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『 ↳✧･ﾟ CW: Fluff, slice of life, comfort, reverse comfort, some suggestive/mature themes—MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, swearing, etc.

『 ↳✧･ﾟ A/N: Another one of these! One is a little more mature so a little heads up to that. Remember there's no particular order, nor plot to these. Just drabbles I've put together in a small collection. Enjoy!

(pictures are not mine. Credits to their respective owners!)

04: 49 p.m. ; car📍

"I just need gas and then we can go." You smile. You had a long date with Chan today. He insisted to take his car, as usual, but you ended up taking yours. Chan takes his eyes off the road and smiles back at you. His heart skips a beat. There's something about you doing the things he always does for you: like driving. So fucking attractive.

You drive to the nearest gas station, unbuckling your seat belt as the car comes to a stop. Chan is faster, though. He unbuckles his seat belt first and exits the car with his card on hand. "What are you doing?" You speak through the rolled down window. The answer is obvious as he walks to the side where the tank is: Chan being a gentleman.

He chuckles. "Getting you gas, what else?" He speaks while fiddling with the gas tank's lid.

"I can do it." You say. "I know how to do it." He knows. In fact, he knows you do it all the time by yourself. Chan leaves the gas pumping and approaches your rolled down window. "I know, sweetheart." He smiles while leaning in and pressing a short, almost burning kiss to your lips. "Just sit pretty for me, yeah?" He requests like it's nothing. You smile stupidly when Chan retrieves to pay. It's a distraction you know too well. He wants to pay and put in the work; never letting you lift a finger. Always finding ways to give you princess treatment. Even in the smallest things.

☆ Genre: Domestic, very suggestive, fluff

☆ Warnings: Hickeys and overly sweet fluff?

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N

☆ Word Count: 2.1k

“It's not that bad!”

“Not that bad? Christopher Bahng, it's literally the size of a golf ball.” 

“ … I like golf.” 

Exasperated with her husband, Y/N turned away from their bedroom mirror and faced the man with her hands on her bare hips. She leaned to the side pointedly as she stared at the blushing man on the bed. The epitome of feigned innocence rolled off of his person in the form of wide, puppy eyes, and his contagious smile lingered on his lips in a way that made Y/N's knees buckle. 

She bit her lip, unable to stop her own smile from spreading across her equally flushed face. 

“It's only been an hour,” Y/N whined, her fingers fluttering by the nape of her neck. “It's gonna look dreadful in the morning.” 

“Dreadful?” Chan's mouth dropped open dramatically as he placed his arms behind his head. “I don't know … I think it looks sexy, no?”

The man smiled further, his eyes travelling from the burst of colour to his wife's heated eyes. “You look beautiful, baby girl.” 

Y/N covered her steaming face with her hands and turned away again towards the mirror. She peered at herself through the gaps of her fingers; even with her arms acting like shields in front of her body, she was still able to see the large crimson splotch on her skin. It almost looked like a shedding rose; its outer petals kissed the base of her throat and the dip of her collarbone. Smaller petals dotted the line of her shoulders and the sides of her chest in explosions of pink, red, and purple.

It was late in the evening; not yet midnight, but late enough. Chan and Y/N had spent the day practically glued to each other's side as they indulged in what felt like a twenty-four hour, non-stop date. Y/N was unsure if there had been a moment where they hadn't been touching in some way … Chan's arms had been strong around her torso as they made breakfast together, their shoulders pressed up against each other as they ate together, their legs locking as they watched TV together … and then their bodies entwining as they landed atop their bed together in a heated flurry of movement.

Y/N slowly flitted her gaze from the markings that circled her neck like an elaborate necklace. She blinked softly as she focused on what reflected behind her. Chan was leaning back on his hands, his head cocked to the side and his eyes hooded as he watched his wife with an affectionate smile.

He looked ethereal in the dim bedroom lighting. His fair skin had taken on the deep tones of luxurious amber under the warping shadows, each curve of his muscular build like a stretch of golden silk against the bedsheets. Smudges of Y/N's lipstick lingered against the angles of his jaw and the defined map of his abdomen in scarlet kisses, and as Chan smirked at her in the mirror, his eyes glimmered with the warmth and richness of dark chocolate. They sparkled playfully, Chan's gaze slow and provocative as it trailed down Y/N's body, the man chewing on his swollen bottom lip. 

The way he looked sprawled over the messy sheets, combined with the way he was looking at her made Y/N swallow thickly, her breath hitching. 

“What?” Chan hummed under his breath. 

Y/N looked down, her cheeks ablaze. “You're … just … “

“Just what … ?”

