(f) 20.

So it’s no guess when Haechan decides that he wants to pamper y/n again but in a better way than ever before. Haechan is brilliant; he listens to y/n when she talks about things she has been thinking about for at least a few months. “A massage; maybe I should just set up an appointment.” Haechan then offers to do it for her, saying, “How about I call? You don’t have to worry about it any longer.” y/n is always surprised at the kind-hearted things her husband says to her. Haechan doesn’t schedule a massage for y/n. Instead, he takes the opportunity to fill the bathtub with hot water, but a few drops of lavender oil and a bath bomb for an extra measure into the mix. When he returns from the kitchen with a bottle of wine, the bath water has changed from clear to a gorgeous purple color with specks of sparkle everywhere.

He hears the door open with ease, and the recognizable heel sounds echo against the apartment walls. “Honey?” Haechan hears y/n shout, “Where are you?” Usually, Haechan greets his beautiful wife at the door, but instead, this time, he’s hidden away in the lavender-scented bathroom. Candles burn away as Haechan quickly gets up and finds his wife. “There you are. You are not going to believe the day I had,” y/n says to Haechan. “I bet I won’t, but how about you tell me when you get in the tub.” y/n isn’t sure what her husband said but follows his sweet guiding hand to their bathroom.

What awaits y/n has her almost automatically in tears. A hard day’s work washed away from the scent of lavender, and candle wicks burned in the air. “Oh, Haechan!” It comes out as a moan, a sigh of the day being over. “I’m glad you like it,” Haechan says softly while wrapping his arms around the front of her stomach, pulling her back flat against his chest. He presses soft and gentle kisses to her neck and cheek. Breathing in the sweet aroma in the air eases the both of them. “How about we get you undressed?” Haechan’s voice is soft and quiet, keeping the intimate nature of the room intact.

Haechan helps y/n unbutton the white blouse, gently sliding it down her arms as it lands in a small pile on the floor. Haechan falls to his knees next, searching for the small zipper at the back of y/n’s black pencil skirt. The material falls with ease down her hips and falls to her feet. y/n steps out and waits for her husband to undress the rest of her. Her panties and bra land in a different pile because y/n has taught her husband one thing: ‘Some clothes are delicate and can’t be washed with harsh materials like your jeans and jackets, Haechan.’

“Check the water and see if it’s warm enough, baby,” Haechan says to y/n and she dips her bare toes into the warm soothing water. She had no qualms with the temperature, so she stepped into the Tub and gracefully sat down into the relaxing hot steamy water.

The quiet of the bathroom and the little sounds of the sloshing water surrounding her are soothing. At first, Haechan doesn’t want to disturb the silence or comfort in the room, but he promises he’s listening to y/n’s day. “So you said something about your day, love?” His words are soft. y/n hums and then fills the room with her voice. She talks about her day, about that coworker who keeps piling her work onto y/n’s table. “Maybe it’s because I’m the head researcher, but I’m getting tired of taking this women’s shit.” Haechan does his best to calm his wife, rubbing gentle circles into her arms or pressing a few kisses into her ear.

Not until Haechan grabs the bottle of shampoo and starts to massage the roots of y/n’s hair does her fast words and frustration seem to ease away. Her head falls back, and her eyes flutter. y/n is in complete heaven. Haechan’s fingers move with great purpose over the scalp of his wife; every move he makes pushes y/n further into comfort. She doesn’t even notice the water dripping over her scalp to remove the shampoo or the silky feeling of Haechan’s condition-covered fingers falling into her hair. It’s not long after that when the water goes from warm to cold, way too cold for her to be comfortable.

So Haechan helps y/n out, grabbing a towel from the rack and wrapping it around y/n’s body. The soft, fluffy towel engulfs y/n in warmth. Little words are spoken because, well, honestly, they don’t need words. Nothing will ever truly express how Haechans’s heart thumps faster whenever y/n is in his arms or how y/n’s eyes twinkle when she’s looking up at him.

Then Haechan went down the hallway towards their bedroom with y/n following after him. Her Bare Feet padded across the Hardwood floor making soft slapping sounds as she elegantly strutted her way to the Bedroom.

