lips.

His hold on her waist remained firm as he walked behind to guide her in slow and purposeful steps. He hummed cheerfully and nodded in agreement. “I know.”

“Uh-huh, do you really?” she snorted, looking pointedly down at where the tips of his feet came into view between her own.

Playfully smacking his hands away to let them hover her hips instead, he couldn’t help but laugh as the ridiculousness of the situation slowly filtered into his head. “I know you can walk by yourself, but —”

“I’m pregnant, not terminally ill,” she reminded him with an arched brow.

Behind her, long limbs turned her own careful steps into a messy affair with him hot on her heels. The heat from his chest felt like she was pressed against a furnace, something that she never took for granted in the miserly weather of London. His palms, smooth and warm, slipped under the waistband of her pants to rub soothing circles into the flesh of her waist.

He was towering over her like a mother hen, encasing her in a protective shield to remind her that though she was more than capable on her own two feet, he was there to catch her at even the smallest hint of losing balance.

“Again, just pregnant, not terminally ill.”

Still, though Heung-min kept pace and somehow managed to inch even closer, as though he was trying to merge their bodies into one. “You know in some countries, they’re pretty much considered the same thing.”

She really had to stamp down the urge to roll her eyes. “Babe, we just saw the best doctor in London. I’m fine!”

Like words thrown at a brick wall.

Heung-min shrugged. “Hypertension.”

Having finally arrived at their bedroom, she plopped down on the bed and released a heavy sigh. Her husband knelt down in front of her, taking her hands into his own to press loving kisses into her palms.

For a moment, she remained quiet, having her fill of the closeness of his features. Her gaze walked over his skin, igniting a fire in the base of his spine, and she took her time. Then she leaned forward with a secret smile to press a quick kiss to the sunburn on the bridge of his nose. “What are you thinking about?” she asked.

He wiggled his brows.

“Pre-eclampsia.”

She had to cackle then, playfully shoving him away. “You’re so romantic.”

“It’s real!” He insisted, finally moving away to toss his wallet and keys onto his bedside table. “My love, it actually happens.”

Sensing that he was quickly losing his joviality, she gave him a gentle smile and walked over. “I know, but we have so much more time down the line to worry about that. I’m just six weeks in.”

Leaning up on her toes, her lips barely brushed his with the barest of touches, her hand running through his hair with purpose before pulling away altogether. “You don’t have to worry.”

Heung-min shoved his hands in his pockets as he leaned a shoulder on the doorway, admiring his wife and her body as though he could see beyond her clothes, beyond her skin. Every fibre of his being was utterly devoted to all of her, she could feel the tidal wave of devotion that flowed from his heart directly into her own, turning his arms into a safe haven for all her wayward worries and dreams.

“I know,” he said with a tilt of his head. “How can I not worry over the person I love the most?”

He reached out to take her hand and pull her up against him. His hands settled comfortably on either side of her waist and he took a moment to relish the feeling of the soft cotton of her shirt against his palms. They stayed like that for a few minutes before she was waddling out of the room with him pressed against her back like velcro, leading him into the empty room that had previously been saved as an office space.

It had a new, more wholesome purpose now.

Heung-min looked up at the ceiling and then his eyes moved down the walls and the doors before they finally landed on the floors, taking in the sleek oak. He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet. "Yeah, this is going to be a lot of work," he said. “Unless our baby is going to work in a corporate office the first day out of the hospital, we need to start planning out an actual nursery.”

“We’re going to have to decorate a nursery,” she hummed.

“…for a baby,” he mumbled into her hair thoughtfully. “Our baby.”

Oh.

It was happening.

Parenthood.

She twisted around to face him and found herself—not for the first time—overwhelmed by a heady mixture of giddy happiness and tender affection. That had been happening with a frequency as of late, but while her friends told her that she was still under the spell of being a newlywed, she suspected that it would always be the case when Heung-min was just so excited about the prospect of being a father. She reflexively tightened her grip on his hands, which drew his attention down to her. "We’re going to be parents," she told him.