Y/N didn't trust what would happen if she was to say what was at the forefront of her mind. She rolled her eyes to the ceiling instead. “Infuriating.” 

She was still looking down at her clasped hands as a wave of shyness washed over her; she didn't notice when Chan slipped off of their bed, his tread light when he came to stand behind her. Her eyes widened abruptly when his fingertips danced along her sides, his palms smoothing over her skin and his strong arms following until they were looped around her in an engulfing hug. 

He was completely pressed up against her as he enveloped her into him. Y/N could feel every inch of his skin melting into hers, heat kindling between them both like a fine line of prickling electricity. 

“Infuriating?” Chan's voice was husky as his lips brushed against Y/N's bruised neck. He grinned in a teasing manner as he lightly grazed his teeth against the large mark. 

Y/N's chest rose and fell rapidly as she watched what he was doing in the mirror. She lightly slapped his forearm. “Don't do that! You're gonna make it worse.” 

Chan laughed silently. His pectoral muscles were hard against Y/N's shoulder blades with the movement, and he kissed her neck, his fingers trailing up her body until they landed at the darkening hickey he had left behind earlier. 

“You can always cover it up,” Chan hummed, circling the mark with his fingernail. “Though I don't understand why you'd want to. It looks beautiful.” 

Y/N leaned back into him, legs weak. “To you, maybe. To the random people we bump into on the street? I don't think so.” 

Chuckling, Chan moved so he was standing in front of her. He replaced his arms around her waist as he lowered his head, his lips soft and warm as they met the curves of Y/N's chest. “What about here?” 

Voice wavering, Y/N looked down at him. “What do you mean, what about here?” 

“You know what I mean,” Chan said, his voice reverberating through his wife's skin. “Think you need a few more marks, hmm? You know … so the other ones don’t feel … lonely.”  

Y/N looked away. She felt as though her heart would leap out of her chest at any moment if he kept this up.  

“Do what you want,” she murmured, causing Chan to grin. She placed a finger in line with the soft hollows of her collarbones. “Just not above here.” 

Chan stood up again. His hands swept up Y/N's neck before he cupped her face. Y/N looked up at him with dilated eyes, and she was grateful for the security of his touch holding her up when he leaned down to connect his lips with hers. 

“Deal,” Chan whispered, hands travelling down to the small of her back again. “Ready for round two?” 

His question suddenly made Y/N burst into a fit of hushed giggles against her husband's mouth. “That was the cringiest thing you could have possibly said right now. Who asks that?” 

Chan grinned, his fingers digging into her hips. “Obviously someone who cares about your well-being.” 

“Really? You care about my well-being after giving me all of these?” Y/N gestured wildly to her top half. “You nearly ate me alive.” 

“Oh yeah? But from the sounds you were making, I think you enjoyed it.” 

The couple erupted into slightly giddy laughter, their burning noses bumping against one another's in the process. Chan's hands were hot as they smoothed over Y/N's back, pulling her closer to him, and overcome with a sudden rush of affection, Y/N locked her arms around the man's neck. She giggled against his lips when Chan's grip travelled to her thighs; she was swiftly lifted up into the security of his strong arms, and  the sheets were warm on her skin when Chan set her down.

Y/N smiled up at Chan with figurative hearts exploding in amongst the centre of her pupils. 

Chan lowered his head a little, as if he was going in for a kiss. But he stopped for a moment. The softest of smiles spread across his face as his gaze absorbed every one of Y/N's details. His heart leapt against the walls of his chest as he did so, and he was almost in a trance of overflowing devotion as he very delicately traced the backs of his fingers down the side of his wife's face.

“What … ?” YN breathed, her chest rising and falling against his. 

Chan's smile grew further. “Just … thinking about how much I love you.” 

Y/N's eyes widened. They had been together for almost a decade, and even though she had heard those three words leaving his mouth more and more as their time spent together increased, Y/N couldn't help but feel stunned all the same. Something about the way Chan was looking at her, and the glow to his skin and the raw honesty of his tone was making her head spin. Chan wasn't one to say things unless he completely meant it … Y/N knew that more than anyone. 

Her cheeks stung from the intensity of her blush, and she covered her face again with her hands, her legs kicking around the sheets. 

“Hey, no … “ Chan laughed under his breath, his fingers travelling to circle around Y/N's wrists. “We've talked about this, baby. No covering your face when I'm looking at you.” 

“But you're making me blush,” Y/N whined through her fingers. “I already look like … a lobster.” 

Chan chuckled, gently removing his wife's hands. He lay them down by the side of her head and very slowly entwined his fingers with hers. 