When she arrives in the Bedroom y/n’s heart skips a beat, because Haechan has placed more candles in the bedroom and another soft towel on the bed. “I know you were talking about getting a massage, but I was thinking, how about you let me do that for you?” Haechan says. y/n is in complete and utter shock, a suitable type of shock that it takes her a few minutes to understand what Haechan has just said. “y/n?” The silence isn’t a bad sign to Haechan, but he wants to make sure he’s doing good so far. “It’s perfect.” y/n’s voice is quiet and timid. It’s almost as if she’s scared to tell Haechan that she loves all the nice things he does for her. A smile grows on Haechans’s face, and he guides her to the bed.

“You’re okay staying naked like this for me?” Haechan asks. y/n eagerly nods while waiting for her husband to guide her onto the plush bed. “Good, now come lay down on your stomach,” Haechan murmurs to y/n, and she follows his words. With that, y/n let her towel drop to the floor and got situated on the bed, her stomach lying flat on the towel and her arms crossed under her chin to support her head, but Haechan quickly adjusted her arms, setting them down to her sides instead.

y/n couldn’t see anything besides the bedside table and the front of the headboard, so she stuck to relying on her other senses. The sound of shuffling feet tells her that Haechan is no longer at her side but somewhere behind her. The next sound that has her skin lighting up with goosebumps is the recognizable sound of the top of a lid snapping open, and then the liquid is poured all over her legs. It starts at just the bend on her knee. The oil pooled and dripped down her skin, “I’m starting with your feet.” Haechan says quietly, “Always on them, workin’ yourself to death over those damn research projects. I think my girl just needs to relax once in a while.’ Haechan murmurs as his hand comes around one of y/n’s feet. His hands are covered in oil, making them slip over the curves and edges of y/n’s feet. He’s got a whole process, taking care of each foot with care and ease. He rubs delicate circles into the arches of her feet, and then his large thumb rubs mini circles into her soles. “Those heels are makin’ a mess of your pretty feet, y/n.” He says to her, but y/n isn’t listening anymore. She focuses on not giggling or cringing away from the touch due to how soft and feathery it is.

The feeling only gets worse when Haechan moves away from the soles of her feet to her tiny little toes. Get toes gets its attention. Her big to first, which is easy enough, but when Haechan manages to get to her last toe, y/n can’t help but burst out with little giggles. Haechan smiles with joy as he knows that this is what y/n has needed for a long time. A night where she doesn’t have to be on her feet and she’s being cared for by her wonderful, caring husband. Haechan kissed Both of her feet then his hands floated up, slipping over her feet and calves. He works with ease on each leg. Pressing his thick fingers into her skin, he works out the thigh muscles before moving on to another section. It isn’t long before he’s worked his calves to her thighs, where he can see the slight jiggle of her flesh at every pass of his large hand on her skin.

The oil runs out after he’s completed both of her thighs, so the clicking of the bottle brings y/n back to life. She’s been so at peace she’s pretty sure that at one point, she even fell asleep, which was sort of the whole point. Regardless, the oil pours down her spine, pooling at the base of her hips. y/n’s skin glistens under the candlelight as Haechan gets his hand oily again and works on y/n’s ass. Playing and teasing with the plush skin. “Haechan…” y/ns moans out with a sigh of contentment. Haechan only hums, moving on and up y/n’s spine. Meanwhile, Haechan is sitting on the top of y/n’s ass as he rubs the heel of his palm into a tough muscle in her back. With every hard squeeze of Haechans's hand on y/n's back, a moan or sigh falls from her lips, to which Haechan asks, “Did that feel good?” or  “I should do that again?” He never gets an actual answer, just another hum from y/ns' lips.

Haechan slides back down y/n’s frame, sitting back on her ankles. “y/n baby, you gotta roll over for me.” y/n’s motion is slowed down tenfold; she doesn’t move gracefully; instead, she moves over groggily. y/n may still be naked, but that didn’t mean Haechan wanted to make her uncomfortable. y/ns eyes are open now, looking up at her handsome husband. “Well, hello, beautiful,” Haechan mutters, a soft smile on her features. “Hello, handsome.” She replies, biting her bottom lip between her teeth. “Can I touch you, y/n?” He asks, and she nods. “You can touch me anywhere.” She says softly as his hands come up to grab at her hips.