He beamed down at her, lifting a hand to tuck some loose strands of her hair behind one of her ears and tipped his head to one side. "You’re going to be a mom.”

She smiled even wider and curled her fingers into the fabric of his shirt so she could hold him that much closer to her. "And you’re going to be a dad.”

He chuckled and the sound reverberated through his chest and into hers and to the very tips of her toes. She closed her eyes and tried to just soak him in as one of his hands threaded through her hair to hold the back of her head. Then the bow of his mouth pressed to her forehead.

She pressed her face into the fabric of his shirt and let out a long breath when Heung-min folded his long arms around her. She could practically hear the sound of their child somewhere off and away from the house and she couldn't help but smile to herself. Change had never much agreed with her in the past, but after changing her mind, a change of heart, and finally changing her surname she didn't think she minded it so much. She had someone to lay roots down with and hang onto through the worst of anything.

“No.” His response was instantaneous and very much final.

“I need to get up.”

“That sounds like a personal problem.”

His sass had one of her brows arch up, and she was sure she would've crossed her arms too had he not restricted her movement with his own—much stronger, might she add—limb. The man knew that her work schedule had been cleared for the entirety of December, and was determined to take this rare opportunity by the reigns.

Her lips parted—very much ready to have a go at him for the unwarranted attitude—when, instead of actual words, a light gasp left them; practically inaudible from how soft it was, but that didn't make what happened any less surprising.

His lips had found their way onto her neck, pressing soft, gentle kisses across the exposed area with an occasional—and very intoxicating—nip here and there. His arm, banded securely around her hip, pulled her closer to his side. The heat of it all practically flooded her vision with pink and she almost melted right in that very moment.

"Just a little longer," he muttered into her skin, lips making contact with the already hickey littered surface in a repeated pattern that shot tingles straight down her spine, "a month away from you was torture."

Work had forced her to return to Seoul for a good portion of November. She had, of course, missed Heungmin a great deal, but hadn’t been aware of how much he’d missed her until she had stepped past his threshold tonight only to be swept off her feet.

She genuinely couldn’t remember if he’d even managed to close the front door.

His hand slipped under her thin cotton t-shirt; cool palm resting against the flat of her stomach as he whispered sweet nothings into her ears in hopes of saving himself from a lecture–and she was afraid that it was very much working.

She was an absolute sucker for sweet moments like this.

But she was also recovering from a strenuous night, barely having gotten any sleep between multiple rounds of heaven sent pleasure. The man had been positively insatiable upon her return, and though this delighted her to no end, she was slick with sweat, peppered with hickeys, her legs felt like jelly and she wanted nothing more than a warm shower. The saccharine scent of sex was strong, and the air around them was stiflingly thick, despite the air conditioning being on full blast.

“Heungmin.”

“Hm?” His head tilted up, gaze focused on her with a sense of endearment only she was privy to receiving from him; the twitch of his lips showcasing his lovestruck smile in a show of vulnerability that, once again, only she had the pleasure of seeing on him.

His gaze was softened and practically swirling with that domestic love she knew he held for her; the one that would instantly ease all his muscles and have him actively seek her out just to hold her in his arms, to love on her like he always claimed she deserved.

When she didn't respond immediately, his grip tightened and he pulled her further into his side; to fit against him like she was meant to be there, like he was incomplete without her—and her, without him.

Ah, she was so stupidly weak to him when he got like this. Her hand reached up to brush cool fingers soothingly on the apple of his cheek.

“Aren’t you tired?” A valid question, seeing as though the man had only a few hours of rest between his match and her return.

“With you in my arms? Never.” His voice was soothingly calm, but when he propped an elbow on the pillow to look down at her, his eyes were blazing, pinning her to the spot. It raked over her appearance - the mussed hair, the love bites adorning the delicate curve of her neck, the rise and fall of her chest, the adorable flush of pink on her cheeks. The corner of his lips stretched to a wide grin.