“The prettiest … ” Chan mumbled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Most beautiful … “ he kissed her nose, “Sexiest lobster I've ever seen.” 

His smile landed on her lips, and Y/N immediately squeezed his fingers. With her hands under Chan's grip, she couldn't do anything but let the man kiss her with his slow, maddening pace … her lips were buzzing as Chan cushioned them with his own, the softness of his tongue tracing the outline of her mouth and leaving behind the intoxicating cloud of his taste.

“Christopher … “ Y/N whispered against his lips. “I … “ 

He didn't let her finish. His kiss deepened and the woman's back arched up until the curve of her body was completely pressed into his. 

“What were you gonna say?” Chan teased her when he pulled away, his thumbs caressing her palms. 

Y/N swallowed, trying to regain her breath. She suddenly burst into a fit of quiet laughter a moment later, and she looked up into her husband's eyes as he laid his forehead against hers.

“I love you,” she giggled, her words hot on his mouth. “I love you so fucking much.” 

Her words made Chan's entire face light up. His lips were suddenly on hers again, his thighs squeezing around her hips in an embrace of their own. 

*☆*☆* 

Chan couldn't stop laughing. His arms folded across his broad chest as he leaned against the doorframe, Chan watched in growing amusement as Y/N applied her third layer of colour corrector over the plum sized bruise stretching across her neck for the fourth time. 

“Are you having fun?” Y/N attempted a dry tone despite the smile that betrayed her. “Is this really funny to you?” 

“Yeah,” Chan chuckled, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Yeah, it is.” 

Y/N attempted to cover her blanket of green with a full coverage concealer. She dabbed around the perimeters carefully, blending the edges softly into her skin so as not to disturb the product over the area she was trying to conceal. 

Alas, regardless of her layers of heavy duty coverage, the richness of the burgundy splotch still managed to peek through. Y/N sighed and dropped her powder down onto her vanity with a pointed look at her husband. 

“You did this on purpose, didn't you?” Y/N wrinkled her nose at him as he continued to smirk. “You just want an excuse to stay indoors.”

“I didn't!” Chan protested with pink cheeks. “I didn't mean to do it that high up. Just … got carried away.” 

Snorting at her husband's words, Y/N craned her neck to the side, observing the situation. It was still obvious even when she squinted, and having no intention to wear a high neck garment in the forty degree Australian heat, Y/N gave up. She pushed away from her vanity table and instead made her way to Chan who immediately caught her in his arms, pulling her into him by the waist. 

“Looks like you win,” Y/N smiled up at him as she looped her arms around his neck, lovingly tugging at the soft curls kissing the nape of his neck. “Again. Movie date it is. Because there's no way I'm going out with this visible monster.” 

The passion in her words made Chan burst into laughter. He dipped his head and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “You can pick all the movies. And I'll make you your favourite pasta.” 

Y/N's eyes lit up at that. She squished his cheeks in her hands. “Promise?” 

“I promise,” Chan grinned. He hugged her a little closer, his heartbeat mingling with hers. “As long as I get to be with you, I'm happy with anything.” 

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☆ Genre: Domestic, very suggestive, fluff

☆ Warnings: Hickeys and overly sweet fluff?

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N

☆ Word Count: 2.1k

“It's not that bad!”

“Not that bad? Christopher Bahng, it's literally the size of a golf ball.” 

“ … I like golf.” 

Exasperated with her husband, Y/N turned away from their bedroom mirror and faced the man with her hands on her bare hips. She leaned to the side pointedly as she stared at the blushing man on the bed. The epitome of feigned innocence rolled off of his person in the form of wide, puppy eyes, and his contagious smile lingered on his lips in a way that made Y/N's knees buckle. 

She bit her lip, unable to stop her own smile from spreading across her equally flushed face. 

“It's only been an hour,” Y/N whined, her fingers fluttering by the nape of her neck. “It's gonna look dreadful in the morning.” 

“Dreadful?” Chan's mouth dropped open dramatically as he placed his arms behind his head. “I don't know … I think it looks sexy, no?”

The man smiled further, his eyes travelling from the burst of colour to his wife's heated eyes. “You look beautiful, baby girl.” 

Y/N covered her steaming face with her hands and turned away again towards the mirror. She peered at herself through the gaps of her fingers; even with her arms acting like shields in front of her body, she was still able to see the large crimson splotch on her skin. It almost looked like a shedding rose; its outer petals kissed the base of her throat and the dip of her collarbone. Smaller petals dotted the line of her shoulders and the sides of her chest in explosions of pink, red, and purple.