Haechan bends down to slip one of y/ns’ tits into his large hand, squeezing and massaging at the supple skin. Her nipples are tight and stiff as his thumb grazes over the flesh. It’s not until Haechan’s mouth rounds, the skin of her tit, her moans start to fall from her lush lips. Her moans don’t fall on deaf ears; instead, he sucks harder, licking his tongue over the nipple, encouraging her to be louder for him. He sucks until y/n is nearly pulling him off of her tit, and then he takes the other in his mouth, giving just as much attention to it. y/n’s hands fall to Haechan’s hair as she pulls him in for rough teeth, a gnashing kiss. “I love you,” y/n whispers against Haechans’s lips before he descends her body and her legs open up for him. Her legs lay over his shoulders as he pressed sweet kisses into her flesh. Kisses are stringed against her stomach, then her thighs and inner thighs, before a soft and gentle kiss is laid atop her clit; from there, it’s like being in heaven.

Haechan starts to suck and give kitten licks to her clit as his two longer fingers probe at her entrance. Nudging at her spongy walls, warm and wet for him. He never once looked away from y/n, their eyes on each other as y/n sat up on her elbows to keep her eyes on Haechan and where they met. Her mouth falls open as his thickest fingers press into her womb, pumping in and out to massage her gummy walls. Haechan’s fingers are covered with her wetness, and y/n’s clit is swollen and red from the attack of his lips and tongue. Her wetness and Haechans’s droll cover his chin when he comes up for air. y/n’s moans fill the air around the two of them, her hands finding his scalp and pulling him back down to continue his attack on her sensitive clit, waiting, yearning to reach her orgasms.

The quick thrusts of Haechans’s fingers and the fast licks on his tongue on her clit push her over the edge as her fingers grab at the short hair of his scalp, and she screams out with pleasure. “FUck! Haechan,” Her walls squeeze him tightly as she gushes over them. As she rides her high Haechans licks are gentle, and the pumps of his fingers are softer, letting her ride out her orgasms longer. “Such a messy girl,” Haechan says into her skin as he slips his fingers out of her cunt; he doesn’t take his eyes off of her as he brings them up to his lips and sucks them. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath. Haechan falls next to her, and they lay there trying to catch their breath before y/n rolls over her hips, falling over Haechan, and she pulls him up for a passionate long kiss.

Nothing rough in the kiss, but her lips are soft, and so are Haechans as they meddle together in each other embrace. Haechan grips her tightly in his arms, keeping her there when their lips fall apart. When y/n rolls her hips, and her wet cunt rolls over Haechan’s impressive hard-on, he stops her. “Not tonight, y/n. Let’s just go to sleep.” y/n tries to argue with him, “But I wanna make you feel good, Haechan.” He smiles and presses his forehead against hers. “You do. Now go to bed, and you can treat me to something in the morning.” Haechan says as a yawn falls from his lips, squeezing y/n tighter to his chest, keeping her in his forever-tight grip.

“Welcome to Petals, how can I help you?” Her voice was soft and cheerful. “Sir?”

“Um,” he said. “I’m looking for…flowers.”

She let out a laugh and Doyoung blushed a little at the sweet sound. She stepped out from behind the counter.

“Of course,” she said. “I can help you with that. I’m Y/n by the way.”

“Doyoung.” His voice was rough but quiet, his body stiff as he looked at Y/n. She nodded, a smile still on her face.

“So,” she said. “Who are you getting flowers for?”

Doyoung cleared his throat. “Just…a friend.”

“What’s the occasion?” She walked down one of the aisles, motioning for him to follow. He did.

“It’s…not really an occasion,” he said. “I just wanted to show her some appreciation.”

“Aww,” she cooed, her lips turning down into a pout. Doyoung smiled under his mask. “Well, tulips are a good choice.” She pointed to some flowers.