When her hand dropped from his face, he was quick to catch it and press a kiss to her palm. He held it close to his heart. “Why?” He asked, knowing damn well the answer. “Are you tired?”

“…maybe.”

“Oh no! Rough night? Want to stay in bed a little while longer to recharge?”

She had to fight the urge to kiss the damn smirk off his face. He looked so damn pleased with himself.

“…okay fine,” she grumbled, “we can stay here a little longer.”

And then he was kissing her, his hands moving quickly to hook her legs around his waist and move her underneath himself. And suddenly, her arms and legs didn’t feel like jelly anymore. Instead, she’d felt as electrified—as if struck by lightning…only better. Much, much better. Because she couldn’t wrap her arms around lightning, or feel lightning’s heart skip against her own.

“Not for too long, we’ve been in bed for hours,” she protested weakly into the increasingly heated kiss. “I’m melting.”

“Mmm.”

“We have to eat.”

He pulled away to grin at her, a mischievous twinkle alight in his eyes. “Great idea,” he said. “Let’s do just that.”

Just when she was about to open her mouth to steer him clear of the inevitable course of action, he’d lunged straight for her neck to attack her with another fit of adoring kisses—ones that made her sigh in what she could only describe as contentment.

And then her t-shirt was back on the floor.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Heung-min is extremely conscious of your body, and especially mental state, after you’ve both come to completion. Sometimes, he pushes you really far in terms of scenes, or he’s just so pent up from the emotions of his most recent match that he is rough and demanding with his actions. His aftercare is very detailed, too. He cleans you up with the softest of touches, making sure there is no place that is still covered in his essence. He wipes you down with a warm, damp washcloth that isn’t too wet and at the perfect temperature to not send chills down your body. After that, he massages your sore joints in lotion and massage oils. While doing this, he leaves little kisses along your body, not to insinuate another round, but to just let you know that he’s there. That he has you, and that he loves you.  

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

In terms of him, he loves his arms. This stems from the fact that he really enjoys holding you during sex, loves having you against a wall, where his arms flex and hold you ever so tightly. This also leans into one of his kinks. Dependency. He loves that you can feel dependent on him, that you trust him enough to put yourself in what can be seen as a dangerous position. You trust him not to drop you. Also, in a less sexual aspect and more sensual, he just loves carrying you anywhere and everywhere. If he isn’t busy, the most likely thing to find him doing is just holding you in his arms. 

In terms of you, he finds everything about you staggeringly beautiful, but he is absolutely enamoured by your lips. He just can’t seem to get over the way they part ever so slightly when he first enters you, then the gap gets wider when hits that spot in you, it makes him feral. After a while, he just stares at them. He loves seeing them slick with spit, loves having them on him as well. To him, the feeling of your lips is something that not even the sweetest of nectars could compare to. When your lips connect, he swears he could come right there. It is such a euphoric feeling to him. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He has to see it spilling out of you. To him, having his release creaming around his cock because he’s filled you so well is such an ego boost to him. Knowing that you’ve let him come so much in you, that your body just can’t hold it anymore? It gets him so riled up and ready to go again. Of course, if you don’t want his cum in you for any reason, he’d also love coming on your stomach, loves the way you gasp every time he takes his cock from you. The head a dark red, begging to let his release out. The feeling of his cum leaving him, and landing on you, the person he loves the most? God, he just really loves it. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