It was late in the evening; not yet midnight, but late enough. Chan and Y/N had spent the day practically glued to each other's side as they indulged in what felt like a twenty-four hour, non-stop date. Y/N was unsure if there had been a moment where they hadn't been touching in some way … Chan's arms had been strong around her torso as they made breakfast together, their shoulders pressed up against each other as they ate together, their legs locking as they watched TV together … and then their bodies entwining as they landed atop their bed together in a heated flurry of movement.

Y/N slowly flitted her gaze from the markings that circled her neck like an elaborate necklace. She blinked softly as she focused on what reflected behind her. Chan was leaning back on his hands, his head cocked to the side and his eyes hooded as he watched his wife with an affectionate smile.

He looked ethereal in the dim bedroom lighting. His fair skin had taken on the deep tones of luxurious amber under the warping shadows, each curve of his muscular build like a stretch of golden silk against the bedsheets. Smudges of Y/N's lipstick lingered against the angles of his jaw and the defined map of his abdomen in scarlet kisses, and as Chan smirked at her in the mirror, his eyes glimmered with the warmth and richness of dark chocolate. They sparkled playfully, Chan's gaze slow and provocative as it trailed down Y/N's body, the man chewing on his swollen bottom lip. 

The way he looked sprawled over the messy sheets, combined with the way he was looking at her made Y/N swallow thickly, her breath hitching. 

“What?” Chan hummed under his breath. 

Y/N looked down, her cheeks ablaze. “You're … just … “

“Just what … ?”

Y/N didn't trust what would happen if she was to say what was at the forefront of her mind. She rolled her eyes to the ceiling instead. “Infuriating.” 

She was still looking down at her clasped hands as a wave of shyness washed over her; she didn't notice when Chan slipped off of their bed, his tread light when he came to stand behind her. Her eyes widened abruptly when his fingertips danced along her sides, his palms smoothing over her skin and his strong arms following until they were looped around her in an engulfing hug. 

He was completely pressed up against her as he enveloped her into him. Y/N could feel every inch of his skin melting into hers, heat kindling between them both like a fine line of prickling electricity. 

“Infuriating?” Chan's voice was husky as his lips brushed against Y/N's bruised neck. He grinned in a teasing manner as he lightly grazed his teeth against the large mark. 

Y/N's chest rose and fell rapidly as she watched what he was doing in the mirror. She lightly slapped his forearm. “Don't do that! You're gonna make it worse.” 

Chan laughed silently. His pectoral muscles were hard against Y/N's shoulder blades with the movement, and he kissed her neck, his fingers trailing up her body until they landed at the darkening hickey he had left behind earlier. 

“You can always cover it up,” Chan hummed, circling the mark with his fingernail. “Though I don't understand why you'd want to. It looks beautiful.” 

Y/N leaned back into him, legs weak. “To you, maybe. To the random people we bump into on the street? I don't think so.” 

Chuckling, Chan moved so he was standing in front of her. He replaced his arms around her waist as he lowered his head, his lips soft and warm as they met the curves of Y/N's chest. “What about here?” 

Voice wavering, Y/N looked down at him. “What do you mean, what about here?” 

“You know what I mean,” Chan said, his voice reverberating through his wife's skin. “Think you need a few more marks, hmm? You know … so the other ones don’t feel … lonely.”  

Y/N looked away. She felt as though her heart would leap out of her chest at any moment if he kept this up.  

“Do what you want,” she murmured, causing Chan to grin. She placed a finger in line with the soft hollows of her collarbones. “Just not above here.” 

Chan stood up again. His hands swept up Y/N's neck before he cupped her face. Y/N looked up at him with dilated eyes, and she was grateful for the security of his touch holding her up when he leaned down to connect his lips with hers. 

“Deal,” Chan whispered, hands travelling down to the small of her back again. “Ready for round two?” 

His question suddenly made Y/N burst into a fit of hushed giggles against her husband's mouth. “That was the cringiest thing you could have possibly said right now. Who asks that?” 

Chan grinned, his fingers digging into her hips. “Obviously someone who cares about your well-being.” 

“Really? You care about my well-being after giving me all of these?” Y/N gestured wildly to her top half. “You nearly ate me alive.” 

“Oh yeah? But from the sounds you were making, I think you enjoyed it.” 

The couple erupted into slightly giddy laughter, their burning noses bumping against one another's in the process. Chan's hands were hot as they smoothed over Y/N's back, pulling her closer to him, and overcome with a sudden rush of affection, Y/N locked her arms around the man's neck. She giggled against his lips when Chan's grip travelled to her thighs; she was swiftly lifted up into the security of his strong arms, and  the sheets were warm on her skin when Chan set her down.