“What’s your favorite flower?” Doyoung looked away as he asked the question.

“Hm.” Y/n thought about it, taking the time to look at the man in front of her. He was clad in his army uniform, a long cloth covering his face except for his eyes. She could tell he was muscular as he loomed over her like a mountain. A bulky helmet sat on his head and Y/n had to tilt her head back to look him in the eyes. “Probably these carnations right here.”

Doyoung looked at the flower, observing it with interest. The edges of its fringed petals were a pale red, contrasting with the rest of the flower which was white.

“I’ll take that,” he said.

“Great.” Y/n smiled. “As a bouquet?”

“Yes.” Doyoung got out of her way as she walked to the back of the shop, returning later with supplies in her hands. He watched as she took out the carnations along with some foliage. She returned to the counter before putting the bouquet together. “Can I ask you something?”

Y/n looked up, eyebrows raised and head tilted to the side. Doyoung cleared his throat.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Y/n blinked, confusion coursing through her before she shook her head.

“I don’t,” she said. “Why?”

“N-no reason,” said Doyoung, looking away awkwardly. Y/n nodded, a small smile on her face as she finished the bouquet and rang him up. She handed him the bouquet and Doyoung placed his gloved hands on top of hers. “Thank you.”

Doyoung stood there, eyes on Y/n as she watched him curiously.

“Do you need anything else, Doyoung?” The way his name rolled off her lips made him blush. He gulped at the sudden desire that overtook his body.

“Yes, actually.” He pulled her by her hands, letting the bouquet fall, petals scattering across the floor. “I need…”

“What?” Y/n stared into his light blue eyes. He suddenly let go of her hands, looking away in embarrassment. Y/n walked around the counter and stood in front of him. Her hand reached out and touched his arm. He flinched, surprised by her action. Most people ran away at the mere sight of him, but not her. She stepped closer, hand trailing up and beneath his face covering.

“Y/n…”

He let her trace his chin and lips as he grabbed her waist, pulling her close to his body.

“Should we go to the back?” Y/n licked her lips, feeling a poke against her stomach. Doyoung nodded and she led him to the back of the shop. He took off his vest and let it drop with a loud thud. Y/n unbuttoned her blouse, slipping it off her shoulders as she sat down on a table in the room.

“Holy shit,” Doyoung said, pulling off his gloves. His rough fingers caressed her skin, grabbing her breasts greedily. Y/n sucked in a breath as he ripped her bra apart. “Oh…I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“It’s okay,” said Y/n with a smile. His eyes softened, his arms on either side of her body as he leaned forward. She could feel his hot breaths under his mask and the thought of his actual lips on her skin made her clench her thighs.

He went lower, his fingers unzipping her skirt and pulling it off of her before spreading her legs wide. He lifted his mask slightly, his lips kissing her inner thighs as his hands held her legs up. Y/n gasped as he nipped and licked at the skin. He pulled at the hem of her panties before sliding it down her legs and throwing it to the side.

Y/n put a hand on his helmet, her legs slung over his shoulders as he breathed on her wet folds. She arched her back as she felt his hot tongue. He licked up and down her pussy, lightly flicking her clit every time he reached it.

“Does that feel good?” Y/n moaned at the vibrations from his voice.

“Y-yes.” Her mouth hung open, pleasure coursing through her body. He hummed, lapping at her juices with an eagerness that sent Y/n over the edge. Her stomach tensed, legs shaking uncontrollably. “Fuck.”

“Close your eyes,” Doyoung said breathlessly. Y/n did as he said. She felt a softness against her lips. Without a second thought, she reached out and placed her hand on the side of his face, eyes still closed. His lips moved hungrily against hers and she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. His tongue swirled around, filling her mouth up.

“Mmm.” Y/n held his shoulders as she rubbed against his thigh, soaking his pants. He pulled away, breathing hard, eyes glazed over with lust. Y/n undid his belt, pulling it off.

“Did I say you could do that?” Doyoung grabbed her wrists. She bit her lip at his sudden change in demeanor. “Turn around. Hands on the table.”