While he’s on the road, he uses those sex toys that are basically a torso, you know the ones. He just gets so pent up being away from you, especially when he’s on international duty that he can’t help himself. When it gets late, and he’s left with his thoughts, he just goes to town on one of them. He’d never tell you this, as he finds it a bit embarrassing. But he quite literally creams the poor thing, thinking of you wrapped around him, your soft skin against his, your dainty arms wrapped around his wide shoulders. It just sends him basically ballistic in terms of his sexual desire for you. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Heung-min is experienced, but only in a fling situation I think. To him, you’re the first relationship he has properly taken seriously. So while he does know how to use his body, he has done the majority of his exploration with you. For him, being in such a stable relationship like the one he has with you, made him comfortable enough to actually experiment and not just participate in simple vanilla sex. So, to begin with, he was a bit clumsy in his actions, but so were you. You were both learning what you like together, what kinks you wanted to incorporate in your sex life. To put it simply, he was experienced and inexperienced at the same time. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His favourite position has to be missionary, as vanilla as it is. He loves having the emotional and physical connection that the position grants him, he can kiss you as much as he likes. He also loves how slow it can be, you can hold each other tightly, roam your hands over each other's bodies. It is a great de-stressor for him, it brings him back to reality, having you wrapped around him and arching your front into his fronts. A big pro for him, as well, is that he can easily take your breast into his mouth and suckle. He loves the intimacy of the act. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It depends, honestly. Sometimes, he can be silly, if he’s in a good mood, or if he’s trying to cheer you up. He won’t be overly goofy though, it would just be the occasional comment, an eskimo kiss here, a cheek bite there. Most of the time, though, he’s really serious. He wants to make sure you’re completely comfortable all the time, dedicating his being to your pleasure so he doesn’t tend to be silly. There are moments he is more serious than normal however, if he has pent up anger, or if he’s just tried because of the expectations thrown on him, he would retreat into your embrace, but it would be obvious he’s not in the mood for any jokes. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Given the fact that he’s a professional athlete, he’s bare under the arms and on his legs. He sometimes grows his stubble out, but it only lasts a few days before he shaves it all off again, so you really savour that carpet burn feeling of his stubble on the rare occasion that you do get it. In terms of his pubic area, I think he’s trimmed to the base, with a small patch of hair down there, so you don’t even really notice it even when you’ve swallowed him to the base and he’s kept you there to really savour the feeling of your mouth on him. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Heung-min is an extreme romantic in any occasion, and this obviously extends to your sex life. He has to have his hands and lips on you in some form, no matter the place or position. For him, he needs to be affectionate during sex, it heightens his arousal and gets him going even more, I feel. Nibbles on your neck, long deep kisses, hands cradling your head, fingers playing with your sensitive nipples, he’s always intimately affectionate during the act. He gets even more so when you’ve reached your peaks, he can’t help himself. Right while you’re climaxing he always feels the need to kiss you deeply, his tongue reaching inside your mouth and caressing yours, playing with it, and just feeling you in another way. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s really messy, like really really messy. He only masturbates while he’s away from you, so he’s unbelievably pent up with frustration that he starts and can’t bring himself to stop until he’s came at least 3 times, imagining that he’s filling you up, that you’re on his cock, and that it isn’t just his hand that he’s using to pleasure himself. He also really likes dragging himself to the edge and then denying himself an orgasm, times like these are when he doesn’t want to waste his cum on himself, he deems it only for you, so he denies himself until he can’t take it anymore and then he cums with such a force that it leaves him panting and almost mewling with pleasure. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

As he loves filling you up, feeling you stuffed full with him, it isn’t surprising he has a breeding kink. He loves the idea of just having you full of him, mewling and moaning on his cock, and the idea of having children with you? It sets him off even more, he absolutely loves the risk of it. Of course, he knows his plan as of right now, no children until retirement, but the idea gets him so riled up and excited. He can’t wait to start that next chapter, and it is very obvious given how much he pumps you full sometimes. More keeps coming even though there isn’t anywhere else for his release to go, so he ends up with a thick creamy ring around the base of his cock, and that just makes him want to fill you up even more. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s very traditional in the fact that he enjoys sex in the bedroom the most. He loves the comfort it provides both of you, having you safe and comfortable in his soft sheets and pillows is such a turn on for him. Having you cradled in the safety that he’s provided to you feeds his ego immensely. Of course, he’s also known for taking you against walls, but that’s when his need reaches uncontainable levels, when he controls himself, his destination is always the bedroom.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You can just look at him in a soft way and he’d become feral. Everything about you tends to get him going, but especially on special occasions when he sees you all dressed up, he sometimes doesn’t want to leave the house and just wants to spend the evening with you, at home, just giving beautiful bliss to each other. He also seems to really enjoy seeing you in lingerie, it’s almost like you’re a sensual present for him to unwrap. He loves tracing the lace as it cups your breasts, frames your hips, and he loves running his fingers over your panty covered entrance. Nights like that are the more messy ones.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