Y/N smiled up at Chan with figurative hearts exploding in amongst the centre of her pupils. 

Chan lowered his head a little, as if he was going in for a kiss. But he stopped for a moment. The softest of smiles spread across his face as his gaze absorbed every one of Y/N's details. His heart leapt against the walls of his chest as he did so, and he was almost in a trance of overflowing devotion as he very delicately traced the backs of his fingers down the side of his wife's face.

“What … ?” YN breathed, her chest rising and falling against his. 

Chan's smile grew further. “Just … thinking about how much I love you.” 

Y/N's eyes widened. They had been together for almost a decade, and even though she had heard those three words leaving his mouth more and more as their time spent together increased, Y/N couldn't help but feel stunned all the same. Something about the way Chan was looking at her, and the glow to his skin and the raw honesty of his tone was making her head spin. Chan wasn't one to say things unless he completely meant it … Y/N knew that more than anyone. 

Her cheeks stung from the intensity of her blush, and she covered her face again with her hands, her legs kicking around the sheets. 

“Hey, no … “ Chan laughed under his breath, his fingers travelling to circle around Y/N's wrists. “We've talked about this, baby. No covering your face when I'm looking at you.” 

“But you're making me blush,” Y/N whined through her fingers. “I already look like … a lobster.” 

Chan chuckled, gently removing his wife's hands. He lay them down by the side of her head and very slowly entwined his fingers with hers. 

“The prettiest … ” Chan mumbled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Most beautiful … “ he kissed her nose, “Sexiest lobster I've ever seen.” 

His smile landed on her lips, and Y/N immediately squeezed his fingers. With her hands under Chan's grip, she couldn't do anything but let the man kiss her with his slow, maddening pace … her lips were buzzing as Chan cushioned them with his own, the softness of his tongue tracing the outline of her mouth and leaving behind the intoxicating cloud of his taste.

“Christopher … “ Y/N whispered against his lips. “I … “ 

He didn't let her finish. His kiss deepened and the woman's back arched up until the curve of her body was completely pressed into his. 

“What were you gonna say?” Chan teased her when he pulled away, his thumbs caressing her palms. 

Y/N swallowed, trying to regain her breath. She suddenly burst into a fit of quiet laughter a moment later, and she looked up into her husband's eyes as he laid his forehead against hers.

“I love you,” she giggled, her words hot on his mouth. “I love you so fucking much.” 

Her words made Chan's entire face light up. His lips were suddenly on hers again, his thighs squeezing around her hips in an embrace of their own. 

*☆*☆* 

Chan couldn't stop laughing. His arms folded across his broad chest as he leaned against the doorframe, Chan watched in growing amusement as Y/N applied her third layer of colour corrector over the plum sized bruise stretching across her neck for the fourth time. 

“Are you having fun?” Y/N attempted a dry tone despite the smile that betrayed her. “Is this really funny to you?” 

“Yeah,” Chan chuckled, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Yeah, it is.” 

Y/N attempted to cover her blanket of green with a full coverage concealer. She dabbed around the perimeters carefully, blending the edges softly into her skin so as not to disturb the product over the area she was trying to conceal. 

Alas, regardless of her layers of heavy duty coverage, the richness of the burgundy splotch still managed to peek through. Y/N sighed and dropped her powder down onto her vanity with a pointed look at her husband. 

“You did this on purpose, didn't you?” Y/N wrinkled her nose at him as he continued to smirk. “You just want an excuse to stay indoors.”

“I didn't!” Chan protested with pink cheeks. “I didn't mean to do it that high up. Just … got carried away.” 

Snorting at her husband's words, Y/N craned her neck to the side, observing the situation. It was still obvious even when she squinted, and having no intention to wear a high neck garment in the forty degree Australian heat, Y/N gave up. She pushed away from her vanity table and instead made her way to Chan who immediately caught her in his arms, pulling her into him by the waist. 

“Looks like you win,” Y/N smiled up at him as she looped her arms around his neck, lovingly tugging at the soft curls kissing the nape of his neck. “Again. Movie date it is. Because there's no way I'm going out with this visible monster.” 

The passion in her words made Chan burst into laughter. He dipped his head and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “You can pick all the movies. And I'll make you your favourite pasta.” 

Y/N's eyes lit up at that. She squished his cheeks in her hands. “Promise?” 

“I promise,” Chan grinned. He hugged her a little closer, his heartbeat mingling with hers. “As long as I get to be with you, I'm happy with anything.” 

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