Y/n turned around, ass exposed as she placed her hands on the table. She felt the familiar leather of his belt as he traced it across her ass.

“Say stop if you want me to stop, understand?” Y/n nodded, arousal evident as her juices flowed down her legs. A sudden snap and sting caused her to gasp and press forward on the table. “Use your words.”

“I understand.” She stuck her ass out further, eager for the next spank.

“Good.” She bit her lip, a muffled moan escaping her mouth as she felt another hit of the belt. Then another. And another. Doyoung caressed her red ass after the seventh spank, placing soft kisses on the fiery skin before turning her around. “You’re so fucking wet.”

His fingers traced Y/n’s entrance, two thick fingers slipping in as he watched her flushed face contorting into absolute bliss. His fingers curved up, knuckles deep as he continuously pressed against her G-spot, thumb stimulating her clit in the process.

“Oh my God.” Y/n gripped his shoulders as his pace quickened. She felt another orgasm bubbling up and she squeezed her eyes. “Ahh!”

Her legs trembled, pleasure washing over her body before a shiver went through her. Doyoung didn’t stop and Y/n whined from the overstimulation. She moaned out, her hips bucking against his hand, her body writhing in pleasure.

“I want to make you cum as many times as I possibly can,” he whispered.

“Mhm, holy fuck!” Y/n threw her head back as he fingered her.

“Look at me.” She forced herself to look into his eyes, her mouth parting and eyebrows knitting together as she came over and over again for him. “Just like that.”

“Doyoung!” Y/n moaned out, another orgasm hitting her. Hard.

Doyoung pulled his fingers out, holding Y/n steady as she caught her breath. She laid her head on his chest, vision hazy from the tears.

“You okay?” His voice was soft, his hand brushing her hair back.

“Yeah,” said Y/n. He laid a kiss on her forehead before lifting her legs up.

“Take my cock out,” Doyoung said. Y/n smiled as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling down his briefs slightly and letting his hard dick pop out.

“Wow,” she said quietly. He let out a chuckle before lining himself up and pushing into her slowly. Y/n held his waist, moving along with him and matching his gentle thrusts. He rocked his hips against hers, letting her feel how deep he could go. “Fuck.”

“I love the way you feel,” he whispered beside her ear. She moaned, a deep ache filling her as he kept thrusting in deep and slow. She gripped his shirt, toes curling as a strong release washed over her. A line of sweat rolled down the side of her face as her eyelids fluttered. “Mmm, my turn.”

Doyoung flipped Y/n over, slamming himself inside her as his fingers dug into her hips. She gasped, one hand holding on to the edge of the table, the other gripping onto Doyoung’s forearm.

“Ah, fuck!” He groaned, pounding into her mercilessly. The table rocked, slamming against the wall with each thrust. Y/n’s eyes rolled back as she felt every thrust deep within her pussy. Her walls tightened and she could barely keep her upper body steady as she came. His hand reached up and cupped her breast, tugging and pinching as he kept pounding into her, his voice growing louder as he came closer to his release.

He stopped suddenly, pulling out of her, chest rising and falling as he pushed her down to her knees.

“I want to fuck your mouth,” he said. “Squeeze my leg if it’s too much.”

“Okay,” she said, opening her mouth up. He tapped the tip of his cock on her tongue before sliding into her mouth slowly. He pulled her hair back into a ponytail before tugging on it.

He drove his hips forward, burying his cock into her mouth, loud groans leaving his lips. Her eyes teared up, muffled moans sending vibrations through Doyoung’s body. He pushed her head onto his cock, eyes rolling back as he felt warmth pooling in his lower abdomen and balls. His thighs tensed and he let out a loud moan, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Take it,” he said with a raspy voice, releasing his cum down her throat. She gagged and he stayed inside her mouth for a moment before pulling out. Cum ran down Y/n’s chin as Doyoung helped her up, wiping it off for her before kissing her. “Fuck, you look so beautiful.”

He picked her up as he sat down on the table, laying her on his lap. Her head rested against his chest as he kissed her legs, caressing them as he whispered sweet nothings against her skin.