If there is one thing Heung-min definitely wouldn’t do it’s impact play. He absolutely loathes ever even entertaining the thought of giving you pain. He treats you like you’re a god and to him, hitting you with something is an absolute no go. He’s always receptive to experimenting, however this is the one thing he could never see himself doing. He much prefers being soft and sensual to you, not harsh and violent. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

While he loves when you swallow his cock, having your pretty lips stretched around his base always seems to get him going even more. He completely prefers having his mouth on your pussy, loves spending his time eating you out. He starts out slowly at first, soft kisses to your slit, and slow licks before he gets too excited and almost glues his face to your folds. He gets really messy too, a mixture of his saliva and your slick not only coating your inner thighs, but also his face. Heung-min just goes to town on you. Overstimulation is also something that happens all of the time, it comes from the fact that he can’t seem to bring himself away from you. You more often than not have to tug his hair to get him to come back to your face for messy kisses, instead of him having a feast on your core. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Heung-min is a real advocate for soft, slow, and sensual sex on his best days. He loves making you feel him, feel his motions, and feel his desire for you on an almost spiritual level. He finds it so much more romantic if you’re taking sex slowly, it lets him dedicate time to all of his favourite parts of you, being all of you. However, he has been known to go fast and rough on the odd occasion when he’s been pushed over the edge, either sexually or mentally. But he’ll always prioritise your comfort, no matter how fast he is going. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

You and Heung-min have a reputation when it comes to late-night events for both Tottenham and the National Team. More often than not, at some point in the night, you have sneaked away to a dark corridor or a bathroom to have a quickie. When he gets alcohol in his system, he’s a lot more handsy and this leads to him touching you more and being rather physically affectionate in the company of his teammates. In plain terms, he loves them. He loves that both of you can’t control yourselves and end up craving each other so much that you can’t wait until you get home. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s completely fine with experimenting sexually as long as it’s done in a safe environment and that you both use a colour system, so he knows how to adjust what he’s doing or if he should just stop in general. As said before, there’s very few things he wouldn’t not try. But he’s preference has always been what’s seen as vanilla, as he knows that’s keeps you the safest during sex. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for quite a long time, at least 3 rounds, given his stamina levels in general. The rounds also aren’t short, he can push himself for hours. Which he doesn’t really tend to do as he likes to match his stamina to yours so as to not overwhelm you into overstimulating yourself too much. The two of you on a normal night tend to only go for the 1 round, but that doesn’t mean it’s boring or fast at all, quite the opposite actually. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Apart from when he’s masturbating, I think he doesn’t like using toys. Heung-min is prideful in his own abilities to overwhelm and pleasure you well enough all by himself, he doesn’t see the need for toys as an aid. This connects to his dependency kink as well, he loves that you feel dependent on him. I think if you two were to use toys in your sex life, he wouldn’t feel as fulfilled, almost like you weren’t completely dependent on him to give you pleasure. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Heung-min is quite the tease when he’s in a playful mood, and when he’s craving you a lot. He traces your entrance with his finger over your underwear, not even pushing against it, you just get a small shivering sensation through your body, and then he just pats your leg and goes off to do something else. Obviously, he wants you to want him as much as he wants you so by teasing you like this, he knows your energies will match when you actually engage each other sexually, 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn’t necessarily loud, but he does grunt a lot in your ear while he’s inside you. He also loves talking to you, whispering in your ear and biting it when he makes a particularly hard thrust that hits you in just the right spot. As he gets closer to the edge, he does start actually moaning, and babbling into your ear about how much he loves you. When he comes, it’s almost like he quietly mewls in your ear, but you’re too far gone as well that neither of you notice. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He gets absolutely feral when he feels you tug on his hair, be it when he’s between your legs or when he’s thrusting into you like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be. It’s a blatant show that he’s always at your mercy and that you’re actually the one in control and it makes him just want to make you feel even more euphoric. Especially when he’s had a hard day, the sensation of you pulling his hair makes him let out such a loud grunt and then he just pounces on you like a lust demon.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Heung-min is around 8 inches in length with a considerable girth to him. You feel the burn when taking him into either your mouth or your pussy. He doesn’t have insane girth to the point it actively hurts but it’s a nice burn, it reminds you he’s there fully. He also has a slight curve to the left, which he uses to his advantage when ramming into you to hit your g-spot, which he loves to do very often. His tip also gets a very angry red when he’s being edged that almost makes you want to just suckle on it to soothe his pain, almost like an ice pop.  