“You did so good,” Doyoung said softly. “You made me feel so good, sweetheart.”

⁰² lee haechan x reader ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* ───

┊you belong to me - lee haechan x reader ✩

✶desc : mark is continuously flirting with you and your jealous boyfriend Haechan must show you to whom you belong.

✶warnings : smut (obvs), possessiveness, swearing, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration,reader has the ability to sense the emotions of others.

┊bad girl - lee haechan x reader ✩

✶desc : Basically Jeno and Y/n are married but haechan and y/n are sneaky (Boss/employee) 

✶warnings : sneaking around, boss/employee relationship, bondage(slight), dom!haechan, blowjob, possesive behaviour,mention of jeno.

┊meant to break - lee haechan x reader ✩

✶desc : Even if you barely know him any longer, he remains your first love.

✶warnings : ex lovers, reader being called kitten, dom!haechan, eating out, fingering (f!recieving), playing with nipples, holding cum, dominating, edging, rough sex, haechan's a dick, cumming inside the reader.

┊bound to love - lee haechan x reader ✩✿

✶desc : After the birth of your daughter, you feel insecure about your body; however, Haechan shows you that you have nothing to worry about.

✶warnings : most softest sex ever yet explicit, mentions of pregnancy, lactaction kink, lactation, married sex.

┊morning - lee haechan x reader ✿

✶desc : morning fluff , cute and soft. ✶warnings : none

┊breakfast in a hurry - lee haechan x reader ✿

✶desc : hyuck eats you for breakfast

✶warnings : rough sex, kitchen sex

⁰³ jung jaehyun x reader ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* ───

┊Jealousy Jealousy - jung jaehyun x reader ✩

✶desc : Jealous Jaehyun and Bratty reader. [Your boyfriend is a jealous, hotheaded, angry man...and you wouldn't have him any other way.]

✶warnings : Public sex, carsex, fingering, daddy kink.

⁰⁴ mark lee x reader ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* ───

┊my pretty doll - mark lee x reader ✩

✶desc : Humans have hormones, you understand that much. But does that explain why you can't stop the filthy daydreams that fill your head whenever you see a specific redhead? Does it excuse you for getting turned on by him simply breathing in your direction? And to make matters worse, he is off-limits, if your father found out you were messing with his prized boxer? You would be chained to a tower and your red-haired crush would be used as mincemeat.

✶warnings : Bloody Nose, Perversion, Dom/Sub, Power Play, Panties, Caught Having Sex, Overstimulation

┊so pretty,I can't stop - mark lee x reader ✩

✶desc : Mark is too horny, and he uses you non stop

✶warnings : sex,sex and sex.

⁰⁵ na jaemin x reader ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* ───

┊squirming and screaming - na jaemin x reader ✩

✶desc : idk, there's no specific plot just Husband jaemin and usage of toys.

✶warnings : Overstimulation, Edging, Usage of sex toys.

┊besfrns lil sis (anon) - na jaemin x reader ✩

✶desc : corrupting his best friend’s little sister and gaining her trust just so he could break her

✶warnings : hard sex

⁰⁶ hwang renjun x reader ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* ───

┊rooftop - hwang renjun x reader ✩

✶desc : Renjun and y/n take a sightseeing break on the rooftop, which turns into something more.

✶warnings : sneaking around, sex

⁰⁷ kim dong-young x reader ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* ───

┊floroist - kim doyoung x reader ✩

✶desc : in which doyoung walks into a flower shop owned by Y/n one day and things escalate.

“Good morning my princess.” his voice a soft murmur for her alone to ear

“Good morning my bear.” his fingers bolder as he brushed her dark locks in their proper place, his gaze full of promises as he melted his lips on hers.

She loved kisses of any kind for every time he disclosed a side of him for her alone to discover, precious treasure for them both was every kiss they shared, soft, deep and long, savored slowly like a spoonful of honey but way more sweeter.

It was a lovely kiss slow and unhurried as they took their time showing off their love to one another not caring about anything else, the world outside fading out, time slowed almost to a stop not bothering to disturb them in the slightest it would have been useless anyway to desire them to rush over, after a while, they desired to last longer, reluctantly they pulled away only to take breath, their gaze locked to one another mirroring nothing but lovestruck affection, bright green melting with chartreuse in a peculiar color that was only theirs, he hugged her closer to his chest leaving a kiss full of devotion on her hair making her smile even brighter, their voices murmuring sweet nothings to each other with light tender caress, the soft sound melting with the birds chirping outside.

His voice low and deep, sweet like honey as he professed his love unable to keep it hidden in his heart any longer

“I love you y/n.” her smile brightened her features, warming his whole heart with the scorching heat of her love

“I love you too Haechan.” it was unbelievable how these words always manage to make his heart melt completely, making him so happy as he never was unable to know what to do with himself, ready to obey her every order, doing everything and even more just to see that smile reward and precious treasure for his love, he so generously spoiled her with, unable to stay way from showering her with all his love.

They did not rush, nor hurried there was nothing to be anxious for anyway no one chiding him with duties, letting them savor each second of their married life away from the ruckus of the palace, who risked breaking them apart, nestled in a far away village in a cozy cottage hidden amidst the forest, their official duties was to strengthen the border, when needed, and keep an eye on the frontiers with Jade, cultivating in the meanwhile the good relationship between their countries.

He then looked down and saw her hand set down next to him, which he couldn’t resist putting his own on top of. y/n looked back at him the moment he did so and noticed his loving gaze. She couldn’t help but smile at the handsome man beside him, making Renjun see her incredibly cute smile.

Now y/n was admiring how handsome her husband was, from his cute little freckles to his classy outfit. Much like Renjun, she cherished everything about him every day, even at times when she would get frustrated at him. To these two, they hit the jackpot when it came to romantic partners.

The two couldn’t help themselves anymore, so they leaned in and gave each other a sweet and tender kiss on the lips, savoring how it felt. They have kissed hundreds of times before, and not once had it become dull or meaningless. In fact, it came to a point where a passionate kiss was a euphoric experience for them, and today that was especially the case.

The two pulled away for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes, only for the addicting pull of their lips to bring them right back to smooching as if they were magnetized. It was much more intense this time as Renjun put his hand on y/n’s cheek. Their tongues would soon roll around in the other’s mouth as they began to moan from the intensity.

They took their tongue-fucking to the floor of the roof with Renjun on top of y/n. The two held each other in their arms, increasing their kiss's intensity. It came to a point where saliva was dripping from their mouths. They would pull away, but only to catch their breath for a couple of seconds before continuing the assault on their mouths. The feeling of their heavy breaths going down the other’s mouth, as well as the dance their tongues did together, would cause inevitable arousal in them.

After what felt like an eternity of tongue-fucking, they reluctantly pulled their lips away before looking at each other with a glare of passion as they panted. They didn’t need words to know what the other one wanted. While the chances of being walked in on by their coworkers were high, they didn’t care. They both wanted to make love right this second… no, they needed to.

So Renjun helped remove y/n’s pants and underwear, revealing her pink pussy that was already wet from their tongue dance. After that, y/n took off renjun’s pants and underwear, showing his dick which was hard and ready. Their kiss was all the foreplay they needed, and now they were prepared.

renjun pinned y/n’s hands on the ground by her side, interlocking his fingers with her own, before lining up his penis and slowly inserting it into y/n. She moaned as she felt it penetrate her, taking extra pleasure in the fact that she was doing it with the man she loved. renjun felt the same way as he looked his beautiful wife in the eyes, which only made him harder. Without further delay, he began to thrust his cock in and out of his wife, making her wail slightly louder. Renjun soon joined in on the moaning.

Even as the thrusts grew faster and faster, the two never broke eye contact. They had done many sex positions before, doggystyle, cowgirl, and sometimes even pegging, which he enjoyed. But their favorite was the classic missionary position, that way they could see their lover's faces as they romantically fucked.