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is insane. He can be ready to go wherever, whenever basically. It seems he can never get enough of you, if you’re ready to go, he’s ready to go, basically. It’s how much he wants you on a 24/7 basis that shocked you during the formative months of your relationship, when you were just getting to know each other’s desires. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Seungcheol is not good at entertaining himself.

You’re curled up on the sofa with a new novel, enjoying the personal time you’ve carved out just for this activity. A breeze ruffles the curtains, occasionally lifting the page of your book. An open bag of cookies rests on the sofa arm beside you.

It’s perfect: snack, comfortable weather, engaging novel.

And Seungcheol can’t stand it.

He’s trying, and you know it. After all, you respect his personal time when he games with Wonwoo, spends hours shouting and swearing at the computer screen. You’ve chosen a quieter hobby, but your time is no less precious. He knows this; he still wants more of it.

So he hovers, moving from room to room, throwing you yearning glances that you ignore in favor of turning pages. He’s bored, and a bored Seungcheol never keeps to himself for very long.

Sure enough, twenty pages and four cookies in, he pads over to you. Your gaze flickers towards him as he settles down on the cushion beside you.

“What are you doing?”

He lifts up the book he’s holding. “I’m going to read with you.”

Laughing, you say, “No. You’re going to fall asleep.”

As expected, his lower lip juts out immediately. “I won’t! Just ignore me, I’m not even here.”

“Mhm.” You pass him a cookie and go back to your book.

Another few minutes tick by. You can feel Seungcheol shifting beside you. Finally, he lowers his head into your lap, tucking himself just under your arm.

You move your book so you can look down at him. “Getting ready to sleep?”

He scowls up at you, thick brows pulling tight. It never ceases to amuse you how your buff, manly boyfriend manages to look like such a pouty child half the time.

“I won’t,” he asserts. “I’m just getting comfortable.”

“Uhuh.”

You lift your arms a little higher to accommodate him and turn another page. This book is more compelling than you expected, because you find yourself absorbed in it. All thoughts of your fidgety boyfriend disappear as you eat up line after line, consuming the story as quickly as you can. It’s not often that you find a book this good; by the time you reach a stopping point, you’re a little dazed. Tucking your receipt back between the pages, you blink a few times to reorient yourself.

You haven’t heard from Seungcheol in a while. When you set your book down, you find him sound asleep. His head is turned towards you, cheek pressed against your thigh. You’re not sure when he fell asleep, but it couldn’t have been long. The book he chose is hugged close to his chest, bookmark in the same place it was before.

Told you so, you think, but you can’t help but feel fond. He’s so pretty like this, full lashes stark against his warm skin, lips gently parted as he breathes. You try to go back to your book but you’re no longer interested. Instead, you watch him sleep, just like you do on mornings when you wake up first and there’s nowhere to be.

It’s a view you never get tired of.

It’s only when your leg starts to tingle that you shift, making his breath catch. 

“Cheol,” you whisper, stroking your thumb over his cheek. “Time to wake up.”

His dark eyes find yours, half-lidded, still hazy with sleep. “Mm…” 

You watch with amusement as awareness washes over him like a lazy wave.

“I fell asleep,” he tells you sheepishly. 

“Yes, I noticed,” you tease. “Just like I said you would.”

He cranes his neck up and catches sight of your book, closed on the sofa arm beside the half-empty box of cookies. “Are you done?”

“For now.”

“Does that mean we can do something together now?”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t hold back your smile.“You can’t handle being alone, can you?”

“Not if you’re around, no.” 

The earnest way he says it makes your heart flutter. It’s too sweet–you can’t even tease him about it. And even though you sometimes pretend otherwise, you love the way he’s attracted to you, like your opposite magnet.

Combing your fingers through his hair, you ask, “Okay then, what do you want to do?”

Seungcheol leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut again. “Doesn’t matter. Just wanna be with you.”

It’s too good of an opportunity to pass up. Picking up your book, you crack it open. “Reading it is, then.”

takes the money [hear me out!] — jeonghan, joshua

he smirks internally [or maybe not?] and he pockets it. you wanna know how? just nods, accepts the money, and leaves. and yes, he does stop ‘seeing her’... BY FUCKING PROPOSING!! he maybe buys themselves something nice, “you think i’d leave you for this? cute.” he uses it as leverage and maybe even buys things for both of them and things that they’ve been keeping their eyes on. the audacity fuels him and he’s not threatened by the money; he’s entertained. when they find out, he acts genuinely confused. “you said to stop dating. you didn’t say anything about being engaged.” MALICIOUS COMPLIANCE IS A VERY BEAUTIFUL THING HEH.

offended on a level i dont understand — seungcheol, wonwoo, woozi, seungkwan

he doesn’t even hear the number properly bc his brain fumbles at the audacity. you think he’s for sale? him? over you? he laughs and stands up immediately and he politely [or not-so-politely] tells them no like, “keep your money,” he says. “you’ll need it if you want to buy her happiness without me.” might even glare for extra effect. tells you the second he sees you bc secrets feel dirtier than the insult.

boundary setter — joshua (or maybe here?), minghao, vernon

“thanks, but no thanks,” he v v v calm about it and maybe bc he kinda saw it coming? and even if he didnt, he’s usually collected about matters like these. he makes it known he won’t negotiate or be coerced. might pocket the envelope and return it to you later lol, and joke/tease you about how he’ll spend it on something ridiculous together. he draws a line and makes sure your parents understand that money won’t manipulate him or your relationship.

gets a lil frustrated — jun, hoshi, dokyeom, dino

he’s annoyed and feels the sting of the implication but doesn’t show it. he makes sure his loyalty isnt debatable. will leave the money behind and refuse to take it, but the glare he gives your parents says everything. afterward, he vents to you, “you know i’m not for bribe/sale, right?”

returns the money… but not before it works for him — mingyu

"i love you, too." he can't help but giggle a little bit more at how cute you are. "let's sleep in today," he presses a kiss against your forehead. "okay?"

"mm. sounds great." you squeeze him around the middle, pressing the tiniest little peck against whatever skin you can reach. "whatever you want for miiiiingoooooo day..."

it's so silly. but he bursts into louder giggles at how you draw that out, and only laughs more when he feels your shoulders shake as you crack up, too. the two of you are so, so deeply tired... but there's something infectious about your silly guy and how utterly, entirely endeared he is by you and your silly sleepiness. a matching pair yet again.