The magnetizing pull of their lips activated as they went in for yet another kiss. With both of their mouths being attacked by the other’s tongue and moans combined with the sex, they were feeling pure sexual bliss. Not once did they pull their faces away during renjun’s penetration, for the taste of their saliva was too intoxicating to ever do so.

However, they stopped their kiss to scream in unison as they orgasmed in perfect harmony. He savored the feeling of his wife’s cum on his dick, while y/n did the same with her husband’s inside her. After regaining their composure, they looked at each other and smiled.

They said their I love yous before kissing yet again, but it was much less intense this time. It felt more like they were resting their lips atop the others. By now, their break was probably over, but the couple just wanted to spend more time in each other’s arms, so they did just that.

Members would understand… hopefully.

 “Don’t be shy.” He says, tilting your chin up as he bottoms out releasing a sultry moan, “you been hiding this perfect pussy from me this whole time? fuck.”

He wishes he could just keep you still, allow his cock to immerse in your sweet juices, tight velvet walls milking him dry, caresses your skin with his tongue—keep his fingers dancing on the skin but Mark just can’t do that. he has to feel more—his hips bucking up, cock curving against your spongy spot and you’re unraveling, whimpering when he takes the plunge and rams his cock harder upwards inside you. “want me to fill this pussy up, huh? feel my cum in your tummy for fucking days?”

Mark’s eyes grow dark, dropping the facade of pussy drunk and fully feral, leaning down to sink his teeth into your neck and slamming a hand down to move your hips harder on him, “never gonna fuck you with anything else but my raw cock princess, fuckin’ perfect for me.” you whine and moan against him, barely containing yourself.

“M-Mark—slow down” your whimpers left dull on his ear, mark raises his level of vision back to your disheveled face. “c-can’t help it angel—pussy so fuckin’ good” he throws his head back, his usually brown orbs clouded into a pitch black haze. He’s struggling—hips so sloppily drilling into your cunt. he’s thinking of the aftermath, your hole spilling out his cum and the wetness—how fucking wet and warm your hole will be when he pumps load after load inside you.

“fuck!” your ears vibrate against the shrill moan he echoes through the room, Mark drags his body back down mindlessly pounding into you. a high—the ecstasy laced bliss induced from his raw—untouched cock dragging against your velvet walls. and the tightness—have you always been this tight? he can’t stop thinking of those fucking thoughts. How much cum could you really take though? would Mark have to push it back in or just pump another load? The questions pile up while Mark feels your pussy clench around him and that’s where everything goes numb. A shiver that starts at the back of his neck, crawling its way to his cock and he finally—fills your cunt to the brim, gasping when he’s quick to pull out. He’s mesmerized by his seed oozing out of your messy hole and Mark is already pushing his cum right back in with his cock because what’s a better way to make it stick then with another pretty white load?

Mark inhales a long drawn out breath, steadily hoisting you over his cock for the second time that night. He flickers his eyes to you before casting his gaze back down—he wants to watch his bare cock disappear inside your pussy, something that he will never grow old of. “s-shit” he groans, brows furrowed while you sink down completely, pink dusts his cheeks and his body falls limb under you. he’s’ mortified how much his cock is twitching, swelling at the head while he just basks in the feeling. Once a sign of nerves coats his arm, he immediately throws it over his face gasping when you start to bounce on his cock.

Mark can’t look at you right now, it’d be too much. ..one thing is going raw —but your slick guiding his cock inside your spongy walls but it’s another just to see you. your fingers gripping against your mounds, hips faultlessly moving to a sedate pace while your slick paints his thighs. Marks eyes knock white under his arm, slinging the limb aside to cast it on your hip, “god your pussy is so fucking good” Mark stutters, dragging your cunt on his length. he almost looks disoriented—the way his face has grown a sheen sheet of sweat, cheeks bright pink and his lips—so pretty and glossy, puffy and small gusts of air excluding from it. “don’t stop please, fuck!” Mark screws his eyes shut, he’ll relish this feeling in his mind—carelessly bouncing you on his cock, and even if he came, he won’t stop—even if his cock is spent, tip so sensitive and aching for a break, he cannot simply stop.—not when it feels this fucking good.